You really are a smart little girl

Looking through the comments some people didn't like, Utaha found that most of them still had good intentions.

"I will definitely read the book recommended by Hasegawa sensei!"

"I'm looking forward to it."

"I hope it's a great newcomer."

"In the past two years, there have been fewer and fewer newcomers. Only Hasegawa Sensei and Nayuta Sensei are outstanding, and they are the pillars of this industry."

"Regardless of whether it looks good or not, since Hasegawa Sensei said it, I will definitely buy it to support it!"

...

...

Some were genuinely attracted to her, and some supported authors they liked. Utaha turned off her phone after scrolling through less than a few hundred comments without reading them, with a much more relaxed expression.

There is no doubt that Asahi's charm is immense.

The people who leave messages are just seeds. After all, some book fans don't like surfing the Internet. They just buy books secretly.

As for those who leave messages, some of them will recommend them to their friends, classmates or relatives, so that they can be spread to ten, ten to hundreds, although in the end it is not too exaggerated, at least it can increase some potential readers.

"Humph, I am indebted to him again."

Utaha came out of the bathroom and laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling in confusion, wondering what was going on in her mind.

..

When she came to Mashiro's room, Asahi pushed the door open and entered.

Mashiro is drawing manga, and his desk is full of manuscripts.

Maybe after just taking a shower, Mashiro's hair was wet, and exuded a faint fragrance.

"You don't even know how to dry your own hair."

While walking skillfully to take a towel from the cupboard to help Mashiro wipe it, Asahi looked at the original script of the drawing.

Needless to say, the characters seem to come to life with a glance and a smile.

Putting down his towel, while Mashiro was still in his own world, Asahi took a pile of manuscripts and started going through them one by one.

As time went on, the look in his eyes tended to change to one of astonishment.

"this..."

Asahi fell silent after reading it.

To be honest, the original manuscript of this manga had made great progress, and even he found some points of interest after reading it, but the problem was...

Putting aside the image of the heroine as a gentle onee-san based on herself. Why is the male protagonist a tiny version of himself?

Although the details have been modified, it can be seen from some features that it is clearly similar to the male protagonist, Hasegawa Asahi himself.

In terms of plot, due to focusing on everyday life and convenience, Mashiro couldn't think of an interesting plot, so she just followed Asahi's suggestion and took material from his own life.

For example, when Asahi helps her bathe, some interesting things happen, but in the manga, she as a gentle Onee-san, helps the small version of Asahi bathe.

Isn't this a role reversal? !

You are a smart little girl.

Others say that art comes from life, and after beautifying and processing it, it will be dedicated to everyone. But Mashiro is better, she can directly save the processing link.

"Very nice?"

Mashiro, who didn't know when she finished drawing the script in his hands, raised his head and looked at Asahi, his eyes clearly flashing for fear of hearing negative words.

"Not impossible." Laying the manuscript down in a crumpled state, Asahi pondered.

There are not many problems with the original manuscript itself, the plot is interesting, and with a little processing, it can be judged to be of high quality, and it is several levels higher than the inferior manga before Mashiro.

Mashiro's eyes widened slightly, and she could feel the joy from her heart on her expressionless face.

"Forget it, as long as you are happy." Giving up an inexplicable and strange feeling, Asahi patted her head.

Finally, there is a manga that can be read, and in the process of drawing, he will slowly teach her all the common sense and feelings that Mashiro does not understand.

Pet boy story, sounds good.

"According to this standard, keep working hard, I will be stricter in the future."

Mashiro nodded, then looked at him frankly: "Any questions."

"What?" Asahi answered casually after finishing the script for him.

Mashiro suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of his shirt, and said seriously: "I want to know the texture of the male body. In the past, Asahi touched my body. Today, it's my turn."

"Don't bother helping you comb your hair and change your clothes." Asahi let her tug at his clothes with a helpless expression.

"Asahi is special, only Asahi can touch my body."

"Because I'm the only one who gave you Baumkuchen?"

"Correctly."

Mashiro seemed to nod very seriously.

"I don't need pants," Asahi agreed.

He knows that character texture is very important, and this kind of painting has life, so Mashiro's words sound preposterous, but are actually indispensable.

"Let me take off his pants." After saying that, Mashiro crouched down.

Tapping his head, Asahi stopped Mashiro from continuing to act, and for some reason she looked slightly dissatisfied.

After that, Asahi, who had been directed, lay down on the bed, and Mashiro sat beside him.

Looking at the outline of his abdominal muscles, Mashiro observed the male body very carefully, like examining a specimen.

Immediately afterwards, she listened carefully, looked up, and said sweetly: "Its heart is beating."

"Only a dead man's heart doesn't beat." Asahi rolled his eyes.

"Hug me."

Facing Mashiro's clean eyes, Asahi wrapped his arms around the girl's waist.

"Just press harder."

Asahi could clearly feel the slenderness and fragility of the girl in his arms, as if she would break if she exerted even the slightest force.

After a while, looking into Mashiro's orange and beautiful eyes, Asahi lowered his head slightly.

...

"Onii-chan! Weird, where is Onii-chan?"

Downstairs, after watching TV, Kobato went to her older brother's room to look for him, but found no one. So she asked Misaki, who was staring at the window in confusion: "Kukuku, that stupid human over there, look, has it reached half of my body already?"

The trance was broken, and Misaki immediately regained her strength: "Hmm, no, it should be in Mashiro-chan's room, maybe the two of them did something embarrassing. How about it, do you want to take a peek?"

"Onii-chan wouldn't do something like that!" Kobato became irritated and glared at Misaki.

Saying that, Kobato wasn't so sure.

Because Mashiro looks so helpless, beautiful, and in good shape, what if... no!

Thinking like this, Kobato walked into Mashiro's room, afraid that she would actually see the scene when she entered the door, resisted the urge to push the door open and enter, and whispered inside: "Is Onii-chan there?"