Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

Its popularity is comparable to that of "Ghost Father".

I'm afraid Kitahara Takashi himself didn't expect that the first thing he would take away after becoming famous would be his own notebook.

I am Kitahara Takashi, and I represent myself—this book.

After hearing this, Kasugano Sora thought it was outrageous.

In fact, let alone her, everyone in the group thought it was outrageous.

Xiao Tongtong: [Isn't this a good thing? You can make a lot of money.]

Eromanga: [Good news? I'm about to go in, and it's still good news?]

Komachi: [Why do you want to go in?]

Eromanga: [If the real owner knew I was drawing his book, I'd be thrown in jail.]

In fact, there is nothing wrong with spreading this kind of book privately.

Just like some videos of AI celebrities swapping faces, many people have seen them.

But once it spreads and the source is found, you'd better have a really powerful background so that others can't do anything about it.

otherwise......

Xiao Tongtong: [When you go in, I'll go back to visit you.]

Eromanga: [Do you have a conscience?]

Xiao Tongtong: [No more words, I'm leaving the group now.]

Kasugano Sora looked at her phone with hesitation, not knowing whether she should tell Eromanga-sensei that Kitahara Tsutomu was her cousin.

"What's the point of telling you?"

Kasugano Sora thought about the relationship between her family and her cousin and decided to give up.

If this kind of thing cannot be done by saying it, what difference does it make if it is not said?

"Qiong, here's some water."

At this time, Kasugano Yu came back with water.

"Thank you."

Kasugano Sora took it absentmindedly.

I had just taken a sip when I saw Ogizu Haozi coming back angrily, with an unconcealable annoyance on her face.

"Have you rested well? It's time to go."

Ogizu Yoshiko's tone was not very good, probably because something happened to her.

Kasugano Sora didn't dare to ask any more questions and stood up immediately.

"Ms. Ogizu, is there anything wrong?" asked Kasugano Yu.

"A manga artist named Eromanga drew your cousin into the manga."

Kasugano Sora's heart suddenly tightened.

“Now this book is circulating.”

"Damn it, every single thing that has happened lately has given me peace of mind."

Ogizu Yoshiko lowered her head and typed, sending a message to someone unknown.

"Sister Ogitsu, how are things like this usually judged?" Kasugano Sora asked casually.

"Pay compensation + criminal liability."

"So heavy?"

Kasugano Yu's eyes widened. He thought a verbal warning would be enough, but he didn't expect there would be formal responsibility.

"Boy, do you think your cousin is an ordinary person?" Ogatsu Yoshiko glanced at Kasugano Yu.

I feel like kids are just kids.

The portrait rights of celebrities are different from those of ordinary people.

"In Japan, it is illegal to use a celebrity's image rights without their consent."

"Not to mention this kind of book that has already been circulated."

Is this loss of portrait rights?

The loss is money.

"Just wait, if I don't put her in jail, I'll take her last name." Ogizun Yoshiko said viciously.

She has already started contacting a lawyer.

'what to do? ’

Kasugano Sora was a little panicked.

She glanced down at the group, wanting to inform Eromanga-sensei to run.

But when she opened the group again, Kasugano Sora discovered that the netizen [Xiaogui] who usually didn't like to be online was online.

Xiaogui: [Don’t panic.]

Xiaogui: [I know my senior. He is a very gentle and easy-going person.]

Xiaogui: [As long as the teacher goes to the senior to apologize, I think everything can be turned around.]

Eromanga: [Really?]

Xiaogui: [Really.]

Xiaogui: [My senior took good care of me. He was the one who introduced me to this job. I even had dinner with him and he invited me to go fishing. Although his fishing skills were terrible, he often came up empty-handed.]

After reading the text posted by netizen [Xiaogui], Kasugano Sora felt uncomfortable.

I am Kitahara Tsutomu's cousin.

And the netizen [Xiaogui] is just an outsider.

But her cousin treated this outsider better than her.

Xiao Tongtong: [Wow, @Xiaogui, you actually know Kitahara Takashi! He's a big star.]

Komachi: What's it like to have a big star as a friend? Wouldn't it be cool?

Xiaozhi: [From what Xiaogui said, I feel like he treats you like a younger sister.]

Xiao Tongtong; [My Big Star Brother~ Isn't this a plot straight out of a shojo manga?]

The more Kasugano Sora read these words, the more she disliked them.

She typed: [Kitahara Takashi has a younger sister.]

Xiaogui: [@Yunosora, if you don’t understand your senior, please don’t say anything nonsense. ]

Xiaogui: [Senior doesn’t have a younger sister.]

Xiaogui: [Senior has no relatives now, it’s so pitiful.]

I don’t understand?

Kasugano Kyon's fingers poked the screen faster.

Yosuga no Sora: [@Xiaogui, didn’t you know that Kitahara Takashi has a cousin? ]

In the rental house, Bai Yingui looked at the hair of Yosuga no Sora and felt a little displeased.

"Don't I know whether Senior has a younger sister?"

Volume 275: . Do you remember why you came here?

One day in early September, when Izumi Masamune was making lunch in the kitchen, he heard a sound of footsteps on the ceiling.

Izumi Masamune thought Sagiri was urging him to hurry up, so he helplessly shouted overhead, "Wait a moment, it will be done soon."

As he spoke, Izumi Masamune picked up the fully heated frying pan and cracked the eggs into it with one hand.

As soon as the eggs touched the pan, they started frying with a sizzling and crackling sound.

When he felt one side was almost cooked, Izumi Masamune immediately flipped the egg over.

Because Izumi Sagiri likes to eat fried eggs, Izumi Masamune's movements are particularly gentle when turning the eggs over, for fear that if he moves too hard, the eggs will be punctured and the egg juice will flow out.

In this way, the only destination for this failed fried egg is the trash can and he himself to eat it.

Izumi Masamune has been eating fried eggs quite a lot recently, and now he feels a little nauseous when he sees this food.

"so far so good."

Fortunately, the egg was only slightly burnt and the egg liquid did not leak out. Overall, it was a qualified fried egg.

To judge whether the fried egg is good or not, just see if Izumi Sagiri can eat it.

She passes the test as long as she can eat.

Put the fried eggs on a plate, and Izumi Masamune will wash the tomatoes, cut them into slices and put them together with the lettuce, squeeze the salad dressing on them, and sprinkle a little salt on them. A simple lunch is ready.

Of course, this could be lunch, breakfast, or even dinner.

Izumi Sagiri eats this for three meals a day.

To be honest, Izumi Masamune has absolutely no way of understanding why some people like to eat food that uses almost no seasoning and only a small amount of salt.

But who makes his sister like it?

"Same old story, this one's like breakfast for lunch."

Putting the food on a tray, Izumi Masamune took it to his sister's room.

Go through the first floor filled with empty rooms and up the stairs.

With each step he took, the floorboards creaked, notifying his sister that her dinner was coming.

The two-story house was too big for just two children.

"Sagiri, I brought lunch."

Arriving in front of a room with a heart-shaped name tag with "sagiri" written in beautiful calligraphy, Izumi Masamune raised his hand to knock on the door.

Although he knew that Sagiri Izumi would not open the door.

His sister is a stay-at-home mom who hardly ever leaves her room.

Only this time, just as his knuckles were about to touch the door, it was opened from the inside.

"Sagiri!"

Izumi Masamune was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that Sagiri Izumi would be willing to open the door.

The last time he saw Sagiri Izumi was last time.

It was the day when Sagiri Izumi came to our house for the first time.

Time: early March.

In the otherwise warm weather, this day was the only one where it was chilly from the morning, with a blanket of white sky overlooking us.

The little, cute Sagiri Izumi hid behind her mother, lowered her head, and looked at him shyly.

Oh, OK.

There is also a group chat where the girl has her own father.

"From today on, she is your sister."

"Please take good care of this child."

In response to his parents' request, Izumi Masamune smiled and replied, "Okay."

Then, at her mother's urging, Izumi Sagiri shyly came to me, lowered her head, blushed, and whispered, "Nice to meet you, brother."

After this, the brother and sister never met again.

At home, she would never come out as long as there was someone around, including her own brother, whom she completely refused to meet.