Joining MiHoYo, the Savior Me Is Being Targeted by Elysia

Ei's figure was about the same as Mei's, and Sister Durandal was a little more developed than Kiana too, so Kiana had been looking at them with envy the whole time.

Only when it was Fu Hua's turn did she finally find a sense of belonging.

"Fu Hua, let's make it quick."

"Mm, coming."

After that, Kiana had been waiting for good news from Fu Hua, only to hear her sultry voice during the process.

"What's going on!?"

Kiana and Bronya both thought they had misheard, but when Fu Hua came out, she really did look bashful and sweet.

"After practicing martial arts for many years, I thought I had forged myself a body of steel and iron."

"I never expected there to be such soft, cotton-like force, capable of penetrating my defenses."

"Is this the principle of overcoming hardness with softness?"

Shenzhou Flatboard

"Wh-why...?"

Kiana's legs went weak, and she slumped into her chair.

She looked at her own chest, then at Fu Hua's, the grievance in her heart resembling how the Herrscher of the Void would eat everyone's snacks, only for everyone to blame her when they woke up.

"Bronya! What's going on here!?"

Kiana gripped Bronya by the shoulders and demanded excitedly, "Didn't you say that it was because they were too flat that there wouldn't be any sensation?"

"Th-this... I'm not quite sure either."

Bronya looked at Fu Hua, wearing a puzzled expression as though her theory truly could not hold up.

"The Class Monitor is even flatter than I am! Flatter than the Hyperion's deck! Why does she still feel something!?"

"W-wait!"

Fu Hua, standing nearby, could no longer hold it together. She had no idea why she had suddenly drawn such intense fire.

"Why would you say that?"

"Oh, because you're the class monitor of Kiana's class in the game. She's probably just used to calling you that."

"No, that's not what I meant..."

For a moment, Fu Hua thought she might have misunderstood, so she specifically confirmed it. "Flatter... flatter than the Hyperion's deck—what does that mean?"

"Based on the previous context, it should be referring to Miss Fu Hua's chest."

Nahida sounded utterly innocent and objective as she discussed the subject, giving them no chance to gloss it over.

"Nahida!"

A-Tzu hurriedly picked Nahida up and covered her mouth.

"Mmph..."

After confirming it once more, Fu Hua crossed her arms over her chest and turned away with a humiliated expression.

"So that was what Danzhu and Cangxuan meant?"

"Hm? Danzhu and Cangxuan? What happened with them?"

"They're my fellow disciples. When we ventured out into society, the two of them were always worried about my marriage prospects. They kept saying that someone would always like flatboards."

The more Fu Hua spoke, the more embarrassed she became, her cheeks turning bright red.

"Back then, I didn't understand what they meant, or what a flatboard was. So it was... referring to this..."

"Miss Fu Hua, don't be sad. At the very least... for a martial artist, excess flesh would only be a burden, wouldn't it?"

"Thank you, Durandal... Urgh!"

Fu Hua had just found a trace of comfort, only to run straight into the sight of Durandal's ample chest. Her face darkened immediately.

"Kiana, apologize to the Class Monitor."

"I know, but the Class Monitor probably doesn't care about things like that, right?"

"As a martial artist, I truly have never cared much about my figure. But I am, at least... a woman."

Fu Hua rubbed her brow, speaking with a headache-ridden expression. "It still hurts a little when people keep calling me a flatboard..."

"In that case, how about making your character model bigger?"

"No. Using an illusory dream to cover up reality... would be too pathetic."

Just as Fu Hua was feeling down, Bronya walked over, took Fu Hua's hand, and said, "It's okay, Class Monitor. We still have hope!"

"No, she didn't."

"Huh?"

"Uh... no, that's not..."

Realizing he had let something slip, Ye Ming hurriedly changed the subject.

"Don't worry about that, Fu Hua. Anyone who likes you won't care about your figure."

"At most..."

"At most what?"

"No, nothing."

Better not mention that bumping into her nose bridge would hurt.

"If it bothers you that much, Class Monitor, I'll never bring it up again."

After Kiana apologized to Fu Hua, she asked curiously, "But come to think of it, why didn't I feel anything at all when I was doing motion capture?"

"Well... do you want to feel something?"

Ye Ming asked shyly.

Now that they had gotten this far, he found it rather regrettable as well.

"Huh? Is that possible?"

"Uh... never mind, I was joking."

On second thought, forget it. Parting with Kiana back then had hurt far too much. He would rather she never remembered it.

"..."

Ye Ming had not noticed it at the time, but ever since the motion capture began, as he watched the girls emerge one after another with flushed, bashful faces...

Himeko beside him had been staring at Ye Ming the entire time, gripping her red jacket so tightly that it was nearly twisted out of shape.

"Then, Lord Ye Ming, it should be my turn now, shouldn't it?"

Rita covered her slightly flushed cheeks, unable to hide her excitement.

"No, Rita doesn't need to."

"Huh? Why?"

Rita walked over to Ye Ming's side and smiled seductively.

"I also want to know whether my body can feel anything."

"You'd be better off not knowing."

"Oh~~ Then I'd like to ask, Lord Ye Ming—are you worried that I might feel something, or that I might not?"

"Rita! Don't be so..."

"Lady Durandal, I am not your maid right now."

For once, Rita interrupted Durandal's attempt to stop her. As she stared at Ye Ming, her eyes were filled with obsession.

"At least during work hours, I am one of the studio's employees. And right now, I want Lord Ye Ming to give me an explanation."

"Whew..."

Ye Ming let out a long sigh, then came up with a barely plausible excuse.

"I designed your combat movements to be rather exaggerated. They're not something a normal person can do, so I won't have you do motion capture. I'm afraid you'll get hurt. Voice acting will be enough."

"Is that so? What a pity."

After that, Ye Ming finally got some peace and quiet, and the game's production continued steadily.

After The Last Lesson, the main story split into two perspectives. One followed Bronya, Theresa, and the others as they entered the Sea of Quanta in search of the Gem of Desire.

The other followed Kiana's activities in Sky Dome City. From that point on, the players would witness Kiana's pain and growth alongside her.

The production process itself was simple enough, thanks to the advanced technology. The problem was...

Every story had been pieced together from Ye Ming's memories, and throughout the process, he had to be extremely careful not to let himself appear in them.

In other words, he had to remove himself from the main story and focus on telling a tale that belonged to them.

"It's all because of that fanfiction. My head's a complete mess."

Writing the main story had not been difficult to begin with, but after reading that fan work, his old memories had surged forth like a flood, impossible to hold back.

With even the slightest lapse, Ye Ming himself would appear in the story.

--You can work on Genshin Impact alongside Honkai. Whenever you can't continue writing Honkai's story, switch over to Genshin Impact for a change of pace.

"Good idea!"

Ye Ming thought it over. Even if the other party knew everything he had done in the Honkai world, there was no way what happened on Teyvat could be exposed too, right?

Griseo Still Painted Too Conservatively

Inside Tencent's luxurious office, a stunningly beautiful woman sat in an office chair, idly scrolling through her phone.

She had a gorgeous body that could rival Aponia's, snow-white skin, and long, fair legs...

Most terrifying of all... was that bust...

Many girls wished for bras that could emphasize their curves, but she was different...

This woman had to do the opposite, trying to find something loose and oversized—something that could actually hold them.

"Can a girl's body still develop after she turns fifty thousand?"

While browsing Bihu, she suddenly came across this strange question. Wanting to encourage a fellow woman, she immediately typed:

"Hmph, of course it can, as long as..."

"Wait! Fifty thousand?!"

"Uh... sorry, typo. Not even thirty."

"If you work at it, it's still possible."

After giving that brief reply, the woman lost interest. She tossed her phone aside and walked out of her little private office with an unhappy expression.

"Last month, I told you to study Honkai Impact 3rd. This month, I told you to produce a demo for a competing product..."

Seeing the miserable looks on the employees' faces, La Signora's temper flared.

"It's already this late. Where is it?"

"Th-that..."