World Aid Guide

"Eh... um."

Faced with Sakura's enthusiasm, Aoyama did not refuse.

"Chihiro-sensei is really something... Even though Mashiro is her cousin, she left her in our care." Sakura complained to Nanami.

Nanami smiled, unconcerned. "Perhaps Chihiro-sensei has some difficulties?"

Although Sakura complained, she could understand Chihiro's actions.

Mashiro, who showed a talent for painting from a young age, lacked interaction with peers. If Chihiro took care of her personally, it would be no different from being at home, and Mashiro would not grow up.

If Mashiro is cared for by peers, she will grow through interaction.

There's also the class assignment... Sakura thinks that Chihiro-sensei must have mentioned wanting Mashiro to be in the same class as her, but she probably only mentioned it briefly.

The meticulous care that she and her brother had given her these past few days was practically equivalent to that of 'parents'. Nanami certainly couldn't do that; at most, she could only take care of Mashiro a little. Letting Mashiro make friends with her peers in class would be more beneficial for her growth.

Sakura tried her best to think of Chihiro in a positive light, but whether Chihiro herself thought so, or was simply being unreliable, Sakura didn't know.

……

They parted ways at an intersection.

When Sakura and Mashiro returned to the apartment, Chen Lin had already prepared dinner. After putting down their bags and washing their hands, they sat down at the dining table to start their meal.

While eating, Chen Lin casually asked.

How was school today? Did you make any friends?

"Yeah, I made friends with other comic artists, found out her phone number, and also learned about visual novels."

"Besides Aoyama-kun, who else?" Sakura asked curiously. How could Mashiro make friends on the very first day with her social skills?

Unbelievable.

"Yes, Eriri."

"Cough cough cough." Chen Lin choked while drinking soup and heard a familiar name again, though there was a possibility that it was a duplicate name.

"Eri...you mean that friend who draws comics?" Chen Lin asked tentatively.

"Yeah, I want to see the comics she draws, but she didn't bring them."

Chen Lin almost burst out laughing.

She didn't bring it? Would she dare bring it?

Even Eriri from the surface world is a character from the underworld. Chen Lin remembers that Eriri draws erotic doujinshi.

It would be strange if she dared to show it to Mashiro.

That was in the surface world; now this is the inner world, and Chen Lin doesn't even dare to imagine what she'll draw.

“Under normal circumstances, Eriri would never show you her manga.” Chen Lin pursed his lips, suppressing a smile. “But you can see it if you change your address.”

"???"

Zhenbai tilted her head and saw Chen Lin reveal a mysterious smile.

"As long as you call her uh..." Chen Lin originally wanted to tell Mashiro Eriri's pen name, but after thinking for a long time, Chen Lin still couldn't remember her pen name.

"Here's what you'll do, Mashiro, just tell her, 'Eri-kun, you don't want others to know you're drawing doujinshi, do you?'"

"What are you teaching Mashiro, brother!?"

Chen Lin smiled and did not continue to explain.

Although he asked the question aloud, Chen Lin already had the answer in his heart.

"His name was something like Anki. He wanted me to join his club, but I didn't agree."

"Mashiro, you just said you were interested in GALGALME, right? Why don't you join?" Sakura asked curiously.

"He wanted me to draw for him and make games. He said it was his dream. What does his dream have to do with me? I just want to draw comics. Everything else is a waste of time."

"If you don't like it, don't join. Tell me what kind of visual novel you want to play and I'll help you find it."

……

After dinner, Mashiro returned to her room.

Sitting in front of the computer, Mashiro took out her phone and dialed Eriri's number.

"Hello? Who is that?"

Wearing a green tracksuit, Eriri casually crossed her legs on the chair and answered the phone. For a homebody like her who always keeps her phone with her, she answers calls almost instantly whenever she has a spare moment.

"Shiina Mashiro."

"Shiina-kun!? Is...is something the matter?"

Eriri was startled; she hadn't expected Mashiro to contact her that very night.

Eriri is somewhat famous, but only within the small circle of doujinshi artists in the adult entertainment industry. Eriri is also aware that her doujinshi still has many shortcomings.

Mashiro is a world-class painter. If I could exchange ideas with her, my painting skills would definitely improve a lot!

"Eri-kun, you don't want others to know you're drawing doujinshi, do you?"

Although Mashiro didn't know what the doujinshi meant, nor did she understand why it was said that way.

However, since Chen Lin said to do it this way, then let's do it this way.

"Shiina...Shiina-kun, what...what are you going to do?"

Eriri broke out in a cold sweat. How...how did she know?

Did Tomoya tell Mashiro that he was a doujinshi artist in order to recruit her?

"I want to see your comics."

"I understand! I'm coming right now! Just don't tell anyone I'm drawing this sketchbook!!!"

"I'm waiting for you."

Putting down her phone, Mashiro felt a faint sense of anticipation.

Mashiro had only ever worked with great painters before, but she had never worked with manga artists before, and the only person she knew who was an editor, Ayano, was related to manga.

Eriri was the first manga artist Mashiro met.

Mashiro is very interested in her manga.

Mashiro is looking forward to Eriri's manga, but Eriri is in trouble.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !

My brain is shaking!!!

Eriri clutched her head and kept banging it against the pillow.

Even the people in the club only know her by her pen name, Kashiwagi Eri, and don't know her real identity. Who told Shiina-san this?!

And why would Shiina say something like, "XXX, you don't want to do XXX either, right?"—a classic line from a NTR (Netorare) manga!?

That's not right! This doesn't make sense!

Shiina looks so innocent and cute, and she's also a world-class genius artist. She doesn't seem like the type to read this kind of doujinshi at all.

Who on earth taught her all this?!

Chapter 75 Mashiro: Not Big Enough, Not Enough

What is this called!

In the room, Eriri frantically banged her head against the pillow.

That expressionless, emotionless, and naturally naive pretty girl actually said lines that only appear in NTR doujinshi!?

If I don't go... Shiina will definitely tell the class about my drawing in the book.

Eriri was certain that the genius girl who could bluntly refuse others would definitely reveal her secret without hesitation.

My rejection of Kasumigaoka was already straightforward enough, but Shiina just said, "What does this have to do with me?"

That's pretty straightforward.

There's no way I can not go now.

I put on a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses, loosened my signature twin ponytails and tied them up simply, wore an old-fashioned green tracksuit and Crocs, plus the backpack that every anime convention otaku wears... Perfect! I won't be recognized even if I bump into other classmates on the street!

After stuffing her old sketchbooks into her schoolbag, Eriri left home like a thief.

Based on the location, Eriri arrived at the apartment door, and suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

"Why is this place so eerie..."

Never mind, let's go in quickly.

Entering the deserted lobby, Eriri arrived at Mashiro's room according to the room number and nervously knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened, and a beautiful girl with blonde hair, just like Eriri, appeared before them.

"Did you bring it?"