The Tyrant's Eyes are the Strongest

Second, is the computer.

And this is one of the reasons why the maid of AI respects Asahi so much.

"So." Toka nodded, then asked again: "He really isn't a girl who likes men's clothes?"

"I think you should think of Ryunosuke as a boy who likes women's clothes." Asahi agreed.

There is no doubt that the neutral-looking Ryunosuke has long hair. If he wore a beautiful skirt, he might be able to make many people buckle.

Faced with this level of ridicule, Ryunosuke's expression remained unchanged: "That's why I hate women, and they will always be directly affected by the brain's electrical activity to make sober judgments."

Asahi knew that Ryunosuke was the type of person who lived in his own world, acted with himself as the center, and had nothing to do with him in the outside world.

Can't say it's bad, it's nothing for someone as capable and talented as Ryunosuke. And no one has the right to criticize him for giving up all pleasure activities.

After all, he didn't cause trouble for others.

In pursuit of high efficiency and clear goals, Ryunosuke's usual diet is eating raw tomatoes.

Asahi was a bit strange, "Why do you suddenly want to go out today?"

"School is about to start, and my partner needs me to go there in person." Ryunosuke said while eating, his movements quick but not bad,

Asahi immediately recalled: "Partner... Which company did you ask to develop a game engine last time?"

Ryunosuke nodded: "They need me to sign a follow-up contract on the spot, and there is also the trust of several companies."

Ryunosuke's life is much more intense and busy than his, and Asahi can't help but feel that light novel writers are easy, at least not hard to make money.

Asahi heard that the less hair a programmer has, the stronger they are. This law does not apply at all to Ryunosuke. His hair is long, thick, soft, shiny, and many girls can't match it.

While talking and eating, Ryunosuke still did not forget to control the smartphone with one hand to reply.

"I'm done eating."

In less than 5 minutes, after finishing his lunch, he got up and left the Sakurasou Dorm with his laptop in his hand. Movements are agile and sharp, without wasting time.

Without Ryunosuke, the atmosphere at the table returned to its previous level.

After lunch, with Mashiro doing her own thing, Asahi and Toka talk about Rikka and Kobato's situation. They looked like worried parents about their daughter.

...

"Enough for today." At 5 p.m., Toka bids her farewell to a reluctant Rikka.

Asahi sent the two sisters to the door: "Come and play next time."

"Kukuku, Tyrant Eyes, the next meeting will be a very decisive battle!"

Kobato had been having fun with Rikka all afternoon, but now she pretended not to care.

"Hmph, Tyrant Eye is the strongest!" Before Rikka could continue speaking harshly, Toka hit her on the head with the spoon, managing to shut off the dialogue.

Watching the embarrassing Rikka spread her teeth and claws and complain to her older sister, who covered her ears with one hand and slowly left, a smile appeared at the corner of Asahi's mouth.

In the end, Asahi has a deeper understanding of sister Takanashi. It was definitely not something that just floated up in memory. Only when he had come in contact with them personally could he perfectly understand the characters of others.

Toka's beauty, which is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, suits his taste perfectly.

She didn't say anything on the surface, but behind the scenes, which were unknown, she had been doing a lot of things secretly.

"Kukuku, my half body, you did a great job today. You managed to withstand the holy healing and created a good confrontational environment for me!"

Sending sister Takanashi away, Kobato has not left the role, and is still in high spirits opening her mouth.

After Asahi managed to get rid of his little sister, Mashiro came out of the room again and looked straight ahead: "Asahi, I'm hungry."

"Hah? Very fast?"

"I want to eat Baumkuchen." Mashiro tilted his head: "Don't you have any?"

Asahi said helplessly: "No, I just bought one yesterday."

Hearing that Mashiro was a little disappointed, she walked back to the room listlessly, with sadness running down his spine.

Seeing that it was quite interesting, Asahi followed her in, took out a bag of Baumkuchen hidden in the cupboard, and made a request with a puzzled expression.

"That was just a joke earlier. If you draw works that satisfy me in the future, you will be rewarded."

"Reward? Understood, I will work hard."

Mashiro's tone makes it hard to make people feel motivated, but Asahi knows that she means business.

As soon as she was satisfied eating the Baumkuchen, she immediately sat down at the computer and drew on the screen with the graphics tablet.

Asahi sat on the side and coded a new job with the laptop, and from time to time looked up to peek at the screen from behind her. Whenever Mashiro makes hand gestures, she draws characters with incredible accuracy.

There is almost no redrawing, as if knowing which line to draw from the start, is almost like magic.

But different from the previous content. The story of an ordinary high school girl who falls in love with an ordinary boy classmate, has casual conversations, then starts dating. Although the overall atmosphere is very similar, there is indeed a slight improvement.

Expression descriptions and the like should be more exaggerated and bolder.

The overall atmosphere is too sluggish, which will make the whole manga look boring, and emotionless manga will make people feel nothing after reading it.

Asahi was thinking about how to perfectly tell her in a scope that Mashiro could understand. It's a tough problem, and it takes a lot of brain cells just to make it improve.

"Is it boring?" In the middle of drawing, as if wanting to observe his reaction, Mashiro looked sideways and found it in a daze.

Asahi said in a merciless tone: "Yeah, throw it all away and draw again."

"Oh."

Mashiro didn't know how to refute at all, so she obediently tore up the manuscript and started a new assignment, but her expression was slightly disappointed.

Asahi frowned slightly, practicing like this, God knows when he can teach Mashiro, and his goal this year is the rookie award.

If you stay lazy, don't even think about rewards.

"I'll draw the manga Asahi likes."

As if swearing, Mashiro's eyes were filled with a light that had never been seen before.