Author: Hong Yeye

Time goes back to Sunday afternoon.

After Mihara Eda finished all the line drawings for Teacher Yoshimura and confirmed that there were no problems with the quality, she planned to submit them and prepare to go home.

"Twigs..."

"Teacher Yoshimura, please call me Mihara." Mihara Eda resists being called that by others, regardless of gender.

"Okay, Mihara, you have been coming to my studio for two years, and you are now...seventeen years old?"

"I just turned sixteen this year."

"Well, it's time to mature." Mr. Yoshimura is a middle-aged man with a decent appearance and neatly dressed. Compared with other cartoonists in his profession, he pays great attention to his external image.

"We will go out to have a drinking party tonight. Mihara, why don't you come with us? It's just in time to meet your seniors."

"Teacher Yoshimura, I am sixteen, not twenty, and I have no interest in drinking parties."

"What's wrong with Sixteen? No one will say anything about you after one or two sips." Yoshimura shook his head and wanted to step forward and pat Mihara's shoulder, but he didn't expect Mihara's backhand to slap him away with a serious look on his face.

He said to him: "Please respect yourself!"

"..." Yoshimura didn't do anything else. Instead, he sat down again, glanced at Mihara's manuscript, and said, "The manuscript has passed. Let's take a rest later and continue working."

"Okay." Mihara Eda is not a very sensitive person. Rather, she is quite slow. Even at this time, she did not see that Yoshimura had any inappropriate thoughts about her. She just simply did not want anyone to get too close to her.

It's anyone, everyone, without exception.

After resting for half an hour, the work resumed, and it took her three seconds to recognize the manuscript she was going to draw this time. It was her own creativity, her own story, and even the character design was very close. She originally had

I felt a little happy, thinking that I finally got the teacher's approval and could submit my own comics and have them published and sold.

But as she looked at it, she realized something was wrong.

So she raised her head and looked directly at Yoshimura, who was sitting not far away, with cold eyes.

"Teacher Yoshimura, what does this mean?"

"This is my new work that will be published soon."

"Are you kidding? This is obviously my work!!" Mihara smacked the table and stood up, knocking over the ink on the side.

Watching the black ink rendering the white paper manuscript, Yoshimura, as a cartoonist, remained unhurried, or indifferent. He looked at Mihara Eda calmly and said: "It's your work, but so what? Yours

The work is certainly good, but it can only be recognized by the public with the blessing of my reputation."

"What the hell are you talking about! A true masterpiece will never be buried. If it is not famous, it is just because the quality is not good enough..."

"So I say Xiaozhi, you still don't understand this industry thoroughly enough, or in other words, you are too young to think so."

"Actually, let me tell you frankly, I don't understand comics at all."

"My debut work was taken from a woman, and the same is true for my famous works. They are all boring, not good at talking, and they either draw comics or draw cartoons in their lives, and there is nothing else."

"If I hadn't saved them and allowed their works to be promoted one day, their lives now might be worse than those of the homeless people on the street."

"When I first saw you, I knew you were the same kind of person, Mihara Eda. You want to dedicate your life to comics. You think this is your biggest dream, right?"

"In that case, why don't you commit yourself to me? I will use all my current connections and energy. With the quality of your work getting better and better now, this time, it will definitely be a big hit and sales will explode."

,Don’t you want to see it? How about your comics being praised everywhere?”

"What does it mean... to commit myself to you?" Miharazhi had already clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"It's very simple." Yoshimura chuckled and pointed to the bed behind him.

"Sleep with me."

"asshole!!!"

Mihara Eda has no memory of what happened after that.

But when she regained consciousness, she found that she had already held a broom in her hand, and then beat the hateful Yoshimura into a pig head that was beyond recognition.

Seeing him lying on the ground dying, Mihara Eda felt that she was still angry, so she simply smashed all the things in his house.

After it was smashed into a mess, she escaped from there.

Then, the next morning, when I was about to go out to buy breakfast, I received a call from the other party.

"Well done!" Saionji Akino couldn't help but say after listening to Miharaeda's story.

"Eh?" Mihara Eda suddenly came back to her senses and found that she was actually sitting in a strange living room, leaning against the sofa...

This is…

"You, what kind of magic did you use on me?" Mihara Eda looked at Saionji Akino with a surprised look on his face.

"Magic?" Saionji Akino was also confused.

"That's it...how did I come here with you, and then...did I just tell you all those things?" Mihara Eda wanted to recall what happened after being stopped by Akino Saionji.

But... this is just like when she beat Yoshimura violently, there is no memory at all...

When people are extremely angry...

Will you really lose part of your memory?

"Ah... I asked Mihara-san what happened to you and if you needed help, and then Mihara-san you quickly told me the whole story."

"...Yes, that's it." Mihara Eda slowly relaxed. She looked at the exceptionally handsome young man beside her and chose to accept this fact.

Maybe, subconsciously, he thought he was Asaha Oriyuki's boyfriend, so he let his guard down?

"Well, Mihara-san, if that's the case, you should find a lawyer, right?"

"...Well, I'm looking for it, but I...I don't understand this aspect of things..."

"I can help you." Xiionji Akino said seriously.

"Eh? No, no, Saionji-sensei...well...this is actually a trouble caused by me personally. It has nothing to do with you, teacher, so I can't trouble you." Mihara-eda shook her head and quickly refused.

"No, it's actually related."

"Teacher Mihara, the illustrations you drew are very suitable for "Your Name" and are now widely praised on the Internet. You should also know about this, right?" Akino Saionji saw that the other party became polite, and he also changed it.

The original speaking terms.

"Um…"

"So, Mr. Mihara is a very important business partner for me. If something like this happens, if I can help, I am still willing to help. After all, I don't want such a good illustrator to suffer because of something like this."

and disappear."

"Then... you... are very important to my friend Qian Yuzhi, so... I can't just sit idly by."

If the former reason is still far-fetched, but with the addition of the latter sentence, Mihara Eda can accept it instantly...

Although she could accept it... she was still a little resistant, and her expression suddenly became complicated.

"Wait a minute...aren't you and her boyfriend and girlfriend?" Mihara Eda suddenly asked after being silent for a while.

Xiionji Akino shook his head and said with a smile: "They are friends, but aren't friends enough?"

"..." Miharazhi sighed deeply, "That's really... I don't know how to repay you..."

"It's okay. Anyway, let's get over the current difficulty first. Mihara-san, please drink some water first. I'll go out and make a phone call."

"Okay, okay." Miharaae looked at Saionji Akino walking towards the balcony, and then looked around at the surrounding environment.

Although it is clean and tidy, it lacks a sense of life...

Well, this is normal. After all, they are still high school students and living together since high school is a bit too exaggerated.

But, why do we say they are friends?

If they are just friends, would they care so much for a friend's "friend"?

And... I'm not actually Asaha Oriyuki's friend anymore.

When the girl was in trouble, Saionji Akino looked at the dial on his phone and felt a little confused.

On a call.

It was like this for five consecutive minutes.

It seems that Mr. Shunji is very busy today.

Then try to contact him tomorrow?

"Sorry, Mihara-san, the lawyer I contacted today may be a little busy, so I can't contact him yet..."

"Ah, it's okay, I will find someone here myself." Mihara Eda quickly stood up and said.

"No, Mihara-san, let me help with this matter." Saionji Akino said seriously. He knew very well how high the lawyer's hiring fee was, and it was still a somewhat tricky situation at present, so it was best to hire a lawyer.

Shunji Kawano, the most capable man, came over.

What if Mihara Eda went out to find another lawyer and was deceived and lost money in vain?

"…this…"

Xiionji Akino looked at her hesitant eyes and chuckled: "It's okay, Mihara-san, don't worry and leave it to me, I can help you handle it."
To be continued...