You know too much

The end result... still stupid.

The students were deeply concerned about Hina Sensei's discomfort, and no one was left wondering why.

Only Jin, seeing Asahi and Hina appear at the same time, couldn't help guessing in an ambiguous direction.

This is too coincidental, not to mention that some of the eye contact between the two recently has been strange.

Therefore, Jin took the initiative to ask: "Where are you and Hina Sensei going now? Cuddling or having sex?"

Sitting in his chair, Asahi propped his chin up and looked at Jin: "You know too much."

Seeing that he didn't mean to explain, Jin smacked his lips, feeling a little pity.

Sometimes, men also like to gossip, and gossip about teacher-student relationships is curious.

Rumors aside, after school was over, Asahi went to look for Mashiro. She came alone, raised some stubborn "ahoge hair", and Mashiro just grabbed his belt to hurry home.

In this way, it attracted the attention of classmates with many misunderstandings.

Returning to Sakurasou, Mashiro's creation switch was quickly switched, and she immersed herself in the manga drawing room, and of course she didn't offer his condolences to Asahi.

She drew at least a few drafts a day, received Asahi's comments, revised them into a finished product, and then sent them to editor Iida Ayano, They discussed the quality of the drafts over the phone the same day.

Luckily, with Asahi checking first, and Ayano barely returning it, she mostly agreed right away.

As the days go by, discarded drafts that were printed from Mashiro's room but not adopted are all over the place. To sort it out, Asahi would appear in his room regularly.

Mashiro's draft is a very smooth work, like a finished draft, moreover the characters are all drawn with solid lines, without any rough parts at all, it's a shame that the manga is not only about the artist.

After playing with Kobato for a while, Asahi plans to go over to Misaki to discuss things, but Jin still hasn't returned today.

When he reached the second floor and entered Misaki's room, Asahi saw her dressed casually in shorts and a T-shirt, and she was already playing video games in front of the TV.

This is a single-player RPG, the game time has exceeded 30 hours, and now she is attacking the last map, avoiding miscellaneous fish as much as possible, not talking to characters on the road, and absolutely not taking any side plots. This is what Misaki is playing.

Whenever she played an RPG, she played the game at a very low level. Sure enough, this time a weak team that couldn't even win against minnows was born this time.

Attitude continues to challenge and continues to play like a challenger.

"It's better for you to raise your level faster," said Asahi.

"If I need to get stronger for this kind of trash, I better cut my stomach!" Misaki didn't answer.

"So?"

With the current level, the various fish were actually relatively strong, so Asahi didn't say that.

Without looking at her at all, Misaki seemed to be entering a critical moment in the game, avoiding the various fish that would surely appear, and moving on in the labyrinth.

The gameplay has deviated from the path of the game itself, but in Misaki's words, she has no interest in the tracks that have been laid, and the paths are only worthy of being made by themselves!

Under Asahi's attention, Misaki has arrived at the final boss' corridor, and as long as she avoids other groups of fish, she can reach the final boss' checkpoint.

With the maximum value of his current HP, as long as she received an all-in attack from the final boss, she would be wiped out.

Without knowing it, Misaki broke through the last school of miscellaneous fish and reached the storage area ahead of the last leader. Just as she was feeling relieved, the screen suddenly went black.

Power outage!

In the next instant, Misaki fell backwards as if she had lost her soul, and said, "My two hours just disappeared, no longer enough, even my spirit has been crushed."

This feeling of having nothing in the end was really uncomfortable, and even though Asahi had never experienced it, he felt he could understand it.

"Ah, I'm not satisfied yet. My hunger and thirst cannot be quenched. If I want to do it, I can't take it anymore, Asahi," Misaki rolled on the bed.

Asahi knew that what Misaki was talking about definitely didn't refer to the ineffable aspect, so he leaned against the door and said, "Can't Jin's script satisfy you?"

"I tell him to write scripts quickly every day, and I send him text messages too. Next time I want to do it for 30 minutes, no... I want to do it for a longer time!" Misaki lay on her back and stretched out her hand. The silver charm on the chest is a cute charm in the shape of a bear mascot.

"If you want to be satisfied, I have a good proposal." Asahi said with an even expression like a villain who kidnapped a stupid girl.

Misaki showed a look of surprise, and suddenly jumped up somersaults, looking at him like a cat staring at its prey: "What's wrong?"

"Since you are bored, come and help me make an anime movie. I will be in charge of scripts, original paintings, supervision, etc. How about leaving the storyboards and animation to you?" Asahi felt that if he had glasses now, would it be better if he pushed them away?

Unexpectedly, Misaki jumped at it the next moment and hugged him like a koala: "Are you going to make an anime movie? Why didn't you tell me earlier! Why! Why! Asahi and I were already like that. It doesn't matter, are you just playing me?!"

Asahi didn't want to complain about what kind of relationship was called a relationship, and probably only got an ambiguous answer.

"Not long after the decision, so nod if you can." Asahi has a deep understanding of how to deal with Misaki. She only needs to follow her own brain circuit, and doesn't need to care about what the other party says.

"Of course it doesn't matter! Wow! Asahi's script will definitely satisfy me!"

Don't say it like NTR, Asahi rubbed his brows.

"When will it start?" Misaki can't wait to get to work.

"Don't worry, I will rearrange the script in the next two days." Asahi threw Misaki onto the bed, turned around and left.

Manuscripts are different from novels. The script should pay more attention to the scene. The script mainly consists of lines and stage directions. Dialogue, monologue, and narration are all forms of support and are scattered and divided into sections. Most people couldn't understand them at all.

The novel itself is a complete story, the two are not the same.