Worship the electronic moon and talk about cyber love

His fingertips touched this line of text, and a scene appeared in front of him.

"4." Fairy Kimura suddenly counted. After resting for a while, he added, "It's 3 now."

Qian Yu Kazama looked at the window sill.

There were some lilies hanging lonely on the windowsills where the doors and windows were closed. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and I could vaguely see the flower branches swaying and about to fall at any time. There were exactly three lilies.

"Why are you counting these?" Qian Yu Kazama said.

He vaguely remembered that when he was stabbed here three times and six times, there were a lot of lilies on the windowsill.

"A few years ago, when I first arrived in Tokyo, I suddenly had the urge to write a novel, but maybe it was because I had no talent and I had no results for a long time." Miss Goblin said in a low voice, almost in a whisper.

Miss Goblin suddenly turned around, and he could not see her face clearly due to the light from the store behind her: "You know, at that time I was thinking that when all these uncared for lilies withered, I would probably give up. Let’s dream of writing a light novel.”

Her voice was very soft, a gust of wind blew her hair, and the girl's cold face suddenly bloomed with a flower-like look, and she said softly:

"You are the second person to know about this, brother editor."

[You know that the girl is worried and understand that she is still worried about her future in the industry. You choose...]

【①Give up now and compete

It’s over]

【②Maybe this is life】

【③What you love is your life】

【④Free simulation】

Asaba Kazama chose ①.

Who hasn’t had a dream when they were young?

They have all come from that stage, and no one should take it for granted that being young and frivolous is a derogatory term.

"Give up now, it's game over, you have potential, you just need a little help."

Asaba Kazama understood her talent and knew that her unique writing style was destined to be unique in this field.

Now, what she needs is guidance and support from others, not the little comfort of the lily.

"Kimura Fairy, no, Lily Garcia, bet on my name, Asaba Kazama, you will definitely become a bright star in the light novel world."

"Editor, why do you trust me more than myself?" Miss Goblin felt helpless.

"You have to believe in the vision of a light-editing manga author." Qianyu Kazama said, "You just need to follow me with peace of mind, and I will take care of the rest for you."

"Including Rina-chan? She's not easy to handle." The elf lady showed a subtle smile.

"I will communicate with her about this."

[You contacted Rina-chan, hoping to have an offline interview with her about the details of the replacement of Kimura Fairy Illustrator. Rina-chan declined the offline conversation, saying that if she had anything to do, she could talk to her backstage on Twitter]

"Hello, is the artist Rina-chan herself using this account now?" Asaba Kazama followed this account and sent a private message to Ishihara Rina.

As expected, it was close to early in the morning when he saw the message replied by this passerby heroine:

"(ゝω) It's me, what's the matter?"

Chapter 4 What are you using my photos for?

"(ゝω) It's me, what's the matter?"

Ah, this is such a cute kaomoji.

On the contrary, it is completely different from the gloomy painting style in the vertical painting.

God knows how many times he checked his phone after get off work in order to contact Ishihara Rina.

Taking into account the habit of artists staying up late to work on drafts, he watched the backstage of Little Blue Bird almost every minute. Seeing that the simulated heroine was finally online, he immediately launched an offensive.

"Do you remember Fairy Kimura? She has known you online for many years, and she is full of praise for your painting style. To be honest."

The perspective of God that was originally fixed on him suddenly split into two at this moment.

A perspective that is still one’s own.

Another perspective switched to a dark room with tightly drawn curtains.

On the big bed on the side near the window sill, a figure was curled up into a ball, with a vague mess of long hair hanging down beside the bed.

On the hangers on the side, there are all loose T-shirts and shirts piled up in a messy manner. Commonly used equipment such as water cups, kettles, and electric water heaters are neatly placed in the corner of the room, probably for easy access at any time.

Hearing the beep of the mobile phone, the quilt squirmed, as if it was untied, and slowly stretched out. A palm covered by a long sleeve came out, and followed the sound and groped around. Couldn't reach the phone.

So the man finally poked his head out from under the quilt and was about to get up when he bumped into the head of the bed.

There was a muffled hum.

She instantly crouched down with her head in her arms, her T-shirt, obviously a man's size, hanging disheveled on her body. With this impact, her right shoulder slipped slightly, revealing her slender body bones.

She grabbed her phone and climbed out of bed. Suddenly her phone lit up again. The light from the phone dazzled her eyes. Inadvertently, she stubbed her toe again.

Another mosquito-like cry.

After rolling around on the floor, she reluctantly pulled out a medicine box from under the bed, carefully applied some bruises, and then climbed onto the sofa.

Her whole body curled up into a ball, her toes were still curled up uneasily because of the pain, curled up like a wounded animal. She looked at the screen of her phone hesitantly, and stretched out her slender fingers with uneven nails from the edge of her sleeves. He looked at the message with his fingers hesitantly and replied cautiously:

"!!!∑(Дノ)ノ isn't as awesome as you said. I also read the novel written by Lily-chan. Hehe, it's really interesting."

Seeing that Rina Ishihara could barely communicate, he from the left perspective immediately accelerated his offensive:

"You are really talented. Among the people I have seen, your painting style and tension are among the best."

"(o▽)oHey hehe~ I won't be happy if you praise me like this!"

From the right perspective, there was a burst of witch-like laughter in the darkness. She was shaking her head in the chair, her hair swaying, and her voice sounded quiet. It was not so much sinister as...

Like you haven't spoken for a long time? !

Just when she wanted to reply something, a new message from Asaha Kazama was sent.

"It's like this, Rina-chan, I am the editor of Kimura Fairy, and I plan to invest most of my resources in her in the near future.

You also know that the sales volume of young novels in recent years has been

, will be directly affected by the supporting illustrations.

Kimura is not an experienced author with accumulated experience. If she wants to overtake in a corner, she needs to use some extreme means, and you are the trump card I like.I want to help Kimura become a popular author, and you are an indispensable part.

My phone number is 070-XXXX-XX43. If you don’t mind, let’s call and discuss changing the illustrator.”

"goose……"

Ishihara Rina's expression suddenly froze, and she let out a startled cry like a little swan.

She tapped the peripheral keyboard, and the computer lit up. On the lock screen was a photo of Asaba Kazama in real life.

On the screen, the mottled light and shadow cast by the shade of the trees gave his cold expression a hazy halo. As she watched, her fingers lightly scratched the screen, and she could vaguely see the blush starting from the collarbone and climbing up. .

"Ah~ So it's you!" She looked at the photo of Asa Yu Kazama on the screen and patted her face.

"I only talk about illustrations online."

She sent out such a message, but began to ruffle her fluffy hair again, which seemed to be a little tangled, and her fingers scratched the armrest uneasily.

"Ah, forget it, people like me..."

She tilted her head and put down her phone. Qian Yufazama looked at her back. Her long hair was scattered on the armrest, and the room was very quiet.

Asaba Kazama shook his head. Such Rina Ishihara looked like a little beast that had shut itself in a small world and withered alone. It was a bit pitiful to have barbs all over its body that kept people away.

Before he could feel any more sympathy, subtle breathing sounded.

"???"

Give me back my self-motivation! "Sleep when you encounter difficulties", right?

[There is no historical record and no willingness to communicate offline. This does not comply with the rules of the library for selecting illustrators.But after you think about it for a moment, you can’t refuse such a style of painting, so you take the initiative to talk to your seniors and claim that you have the opportunity to add an annual hit to the library]

[In the office, your senior will say to you: "You are still young and your performance is good. There is no need to gamble."]

[Senior rejected your request. You were a little frustrated when you failed to achieve your goal, but you quickly changed directions and chose to seek a breakthrough from Rina-chan, but Rina-chan still rejected your request to meet offline]

[On the way home, you passed by the crime scene again and raised your head to look at the somewhat gloomy residence. There was only one lily left on the windowsill. You began to worry about whether Kimura Goblin's writing state would be affected. , to guide her on the ideas and direction of her subject matter more frequently]

As the memories flooded in, the one that appeared most often was of another blond mixed-race girl who was as delicate as a doll, with a very plain expression, and occasionally whispered to Asaba Kazama in a low voice.

Of course, compared to her, the one who gets the most attention from Asaba Kazama is Rina Kakuishihara, who simulates the heroine.

He seemed to understand the difference between her and the goblin.

Like Kimura Fairy or Bunko's seniors, the scene where they appear seems to be separated by a light layer of fog, more like a third perspective.

But Rina Ishihara is different. Her simulation will not only give you a God's perspective, but you can even vaguely feel the emotions she reveals from her perspective.

It was almost like her senses resonated with her.

"I see, is this the heroine's privilege?"

He raised his eyebrows: "This state... feels so real, as if the two of them are in sync. Does this mean that if the heroine simulates more scenes, then there is a chance that what she masters can be mastered by me? "

However, the situation seems to be a bit troublesome. The emoticon sent by Rina Ishihara is very happy, but the overall mental state of the person is a bit worrying.

Well, if I have to say it, when she looked at her photos on the computer, she had enough emotions.

With a sense of shyness, ignorance and soothed happiness...

Asa Yu Kazama subconsciously looked at his left hand, and immediately became furious.

Rina Ishihara, what on earth did you do with my photo!

Chapter 5 Ishihara Rina, you are not as useful as a fairy

Well, there's not much color in it, it's more of a longing.

What makes Asaba Kazama more confused is where Ishihara Rina got his photo.

Looking at my appearance in the photo, I look exactly like myself in reality, as if it was taken recently.

And her sour emotions like a little girl.