I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 54: Draw a comic for me?
Almost any creator who creates fan works actually has an original dream in his heart.

Shin Dimension Society was not surprised either.

Of course, they are not willing to spend their whole lives doing fan creation.

At first, it may be done out of love, relying on the love for the original work to persevere.

But if you really want to enter the industry, fan fiction is not acceptable.

However, neither comics nor light novels are the areas that the club members are good at, and the ideal of the New Dimension Club members is to create together.

So their initial goal was to make animation or gala game.

The club's priority, of course, can only be galgame, that is, text-based love adventure games or visual novels.

Although the number of galgame players cannot be compared with other types of games in this era, because the production cost is very low, in addition to those game companies with decent scale, there are countless small workshops and even non-professional fan clubs participating in it.

New Dimension belongs to the latter.

During a previous chat, Sakurai Itsuki knew that they had been saving funds in order to produce a galgame.

After all, animation is a project that is too far away for this small group, so they have to turn to team creation and can only make galgame.

"Ah, the script and subject matter? There aren't any at the moment, but people like us are only qualified to do blockbuster works, right?" Yuuki Tsukimeng said, touching his chin.

"What is Basaku?" Sato Wakaba asked Hane Shion who was standing beside her with her innocent big eyes.

On the other hand, Hanase Shion, a professional in coloring, had a wandering look in her eyes and stammered without answering.

Instead, the socially anxious Goto Hina whispered, "It's pure porn."

Sato Wakaba was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red as she was imagining making butter with Sakurai Itsuki.

"Honestly, I really don't want to do this! But for a club like ours, it's easy to fail if we do a serious story."

Yuuki Tsukimo looked at Sato Wakaba's blushing face and couldn't help but sigh.

For a non-professional and half-baked team like them, if they want to cover costs and make a profit, they usually can only do something colorful.

Players who are into this kind of game don't need story logic. Just "cao cao cao" and "meng meng cao" are enough to make them spend money.

"Can you let me write an outline first?" Sakurai Itsuki asked.

"Ah? You are responsible for the script?" Everyone looked surprised.

Aren’t you an artist? Why are you suddenly working on scripts?

Only Sato Wakaba had no doubts.

Because Nagayama Haruki's storytelling ability is no less than that of an average screenwriter, she just scratched her face shyly, rarely seen, and asked in a low voice, "So, will the script you wrote be that kind of masterpiece?"

"Of course not. If it was a masterpiece, why would I write a script specifically for it?" Sakurai Itsuki replied.

That thing is only used for sewing various templates.

Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

She didn't want to be alone in a room with Sakurai Itsuki at night to create adult works.

What if someone suddenly can't help it?
Sato Wakaba thought about the Sakurai Itsuki book she had read before, and she didn't want to be treated like that.

That's just too perverted. I don't know who can draw something so offensive! And who on earth likes to watch that kind of stuff!
Sato Wakaba was thinking this, while Hane Shion felt her nose itchy for some reason, so she shrugged and wanted to sneeze.

But I finally endured it.

Originally, when Hane Shion heard that Sakurai Itsuki was planning to switch from painting to writing scripts, she actually wanted to express her disdain in a very formal way.

But then she thought, she was still trying to figure out how to get out of the water, which would have to put her back in. And what if, when she was drawing something like that, people asked her, "Why are you so skilled?" What would she do then?
"Speaking of which, we already have quite a few members in the club, so we can continue making videos while slowly starting the preparatory work." Kojima Haruna said, "You can try writing something, and we'll take a look at it together when the time comes."

Although Sakurai Itsuki is the painter, judging from the storyboards he provided.

She vaguely felt that the genius in front of her was not simple.

"That's right. Shinichi and Sakurai can both do storyboards. Sakurai can temporarily stop participating in the club's projects and focus on writing the script." Yuuki Tsukimeng nodded. "Then you can give it a try, but don't try too hard! Mainly, I still hope you can stay in our club! According to the previous situation, you are now the Prime Minister of our club!"

"Then what am I?" Hase Hatsuna, who had been silent for a long time, raised her hand and asked.

"Pet." Yuuki Tsukimeng answered without hesitation.

"Too much! Too much! Too much!" Hase Hatsuna stomped her feet and acted like a child.

"Let's eat first. We just finished a project today. We can talk about the next thing later."

Shinichi Kojima opened the door and sighed in his heart that these people were really too arrogant.

"Great, I want to drink fresh-squeezed beer!" Hase Hatsuna, who was dissatisfied and angry just now, immediately started celebrating again.

In some ways, she is quite similar to Sato Wakaba in terms of how quickly she changes her face.

Could it be that Sato Wakaba would become like this in seven or eight years? She absolutely must not do that.

But, there is no point in thinking about this kind of thing now.

Seven or eight years later, where is she? Where is he? Even if they are still in regular contact, it is still unknown.

Sato Wakaba, who was happily pacing and kicking her legs, noticed Sakurai Itsuki's gaze.

Turning back, he asked, "Why are you staring at me? Do you like me? Sorry, although I wore stockings today to suit your preference, let's just be ordinary friends for now."

As usual, Sato Wakaba made her remarks with a smile on her face.

Of course, before she could finish her words, Sakurai Itsuki looked up and tapped her forehead.

"Giving out cards in public is a bit too much." Sakurai Itsuki said.

Sato Wakaba covered her forehead with her hands. When she looked up, she realized that everyone in the club was looking away at the two of them. She stuck out her tongue awkwardly and said, "Hahaha, I was just kidding him."

Everyone thought, wow, this little romance between the young couple is really weird.

However, a young lady who has never touched upon the topic of love in her life has a unique way of thinking.

It turns out that they are not really a couple.

Humph, I told you, how could anyone like a lousy guy like Sakurai Itsuki? He should have been rejected!
If it were me, I would definitely refuse!
She thought so.

After having dinner at a Chinese restaurant, everyone dispersed.

Everyone in the club spoke highly of Chinese food, and they ate it with relish, saying how delicious it was. Sato Wakaba also studied the cooking methods of Chinese food in detail.

Of course, Sakurai Itsuki didn't think that the thing called "Strawberry Mapo Tofu" was Chinese food at all.

After parting, Sakurai Itsuki and Sato Wakaba went to the supermarket to buy groceries together as usual.

Under the strong interference of Sakurai Itsuki, Sato Wakaba finally put down the tofu in her hand and temporarily gave up the idea of recreating the dish that madly defiled Sakurai Itsuki's memories of her previous life.

After returning home, Sato Wakaba suddenly felt relaxed, but she didn't know what to do on the weekend.

Sakurai Itsuki took on the job of writing the galgame script again, but Sato Wakaba was completely unable to help with that job.

"Hey, I'm bored. How about you draw a comic for me?" Sato Wakaba, who was lying on the sofa with nothing to do, made an excessive request.

(End of this chapter)