World-Class Genius Celebrity Painter

"..."

Feeling the iron clamps on her waist that showed no sign of loosening, and hearing Shiina Mahiru's incomprehensible words, she could only give up struggling and continue in this position.

Hmph, luckily I'm a seasoned veteran and can fall asleep in any position.

She quickly took the initiative, hugging the luxurious little pillow and inhaling the fragrance of the same shampoo she wore, before falling peacefully asleep.

The next day,

The two acted as if nothing had happened, washing up together, eating breakfast together, and chatting and laughing together.

There was no cliché of her true identity being discovered after just one night's sleep—or rather, she would never allow that to happen.

She remained vigilant throughout the night. Whenever Shiina Mahiru made a sound, she would immediately open her eyes, only closing them again to confirm she was still asleep. She checked the equipment multiple times to ensure it was in good working order, and she was always the first to wake up in the morning.

What might be difficult for others is nothing to her; it's a piece of cake.

"Young... Miss." One morning, during a break when Shiina Mahiru was out relieving herself, Yashiro Ichiyo spoke to Ogura Asahi.

"What's wrong?"

"The school uniforms for that school arrived a couple of days ago," she said with a smile.

"Ah~ um, have we arrived already? That's quite early." She was somewhat surprised by the speed.

"It's getting late. You'll be starting school next Monday, there are only a few days left." As a long-time resident of the mansion, Yashiro Ichiyo had a very accurate grasp of this information about his masters.

"I was originally planning to send it to Ten no Yashiro for you later, but since you're here today, would you like me to take it with me?"

"Is it already this late? Time flies." She pondered, resting her chin on her hand.

Since taking the entrance exam for that high school a while ago, she hadn't paid much attention to it, and before she knew it, this time of year had arrived.

At the time, considering that it might be inconvenient for Ten no Yashiro to receive the package, she did write Sakura Mansion as the address.

The original plan was to stay at the Ten no Yashiro every day, but time flies, and now... it seems that the original plan can no longer be followed.

"I told them beforehand that I would prepare a few extra sets, so it should be fine, right?" she asked Yashima to confirm.

"Yes, we ordered at least four sets of each item, including clothing, shoes, and socks. No problem."

"That's good. We'll divide it into two portions later, one here and the other I'll take to the apartment."

"I understand."

Noon,

After lunch, under Shiina Mahiru's reluctant gaze, she asked Yashiro Ichiyo to take her back to her apartment.

She had originally planned to let Shiina Mahiru until the start of the semester, but when she told her that she would be very busy and might not be able to accompany her, Shiina Mahiru obediently suggested that she wanted to go back to her own home.

Unable to dissuade her from her decision, and after agreeing to attend her opening ceremony in a few days, the two parted ways at the entrance.

Watching the car drive out of the mansion, she walked back into the building, listening to the cheerful laughter of the maids after the seal was broken. She arrived at her room, changed back into Sakurakoji Talent's Clothes, and prepared to return to the Ten no Yashiro.

There were still things waiting for him to do over there.

"Hey! Mashiro! Didn't I tell you that you don't need to overact with a character's emotions?"

"Also, your story is progressing too fast; you need to slow it down a bit!"

"Why is it that you're so good at drawing, but so lacking in other areas?"

"..."

Upon entering the room, Sakurakoji Talent immediately heard Eriri's rapid-fire complaints.

He looked around and spotted the two Art Group gathered in a corner of the living room; and Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was intently focused at Computer Desk on the other side, her face darkening, muttering lines under her breath, and occasionally making Kasumigaoka Utaha noises like 'hehe, hum, coo, haha, oh hoho!'

"..." Sakurakoji Talent remained silent but felt gratified; it seemed that everyone had worked very hard.

This wasn't his Loft Apartment on the top floor, but rather a private studio he had prepared for them on the lower level—after all, he also needed privacy.

The room was large enough to fully meet their needs, and it was equipped with several computers and a complete set of snacks.

"Young Master, you're back!"

Aoyama Nanami was on standby at all times, was the first to spot him and greet him. Her voice also attracted the attention of the others.

"Talent-kun, when did you arrive?"

"Talent, good afternoon."

"Hey, hello."

"Hello, everyone seems to be working hard." Sakurakoji Talent walked up to Shiina Mashiro and the other girl, peeked at the computer screen, and said, "What are you doing? I heard Sawamura-kun's scream as soon as I came in."

"Who screamed?!" Eriri raised her hand in protest, then, remembering something, complained to him, "Hey, you already knew about this child's condition, didn't you? You deliberately gave me such a difficult task, didn't you?"

"Is there a problem?" Sakurakoji Talent ignorance.

"And you say there's a problem! The biggest problem is: why would World-Class Genius Celebrity Painter like her turn to drawing comics?" Eriri gripped her paintbrush tightly, suppressing her anger as she spoke.

"So you knew all along."

"How could I not know?! I didn't notice at first, but after thinking about it carefully when I got back, Shiina Mashiro, isn't that the genius girl who's always on the magazine covers?!" She pointed at the blonde girl next to her.

Shiina Mashiro paused for a second when she saw her pointing, then stretched out her right hand and made a "V" sign, giving a slightly arrogant "humph".

"I wasn't praising you!" Eriri slumped weakly onto the table. "What's most strange is that, despite being a genius, you can't even tell a basic story properly."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have imagined she had such a personality. After hearing the maid talk about her daily life... this child is extremely unbalanced in her studies."

"True geniuses defy common sense; you must learn to accept that, Eriri." Sakurakoji Talent patted her shoulder with empathy, his expression compassionate. "The world is full of wonders; the abnormal is the greatest normality."

"Do you even have the right to say that?" Eriri glanced at him with a complicated expression, then slowly propped herself up.

"Well, Mashiro's skills are indeed impeccable. If she joins, she would be an unparalleled talent."

"After all, games aren't like comics; they don't require as many continuous emotional interactions. If you only draw backgrounds and character portraits, she's terrifyingly powerful!"

"I really don't know where you got her from."

"Calling us a traitor is too harsh. Our friendship runs deep. Don't underestimate the bond between us!" Sakurakoji Talent lacking confidence.

He did use some tricks to deceive Shiina Mashiro, but it shouldn't be described as kidnapping, right?

"But I only want to draw manga," Shiina Mashiro, her brows furrowing slightly.

"As you are now, it's unlikely you'll be able to draw good comics. How about you start with this? Once you have a certain aesthetic sense and experience in storytelling, you might be able to create some decent works."

"Sawamura-kun is right. Why don't you stop for a moment and treat this as a learning opportunity?" Sakurakoji Talent gently stroked her soft hair. "During this process, observe and learn from her, and accumulate energy for your next work—ah, Sawamura-kun, I think you also know that part of the work won't do."

"Who, who would show her those things!"

"Accumulating energy... that's a great phrase, it has a real manga feel to it." Shiina Mashiro nodded. "I understand, I'll try my best."

"That's right, Pure White Girl."

"Huh?" Shiina Mashiro, puzzled.

Eriri sighed at her naivety and lack of common sense, glancing at the woman not far away.

These two are like opposites: one is as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and the other is as cunning as a fox.

This tiny room actually managed to gather these two Sleeping Dragon and Phoenix Chick!

However, this is also thanks to the Miraculous Man in front of her; she looked back at Sakurakoji Talent.

"Hmm?" Sakurakoji Talent didn't understand why she was looking around like that.

Meeting his inexplicable gaze, Eriri blushed and coughed, "Anyway, I'm fine on my end. The male lead will be drawn according to your template, is that alright?"

"Yes, I also have templates for the Female Protagonist. I'll send you their photos later. The CG parts are up to you and Mashiro. I trust you two."

He wasn't worried about that part at all; if this lineup had problems, he wouldn't mind jumping off the building himself.

However, it looks like I'll have to find a chance to sneak a photo of those two Female Protagonist, or maybe take Group Photo together?

"Hmph, need I say more? Who do you think I am!" Eriri tossed her glittering twin tails, puffed out her chest, and raised her head, her tone haughty.

"Huh? Isn't it Eriri?" Shiina Mashiro looked at her in confusion.

That's not what I meant...

Halfway through my explanation, her face fell, as if all her energy had been drained. Knowing it would be difficult to explain the meaning to her, I simply gave up.

Wow~ Sakurakoji Talent is enjoying this scene with an amused expression. Is this the legendary "Innocence vs. Tsundere"?

I've found something good!

Author: After writing about Ogura Asahi for a few days, the name Sakurakoji Talent feels a bit unfamiliar. Why is that? (laughs)

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 134 Then Let's Continue

"However, Sawamura-kun's outfit is quite different from your previous one." He looked Eriri up and down, commenting meaningfully.

She wore a snow-white shirt on her upper body and Dark Green Pants with three white side seams on both sides. She wore a pair of slightly heavy black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her equally dark green coat was hanging on the chair after she took it off.

In short, it boils down to one word: tacky! Extremely tacky!

Image: "Working Eriri", Location: "Images/1759067167-100446961-113906668. jpg"

Seeing the glasses reminded him that she was nearsighted and usually wore contact lenses.

"W-what's wrong?" She seemed somewhat aware of her outfit, blushing slightly as she explained, "This is the most comfortable and relaxing thing for me to wear to work, or is it not allowed?"

"Of course not, no problem." Sakurakoji Talent quickly shook his head. "It's just that it's the first time I've seen you dressed like this, so I was a little surprised. Just be comfortable here."

"However... I feel like I've unlocked a hidden side of Sawamura-kun, and it feels like our relationship has gotten closer."

"Wh-what!" Eriri blushed even more upon hearing this strange description, tapping her finger in silence.

Seeing how easy she was to understand, Sakurakoji Talent's mischievous spirit, hidden deep within him, began to ignite.

If they weren't in front of everyone, he really wanted to go up Kabe-don right now, to make her make an even funnier face.

"!!!"

From the other side of the room came the loud clicking of computer keys. The group looked over and saw that the Dark Writer's face was even more gloomy and angry. His deathly gaze was fixed on the computer screen, and he was muttering to himself as before, only this time his Music University that they could hear him.

"White-haired Boy, caught in a love triangle, accepts a confession from Flower on High Mountain beauty and School Idol at the School Festival. Despite his efforts to maintain the delicate relationship between the three, he subconsciously tries to forget the reality that things have changed. However, as time passes, darkness and jealousy begin to take root in the heart of another girl with Black Long Straight Hair Piano. Lacking the resolve to confront her best friend who steals his love, one day she summons the white-haired boy to her luxurious villa, then goes to the kitchen and secretly picks up the Shiny Kitchen Knife..."

"..."

"..."

The other four people in the room had different expressions, their skin twitching and shaking. Aoyama Nanami, who reacted the most, had already started to tremble. It was the first time she had ever seen a writer go crazy.

"Why do I feel a little cold? Is the air conditioning set too low?" Sakurakoji Talent looked at Aoyama Nanami.

"Young Master, the weather is lovely today, the temperature is just right, so we didn't turn on the air conditioning..."

"Really? Then turn it on. Don't worry about saving me electricity."

"I understand." Aoyama Nanami nodded, then ran off to find the Remote Control, her gaze occasionally glancing fearfully at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"I'll go check over there, excuse me." He nodded to Eriri and Shiina Mashiro, then walked towards the writer's seat.

"Oh, oh." Eriri watched his departing figure, squinted at Kasumigaoka Utaha, scratched her head in bewilderment, and muttered, "What's wrong with that woman now?"

"Yo! Senpai Utaha! Are you settling in well here?" Sakurakoji Talent leaned closer, propping his arm on the table and resting his chin on it, blinking rapidly as he tried to start a conversation by getting closer to her.

"..." Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze did not leave the computer, and her Hands stopped typing. Instead, she opened a blank document with the mouse.

He stared at the blank document page, wondering what she was up to.

After opening the document, her Hands landed on the Keyboard again, typing furiously at a speed that almost exceeded the limits of his vision. The keyboard displayed:

[I don't recall ever having a junior who ignored me, their senior, and instead went off to flirt with that blonde, single woman!]

After reading all the characters, Sakurakoji Talent swallowed hard. He hadn't expected the order to be so important.

"... I didn't ignore it, did I? I was just worried about the situation." He was careful with his words to avoid letting the others know the content of their conversation.

Having received his reply, Kasumigaoka Utaha pressed the delete key forcefully, deleting all the previous text, and then typed it again.