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

Futaba said this with a complicated expression, and when Hoshimi looked at Eriri again, her eyes were filled with surprise and unconscious respect. (The following part was crossed out)

"You actually sold your own father like that. He's a werewolf."

After noticing his gaze, the latter just secretly gave him a fierce look, indicating that he should not expose himself.

Besides, Eriri didn't say anything wrong - after all, the entire Sawamura family used to go out and sell comics for Eriri, and Eriri's parents even went to the venue to teach her how to register a booth and sell her fan fiction.

"I originally thought this might have been created by you, Xingjian."

When Futaba looked at him with some malicious eyes, Xingjian quickly waved his hands with an innocent look on his face.

"No, no, Mr. Hoshimi can't draw at all. Don't you know that, Futaba?"

"That seems to be the case... But Xingjian, you've seen this type of thing before, right?"

“…Well…”

"Looking away and pretending to be confused when answering questions will make people see through your little tricks, Xingjian. It turns out you're not good at lying."

"Ah, exposed——" (good reading)

Eriri, who was sitting nearby, watched the two bickering as if it were their daily routine. Although she felt a little indignant about being left out, she did not lose her temper immediately.

After all, even she felt it.

——It seems like these two people have a really good relationship.

Originally, Xing Jian could have gotten rid of her and spent the wonderful summer vacation with his friends. But because of her, he was always busy after the vacation, and even asked his friends to help him.

Even though I have been causing trouble for others, I am still obsessed with my own affairs, like a selfish and stubborn child, without any consideration for other people's feelings.

"........."

Thinking of this, Eriri lowered her head slightly, and a hint of barely perceptible annoyance appeared on her pink little face.

After dozens of seconds, she raised her head and her eyes focused on the backs of Futaba and Hoshimi who were standing in front of the stall, chatting and arguing while promoting their own fan works.

Both of them looked a little embarrassed, but they managed to calm themselves down and began to serve the customers who came up to them with great concentration and dedication.

"........."

Eriri once again remembered the figure of a boy with glasses.

Ren Ye... probably wouldn't go to this extent for himself.

A hint of disappointment flashed across the girl's beautiful blue eyes, even though she knew it very well.

If it were him, he would definitely look away while saying, "Eriri, you can sell your work well without me, right?"

It was his words...

He can do his best to promote a schoolmate he is not so familiar with, but he can never do the same for Eriri Sawamura as the two guys in front of him.

"--Well!"

Eriri shook her little head, and her golden twintails swayed back and forth like the string of a rattle.

She slapped her cheeks hard to cheer herself up, then jumped off the bench, ran to Xingjian on her little feet and grabbed his clothes.

"Sunny, sunny!"

She called out in a low but serious voice to Hoshimi who was handing a fan book to a customer with both hands. After finishing his work, Hoshimi lowered his head slightly and looked at her with a puzzled look.

"What's wrong? You want to go to the bathroom?"

"Idiot, no."

Ying Lili pouted, and after repeatedly wanting to say something but stopping herself, she muttered something in an extremely awkward and muffled tone.

"...Thank you so much this time."

"—"

The black-haired boy was stunned, not expecting Eriri to say this.

"I'm being honest... I didn't mean to be perfunctory. Qing, you've helped me so much... Isn't it only natural to say thank you?"

Feeling very embarrassed, the little girl gently covered her slightly red cheeks with her hands, but her slightly red ears were still exposed.

"Also, that dream model next to you—ah, no. That Futaba-san, please tell her your gratitude later, Haru. I feel like if I suddenly express my deepest gratitude to her, since we're not even close, it might scare her off... I'll leave this honorable mission to you—hey, what are you doing?!"

However, before Miss Eriri could awkwardly express her feelings, she was grabbed by the boy Hoshimi, who looked so moved that he was about to cry, and then he carried her directly in front of Miss Futaba, who looked confused.

"Futaba Futaba, my child has finally grown up after going through so much and knows how to say thank you to me..."

"Wait—I'm thanking you seriously, what are you doing, Qing?! Are you looking for a beating?!"

The boy who saw the stars had a look of emotion on his face, like an old father whose daughter had grown up. Eriri, who was lifted into the air by him, felt that her sincerity was not valued, so she waved her fists at the air in anger. Unfortunately, her arms were not long enough and she could not hit the boy who saw the stars at all.

Ms. Futaba, who was originally selling doujinshi seriously, faced this puzzling scene with a look of contempt on her face, saying "Hoshimi, you have gone crazy raising kids, right?" But she still patted the boy's head out of sympathy.

"Okay, okay, great job. Thank you for your hard work, new dad."

Provided that the tone is not so perfunctory.

"Oh, seriously, I've been taking care of this child for so long, taking care of everything from her eating, drinking, and defecating. My efforts are finally paying off—"

"I'm telling you two to stop persecuting me! Can you please consider my reputation?!"

The cheerful atmosphere between the three even infected the customers queuing in front of the stall, and everyone couldn't help but chuckle - provided that they had ignored the terrifying question of "Why would a six or seven-year-old kid appear in an R18 abuse stall?"

Kashiwagi Eri's reputation was indeed well-deserved. Within just a few hours, one third of the printed stock had been sold out.

Perhaps because of the stark contrast between Futaba-san's aloof demeanor and her delicate, beautiful face, word of a stunning beauty at booth #169 slowly spread. Many people, who hadn't originally intended to buy Kashiwagi Eri's doujinshi, flocked to the booth, and soon a long line of customers formed in front of the booth.

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I feel like everyone has been lazy these days.

The bounty won't expire until the 22nd.

Sawamura Eriri's Body Can't Shrink: Chapter 10: The Intertwined Two (Part 4)

Everyone was vaguely curious about who was Mr. Kashiwagi between Futaba and Hoshimi, who were selling notebooks at the stall (it's natural to ignore Miss Eriri here), and they unconsciously began to speculate about the relationship between the two.

Of course, most people still regard Xingjian, who looks ordinary and whose presence is easily overlooked, as the real author of the book.

After all, the idea that the intellectual and aloof girl with glasses is actually the original author of a book about humiliation is too outrageous (and thrilling) in real life, and most people don't dare to think about it in this way.

It might be that Futaba's presence unknowingly accelerated the sales speed. In just a few tens of minutes, half of the total number of doujinshi were sold - although she herself was not aware of this and still had some doubts in her heart.

"So this humiliation book is so popular?"

No matter how well-dressed a person is, they'd buy a book like this that's a bit perverted. It really is true that you can't judge a book by its cover. (laughs)

Of course, Mr. Hoshimi who was standing by obviously didn't notice Ms. Futaba's slight change of heart towards the R18 book - it would be better to say that he was too busy with other things.

Since there are more and more customers, it is inevitable that there will be some people with ulterior motives who come for the works.

Just now, several otakus have privately pulled Xingjian aside and wanted to ask him for Futaba's contact information.

Xing Jian calmly reported a string of numbers to them, but after he added, "This is my phone number, if you have any questions, please feel free to contact me~", those otakus changed their previous joy and deleted the numbers angrily and left.

Forget it, if Futaba herself hasn't noticed it, it's better not to tell her about this annoying thing, otherwise those otaku guys will probably be cursed from head to toe by Futaba with a sneer on her face using civilized language without swearing.

The doujinshi stacked on the table were almost sold out, and customers who came to buy the books came and went one after another - ah, not counting the customers who queued up again and again to make a purchase just to show their presence in front of Futaba.

I don’t know whether they left an impression on Futaba, but Xingjian remembered what these people looked like.

After an old man took the doujinshi from the expressionless Futaba with a silly smile and left, the next customer who looked somewhat familiar appeared in front of Xingmen.

He was a fair-skinned boy with black bangs covering his left eye. He had headphones hanging around his neck, and his face was filled with a hint of eager joy.

"Um, could you please give me a copy of Kashiwagi Eri-sensei's new copy—huh?"

When he made eye contact with the black-haired boy who was the stall manager, the smiles on both of their faces froze involuntarily.

"Hoshimi...senpai?"

"Ishigami-san...?"

——Ishigami Yu/Hoshimi Haru encountered a major crisis called "meeting an acquaintance at the R18 doujinshi booth at the comic convention."

What is even more despairing is that the identities of the two people are "customer" and "vendor" respectively.

Although Ishigami, an old 2D otaku, is not very outgoing, he still comes to large-scale offline otaku meeting events such as comic conventions (alone of course), basically just to buy game fan merchandise.

His research on the R18 book was not very deep, but as a normal teenager who was thriving in adolescence, it was inevitable that he had only a superficial understanding of this aspect.

——He usually doesn't buy notebooks at all, but this time he rarely had the fresh idea of ​​"why not buy a new work by Mr. Kashiwagi to collect."

As a result, he died before he could accomplish his mission.

Ishigami, sweating profusely, looked at the cover of the notebook he had just taken, which showed a girl entangled in tentacles, and then looked at Hoshimi, who also had a stiff expression. Complex emotions emerged in his trembling eyes.

"Wait, Hoshimi-senpai is here—does that mean he's the real Kashiwagi Eri-sensei?"

So what my father said last time, "The children of the Sawamura family have a lot in common with you," was actually referring to this.

Ishigami is not a die-hard fan of the comic artist. At most, he will pay more attention to his works when he occasionally sees them in a very social security style. That's all he knows about Kashiwagi Eri.

and so……

Ishigami, who suddenly understood, no longer looked frightened, and his eyes were filled with natural respect and admiration as he looked at Xingjian.

"I didn't expect that Senior Xingjian, who never reveals his true identity and looks ordinary, is actually a super tentacle behind the scenes."

After putting the notebook into his backpack and paying the money, he solemnly shook Xingjian's hand.

"Well, I won't say much about the brush. Teacher, I really like your work! I hope you take care of yourself and create more beautiful books for everyone in the future!"

"??? Ishigami, are you mistaken—"

"Stop—you don't need to explain! I know this identity is embarrassing, but I will keep it a secret for you! Now, you are my teacher whom I have admired for a long time, and I am just a little fan of yours now. It's not the usual relationship of senior and junior. I know the difference very clearly."

Ishigami shook his head seriously, zipped up his backpack, and then gave Xingjian a thumbs-up with great solemnity.

"Anyone who has tried to draw erotic pictures knows that it is very difficult to make them erotic. Nowadays, when you see a teacher who is good at drawing erotic pictures, your first reaction is not that the picture is erotic, but that the person is strong! It is well known that ghs is the primary productive force of mankind. You are a powerful pioneer in paving the way for us, and I will support you in the future!"

Ishigami left the group after saying this, and before walking away, he bowed earnestly to Hoshimi. The other older men in the queue couldn't help but applaud his words in their hearts, watching Ishigami's departing figure with the eyes of a hero.

“…………Kimo.”

Only Futaba, who had watched the whole process from the side, hugged her arms with disgust and felt a chill.

"Is this what a horny adolescent otaku is like? Damn, I'm getting goosebumps. I want to greet him from head to toe, but I don't know where to begin."

As expected, Futaba would react like this.jpg

"Ah, this... I was planning on introducing Futaba to Shirogane and the others later."

Because Ishigami kept talking to himself and was unable to explain himself clearly, the boy Hoshimi could only look at his departing back with a complicated expression and sighed helplessly.

I'm afraid that if they really meet in the future, Futaba will inevitably be wary of Ishigami for a long time from the beginning of their contact.

Today's outcome ended with Ishigami's defeat, whose reputation among others had suddenly plummeted. (Additional note: Ishigami's comments further elevated his standing in the hearts of another group of otakus, bringing the game to a draw. No one won or lost today.)

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The real man Ishigami stepped on the landmine accurately again. He is worthy of it (funny)

Sawamura Eriri's Body Shrinkage is Impossible: Chapter 11: The Victim's Conviction (Part 1)

Today is the first day of the Summer Comic Convention. Aki Tomoya arrived at the venue early and began to set up a stall to sell doujinshi for the junior student Tomi Hasima - of course, he brought along Kato Megumi, who had made an appointment a few days ago.

Originally, according to his foreseen future, he should have come to this place with Kato today. So after his repeated requests, Kato, who had been ambiguous, finally agreed to his request.

"Um, um, Tomoya-senpai, Kei-senpai, thank you for your help. Please give me your guidance!!"

Before the official sale of the fan book, the red-haired girl with a baby face and big breasts thanked the two of them with great trepidation and even bowed solemnly.

Her name is Hajima Dekai. In the future that Aki foresees, Hajima will become a great artist and help her club a lot.

Although according to the plot he foresaw, Eriri would suddenly appear and have a big fight with him...

"But for now, it might be best to wait and see what happens, and not pay too much attention to what will happen in the future."

"It's okay, it's okay, Junior Sister Chuhai. Your work has great potential. All we can do is let more people know about your paintings. Your future achievements will all be earned through your own strength. Isn't that right, Kato?"

A bright, sunny and enthusiastic smile filled Aki's face, but when he turned his gaze to Kato who was standing aside and quietly sorting out the doujinshi, his voice paused slightly.

The reason was that Kato seemed to be staring at the bustling venue, and his vision was a little wandering.

"...Kato? What's wrong with you? You seem distracted."

"Ah... Yeah, it's okay."

Kato came back to his senses and gave Aki, who had a strange look on his face, a gentle smile.