Remember to keep your voice down

Asahi ignores Chihiro's request for reintroduction, and asks Utaha.

"What is it that came to see me all of a sudden?"

"There's a problem, there's a new plot to try out in the third volume, so I'd like to ask your opinion."

"Can't we communicate on the computer?"

"It computer broke yesterday, and needs to be fixed. This is going to take a while," Utaha lied without changing her expression.

Women really are born actors, even Asahi can't tell if it's real or fake.

"Then come with me."

Asahi immediately returned to the room, and Utaha who followed behind was quite restrained like a girl who had just arrived at her boyfriend's house and was meeting his family for the first time.

"Excuse me." Entering Asahi's room, Utaha instinctively starts to look at it.

The room space was tidier and cleaner than imagined, a lot of otaku stuff in the room, such as action figures, posters, etc., especially the action figures placed in a large transparent cupboard, mostly from [Type-Moon Series].

"Does Asahi-kun also like this?"

Seeing Utaha focus on the action figure area, Asahi shook his head: "Most of them are souvenirs from manufacturers, and there were so many before I knew it."

"Oh, I see." Sitting on Asahi's bed, Utaha crossed her legs, her eyes couldn't stop moving.

The half-eaten fruit plate was still on the table, and there were a lot of manuscript-related papers, and a pile of incomprehensible books pressing down on the papers. The computer is turned on, and the interface of the editing software is displayed on the screen.

"Want to try fruit? I'll make you a glass of water." Handing over the fruit plate, Asahi got up and went to the living room.

"Thank you." Picking up the fruit plate, Utaha watched Asahi come out, close the door, and lay down on the bed the next second.

Immediately, Utaha buried her head in the pillow like a fool, breathed in Asahi's scent, and then wrapped the blanket around her body, as if her whole body was being hugged.

When Asahi came to the living room, the three women's eyes kept following him, and Chihiro also said, "Remember to lower your voice later, don't make a creaking sound."

Don't bother arguing, I can do whatever I want.

After receiving the water and returning to the room, Asahi found that Utaha who was sitting on the edge of the bed had a slightly red face and the blanket was a bit messy.

Not understanding what Utaha was doing, Asahi handed him a glass of water.

"Thank you." As if trying to cover up something, Utaha picked up the melon on the fruit plate and took a small bite: "It tastes like bourgeoisie."

Asahi smiled: "I'm middle class at best, so tell me, what are you looking for in me?"

"Another question about the heroine."

Utaha only pulled out the third volume of the specially printed book of lies from the backpack.

"I felt the character personalities and plot conflicts didn't match up, and the writing was a bit sluggish. I want to start here, you get some advice here."

After picking up a draft, Asahi put down the programming book and started looking around. He read it very quickly. Sayuka and Naoto's portrayals were really good. Basically, there are no mistakes in the interactions, plots, or plotting between the two.

However, when it was Sayuka and Naoto's turn, Asahi always felt the author was in a daze, as if he were not serious about describing Sayuka, because this volume was Sayuka's hometown.

Asahi knew that Utaha switched her own persona with Sayuka, which is what new writers usually do, and it was easier to write.

And Naoto, after the first volume, the second volume and now the third volume, if he couldn't detect the faintest traces of Utaha substituting, it would be too boring.

In fact, after reading the second volume, Utaha could feel Sayuka's general character design, and Asahi also made some suggestions.

The nature of words and deeds, the nature of the line, hobbies, likes to eat, favorite color, including measurement of blood group birthday, the personal information needed to determine the role is very complete.

Logically, there will never be an error.

"You haven't been in good shape recently?" Asahi could only come to this conclusion after reading it.

"Maybe a little," Utaha hinted.

Normally she thought of herself as a quiet person, but as an author, as long as she peeled off the surface, his talent would lie dormant within, and as long as she poured his overflowing delusions into works, it would come naturally.

However, Utaha was unable to put up an objective commentary posture at the moment, as sitting on Asahi's bed shook her more than she could have imagined, and the question of what to do if she was pushed down then always appeared in her mind.

Asahi put down the draft and glanced at it.

For some unknown reason, Utaha rubbed her legs uneasily, and the black stockings made a "sizzle" sound as they rubbed against each other.

Rubbing between his brows, Asahi discovered that he had been doing this a lot all along.

"How about a short seclusion. After all, this is Sayuka, I understand your emotions when you take on the role, but a good writer must know how to quit."

Asahi completely put the plot aside and spoke about Utaha's psychological problems. The things written by one person tend to reflect his psychological state. Asahi has seen this and cannot treat work objectively, no matter how it changes.

"Would you like to try revising the script here?" Asahi suddenly suggested.

"Here?" Utaha was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted: "I'm so happy to be reunited with Asahi-kun."

Asahi picked up the programming book again: "Well, is this a little metaphor?"

"What do you think?"

"To a certain extent, women's minds are too unpredictable, but easy to guess."

Utaha looked confused: "What do you mean?"

"Actually, I've always really liked you." Asahi turned his head to the side and said a very affectionate sentence.

"Eh, Ehhhh! Really? Is this a confession? I..."

Just as Utaha became flustered at this sentence, Asahi continued to speak casually: "This is what Sayuka didn't say to Naoto. I thought about why sometimes girls aren't more direct."

Seeing Utaha's cute look suddenly in a daze, Asahi took out his phone and "clicked" to take a picture and save it forever.

Being counterattacked, Utaha tightened her arc, and suddenly rushed over to try to snatch the cell phone from Asahi's hands.

However...

"It's useless, my neighbor is a genius hacker. As long as the data is updated, the computer and mobile device have a backup. Even if you delete it, I can restore it."

Asahi didn't mind letting Utaha snatch the phone at all.