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

Ye An thought of another question.

At that time, wouldn't the handiwork of the system mother be everywhere, the notebooks piled up into mountains, and countless nerds hugged her body pillow and called her wife?

This...subtle...feeling...

Why do I feel like I was...N.TR?

"Mother System, change your image in those people's memory." Ye An said with a blank expression.

[What's the matter, are you jealous? 】

"Think too much, why am I a man who eats a perverted vinegar..., I just feel a subtle and indescribable feeling."

After a pause, several black lines fell from Ye An's head: "Also... In short, change it quickly! By the way, the real Yui will be very troublesome, right? So change it quickly."

Ye An himself admired his own wit, and the reasons for not messing up in the face of danger were impeccable.

【Relax and reassurance. 】The system lady laughed, her eyes turned into two crescent moons, 【I don't want to be the king of the book, but fortunately, Ye An, you reminded me, otherwise it will be too late when the news spreads. 】

【Thank you idiot Ye An, then I will modify it~】

Well, this bastard really has fully accepted Loli's body, and is still enjoying it.

Subconsciously touched his little nose, fortunately, no loyalty.

Heh heh heh, after all, it's a fake loli, or a real loli like Hongwu Bingtang is more attractive to me.

Thinking with inexplicable complacency, Ye Anmi raised her eyes, looked at Lu Ren and tilted her head while holding her chin, and said, "It's really a great, wonderful strange story."

"Hahaha, that is, I, Lu Ren, have the world's number one intelligence gathering channel!!"

(Note: The lines of the supporting role Shutterheim in "JOJO's Bizarre Adventure")

The laughter suddenly stopped, as if the repeater was stuck, and then Lu Ren slapped his face hard twice to make a crackling sound.

Laughing a lot, some cramp.

Then he sat down with a restrained smile, and stretched out a finger:

"Ye An, I still have an urban legend here."

"Ah, let's talk." Thinking about the system mother, Ye An looked straight out of the window and replied casually.

Eh?Is there any more?

After reacting, Ye An resigned to his fate and closed his eyes again, parting his lips slightly to reveal a forced smile:

"Hmm... what urban legend?"

"It was last week, the story that happened on Route 66."

"Route 66?"

"Well, it seems that you know. It was an ordinary day. The traffic policeman was on duty with full of joy, but the weather didn't suit his mood."

"It was cloudy, and he looked at the sky and couldn't help but think, 'Oh, it's going to rain later'. Thinking of this, he began to look for a place to hide from the rain. This was his first time on duty on Route 66. Haven't touched it yet."

"Looking at him smacking his mouth, he suddenly became a little irritable, and strange ideas kept popping up in his head, and finally turned into a story—"

"Three years ago, there was a car accident on Route 66. One of the two parties involved in the collision was a bosozoku. The motorcycle hit the car. I didn't know what happened at the time. I only know that the motorcycle broke the windshield and was crushed on the ground." The face of the car driver, while the bosozoku flew out. Later, his body was found tens of meters away."

"The bosozoku died after the rescue failed, and the car driver's neck was empty, and his head had become pulp."

"It was raining lightly on the day of the car accident, just like today... Thinking of this, the traffic policeman couldn't help becoming more irritable. He couldn't find a place to hide from the rain while standing guard, so he had to put on a raincoat. For some reason, this accident was in his mind Running around, causing him to cover his head and close his eyes, he always felt that something was wrong. It took him a long time to remember from his muddy head: He didn't know this at all before."

"He trembled, and he comforted himself by saying that he must have seen it somewhere before, but he was still terrified, so he simply took out a cigarette."

"Crack! The cigarette was lit, and he put the cigarette in his mouth in confusion, and suddenly realized: Who lit the fire?"

"It was raining, but the cigarette was strangely not extinguished. The traffic policeman threw the cigarette to the ground! Before he could panic, a black car drove slowly, maybe at a speed of just over 30 mph. It was a mess. The traffic policeman couldn't bear to think too much in his head, he just walked forward in a mechanically numb manner, and stretched out his hand to signal to stop and check."

"'Sir...show me your driver's license, please,' he murmured almost sleepwalking."

"No, no, that's not what I want to say! What am I doing, I should take out the walkie-talkie, ask for leave and get out of here as soon as I feel unwell! This is too weird, what happened? Mr. Traffic Police feels like his head is being rained When I got into the water, I couldn’t even control my own body.”

"There was a foreigner in the car, blond and blue-eyed, a handsome uncle. He showed a sunny smile, and the traffic policeman felt as if he was going to be melted by this smile; he didn't speak, just handed over a driver's license silently."

"Mr. Traffic Police took it with some trepidation. He even knew why he was panicked. He just felt that something was wrong, and this feeling became more and more intense. Until he saw the weird cigarette that hadn't been extinguished, he slowly lit the car's car. tire……"

"It's a paper car."

"Mr. Traffic Police felt his body was frozen. For some reason, he remembered the car accident three years ago: the bosozoku seemed to be Japanese, and the car driver...was a foreigner..."

"He raised his head stiffly, and he knew that there was a headless monster in the car, staring at him with the horror of unwillingness to fate."

"In a daze, he seemed to feel that he had fallen asleep, and felt that he was still awake; half asleep, half awake, he vaguely touched a round object, and the feedback from his head let him know that it was the steering wheel, and subconsciously stepped forward - it's the gas pedal..."

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PS: "What happened just now? Where did those people come from?"

[It's from the book next door. The silly bastard passed on the wrong chapter, and they ran to our set to play a chapter in a daze. 】

"?? What the hell? Isn't this too sandy?"

[The author of MDZZ, add more to compensate us. 】

"... Compensation is fine. If you keep up the word count for this chapter, it will be 3000 soon."