Unknown girl: It’s just a mouth-to-mouth kind. Don’t you often see it in shoujo comics?
Mashiro: I know. But that’s not what people who are closest to each other can do?
Unknown girl: Isn’t he someone you are very close to? What do you think of him?
Mashiro: I don’t know, he helped me a lot. As time goes by, I have a very strange feeling in my heart.
Unknown girl: Mashiro, this is how you feel in love! How about it, do you feel bad when you see him talking to other women?
Mashiro: Misaki is also my friend. I don’t feel this way when Sora talks to her again.
Unknown girl: So what exactly is Mashiro thinking? Isn't there a very "safe" feeling when being around him?
After a long time, Mashiro replied: I had this feeling just now. He had clearly thought about the plot of the next comic in his room, but he couldn't think of it when he returned to his room.
Unknown girl: That’s it! Mashiro needs to slowly understand this feeling! I decided to go to Neon to see that mysterious boy, and I will also help you make a plan! (??ω??)?!
Mashiro: I also have something to ask you for help with.
Unknown girl: What is going on? Is it fun?
Mashiro: Comics! I need an assistant. I want to finish the drawing as soon as possible and start drawing new comics.
Unknown girl: Okay!?(??·???) Meow
After finishing the email chat, Mashiro decided to go to Minami Mukong's room with the drawing board tool, where he should be able to draw.
But the table was in a mess, and it was troublesome to take it one by one, so Mashiro put everything on the drawing board and prepared to move it.
Opening the door, Mashiro carried the things and walked out, carefully going downstairs. However, just as he was about to go downstairs, Mashiro's bare feet suddenly slipped and he fell down the stairs. Fortunately, he only had three or four knots left.
On the stairs, Mashiro sat down on the floor, drawing boards and other things scattered on the ground.
After hearing the sound, Nan Wukong hurriedly ran out to check. Seeing Mashiro sitting there blankly, he hurried over to help her up, "How is it? Where did you fall?"
Mashiro looked at Nan Wukong and said nothing, making him anxious.
So I had to check it myself, and finally saw some redness and swelling on Mashiro's white and tender ankle.
"Can I still leave?"
Mashiro nodded, but the limping was very laborious, so Nan Wukong had no choice but to pick her up and take her into his room.
"Why did you fall?" Na Wukong put Mashiro on the bed and rubbed her ankles.
A warm big hand caressed her ankle, and Mashiro felt an itch in her heart for some reason.
"I didn't know how to draw the next plot in my room, so I wanted to come to your room to draw it...for a change of environment..." Mashiro said and finally his eyes dodged.
"You can tell me and I will help you move it." Nan Wukong sighed and said.
Seeing that the red and swollen area on Mashiro's ankle was getting bigger and bigger, Nan Wukong continued: "I'm going to find some medicine, don't move it."
This kind of injury should be very painful. It's a shame that Mashiro could hold back and didn't make any sound.
I found the anti-swelling spray in the medical kit, and sprayed a little on the swollen area. The cool feeling made Mashiro's pain lessen. After getting better, Mashiro began to worry about his drawing tools.
"Everything is still outside."
"I'll go pick it up for you." Nan Wukong asked Mashiro to lie on the bed, while he went to pick up the drawing boards, brushes and other tools scattered on the floor.
However, after such a fall, the sturdy drawing board was fine, but some of the brushes were damaged, the fragile pen tips were bent, and the ink was scattered on the ground, staining the wooden floor black.
After taking the things back to his room, Nan Mukong cleaned the corridor and returned to the room. Mashiro was looking at his drawing, which was partially stained with ink halfway through.
"Sora, do you think I'm troublesome? I can only draw, but I can't do anything else, and I always mess up things..."
This was the first time Mashiro spoke like this, and the disappointment in her words revealed her disappointment in herself.
Does Nan Wukong think Mashiro is troublesome? To be honest, it is much easier to raise a cat. Of course, the cat-eared girl is excluded from the ranks of "cats".
"Mashiro is very serious about what he does. Everyone just needs to have one or two strengths. I don't have an outstanding painting talent like Mashiro. And Mashiro is not troublesome at all!"
Besides Mashiro, which other girl would send benefits to herself?
"Song's novel is very good, how could it not have any merit?"
Nan Wukong just smiled. He felt a little embarrassed to say clearly that he copied it, not to mention whose in this world he copied it from?
"But Mashiro's paintings are already world famous."
"Sora will become a famous novelist sooner or later!" Mashiro encouraged Minami with his eyes.
Is this considered business blowback?
"hope so!"
But I have to finish my studies before doing it again!
Speaking of which, I haven't been to school for a long time.
As a music major student, the graduation exam requires singing, so it’s time to prepare. Moreover, you must master an instrument proficiently before you can graduate.
It's obviously just high school, why bother?
After settling down Mashiro, Nan Wukong went to buy new painting tools for her. After shopping in the supermarket, Nan Wukong bought a lot of snacks, which could be considered as some comfort to Mashiro.
When he returned to the room, he saw that some swelling in Mashiro's ankle had subsided, and Nan Wukong felt relieved.
"Go back to your room?" Nan Wukong asked.
Mashiro shook his head, holding Baumkuchen, a donut-shaped dessert, in his hand, indicating that he would not leave here.
"Okay." Nan Wukong had no choice but to make preparations for laying the floor at night.
At breakfast time, when they learned that Mashiro was injured, Misaki and Chiseki went to Minami's room to visit Mashiro. They also took dinner to the room, leaving Minami to eat alone in the kitchen. After a while, the phone rang.
When Nan Wukong saw the message, it was from Ryunosuke and asked him to deliver breakfast to the door of Ryunosuke's room.
Nan Wukong has always been kind to this kind of transvestite who has no strength to pull out a chicken but is not as big as him.
I remember one time when Ryuunosuke came out of the room to go to the bathroom, he saw that the other person was wearing socks with a pair of pantyhose, denim shorts and a white love T-shirt, which looked feminine.
…
That night, in order to prevent the injured Mashiro from being taken advantage of by Minami, Misaki was specially arranged to supervise him.
Minami no Sora didn't care, and Misaki was naturally happy to have someone to play with her at night.
So that night they spent the whole night in front of the computer screen until midnight before the three of them took a break. (To be continued)