[Shocking! The reason behind the success of Piano Prince’s performance turned out to be——!]

[About "Girl's Sorrows", let's start with the behind-the-scenes love story of Master Wayne, the son of Duke Elliot!]

…

The next day, seeing the increasingly outrageous reports circulating on the street, Wayne couldn't help but cover his face, showing a painful expression.

Since our own newspaper got off to a bad start, other newspapers and periodicals trying to imitate it have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

However, in terms of distribution scale and audience, they still cannot match the share of Leaf Publishing House and Dandelion Publishing House. Most of them are just small workshops that intend to imitate and only want a piece of the pie.

However, in order to stimulate sales, this kind of small workshop can write even more unlimited reports than its own.

All kinds of crude and eye-catching headlines, all kinds of so-called "internal revelations" that have no nose and eyes... Wein is really amazed by the proficiency of their techniques.

What's even more painful is that the common people at the bottom of the royal capital really love this one.

It is said that if anyone is lucky enough to grab it first, it will be easy to resell it to others at double the purchase price after viewing it.

"No, the market must be regulated for this kind of thing. We can't allow everything to be published!"

He angrily slapped the third-rate tabloid on the table.

I originally came to Leaf Publishing House today to find out how the follow-up response to Lawrence's concert would be. Unexpectedly, I saw such an eye-catching thing as soon as I entered the door.

Those people are simply writing short stories using themselves as the protagonists!

When he finds out who did this kind of thing, he must arrest those people and lock them up in the city guard for ten days and a half!

Picking up the low-quality newspapers that Wayne had thrown down from the table and looking at them twice, Chris raised the corners of her mouth and quickly straightened them out.

Hey, you laughed, right?

You must be secretly laughing at me, right?

However, Chris didn't pay attention to Wayne's embarrassed and angry expression at all.

"My writing style is quite good. If I get into writing novels in the future, I might be talented." She commented fairly.

"Uh..." Modric laughed awkwardly, "Actually, I also intend to find a few potential writers among them to serialize in our newspaper."

He gave a good reason: "After all, those people have novel ideas and the costs are cheap."

"Can."

Chrissy readily agreed to his request.

Thus, a world where only Wayne was injured was achieved.

By the time Modric left the [Chairman's Office] to carry out the execution, Wien began to become unable to sit still.

Sometimes he was lying on the sofa rolling around, and sometimes he walked to the bookshelf and wandered around.

Chrissy didn't react to his actions, she just lay on the desk alone, writing and drawing something.

Seeing that all the measures to attract her attention had failed, Wayne quietly approached her from behind with some reluctance, preparing to see if she was in the woods.

Several pieces of paper were spread out on the large desk, and Chris was tracing lines.

"Don't stand by the window, blocking the light." She frowned without raising her head.

"oh."

He had to reluctantly switch to the other side.

But since her intention was exposed, he no longer tried to hide it, and directly put his head next to her.

It seems like a comic?

It hasn't been colored yet, but the line drawing is already quite complete. It can be seen that the effect should be pretty good after painting.

"This is--"

Although he already had a guess in his mind, he still wanted to hear Chris confirm it personally.

"This is... the comic I'm planning to publish." She breathed out and lifted up the lined paper.

See it more clearly now.

It is indeed a work that seems to glow under the sunlight outside the window.

Very familiar.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I read comics, I really miss it.

Looking at the lines that could not be seen for the time being, he felt a little emotional.

"This holiday, Leaf Publishing House will issue a call for submissions for comic journals, and I will submit my work then... Of course, I will choose another pen name for the author column." Chris said seriously.

"Do you want to go out in person and enrich the journal's lineup?" Venn asked.

It can be said that this thing is what Chris really cares about when she founded Leaf Publishing House, and newspapers and periodicals are all add-ons.

"Maybe it can bring some different ideas to other painters," she said.

"I have already said hello. Regardless of the actual quality, the publishing house will put my work in the lowest category of winners that can qualify for publication. As long as it can leave two or three pages for me, that's enough."

She was obviously talking about going through the back door, but her tone was so confident.

Maybe... Chris's basic skills in painting are undoubtedly very solid, and she is several floors away from the uninitiated scumbag herself. And things like imagination are impossible with the bonus of time travellers.

Weak, so it’s natural to succeed.

"Have you been busy with this lately?" Wayne asked.

No wonder I suddenly seem to stop clinging to myself.

"Yeah." She responded.

"So, you can do whatever you want now, as long as you don't disturb me."

"..."

Although in a sense, this is indeed what I want, but why does this sentence sound so unhappy?

He immediately compensated: "What I want to do now is to be with you."

Kris paused.

"Then you sit aside and read a book." She said, "There are many books on the bookshelf that I brought from home. Remember not to mess up the pages in my bookmark folder."

"Can I watch you draw?" Wayne asked humbly.

"no."

She refused without thinking.

"……Why?"

I thought that such a common request would definitely be agreed to.

"Because it's very long and boring, and you will get tired of watching it for a long time." She answered in a tone that was completely stating a fact.

"I won't get tired of it," he retorted immediately.

In my previous life, I had never seen the big guys drawing on some video websites - for my two-dimensional wife.

Although...it was all done while playing music, and the process was sped up several times.

But who said that to watch Chris paint, you have to stare at the paintings?

Just this beautiful side face is enough to look at for a lifetime, okay?

Perhaps seeing that he had some other unspeakable intentions, Chris rolled her eyes at him.

"I told you not to disturb me!" she emphasized.

"I promise not to disturb you! I'm just taking a look and I will never touch you!"
Chapter completed!