Can I draw Eromanga forever?

"two?"

"First, didn't you draw a lot of scenes from when we first met? The cherry blossoms are especially good... Have you heard that cherry blossoms fall at a speed of five centimeters per second?"

"never heard of that."

"As for the second one, when I actually met you, I felt it was quite suitable. You're expressionless, slow-witted, lack common sense, and often do things that make people dumbfounded... Sometimes you're so calm that it's like an elf who has lived through countless years. Mashiro, there's a story called 'The Burial of Fulilian'."

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Volume 78: Chapter You don’t want your identity as the illustrator of the book to be exposed, right?

Huhu——

The hair dryer blew out hot air, and Lin You held Zhenbai's hair in his hand. The golden hair was tangled, and his fingertips felt like quicksand.

I seem to often help girls bathe?

In the living room, Lin You was blowing Mashiro's hair while thinking carefully in his mind.

The spoiled Yuki, the subsequent Hoshino Ai... and the defenseless pet girl in front of him.

"You... You, it's hot, come in..."

"Don't be so sentimental."

The hot air from the hair dryer poured into the golden hair of Mashiro, lifting up an alluring curve of her shoulders and neck, revealing her shoulders slightly. After drying the water droplets and changing into pajamas, Mashiro said "hmm", her voice a little sweeter, and half-lying down on the sofa, her whole body was in a slightly curled up state.

It was clearly me who was doing the hard work from beginning to end, so why do you still look so weak and lazy after taking a shower?

Lin You was confused.

He changed Mashiro into a white silk nightgown. As the girl curled up her body, the knees of her beautiful legs were tucked into the hem of the skirt, causing the hem of the skirt to be slightly lifted up.

Exposed beneath the skirt were a pair of well-proportioned and smooth calves, white and delicate snow-white feet, and half of the thigh skin.

Lin You sighed and said, "Let's call someone to take care of it later. It's Ju Li."

"what?"

Mashiro asked, unconsciously emitting temptation, her voice soft and light, without any ups and downs. Her jade feet, resting on the corner of the sofa, were slightly curled up, looking tender.

Lin You: “…Nothing.”

He had bought this small apartment building a long time ago. It has three bedrooms and a living room. The apartment has three rooms for Lin You, Youxi, and Mashiro.

Love lives next door.

This arrangement prevents the young idols from becoming too greedy after having tasted the sweetness of it.

Mashiro wouldn't be like this, right?

Lin You looked into her calm eyes which were like transparent gems.

The gems reflected a faint light.

"You." Zhenbai suddenly seemed to think of something, looked into Lin You's eyes, and said, "I am not very talented, so please give me more guidance in the future."

"..."

This guy……

Do you really understand the profound meaning of this sentence?

Lin You looked at the girl in front of him with a faint expression. She even tilted her head, as if wondering why Lin You didn't respond.

"Yu?"

Mashiro tilted her head and asked, her plump lips slightly parted, "Aren't you happy, Yuu? Strange, Ayano told me that Yuu would be happy if I said something like that."

Ayano?

The cute image of the masochistic maid appeared in Lin You’s mind.

——No, the one Mashiro was referring to here should be Iida Ayano.

An editor at a publishing house, Mashiro had known her since she submitted a work to a new manga award the year before she arrived here.

He is an ordinary but calm comics editor who is good at guiding Shiina Mashiro's creation and helping her work with unique insights.

Therefore, he is also one of the editors recruited by Yang Nai for the studio.

Lin You patted her head and said, "Go draw. If we decide to debut as a cartoonist as a team of two, have you decided on a pen name?"

"Yes, Lin Zhenbai." Zhenbai nodded confidently.

Lin You: “…”

"Or, Mashiro Suho?"

"..."

as long as you are happy.

Lin You held his forehead, helped Mashiro back to her room, and opened the digital screen for her.

"Don't start drawing too late. I'm planning to make 5 Centimeters per Second into an animated film. Let's take our time."

"Well, where's Yuu?"

Mashiro asked as she sat in her chair, her head tilted back, her blonde hair falling like silk ribbons.

"Me? ...Yono's work ability is so strong that my small studio is almost able to evolve into an independent new library."

Japan has a long history of publishing houses, and many light novel and manga libraries have emerged from them, such as the large number of subsidiary publishing houses and light novel and manga libraries that have emanated from Kadokawa Shoten under the Kadokawa Group.

Yang Nai was decisive and efficient. He directly acquired a small local library in Chiba that was on the verge of bankruptcy. He also used the resources of the Yukinoshita family to integrate the publishing company's channels and opened several bookstores under his name.

In view of this, Lin You also gave it a name - "Gensokyo".

There have been no major developments in Gensokyo's light novels and comics. The Newcomer Award campaign is underway, and currently only some serialized works from its predecessor, the Kobunko, and "Love Metronome," which was transferred from the Fuzugawa Bunko, are retained.

It is not common for serialized light novels to change their publishing houses, and it is even quite rare for light novel authors to change their publishing houses.

But when all the rich and powerful, light novel authors and editors-in-chief jumped ship... the result is self-evident.

Now, when you purchase "Love Metronome" at Gensokyo Bookstore, you will also receive a bonus: Sayuka's illustrations.

There are versions featuring Kasugano Yuu, Eromanga, and Kashiwagi Eri.

"Let me think... I'll fill the library with some works, light novels, comics... popular novels seem to be fine." Lin You said.

Mashiro lifted her soft, snow-white legs, and her delicate feet stepped on the edge of the chair. She seemed very interested.

Lin You smiled slightly, "Mashiro, do you want to draw light novel illustrations for me?"

"think."

"Oh, well, then I have to think about what to write." Lin You sat on the edge of Mashiro's bed and pondered for a moment.

As for comics, I can draw One Punch Man better than Murata.

As for light novels...

"As for light novels...why not pick 'Too Many Loser Heroines'?"

"Ah."

Mashiro listened quietly and nodded silently.

……

night.

Lin You's room was dimly lit, and the sound of smooth keyboard tapping, like heavy rain, could be heard.

The stand-in, who scored A for both speed and precision, types with such speed that paragraphs of text appear quickly in a blank Word document, even faster than AI generation.

"I, usually a background figure in the class, Numizu Kazuhiko, happened to witness the heartbreak of a popular classmate, Yana, watching Kyouna get dumped by a guy."

"He clearly said he wanted to marry me, isn't that too much?"

“How long ago was that?”

“About four or five years old.”

"That doesn't count, right? With this as an opportunity, girls like Shaoyan Lemon from the track and field team and Komari Chika from the literature club, all filled with a sense of defeat, appear one after another—?"

"Warm water, girls can be divided into two categories. If they are not childhood sweethearts, then they are thieves."

"I see. What a generous classification."

"...May these girls, whose lives shine through defeat, find happiness. A mysterious youth, surrounded by defeated women—losers—begins here!"

"..."

Watching the stand-in finish coding the first chapter of the first volume.

Lin You, who was waiting for the opportunity, raised his eyes and saw a message appear in the notification bar of his mobile phone.

Eriri: "I've finished drawing Shinyu's illustration!"

Eriri: "Mayu.png"

Eriri: "How about it? As a bonus for 'Love Metronome'!"

There is also a string of smug and hands-on-hips emojis under this message.

Eriri: "Come to think of it, Yuu really thinks I'm capable? He actually asked me to draw this, heh..."

Eriri: "Since you praise my painting skills so much, I will accept this job with great reluctance!"

Eriri: "...Don't misunderstand me!"

"..."

Lin You suddenly felt a sense of regret: instead of letting the powerful and undefeated Mashiro portray the underdog heroine, shouldn't he choose this golden-haired underdog...

Eriri was really stunned.

Arrogant and clumsy.

Kasugano Yuu: "You know, the artist's pen name printed on the bonus is 'Kashiwagi Eri', right?"

Eriri: “Huh?”

Kasugano Yuu: "One more thing, my nickname is Kasugano Yuu, not because I'm a fan, but because I really am that 'Kasugano Yuu'."

Eriri: “Huh?”

The other side fell into silence.

The chat interface was silent for a long time. Lin You watched as the stand-in's typing speed gradually increased, and the long paragraphs of text description became richer.

after this.

Lin You's phone just started buzzing.

Eriri: "Huh?...Hmm, wait, no, what did you say? Yuu is that Kasugano Yuu? Speaking of which, their voices do seem similar. Is this true? Yuu, who looks so cool, has actually been drawing Eromanga all this time?! And how did Yuu know I'm Kashiwagi Eri? Could it be that my mom leaked the information? No... Kashiwagi Eri? I don't know anyone named 'Kashiwagi Eri'!"

Kasugano Yu: "..."

It's too late to change your mind now, isn't it, Eriri?

This guy really has a pure loser vibe. He's not the kind of loser who is sensible, gentle, or even voluntarily quits, but a poor little loser who is slow to react, a little stupid, and completely defeated by the first female lead.

All pears are gone.

Lin You lowered his eyes and looked at the screen of his mobile phone. The chat interface kept scrolling down automatically, and a series of one-way chat messages were displayed one after another. One could guess the anxiety and blushing look of the girl on the other end of the screen.

At this moment, Eriri must be wearing that green sportswear, lying on her big bed without the image of a young lady. She jumped up in shock, and her white and slender legs tensed up. She tapped her toes, and her toes, like tender buds, curled up and stretched out.

"Ahhh! How did he find out my identity as the illustrator of the book?! I'm dying! Ahhhh!"

Unsurprisingly.

In that room that looked like a princess's boudoir.

Eriri suddenly lay on the bed, giving up on herself, burying her delicate little face in the pillow like a little ostrich.

She was so socially frustrated that she cursed silently, "Wulusai, Wulusai, Wulusai," trying to deceive God.