I Also Want to Draw Comics when I Cross into a Pseudo-mother

"puff……"

"Don't give him a fatal blow..."

Hikigu Hachiman shook his head helplessly.

For those who aspire to become writers, this is a forbidden sentence. It is better to say that it is a criticism than a compliment. This kind of words is probably equivalent to saying "I don't understand" or "It's so boring" to this novel.

"Hey? Then, then, come here, Xiaoqi!"

Yuigahama stood up as if running away, and gave the chair to Hikigaya.

Thus, Hikigaya Hachiman sat in front of the Zaimoki seat, and Yuhihama sat obliquely behind Hikigaya.

There was a glimmer of hope in the eyes of Zaimokza, who had been burned to ashes.

"Hoo... um... Yahachiman. Do you understand what I'm saying? You understand the world I'm describing, the realm of light novels, right? This is a profound story that stupid people in the world can't understand at all!"

"I resist, I also like to read light novels."

Hikigu Hachiman ignored Ye An's voice behind him, and nodded to reassure Zaimoza.Afterwards, he slowly said the conclusion in an extremely gentle tone.

"Which work did you copy?"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Zaimuzuo fell on the floor and rolled, hit the wall suddenly and stopped, and kept that posture without moving.The nothingness looked at the sky, there was a trace of tears on the cheeks, an aura of whether I should die or not.

[Fatal blow, this blow is cruel enough. ] The system mother sighed in admiration.

"...You really don't leave any room for it, you are meaner than me." Yukinoshita expressed strong disgust.

Ye An shook his head, and stared at him with dead fish eyes different from Bi Qigu's: "I said, aren't you gentler than what Qigu said? You were the one who stopped just now. Why do you give the maximum amount now?" It will be you, Hikigu, who will hurt you."

"Well, I can't hold back."

Well, I can understand.

For a while, Zaimuza kept inhaling, inhaling, and exhaling, doing the legendary Lamaze breathing method, and then tried to stand up with slightly trembling limbs.

"Well, the most important thing is the illustrations. Don't worry too much about the content."

Then he stared at the people on Biqigu's side.

"...Next time, would you like to read it again?"

……Um?

Ye An couldn't believe his ears.

What is this talking about.

The others probably couldn't understand what kind of situation this was, so they all kept silent.

Totally beyond expectations.

So Zai Muzao repeated it again.

"Next time, would you like to read it again?"

His scorching gaze went straight to the three people except Yuigahama.

"you……"

"Is it super shaking M?"

Hiding behind Hikigaya, he cast a disgusted look at Zaimokuza, as if he was saying, go to hell, pervert.

Ye An didn't understand: "I said, it was said like that just now, do you want to come again?"

"Of course, it is indeed a harsh criticism. It makes people feel that they should die. Anyway, it is impossible to be popular in their lifetime. There is no such thing as a friend... Seriously, everyone except me should die. .”

"Of course, I would want to die if I was told that." Bi Qigu's head was sweating slightly, and he nodded slightly in confirmation.

After waiting for Hikigaya Hachiman's reply, Zaimoza continued: "But, even so, I am very happy. It feels really good that someone will read the things I wrote out of interest and give me some impressions. .How should I name this feeling...I'm really happy that someone can read it."

After saying that, Zai Muzao smiled.

That was not the smile of the swordsman general, but the smile of Yoshiki Saikiza.

[Really... this guy is a writer's disease patient. 】

[Writer's disease?That's it. 〕

When a writer gets sick, it’s not a physical problem, but a mental phenomenon that I don’t know if it’s healthy or not.

In fact, many people will have this kind of disease, especially among people who like to read, the incidence rate is the highest.I have always wanted to write something out of interest, and after I actually write it, I want others to read it. If it can touch people's hearts or make people smile, it will make them extremely happy and take pleasure in it.And even if no one appreciates or agrees with them, they will continue to write—because of their hobbies, it can be said that they use love to generate electricity.

In this way, the so-called writer is sick.

To be honest, people who suffer from this kind of "disease" deserve to be respected even if the things they write do not catch people's eyes.So Ye An's answer is obvious.

"If you dare to write, then there is nothing I dare not read."

"Well, I can read it too."

Seemingly not expecting Ye An's answer, Bi Qigu was stunned for a long time before replying to Cai Muzuo.

"Whoa whoa!"