Mashiro's Genius

Asahi, who found a painting for Misaki, doesn't participate in their appreciation, and keeps concentrating on looking at Mashiro, lest she cause trouble.

"Wow! It was incredible! Mashiro-chan is really a genius!" Misaki finally got over her nervousness and shouted, her tone full of excitement.

Only now did she clearly realize the gap between herself and Mashiro.

"Genius..."

Jin couldn't help muttering, pursed his lips and looked at Misaki, then turned to the two Mashiro who listened to Asahi's rebuke only because he made a mistake.

A true genius...

All the residents of Sakurasou dorm could be called geniuses, but only he isn't.

Only he relied on hard work to slowly climb step by step. But even so, there was still quite a distance from Misaki.

All the wonderful works that came out of his hands were due to Misaki's script being so perfect that she couldn't find any flaws.

Chihiro silently watched everyone's different expressions, and took another gulp of beer.

"It looks like I have to work harder, everyone has worked hard. In that case, I will continue to rework the homework. Come on! do it! Must finish!"

After finishing speaking, Misaki packed her things and went up to the second floor with small skipping steps.

Jin, who was on the side, returned to his room, it seemed he had been hit a bit hard.

When Asahi regained consciousness, only he and Mashiro remained at the table.

Cleaning up messy dinner plates for Mashiro as usual. Asahi was thinking about how to start teaching her the first step, when suddenly he heard someone calling himself.

Asahi. In the twinkling of an eye, Mashiro bowed to salute him: "This little girl is talentless, please get along with me in the future."

"Why did you suddenly think of saying this?" Asahi was slightly surprised.

Mashiro quickly explained why: "Misaki told me during the day, it's better to do this."

That bastard...

This is definitely something that is only said between men and women in close relationships.

Obediently asking Mashiro to go up to the second floor, Asahi put the dinner plates in the automatic dishwasher, then went to the bathroom to fill up the water, his little sister took a shower and returned to his room.

"Humph." Sitting on the computer chair, Asahi wiped his hair with a dry towel while opening a document with the title [Kotonoha no Niwa].

Putting down the towel, he pondered for a moment, then typed the words on the keyboard.

"…Across a few silent and bowed heads, the rain-drenched city flew past the narrow car window."

"...Takao walked down the stairs, walked in the opposite direction of the gate, and walked through the traffic jam on Koshu Street. When he passed the construction site of Ring Line 5, which had no sign of completion, it was pitch black and dense. The forest suddenly came into view, it was a large national park spanning Shinjuku and Shibuya."

"...Through a mixed metasequoia and oak forest, Takao saw a garden with a large pond. The sound of countless raindrops and ripples is like a mysterious whisper rising from the water."

"Suddenly, there was distant thunder in the sky.

Faint thunder——

"This sentence suddenly appeared in Takao's mind, and then disappeared. He was about to go to the gazebo where he often took shelter from the rain, but someone was already sitting inside. "

"Takao feels as if he saw something that shouldn't exist. He approached the gazebo nervously and slowly. After passing through layers of green leaves, the entire gazebo came into view. It was a woman in a suit."

"A woman with short, silky hair that didn't reach her shoulders raised the beer to her mouth, and she glanced at him lightly. Their eyes only met for a moment."

...

...

After writing here, Asahi couldn't write anymore.

Because Utaha's underscore comment for the dialog box is on.

Kasumi Utako: "Hasegawa sensei, I'm done editing. If you have time, please take a look."

Soon after, the documents she sent were attached.

Asahi frowned slightly.

Hasegawa: "Didn't I say to make changes after you recover from your illness, and you don't need to be so polite, just call me Hasegawa."

It seemed that Utaha didn't expect Asahi to reply so quickly, and the other party delayed for a while before continuing to reply.

Kasumi Utako: "I think my condition has improved a lot, and it doesn't affect my writing status."

Hasegawa: "I don't want you to think, I want you to rest."

Rejecting it domineeringly, Asahi continued to type on the keyboard.

Hasegawa:"That's it, I will repay you with the manuscript in two days."

After closing the dialog box, no matter what Utaha said, it would not open again.

...

"What a tough guy."

In the rented room, Utaha was curled up in bed with her laptop in her lap, unable to hold back a murmur.

At first, it was just a mild fever caused by the flu, but after taking the medicine and sleeping much better. Unexpectedly, the other party's reaction was extremely strong, mainly because she couldn't refute him.

But... It doesn't look bad.

After closing the notebook, Utaha took a deep breath and buried her cheek in the covers, trying not to think about anything.

The previous article needed to be revised, and she naturally had no intention of writing the next plot.

What did she do these two days to pass the time?

Why doesn't she ask Sonoko some information about Asahi?

She was especially interested in how a man she had only met once but who had left such a deep impression on her had become famous in just two years.

As the saying goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will win every battle.

Maybe we can take the initiative in the contact process in the future.

...

After closing Kasumi Utako's dialog box, Asahi continued writing new works for a while, and did not stop writing until the second chapter of the first volume was half finished.

Forgot to mention that there is only one volume of this short story.

According to the progress, it is estimated that it will be completed in less than half a month.

Unlike other writers who have trouble picking up text and pictorial material from all over the place, Asahi only needs to fill in the flesh and blood along the general framework.

Although not as easy as it says. For example, in some places, it is still necessary to seek information, find out feelings, and think carefully when faced with uncertainty.

But compared to other people, Asahi's speed can be described as thousands of miles per day.

"Sleep, I have to receive Toka tomorrow."

Stop writing to save documents, copying and uploading them to another laptop, Asahi couldn't help but yawn after doing it all.

After two days of school, he didn't have much time to write a new work.