Why wasn't I the one who got the male lead's script?

Hoshimi didn't waste any more words with Eriri. After a brief teasing, she waved at her and walked towards the entrance of the venue.

Fortunately, we didn’t see Tomoya Aki and his group near this stall. After all, the R18 area and the stalls for all ages are not in the same area.

After looking around for a while, he quickened his pace and trotted towards the gate.

There were only a few minutes until the museum opened, and a huge crowd of people gathered outside the gate - but on the wall inside the gate, a familiar figure standing there caught Xingjian's attention.

Dressed according to her usual habit, the girl with fluffy long gray hair, still wearing a dark-toned loose sweatshirt, stood aside leaning against a pillar. She calmly glanced at the customers outside the door who couldn't wait to enter the venue, and pushed her glasses without changing her expression.

“…So slow.”

She quickly noticed Xingjian, and then curled her lips at him in annoyance - Xingjian was always the kind of passerby who was difficult to find in a crowd, but he was still found easily.

"Hey, Futaba. Have a great summer vacation."

Xingjian smiled and trotted over to wave to the gray-haired girl. After all, they hadn't seen each other since summer vacation.

"It's a good summer vacation, how about we get some business done first?"

However, the latter's response seemed less enthusiastic. Futaba simply nodded indifferently, and then went straight to the point.

It seems that science students really pay attention to efficiency.

"Okay, let's go. Um, Staff-san—"

Hoshimi took Futaba to the side and recorded the stall number and number of people on the list of scholars.

"Number 169, that's Ms. Kashiwagi Eri's booth, right?"

The scholar-official boy wearing a hat took out a pen and wrote the stall number on a piece of paper.

"Uh—who's in charge? Mr. Xing...something?"

"See you, Xingjianqing."

"Oh, sorry sorry."

Seeing this, Futaba, who had been following behind Xingjian, sighed helplessly and waited until he finished registering before speaking slowly.

"Your passerby nature is really ingrained, Xingjian. Doesn't it make your daily life a little more difficult?"

"Is it okay...? I just don't feel anything is real."

It was exactly ten o'clock and the door of the venue opened.

Men and women carrying backpacks or wearing strange clothes came in one after another from the door. Hoshimi and Futaba had no choice but to step aside and quicken their pace towards Kashiwagi Eri's booth before the crowd rushed into the depths of the venue.

"By the way, Futaba, have you ever been to a comic convention before?"

"I repeat, Xingjian, you must really have some misunderstanding about my character."

As Futaba walked forward, she cast a subtle glance at the crowded and noisy crowd behind her - a look that was mixed with a hint of irritation and uneasiness.

Actually, Futaba Rio doesn't like crowded places. No, she doesn't like them at all.

"……Well."

At some point, Hoshimi, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped. Futaba didn't notice it at first and almost bumped into his back - fortunately, she braked in time before the two of them made physical contact.

"Wait—don't stop here suddenly, Hoshimi."

Futaba pushed her glasses which were almost thrown off because of her unstable body, and looked at the black-haired boy who turned sideways with a somewhat depressed look.

"If you really can't stand this place, Futaba, it's okay to go back early - it's just that you've made this trip in vain."

Xingjian looked at him sincerely, and he probably wasn't trying to provoke him on purpose.

The girl named Futaba Rio narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes became a little intriguing.

"...Xingjian, have you taken the wrong medicine recently? You've suddenly become so respectful and cautious."

It seemed that she felt a little uncomfortable with the boy's sudden understanding and comfort.

"Haha, because I had a similar experience a while ago, I've become extra cautious about this. Maybe this is what they say, 'Once bitten, you're afraid of the rope for ten years.'"

The boy smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. To be honest, Futaba had rarely seen him like this.

After all, whether this guy came to his lab to drink coffee or he skipped physical education class to chat with this guy in the lab for a whole class - neither of them had ever been so polite.

After noticing the subtle change in Hoshimi, Futaba turned her eyes away slightly, with a somewhat complicated emotion flashing in her eyes.

"...What's the big deal? I think it's enough that you're like that already."

There is no need to change yourself for others.

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I recommend my brother's book "I, Hikigaya, the Evil God"

It's probably about a story... a mixture of Cthulhu and daily life?

I heard there is high sugar →v→

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It's still on the big bookshelf today, so it's still a special event with three updates a day~

Sawamura Eriri's Body Can't Shrink: Chapter 10: The Intertwined Two (Part 2)

"...Futaba, you might not understand this, but my actions at that time were indeed somewhat inappropriate."

Xingjian turned her head and looked at Futaba, who had a little dissatisfaction on her face, and smiled helplessly.

"So now it makes sense that we should learn to care about other people's feelings, right?"

In fact, he also understood that she was upset about this because Futaba had always been on his side thinking about the problem.

In this regard, he really couldn't do anything to her.

"...I don't know what you, Xingjian, have done to someone you've offended, but since you've said so, I won't ask any more questions."

The gray-haired girl changed her usual lazy and casual attitude of not caring about anything, and looked directly into Xingjian's eyes and expressed her thoughts.

"I don't care how respectful you are to others, but listen to me—don't act that way around me."

Her voice was not loud, but for some reason it was particularly resounding in this noisy conference hall.

"Among your current circle of friends, I'm the first one to know you, right?"

"Ah... um."

"So, the reason this relationship has lasted until now is that, theoretically, I'm the one who understands you, Xingjian, the most among this group of people, and the reality is that this is still the case."

Futaba frowned, and her fair face was full of displeasure and annoyance that could be seen at a glance.

"Just being you is enough."

"—"

"There's no need to be bound by those etiquettes that will only make your ears calloused. It will only make us more distant. Besides, I know what kind of person you are."

At the end of her speech, her originally stern gaze shifted slightly.

"...I'm your friend. I am now, and I'll always be. I'll always be there when you need help—just understand that."

"........."

Futaba rarely talks to me about friendship.

When they had just met, Xingjian would occasionally suddenly ask, "Are we friends?" Futaba would usually evade the question with a look of disgust, "Are you a child?"

She could express her opinions so clearly and firmly - to be honest, this was the first time Xingjian had encountered this.

"...What's wrong with you? You look like you're about to cry."

"Nothing, nothing—I just think today is a really good day."

Hoshimi looked away before Futaba could fully realize how emotionally moved she was, and deliberately put on a nonchalant smile.

"As expected, becoming friends with you, Futaba, is the wisest decision I have made."

He said this from the bottom of his heart, or at least he had silently expressed his feelings many times in his heart before he could organize the words to say it out loud.

"………snort."

After a brief moment of distraction, the gray-haired girl's lips formed a faint smile that was both comforting and profound. She averted her gaze and continued to walk calmly towards the stall.

"Hurry up and get down to business. Finish it soon so I can have dinner and go home soon."

"Okay - Miss Futaba is so kind and compassionate, I will definitely remember it in my heart. If you have any troubles in the future, please leave them to me. I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"Stop your smooth talk, Xingjian. Even if you say nice things now, I won't show any mercy when I come to eat for free later."

"Eh—it's okay. I'm mentally prepared."

As the two of them walked up to the stall, talking and laughing (?), Eriri, who had been sitting in front of the stall and guarding it obediently, restrained her innocent and cute childish aura when she saw them coming.

Fortunately, the guy named Futaba that Hoshimi called knew her true identity, so she didn't have to pretend to be a cute child anymore.

"Good morning, Futaba-san."

However, it is still necessary to disguise herself as the elegant and graceful rich girl Eriri Sawamura in school.

The little girl smiled politely and greeted Futaba politely, but Futaba just looked Eriri up and down carefully, and after a long time she nodded slightly.

"Well...it looks like Futaba is almost seeing through Eriri's disguise."

Xingjian, who was standing by, came to this conclusion after observing the expressions of the two.

However, what he failed to notice in time was——

Standing by the stall, he casually glanced at the surrounding Futaba, and finally focused his attention on the cover of today's product that had not been opened on the table.

"what--"

By the time he realized it, it was too late. Futaba's gaze suddenly froze, and Eriri, who was wearing a polite smile, also pulled the corner of her mouth with a look of "something bad is going to happen."

Everyone knows what the cover of an R18 book about humiliation would be like.

It's nothing more than a story of intimate love action between a beautiful girl wearing revealing clothes (or wearing nothing but still showing her private parts) and Mr. Ke's tentacles.

For Hoshimi, a long-time fan of Kashiwagi Eri's novels, the cover of Eriri's new novel is actually quite revealing. (After all, she is well-informed.)

But for Futaba, a science geek who spends her days immersed in experiments...

"........."

After the atmosphere was tense for dozens of seconds, Futaba turned her head silently and looked at Hoshimi who was standing beside her with a complex look made up of multiple emotions such as surprise and disgust.

"Xingjian, you usually look harmless and serious, but...are men really perverts until death? So you're the one who can draw this kind of book?"

"Wait wait wait, this pot is too big for me to handle."

Before realizing that he was about to be misunderstood as a pervert, Xingjian quickly cleared himself of suspicion and looked at the blushing Eriri with an intriguing look, with the emotion of "you're on your own" written in his eyes.

He didn't immediately expose the fact that Eriri was the author of this humiliating book. After all, if this matter were to get out, Eriri would probably be socially dead - although he didn't think Futaba would spread the news.

Anyway, it all depends on how she uses her words.

"..."

After feeling Futaba looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze following Hoshimi's, Eriri blushed with shame and clenched her fists, her mind rapidly brainstorming.

"...Sawamura, this can't be--"

"Ah, as you can see from Futaba-san, that's it."

Finally, before Futaba could express her speculation, Eriri raised her head and met Futaba's gaze with her childish face with an apologetic smile.

"Actually... I'm just helping Dad sell this thing. He put a lot of thought into getting this book published, and I really don't want to disappoint him..."

Blingbling pitiful mode - activated.

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Wei Yinglili's father Wei Fengping was harmed

Good Daughter (Funny)

Sawamura Eriri's Body Can't Shrink: Chapter 10: The Intertwined Two (Part 3)

"...?"

Miss Futaba was stunned by this unexpected answer, and the expression of the boy Hoshimi behind her suddenly changed in a rare way.

"...So there really are such terrible parents? Today has really opened my eyes."