One night until after five o'clock in the morning, as Masashi said, she did not let Zhuoyue sleep, instructed Zhuoyue to do this and that on the bed, and sometimes she would be entangled with Zhuoyue doing various composition experiments, causing Zhuoyue to feel like she had lost something called "dignity". However, thanks to this, Zhuoyue was able to see how Masashi sneaked into the table and sleeping. It was not sleeping spontaneously, but the habits and habits like animals, and Masashi didn't have the strength to walk to the bed. It was probably because she put all her energy on the comics until HP was used up, so she even had a mess of sleeping.

Shiraki was still drawing comics on the table just before he fell asleep. Later, he took a nap and rolled down the chair instinctively when he reached the limit. Then, in order to avoid the brightness of the fluorescent light, he crawled on the floor with the last strength, rolled into his clothes and pants, and sneaked under the table. This way of sleeping made Zhuoyue feel incredible.

Lying on Zhenbai's bed, he was tossed by Zhenbai for a night, Zhuoyue was very sleepy. Looking at Zhenbai who was curled up and asleep, the sleeping face that felt completely at ease, and hid his head, but did not hide his buttocks and feet. He smiled helplessly, Zhuoyue got up and walked over to cover her with a blanket. Then Zhenbai felt agitated as if it was itchy. Although it was extremely cute, Zhuoyue no longer had much energy to care about it at this time. He dragged his heavy body to Zhenbai's bed and lay on.

He only said "Eurasmith..." Zhuoyue closed his eyes and fell asleep.

At 6:30, the corridor of Sakura Village was filled with fresh morning air. At this time, the excellence opened his eyes because of the law of the biological clock. He only slept for less than an hour. At this time, his whole head was sleeping. He went downstairs with a staggering pace to prepare to wash. After all, the break was over and he was going to school again starting today.

"Ha~~~" he yawned and rubbed his eyes. "I guess today's class won't be able to listen to it." He picked up his toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste on it, and then started washing his mouth. When he was washing his face, Ren's voice came from the dining room.

"No, I have said that it's impossible for Misaki to do group homework. That guy is the kind of person who cuts an animation storyboard in his mind and then suddenly draws. Yes, I don't want to monopolize her, so I don't care if you negotiate with her directly. In short, I'm not Misaki's agent, please don't contact me again for this matter!"

"What's wrong, Senior Ren?" Zhuoyue scrubbed his face with a towel and walked to the dining room. He looked at Ren, who was leaning against the back of the chair, and his eyes were upside down.

"It's nothing, it's just the phone call from some animation production clubs. Hum? Why do you look like you're working hard until dawn?" Ren saw the thick dark circles under Zhuoyue's eyes at this time.

"I didn't let me sleep for the whole night last night..." As soon as I talked about sleeping, Zhuoyue yawned again, and the refreshing and energetic feeling brought by washing my face suddenly disappeared.

"Oh, I never dreamed that Shiina could have an adult conversation with Zhuoyue so soon." Ren also yawned as if he was infected.

"Although I don't feel annoying about what you said, it's a pity that I helped Shin-wai paint last night, and I almost tossed it all night, doing this and that." With an eyebrow, Zhuoyue began to lay the towel on his face again, as if this could bring a refreshing and spirit to himself. Then he took off the towel and looked at Ren and asked, "By the way, what will happen to your birthday?"

"Because you ran away, I was the only one who spent the Kali Carnival. I ate and vomited, and I ate and eat again. Now I am my lover with the toilet. By more than four o'clock, I began to feel that the circular arc of the toilet looked very sexy."

"That's really comfortable...sad..."

"Did you want to say comfort just now? Do you want to say comfort?" He grabbed Zhuoyue's clothes and roared at Zhuoyue's face.

"Well~, don't care too much, a momentary slip, a slip..." Zhuoyue spread his hands and pushed Ren away.

"The remaining karibana is tomorrow...ah, it's already today, I can only give it to others..." Ren laughed dryly, probably thinking of bringing a lot of karibana to school. Zhuoyue felt that he would undoubtedly be affected, and he really wanted to actively refuse.

Then, Zhuoyue began to prepare some cat food for his cats to eat. He walked into his room with the cat food and put it down. Seeing the cats being eaten, he was very happy. Zhuoyue sighed, raised his head and rubbed his eyelids, walked towards his closet, and was about to change into his uniform.

After more than a day of study, I spent four classes in one morning and spent the first morning. Although I was not criticized by the teacher, I was taught a lot by my deskmate Aoyama Qihai at noon. In this regard, ZhuoYa could only blindly accept it. After all, I was a good student in front of me. However, when I saw ZhuoYa's red eyes and thick dark circles, Qinghai did not dare to say too serious words, but I kept asking him not to work too hard to forget his work and rest time.

When he brought Masaki back to Sakura Village, Misaki had already prepared dinner. God knows why this guy came back so soon. After dinner, Zhuoyue brought Masaki to his room for the reason he had something to talk about. However, Misaki got on the door as Zhuoyue expected and was about to listen to the corner of the wall. As Zhuoyue opened the door and kept watching her, he was taken away by Ren.

"What's wrong?" Zhenbai tilted his head, his questioning expression looked very cute.

"That's how white, why did you draw comics?"

"To be a cartoonist."

"Well, you're so naive, do you want to know what I have to say about the comics you draw?"

"..." Although Zhenbai didn't say anything at this time, the conclusion can be drawn from her expectant eyes.

"The overall atmosphere of Zhenbai's comics is too sluggish, which will make the whole comic look boring. The paintings have no life, cannot convey feelings, and there is no feeling after reading them. This is not a comic, it is just a simple painting. People do not read comics for the sake of beautiful paintings, so if the content is too boring, it will not make people want to continue reading." Without any merciless criticism, Zhuoyue knew that if this continues, Zhenbai would not be able to become a cartoonist. She must grow up and come out of the world in painting.

"..." Zhenbai still didn't say anything, but she could see that she was a little depressed. Perhaps others would say this to her, but if it was said from Zhuoyue's mouth, the effect would be increased by more than several times.

"Zhenbai, I know that such words are cruel to you, but please remember that you want to be a cartoonist, not a painter, right?" I touched Zhongbai's head, and the subtle touch came from my hand.

"Then, what should I do? I don't understand a lot of things."

"I only know how to draw, but I don't know anything except drawing."

"I know, I know, it's so white."

"..." Zhenbai raised his head, looked at Zhuoyue, his eyes full of help.

"It's so naive. Since you don't know how to shape the plot, then what are the materials you use in life? For example, isn't the daily life of our Sakura Village a good subject? And our encounters, meetings, conversations... There are many things you can learn from, what do you think?"

It seemed that he had found a new direction, and Shiba seemed to have a spirit again and nodded to Zhuoyue.

"name..."

"kindness?"

"The name of the new comic."

"Just call it Caihuazhuang."

“Good earth.”

"..." Grinning helplessly, Zhuoyue felt very uncomfortable, 'Isn't this the name you named in the original book?'

"But it doesn't matter if you take it the more you take it."

Hearing this sentence, Zhuoyue's face improved. He looked at the white pale in front of him, thinking that other girls of the same age were still chatting about having boyfriends, and broke up with that bad guy. Which stylist is so handsome, where did she buy clothes, whether to sing karaoke, she has no money, has a bad weight, has been bored recently, has weak limbs, and is very annoyed, and has been accumulating efforts every day to get what she wants with her hands.

Although this true whiteness is very dazzling, it has to make people feel distressed, because this girl only has painting in the world, without any other unnecessary things. In such a life, whether she is happy or happy, perhaps it is true that as long as she can draw, she is happy and happy.

"Come on, Zhenbai, strive to win the newcomer award." Zhuoyue did not want to interfere with Zhenbai's future. This was her own choice. All she could do was to help her avoid some wrong paths and cheer her around her, which was enough.

"Yeah, I'll be cheering up."

In the following days, I woke up in the morning and prepared the bento. I really wanted to eat the annual ring cake and gave it to her. Although the strange life like this has not changed, the hearts of the two of them are getting closer and closer, but the two of them, as the parties involved, did not notice at all.
Chapter completed!