What is this hidden setting?

"Is that all?"

Utaha was taken aback, this was a little different from what she had thought.

She thought there was something wrong with what she wrote. After all, she had no one to show it to, and she didn't know any other writers, and didn't know much about the industry.

Also, Sonoko has limited advice for her, so she doubts whether she's really that bad at writing.

Asahi consoled: "Don't worry, because the quality has been tested, sooner or later sales will increase."

After giving Utaha confidence, Asahi stands up and asks, "Do you have a Facebook?"

Utaha nodded: "It hasn't been long since I signed up."

"Add me first, then ask for advice if you have questions. That's all for today. If you have recovered from an illness, you can change the bolded mouse area. If you are not sure, please send it to me. Don't worry about publicity."

Asahi had come to the entrance to put on his shoes.

Looking at his back, Utaha, who felt weak but was supported for the first time, couldn't help saying: "Why are you helping me like this?"

Why...

"There are quite a number of reasons, speaking of status, for Sonoko-san's request of wanting to support newcomers… There are more or less reasons mixed in, but the most important one..."

Asahi waved his hand: "I'm glad you're a pretty girl, otherwise, I wouldn't have the heart to talk so much with a fat nerd."

Then the door closed, and the footsteps on the door gradually disappeared.

A glint of astonishment crossed Utaha's face, which was illuminated by the laptop screen. Obviously, this sentence sounded too exaggerated, as if she was suspected of mocking her as a vase, but she wanted to laugh inexplicably.

Actually, she thought a lot, but in the final analysis, the bargaining tools she could use were nothing more than her beauty and figure, and she was quite confident in this regard.

The end result was unexpected, but not too unexpected.

Unexpected, and reasonable.

Hasegawa Asahi, a very attractive senior, is completely different from what Utaha imagined.

Utaha glanced at the computer, and roughly skipped at least four or five bold paragraphs, and countless other details.

Did the other party show mercy before. With a wry smile, it is inevitable that there will be a fighting spirit not to admit defeat.

There would be a long wait to contact him in the future, and she would never make a similar mistake again.

...

On the other hand, Asahi, who left Utaha's rental house, did not return to the Sakurasou dorm immediately.

Tomorrow Takanashi Toka will bring his younger sister to visit, so it is necessary to take good care of her, preparing the necessary ingredients, drinks, juices, and so on.

Suddenly, Asahi found it very troublesome, or else they should just eat hot pot.

Easy, fast, independent, how awesome.

He was kidding himself. However, Asahi returns after shopping at the supermarket near Sakurasou's dormitory, not only for the ingredients, but also for snacks and tomato juice for Kobato.

Back at Sakurasou's dormitory, Kobato, who had finished her homework, immediately jumped out to greet Asahi, and when she saw him, she covered half of her face with her hands and said:

"Kukuku, half of my body, is this award dedicated to me?"

Seeing her obediently come to help carry things after posing, Asahi handed her a bag of snacks, and took the time to say: "Tomorrow Rikka will come to play with her big sister, so I made a big purchase."

Kobato was clearly taken aback, and even forgot to pose for the next pose:

"What? The Eye of the Tyrant is coming? No... No way! How did she find my castle in the secret world? I should have prepared it as a barrier."

"Oh, I met big sister Rikka outside to chat at noon. She is very grateful to you for taking care of Rikka. She wants to come visit, I gave her the address," Asahi said as he put on his sandals and went to the living room, and kept the ingredients in the fridge.

"I see, Kukuku, common devils really can't recognize the lies of holy healers." After she finished speaking, Kobato showed a dignified expression: "Finally, the fateful day has arrived. Having found my base camp, As the True Ancestor of the Vampire Race, I must prepare to be attacked."

Degraded from half body to familiar again. Asahi hit his little sister, who had been thinking about something all day.

"Aren't you guys friends? Why don't you two tell each other your addresses. Asahi was a bit curious.

Kobato covered her head and pouted awkwardly, but when Asahi mentioned this, she immediately looked mysterious: "Kukuku, on the surface, me and Tyrant Eyes are close friends, but in fact we are fated life and death enemies!"

What are these hidden settings?

Before Asahi could ask any more questions, Kobato suddenly jumped up and ran back up to the second floor.

In Kobato's words, it was possible to deal with the Tyrant Eye's invasion, and to retreat and prepare countermeasures.

Ignoring her, after putting away the ingredients, Asahi started going through Kobato's homework on the dining table.

If she made too many mistakes at random things, Asahi would tell Kobato what the countermeasures were.

Fortunately, Kobato took it very seriously, and only made a few mistakes, which are worth admitting.

Asahi doesn't expect much from his little sister, what's important is to have the right attitude. After all, he could raise her beautifully like a daughter, and even raise her for life.

After that, Asahi returned to the room and planned to lie down. But when he opened the door, he saw Mashiro crouching barefoot on her private massage chair and drawing.

His demeanor was so focused, that even if Asahi approached, she didn't respond at all, as if she were completely oblivious to someone else in the room.

Can his brain automatically filter out anything other than drawing? It's pretty smart too.

Asahi saw the first picture that Mashiro drew. Of course, the art was superb, at least he couldn't see any flaws, but the plot was… difficult to describe.

For Mashiro, stories only have a beginning and an end, what's the process? What's that?

"Mashiro!"

Forcefully interrupting Mashiro to continue drawing, Asahi watched her raise her vacant eyes to look at him.

"If you keep drawing like this, nothing will come of it." He pointed out the problem bluntly.

Therefore, Asahi decided that it was more important to teach her other things before teaching her how to draw manga.

A work must have emotion, and it is not a good work if it is not empty and boring and jumbled with beautiful rhetoric.

In the same way, the same goes for manga, Mashiro still doesn't understand this truth.