I just want to be a regular writer

There is Qichuan.

"clatter,"

Kira Yoshikage's nails clasped the manuscript paper, making a slight but crisp sound.

In terms of the painting itself... Kishimoto Castle did not exaggerate Aoba Hitomi's ability-even if Kira Yoshikage does not read manga, there is always no shortage of aesthetics.

Anyway, let's take a look again.

Ah, don't get me wrong.

Yoshikage Kira means...Look at Hitomi Aoba again.

——It's really troublesome.

Jiliang Jiying's nails were slightly longer and longer.

Villa area northeast of Too Town

Risa Fukada recently found herself something to do.

She took the colored lead and drew aimlessly on the white paper, without the intention of drawing a great masterpiece.

She was just... very idle.

But even at leisure, Risa Fukada didn't mean to find something proper for herself.After all... it's not a blessing to be able to spend a lifetime doing nothing.

"Shushasha..."

The colored lead leaves a large area of ​​black on the paper, covering the original painting below.

"Snapped,"

The colored lead was suddenly thrown on the ground, and the cylindrical colored lead rolled several times on the ground and rolled under the TV cabinet.

Risa Fukada went down and looked at the gap under the TV cabinet-there was a lot of dust underneath, there seemed to be some change... Ah, it seemed that there was still a piece of candy or something-disgusting.

Risa Fukada left her aside, and didn't mean to clean the room because of this incident.

Her gaze fell on the courier she had just received, and she lazily got up to open the courier-there was a brand new sandbag inside.

Well, this one is better.

"Instinct" is hard to suppress, and she doesn't mean to suppress it-it's something called "desire for destruction", which makes her furniture and daily necessities difficult to use for a long time.

That desire for destruction seems to have started to escalate recently.

It doesn't matter~

She dragged the sandbag to the empty room, and on the way, she took a glance at the text message just received on the phone.

Subsequently.

"boom!----"

Risa Fukada kicked the wall.

This was not enough, she kept kicking forward with her bare feet, her figure looking crazy and abnormal.

It wasn't until more than 10 minutes later that Risa Fukada felt a lot more comfortable.

She picked up the phone again, and slowly typed in the reply page of the message-[Don't touch Jiliang Jiying, that's my neighbor.Go find someone else.

Chapter 034 Boy (Part II, 11/113)

Kira Yoshikage's performance exceeded Kishimoto Castle's expectations.

He watched Kira Yoshikage look through the manuscripts intently, showing a look of relief-Kishimoto Castle was so touched, it must be Aoba-sensei's manuscript that successfully attracted Yoshikage Kira!

In the silent meeting room, only the sound of manuscript pages turning.

Kishimoto Castle did not urge.

He can wait for a long time, hoping that Jiliang Jiying can take a good look at the excellent manuscripts—not the stories on the manuscripts, but the simple paintings.

Kishimoto Castle actually had doubts about Hitomi Aoba.

——As far as the painting level is concerned, Aoba Hitomi's level is definitely able to stand out in the industry.

but...

How did Hitomi Aoba achieve smooth brushstrokes, proper splits, and wonderful single-frame pictures, but the combined story is terribly bad... level?——Perhaps from a certain angle, this is also a rare skill——Well, probably no one needs this skill.

Hitomi Aoba's call took longer than Kishimoto Castle thought.

About 15 minutes later, Hitomi Aoba returned with the old mobile phone.

Her face is not very good, thinking that the content of the call makes her unhappy.

But this is not something Kishimoto needs to inquire about. What he cares more about is whether Hitomi Aoba can continue the negotiation without being affected.After all... Finally, Jiliang Jiying didn't rush to leave.

"...What do you think of Mr. Kira?"

Aoba Hitomi looked at Kira Yoshikage a little restlessly, squinting hard and focusing with anxiety in her eyes.

Jiliang Jiying put down the manuscript and said with a smile: "I'll think about it. After all, I'm still a student, to be honest...I'm worried that I can't keep up with Aoba-sensei."

——Of course this is a lie.

Without complacency, he said that as long as Jiliang Jiying wanted to do, he could do it perfectly.It's just... finally ushering in the 20th year of his life, Kira Yoshikage still has nothing to "must do well"-this is a good thing for Kira Yoshikage.

He believes that he only needs to be responsible for his own life and stay calm.

——He does not need praise from others.

No one's praise can match Kira Yoshikage's identification with himself.

Aoba Hitomi obviously showed a relieved expression, and when she laughed again, her smile seemed to relax a lot.

She fumbled for the business card from her bag, and she offered the ordinary business card with her hands: "This is my contact information. If Mr. Kira is willing to cooperate with me... you can call me at any time."

Jiliang Jiying looked down at the business card and raised his hand to take it.

Aoba Hitomi's hands are very much in line with what her painter shows—the joints where the pens are held in both hands are slightly thicker, and the ink penetrates into the texture of her skin, leaving a dark, mottled black.

There is nothing to say next. If someone insists on saying something, it must be a meaningless polite remark used to invigorate the relationship.

It was clear that Yoshikage had let go, but Hitomi Aoba was still restless—even Kishimoto had noticed this.