[Comprehensive] I really have a problem with my daily life

Sister Nanako is indeed the biggest and Nadeko person I've ever met, she didn't ask any questions, she responded with a smile, and a soft voice came over: 【Yes, as long as it doesn't break the law. 】

"That..." I felt a little hard to say, and my face turned red after holding back for a long time, "Can you tell me something about Longya? Anything I don't know is fine... But I'm asking you You can't tell anyone about this, including him!"

Sister Nanako was obviously a little surprised by my request, but she agreed with a smile, and she didn't mean to inquire in her words, but told me a little bit about Echizen Ryuya she knew about her gently.

About being adopted by Echizen Nanjiro when I was a child, and being forced to take him back after I integrated into the family, because of my childhood experience, I left home very early and got used to running around the world by myself. I used to play match-fixing because of livelihood problems, but I turned back when I met my younger brother. I came here to hate my employer, and then I joined the U.S. team when I was U17, and I was also pulling a dragon horse. It is undoubtedly a younger brother who can stamp it. In fact, my English is not good, so when I am not very talkative when I am abroad, I am often treated as cold and cold. The attitude of outsiders is really cold...

In fact, I originally wanted to listen to some interesting stories to arouse the emotions I liked about him at the time so that I could better devote myself to creation. I didn't expect to finish listening to a growth history.

But I didn't interrupt the other party, and listened carefully.

[In short... That child looks like this!If he does something... beat him!You're welcome Iori! 】

"Huh?" I was taken aback, and seriously retorted, "No, no. Or should I say that I did something right..."

【……Why?What, what's going on? 】

Among them, the details cannot be explained to the other party...

"In short...thank you, sister Nanako." Before hanging up the phone, I said this sincerely.

"Hmm... It's a bit similar to what I imagined, but a bit different." I dragged my cheek with one hand and let out a low laugh. After realizing that this was a bit silly, I rumpled my hair helplessly and said to myself He murmured to himself, "Ah—speaking of which, my order is wrong! Normally, you shouldn't know these things before dating...what's the point of remembering after dating..."

I looked up and saw the framed words of [Goal [-] million], and my expression became serious: "Ah... Hurry up and hurry up!"

Ah... what the hell am I doing... no, what the hell am I thinking...

It's been 3 months and I'm only now starting to struggle with it, it doesn't make any sense at all!

The perspective of a human girl companion.

In the eyes of others, human girls are a bit unique.Coming from a small village, he was brave and resolute, and went to battle to kill the enemy. He usually doesn't talk much, and his face is more serious. His favorite thing is to practice swords.Compared with other girls, she is a strange girl who is out of place.

From the time when the companion noticed the human girl, from the beginning when she felt that the girl was out of group to making friends...the two became friends.

However, the good times didn't last long. After the conflict between humans and demons became more and more serious, it was revealed by fellow villagers that the girl who had been promoted to the team leader because of her heroic killings had a demon lover.After the girl refused to seduce her lover, she was slandered and treated in various ways, and finally was imprisoned.The former team leader, who had been displeased with her before, took the opportunity to add insult to injury, aggravated the opponent's criminal law, and finally treated her as a witch and burned her at the stake.

The companion was anxious, and went to see her quietly the day before the execution, and found that the other party looked very calm and refused to run away.

That night, the girl slowly told her companion the story of her falling in love with the demon youth.Unlike the scene recalled by the demon youth before his death, this time it is from the perspective of a girl.

In the memories of the previous article, in the memories of the demon youths, there are not many scenes of girls appearing, so I have a lot of room for enrichment and modification in this part.

In the memories of the demon youth, the two were sweet and warm, and he was determined and enthusiastic about this relationship.On the girl's side, she was a little dazed and passive, and her emotions were led away by the youth.Her feelings are actually uncertain.

The girl who told the story faded away from her usual seriousness, and kept a slight smile on her face.

【Obviously you have done nothing wrong...】The companion was crying, 【Why do you want to protect him at this time?It’s obvious that he’s from the demon clan… It’s obvious that you haven’t known each other for long, and you don’t know him at all… What if…]

What if he is the bad guy?What if he deserved what he deserved? ——The companion's words stopped abruptly when he saw the girl's expression.

The girl showed a regretful expression: [Yeah, I haven't got to know him well...]

[If you can meet him...can you convey a word for me? ] There was a hint of shyness in the girl's smile, 【Just ask him...does he like me? 】

Afterwards, the young girl served her sentence calmly.

After the war, the companion finally returned to the village where the girl was, and at this time, the youth of the demon race had already turned into that sea of ​​flowers.

The companion untied the bundle of hair that the girl cut off that night, and the strands of hair scattered in the wind of the sea of ​​flowers.

She heard the story of the demon youth from other people in the village, with a smile on her face, she whispered: [He likes you. 】

The final scene is still a grand double-page spread.With the whole of that little poem.

——"Life used to be a wild and sudden taste for us. I hope the happiness here is like the flowers in the barren tomb."

Amidst the music of "One Step Away" playing outside, I read this sentence softly, with a satisfied smile on my face.

Then his expression changed in the next second, and he couldn't stop crying: "Wow—girl, you don't deserve to die! You don't even know that he likes you so much! Damn it, I drew this damn! You can't send blades to authors!"

This time I finished drawing more than 50 pages, and I accidentally exploded the page and it became 60 pages.

After finishing the painting, I also cried until my eyes were swollen. I saw that the time was past four o'clock, and it was early morning.

"Damn—why do you have to go to school today..." I wailed.But today I need to confirm the report card, and there is no way to ask for leave...

I slept for less than three hours in an emergency. When I woke up, my eyes were not only dark circles, but also swollen like walnuts because of crying last night and staying up late.

I've been in a bad state all day long, and my sleep time is on par with Cilang's.Fortunately, my final exam results were not bad, and the teacher didn't target me.

Although... my eyes, which were obviously swollen after crying, received a lot of staring salutes and greetings that seemed concerned.

I can probably imagine the theater of "Shock! The cheating girl came to school with swollen eyes! Suspected deeds revealed!" in some people's heads.

"What's wrong with you?" Kurosaki couldn't hold back and asked me.

"Because I drew a tragedy, I made myself cry." I folded my hands on my chest and replied lifelessly.

"..." Kurosaki gave me a deep look, "It's best just like this."

"...Shut up, you."

The next day, the editor Hattori knocked on the door early, with a distrustful look on his face, as if he was afraid that I would run away without submitting the manuscript, which made me wonder what I had done to make the other party feel so insecure.

I took a day off when I came back from school, and I have been sleeping since five o’clock yesterday afternoon. I recovered a little, and gave him a thick stack of drafts: “Because I finished the painting all night, this time The draft is relatively hasty and the degree of completion is not high..."

"It doesn't matter! There are not many requirements for the completion of NAME." Editor Hattori took the manuscript with both hands and looked down.

Half an hour later, I was drinking milk from the fridge and listening to editorial comments.

"...Iori-sensei, your degree of completion is already very high!" Editor Hattori rubbed his reddened eyes, "And this time the picture feels more emotional than the previous one! It really is the girls who are more involved." Is it delicate..."

"Huh? Is that so?" I scratched my head flattered, "This time the emotions are indeed more ups and downs than before..."

Editor Hattori seems to be full of confidence now: "Mr. Iori, this time, I will definitely win the first place!"

"Don't set a flag for me!" I said seriously.

"So... when can the official draft be submitted?" Editor Hattori put the draft on the table, "I think the way it is now is very good, there is no need to modify it."

"Let me catch up... In order to unify the style of painting, this time the assistant can only help me with the simple work of blacking out, and most of it needs to be done by myself." Eyes, "Ah... sorry, I stayed up late the night before yesterday to catch up with the draft..."

"Then I won't bother you, Mr. Iori!" Hattori stood up, and asked cautiously, "As for the manuscript...can I submit it before the 20th?"

"Well, let me try to get out... When is the deadline?"

"Christmas...but please don't wait till then!"

Looking at the expression of editor Hattori's solemn request, I smiled awkwardly: "Don't worry! I will definitely hand in the manuscript before the 20th!"

The assistants of this new work can’t help, and I don’t have time to draw storyboards for the next chapter of the serialized work, so I simply gave the assistants a long vacation, and I was struggling to catch up on the manuscript in the studio by myself. I just ran to the studio and didn't plan to go home.My mother was worried, and came to deliver dinner every day.

This time, it is different from the painting of the youth of the demons who uses a lot of shadows to cover the oppressive and suffocating feeling. This time, except for the part of the fire, there is not much blacking out, and the overall style is bright and relaxed.

I finished drawing the part of the fire stake first, and finally deal with the rest in a unified way.When the companions visited the prison and the girl confided her heart, I couldn't help but pause.

[Just ask him...does he like me? 】

"Damn... I want to know too..."

As the due date approached, I deliberately asked for another day off.I think if it wasn't for my stable grades and enough extra-curricular credits, the head teacher should have some opinions...

After another day of staying up late, I finally finished the last page.

That little poem is still inscribed with a brush.

"Huh——it's finally finished... um... my head hurts..." I put the manuscript on the table to dry the ink, raised my hand to touch my forehead, and felt an abnormal heat, "Oops... I have a fever what..."

I was about to get up to get a cool towel to stick on, but when I stood up, my eyes went dark, and I staggered and fell to the ground.

Then, my vision also became a little blurred, and I closed my eyes dizzily.