"Don't get worked up."
Tang Yao saw Kang Ming spring to his feet and let out an almost shrill cry. Her hand, which had been smoothing her long hair, moved to cover her ears... She looked a little helpless.
This was exactly what she'd been afraid of.
Why couldn't they just talk things through? What was with all the shouting? She hadn't killed anyone or set anything on fire. She'd only drawn a comic.
"How am I supposed to not get worked up... Tang Yao, you really drew it? I mean, you picked up a brush and drew it yourself?"
Kang Ming couldn't calm down at all.
Tang Yao said helplessly, "How else would I draw it? With my teeth?"
"Huh!?"
Hearing her confirm it, Kang Ming raised his voice again.
Because this was just too outrageous!
It was like when Tang Yao had shown Li Xue Uzumaki... The contrast was just too much when an editor said she could draw comics too—and that she drew better than most comic artists on the market.
And on top of that,
Kang Ming had already witnessed Tang Yao's talent as an editor. Just moments ago, he'd seen her knack for making games, too...
So when Tang Yao said she was the author of Fate/Zero, the shock hit him far harder than Li Xue's reaction to Uzumaki back then!
"Wait! You drew that!? You're Third-rate Painter!? You didn't just supervise it—you drew it yourself? Does that mean you drew Uzumaki too... You, I... huh?"
Kang Ming waved his arms around incoherently, so shocked he could barely get the words out.
He'd confirmed it: he really was useless...
Tang Yao: "..."
Kang Ming's voice had been loud the whole time.
The people from Mingyu Technology outside had probably all turned to look.
Tang Yao