What should I do if I was forced into marriage by the sick and charming young lady?

"Your posture is not standardized, and I'm helping you correct it."

A smirk appeared on Yu Qingxue's delicate face as if her plan had succeeded, but her slender white palms were groping everywhere on Gao Sijin's body.

"Master, you are really out of luck, and let the maid be corrected," the sweaty blonde maid Morgana came to Gao Sijin's side, crossing her arms and said, "She usually likes to take advantage of other people's training. "

"I don't call it mobbing, I call it counseling."

While speaking, Yu Qingxue's dishonest hands slid Gao Sijin's buttocks down to the thighs and touched her hard, with a serious look on her face.

"Master, why don't you train with me, I promise I won't do such nasty things to you."

"Get out, don't spoil my good deeds, Morgana." Yu Qingxue drove Morgana away with a smile, and then said softly to Gao Sijin, "I'm doing this for your own good, you don't know how to flatter you."

Volume 31 #Chapter [-] Choosing an Artist

In the early morning, Gao Sijin sat up abruptly, feeling extremely sore all over his body. Although Gao Sijin had also been to the gym before, he had never practiced so systematically.

On the pillow, Yuexue Lixu was sleeping with her face sideways, looking very cute, like an angel.

In fact, Gao Sijin sometimes thinks about a question, that is why she lay down beside her and fell asleep so reassuringly.

Don't you worry that you will strangle her throat?

I always feel that when she sleeps with me, her expression looks extraordinarily secure, and Gao Sijin feels that although she was kidnapped by her, she will never be able to do anything to hurt her. She is her own reader, She deeply likes her own book, and at the same time, she puts herself under house arrest out of admiration, not hatred.

"Li Xu..."

Gao Sijin gently stroked her cheek with his hand, which felt extremely smooth.

If possible, the ideal situation is to let her change the terrible desire for control, so that she can become like an ordinary girl, and the two can start from scratch, meet, date, and get married like real lovers, and grow old together.

But it felt like it was impossible for her to change.

Gao Sijin thinks that he should try to hate her, but he can't hate her completely. Sometimes he wants to accept his ugly and sad status quo and stop struggling, but he wants to escape Yuexue Lixu's birdcage with freedom in his heart .

Such a feeling of being too high or too low made him feel a little painful.

He quietly got out of bed, walked to the window, and opened the blackout curtains of the French windows.

It's two o'clock in the morning. Standing on the [-]th floor, Gao Sijin can see the prosperity and hustle and bustle of Kabukicho [-]-chome in Shinjuku District. It can be described as an endless stream. Standing here, you can see staggering drunks, women with heavy makeup and ordinary backpackers.

In fact, the law and order here is not as bad as imagined, because the more red-light places are, the easier it is to become a high-risk area, so the local area has already installed omni-directional cameras everywhere and strengthened the patrol police force.

"Gao Jun, why are you awake?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered to take a look at the bustling night scene."

"Go to bed early, Gao Jun." Yuexue Lixu gently held Gao Sijin's hand, and said softly, "Tomorrow I have to choose an artist, I believe that Gao Jun's works will definitely meet a good enough artist." Painter's."

"hope so."

Her cold and white hand held Gao Sijin's hand, until now, Gao Sijin didn't have any real feeling.

A month ago, he was just an ordinary social animal.

But one month later, his life changed like this. He was kidnapped by a girl four years younger than himself and taken to a foreign country. His stagnant works were revived again because of this girl.

"Go to sleep."

Gao Sijin closed her eyes, and Yuexue Lixu looked at each other's faces and fell asleep.

The next day, Gao Sijin was woken up by the ringing of the bell at eight o'clock in the morning. Yuexue Lixu had already changed into her usual kimono, and she seemed to like this traditional costume very much, and her hairstyle and Japanese mouth , There is also a feeling of antiquity.

"Good morning, Lixu."

"It's early for you too, Gao Jun."

Gao Sijin got off the bed by her hand.

After washing up and changing their clothes, the two took the elevator to the dining bar on the eighth floor for dinner.

Today is the day to choose an artist.

"Gao Jun, today I will never interfere with your work again. The artist you choose today depends on your own preferences. You can choose the artist you like."

"Thank you, Lisu."

While wanting to escape, Yuexue Lixu realized her dream for many years in this way.

This feeling is really indescribably weird.

After spending breakfast with Yuexue Lixu, they went downstairs to the underground garage and got into the Mercedes-Benz driven by Yu Qingxue.

This place is not very far from the Dengeki Library editorial office.

On the way, Yuexue Lixu has been lying in Gao Sijin's arms like a cat. Her inadvertent cuteness made Gao Sijin's heart flutter. He wanted to tell Yuexue Lixu clearly that she should not Putting herself under house arrest again will make the relationship between the two respectful and equal, but Gao Sijin knows that for a stubborn imprisoned girl, it is tantamount to playing the piano against a cow.

She loves Gao Sijin, and at the same time loves the feeling of dominating Gao Sijin.

"Lixu, I also have my own hometown."

However, just as Gao Sijin finished speaking, Yuexue Lixu kissed her lips as if asking for her soul, and she couldn't say anything more.

Faced with such Yuexue Lixu, Gao Sijin had no other choice but to hesitate.

Desperately being kissed by her, he didn't even have the courage to bite her tongue.

In front of Dengeki Library’s editorial department building, Kaoru Mishima, the editor-in-charge of Gao Sijin, was wearing a smart OL suit today. It seems that yesterday’s bunny girl costume was at most just a fresh self-introduction.

"Good morning, Miss Mishima." Gao Sijin took the initiative to say hello to Mishima Kaoru with the Japanese learned at the gym yesterday.

Kaoru Mishima froze for a moment, then quickly cast a bright smile, and said in very standard and friendly Japanese:

"Good morning, Teacher Gao Sijin."

This "teacher" made Gao Sijin a little ashamed and a little excited.

After that, Kaoru Mishima led a group of people towards the building of the editorial department headquarters. In the corridor full of animation images, Editor Mishima introduced to everyone the painters who came to paint Gao Sijin's works this time. They Many of them are almost well-known people in the industry, presumably Yue Xueli Rixu secretly used the money ability behind her back.

Opening the door of the meeting room, several painters who looked very individual were sitting in front of the chairs, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

From the beginning to the end, among the several painters who came into Gao Sijin's eyes in turn, there were three women and one man. The three girls looked very young and energetic. They all looked like they were not over 25 years old, and their personal temperaments were completely different. , some are cute and shy, some are cheerful and energetic, and one is a bit gloomy and dark-bellied.

As for the only remaining male, he looked a bit uninhibited, his blonde bangs highlighted showed his eclectic style of doing things, his eyes were sharp, and he felt like a bad boy that can often be seen in Japanese TV dramas, Also standing next to the table was a metal baseball bat with what appeared to be blood on the top of the bat.

"Forehead……"

It's too personal.

"Hello, Teacher Gao Sijin!"

Several female painters greeted Gao Sijin one by one, and took the initiative to hold Gao Sijin's hand, feeling very enthusiastic.

When Gao Sijin walked in front of the blond man, the young man just glanced at Gao Sijin, and even when Gao Sijin offered to extend his hand, he didn't intend to shake hands.

Volume 32 #Chapter [-] Painters who show their talents

The blond-haired bad guy crossed his legs, his eyes were full of contempt and contempt, then he slapped the bank card on the table with a "snap", then stood up and said a lot of words in Japanese that Gao Sijin couldn't understand at all. The speed was astonishingly fast, coupled with the obviously bad retroflex sound, it sounded like a bad boy wanted to fight.

The three female painters on the side all showed horrified expressions.

"What did he say?"

Gao Sijin asked Yu Qingxue beside her.

"What did he say about your work? It's just rubbish piled up with gorgeous rhetoric. It has no soul at all, and it doesn't match his paintings at all. The male lead is a wimpy sissy, and the female lead is a woman." Madman, fuck it, whoever likes to paint paints, he said that he came here this time to tell us that no matter how much money is given, it is impossible to create a good work, which is a taint to art."

Such a straightforward evaluation immediately made Gao Sijin's face a little pale, and he faltered for a long time and didn't know what to say.

There is no perfect book in the world. Some people like a cruel hero, while others like a kind and gentle hero. It is difficult to agree. Even Liu Cixin's "Three-Body Problem" has been sprayed with naive writing. Wherever there is cheer, there will be slander.

He doesn't think he is good at writing. It is normal for some people to think that his book is a piece of rubbish, but it is also a work written by Gao Sijin with all his heart. He will definitely feel uncomfortable when he is disgusted so straightforwardly. .

"Actually, I think your book is very good-looking." Yu Qingxue gently put her arms around Gao Sijin's shoulders, and said in a very gentle tone, "Everyone's differences are different. Some people like fast food like McDonald's, and some people like it. People like to go to French restaurants to find exquisite and flashy dishes, but sometimes, you have to face those customers who want to go to McDonald's to drink Lafite. .”

"However, in the face of criticism, we still need to look at it objectively..."

Gao Sijin lowered his head.

Once he also faced some readers who cursed his hero, and even hoped that the hero would die.

However, after finishing that book, Gao Sijin fell in love with the hero he created.

"Would you like me to teach you a good lesson for that rude man?"

"No, absolutely not." Gao Sijin grabbed Yu Qingxue's hand and said, "I'm honored that he likes my book. He doesn't like my book, that's his freedom."

Compared with the grumpy blonde, the rest of the female painters also started to introduce themselves.

They looked at Gao Sijin full of flattery and flattery, and they knew very well that this young man from country C was their God of Wealth.

Kaoru Mishima briefly introduced the painters who came this time in Japanese, and Yu Qingxue translated simultaneously.

"From left to right are Higashiyama Yukina, Hirokawa Alisa, Sakurada Nao, and the blond delinquent just now is Kataka Falcon."

"Nao?"

Gao Sijin was attracted by the name of the female artist named Sakurada Nao, and took a closer look at Sakurada Nao. She was a woman in a Gothic Lolita suit with fair skin and black hair. The long hair with bangs covers most of the forehead, giving people a somewhat gloomy and black-bellied feeling, a bit like the grown-up black cat in the "My Sister" series.

"Did you find it? That female artist named Nao just happens to have the same name as the heroine in your novel. It is said that she is famous in the industry for painting sick and mad female characters, and I heard that she is also very good at drawing angry men. , I went to the sea to draw some notebooks before, you must have seen it."

Yu Qingxue then told her pen name when she went into the sea. Upon hearing her name, Gao Sijin realized that he had indeed read her notebook, and even collected all her works in Gao Sijin's Bika software.

"Tsk, boring, I have to go."

Katakura Takahashi picked up his bat and seemed to be planning to leave the editorial department's conference room.

However, Editor Mishima immediately stepped forward to stop Katakura Takaya, and whispered a few words to him, Katakura Takasu glanced coldly at Editor Mishima.

"Okay, I see, really."

Like the basic dialogue, Gao Sijin does not need Yu Qingxue to translate.

Yuexue Lixu sat at the side drinking green tea from the beginning to the end, and today she really did as she said beforehand, she had no intention of interfering.

The illustrations for Gao Sijin's work will be selected among these four artists.

Editor Mishima brought drawing paper and brushes to the four painters, and the other three female painters couldn't wait to display their skills, but Katakura Takahashi looked extremely reluctant, as if there was something in the hands of Editor Mishima , as a last resort.

"Then, today's theme is to draw Nao Kuroki, the heroine in Mr. Gao Sijin's works. You must have read Mr. Gao Sijin's masterpiece, and you have a general understanding of the image of the heroine. Bar?"

Yukina, Alyssa, and Nao all nodded at the same time. This job is a rare opportunity for them, because Miss Yuexue really gave a lot.

The three women couldn't wait to draw, especially the novel characters drawn by Nao Sakurada made Gao Sijin feel like a cardiac arrest.

Obviously just drawing those wine-red eyes perfectly expressed the desire to put the male master under house arrest and take it as his own.

Desire, love, and the trembling desire for exclusiveness, this kind of painting skills can be described as exquisite. It can be said that it is worthy of being a female painter who started as a sick and mad girl, and it is completely easy to draw a sick heroine.

The Kuroki Nao drawn by Yukina and Alyssa are not too shy, and the quality is very high. I heard that although they have not been responsible for drawing sick and delicate characters before, they have been responsible for too many illustrations. Each work All of them are of high quality, just a few strokes, and the graceful and tall figure is presented on the paper. The Kuroki Nao they drew looks gentle and evil, and humility and cunning.

Gao Sijin remained silent from the beginning to the end. He knew that it was the most basic courtesy to keep quiet when others were working, but deep down in his heart, he still couldn't help but want to marvel at their miraculous painting skills.

Yuexue Lixu tugged on Tall Sijin's sleeves with her small snow-white hands, showing an expression as if she was seeking praise. The reason why these painters can work so hard must be inseparable from Yuexue Lixu's money-making ability.

Gao Sijin took another look at Katakura Eagle's white paper. He didn't move a single stroke from the beginning to the end, but closed his eyes tightly, like an old monk in meditation.

When he opened his eyes again, his line of sight collided with Gao Sijin's. However, his pupils clearly met, but Katakura Takano seemed to have never seen Gao Sijin at all, which is the ability of someone who is absolutely focused Owned eyes.

The paintbrush in his hand is like running water, and with just a few strokes, he has already drawn the outline of an assassin-type maid. The strong tension and movement seem to have really brought the character to life. Attracted, can no longer move away.

Volume 33 #Chapter [-] Artist's Requirements

The main background of Katakura Hayabusa’s painting is Ukiyo-e. The girl in a short maid’s skirt and with burgundy eyes is wearing red high heels, stepping on the waves, holding an exquisite flame-shaped dagger in her hand, riding the wind and waves He pointed the dagger at a pale and haggard nobleman who was unusually free and easy.

In front of the dining table of that ancient noble, there were elves' ears and red wine as viscous as blood.

"I still remember this scene..."

Of course Gao Sijin remembers.

As a recorder of a different world, he has naturally seen the maid who is the protagonist stabbing the heart of a nobleman who feeds on the ears of elves with a dagger, and feels that Katakura Takahashi has almost perfectly restored the scene at that time.

The sickly maid's waist-high horse fluttered in the wind, her beautiful face was so clearly visible, her willow eyebrows half-curved like amber, her coquettish wine-red pupils like ghosts seeking death, her silver teeth like broken jade slowly biting On her vermilion lips, an unattainable smile emerged from the corners of her contemptuous and noble lips.

A charming house with all manners, bright and graceful but not excessive.