It's a romantic comedy for everyone, so why am I the only one single?

"Actually, my ultimate goal is not just to adapt this novel into a comic book, but also to bring it to life as an anime."

Before he could finish speaking, Mashiro's eyes lit up again.

As I said before, being slow-witted and naturally dull doesn't mean being an idiot. Mashiro actually knows that she can't create interesting stories.

Without an interesting story that resonates with her own experiences, no matter how good her drawing skills are, she still cannot create interesting comics.

If it were someone else proposing the collaboration, she might hesitate or refuse.

But if that person is Hideaki Iura, then there's no problem.

At this time, although she did not yet understand what love was, as the first boy who had ever had intimate contact with her since childhood, Iura Hide had already occupied a very important place in her heart.

Just like Kanda Sorata in the original story, even though the two of them had only known each other for three days at most.

"I am willing!"

No longer as emotionless as usual, Mashiro's voice clearly revealed a hint of joy and eagerness.

Meanwhile, Iura Hide, seeing that she had agreed, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and a happy smile appeared on his face.

With Mashiro's help, adapting "April" into a manga now, or bringing over other works in the future, will undoubtedly be much easier.

That would give him time to do other things.

Otherwise, even if he works himself to death every week, he can only draw one or two chapters. Not only will his time be tied to this, but he also doesn't know how long it will take for him to achieve financial freedom.

"In that case, the original artwork for these characters will need to be adjusted."

Mashiro was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

"Adjust? Is there something I didn't draw well?"

Hideaki Iura smiled and shook his head, saying, "It's not that the drawing is bad, it's just that the style is too shoujo manga, too ordinary. The 'April' in my mind is not like this."

That's right. Although the original "April" art style seems a bit strange, he still decided to respect the original and try his best to reproduce the original art style.

"We'll talk about the specifics later. Now hurry up and wash up and eat breakfast, or you'll be late for school."

"Oh"

Although she was very curious about what "April" meant to Hideaki Iura, Mashiro put her curiosity aside for the time being and obediently took off her T-shirt.

After dinner yesterday, he specially chose the panties and T-shirt that Mashiro would wear after taking a shower, so Mashiro wasn't completely naked like she was the day before yesterday.

However, the act of taking off his T-shirt, especially the pair of small white rabbits that suddenly jumped out, still brought him a considerable shock, causing his Dao heart to tremble instantly.

"Damn it! Why does Mashiro seem so much more alluring than yesterday!?"

Iura Hide stared blankly at the pair of little white rabbits that were still trembling slightly, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the urge to pick them up and play with them.

But the blood flowing through my body is still restless.

Especially after Mashiro finished washing up, when he helped Mashiro wipe the water off his body, even through the towel, his heart still pounded and his breathing became rapid.

Later, while helping Mashiro put on her underwear and school uniform, her body couldn't help but react.

If it weren't for his remaining rationality and consideration for Chihiro, who was sleeping in the living room, he probably would have been tempted to eat Mashiro instead.

"Xiu Ni, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mashiro seemed to notice his unusual behavior, twisted her body, and placed her soft, white hand on his forehead.

A clear look of concern appeared in those childlike, clean eyes.

However, what she didn't know was that by doing so, she was only adding fuel to the fire.

She was already sitting on Iura Hide's lap, and this movement almost caused Iura Hide's already precarious Dao heart to collapse completely.

"No. You can't. I just confirmed my relationship with Kitagawa Kaimu yesterday. It's only been one night and he's already cheating on me. That's too much of a jerk!"

"I'm fine, I don't feel uncomfortable!" Iura Hide gritted his teeth, trying his best to endure, and sped up.

By the time I finally got Mashiro dressed, I felt more exhausted than if I had just run a marathon, and my legs were trembling when I stood up.

"Alright, let's go eat breakfast!"

As if fleeing in panic, Iura Shu hurriedly grabbed the shopping bag from the desk and quickly left the room.

Behind her, Mashiro tilted her head, a look of doubt flashing in her eyes, before obediently following behind.

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Chapter 52 Focusing on Rice (Happy New Year everyone!)

"You brat! If you don't clean my room properly today, you can forget about ever holding Mashiro's hand again!"

"Cough-cough-"

In the entryway, Iura Hide, who was helping Mashiro put on her shoes, almost choked on his own saliva.

That despicable Chihiro Sengoku, daring to threaten him with something like this!?

He already has a girlfriend, okay? How could he still be thinking about holding hands with Mashiro?

However, considering that he was going to be working with Mashiro on a manga project, and to prevent Chihiro from interfering or causing trouble, he decided that when he took Mashiro home after school in the afternoon, he would take a little time to help Chihiro clean up.

We're heading out—

I don't know if it was because of Chihiro Sengoku's shout.

Iura Shu had no intention of holding hands with Mashiro, but this time Mashiro took his hand, which made Iura Shu instinctively stiffen, even though his mind was to pull his hand away immediately.

But his hands seemed to have a mind of their own, completely disobeying his brain's commands, and instead tightly gripped Shiro's small hand.

At this moment, even with his thick skin, he couldn't help but feel his eyes flicker and his face burning.

But Mashiro continued speaking in a calm tone, as if stating a fact, which only made Iura Shu feel more and more ashamed.

"Soo likes holding my hand, right?"

"Um... let's hurry downstairs!"

Not knowing how to answer, and feeling that no answer would be right, Iura Hide could only hold Mashiro's hand and walk quickly towards the elevator.

Beside him, Mashiro turned her head to look at him. Although her pretty face was still expressionless, a faint smile appeared in her clear eyes.

After the two stepped out of the elevator and out of the apartment building, Mashiro seemed to understand Iura Hide's thoughts and took the initiative to withdraw her small hand.

This surprised Iura Hide again. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

"Ohaha, Jingpu."

"Hey, Kono."

"Iura-kun looks very tired. Did you not get enough rest last night?"

"Well, maybe it's because I started writing novels a little late!"

Faced with Kono Sakura's concerned and curious questions, Iura Hide quickly and cleverly came up with a reasonable excuse.

"So that's it."

Kono Sakura did not lecture or advise him under the guise of caring.

She was like an older sister, exuding a gentle aura, and said softly, "Then I'll help you take notes today."

"Then I'll leave it to you~"

Iura Hide smiled, neither refusing Kono Sakura's kindness nor giving it much thought.

In his memory, beneath Kono Sakura's seemingly serious and cold exterior, she was actually a gentle, considerate, and caring girl.

She treats her friends like Sho Sengoku and Remi Ayasaki the same way.

"I slept too late last night, I need to catch up later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Iura Hide couldn't help but yawn, and before the class bell rang, he was already slumped over the desk.

There was no way around it. Last night, I was battling with Kitagawa Kaimu, that little charmer, until after 2 a.m. This morning, helping Mashiro change her clothes was like running a marathon. Even a husky that can pull a sled for hours in the Siberian snowstorm couldn't withstand it!

I fall asleep and wake up, then fall asleep again.

If he had done this alone, it wouldn't have been a big deal.

But Mashiro next to her was the same. Not to mention, all the classmates couldn't help but look over curiously, secretly guessing what was going on.

The teacher was so angry that he broke countless pieces of chalk in his hand.

That's why standing as punishment isn't common at Katagiri High School; otherwise, he and Mashiro would often have to go to the corridor to clear their heads.

After finally making it to lunch break, my tired body and mind have finally recovered a little.

"It's rare to see a husky like you so listless."

At the cafeteria table, Yoshikawa Yuki ate her fried noodles and bread while jokingly teasing him.

However, Iura Hide didn't even look up, continuing to eat, too lazy to argue with her at all.

Rice cooks are people, rice cooks are souls.

As a proper rice eater, even wasting a single second on Yoshikawa Yuki would be disrespectful to the delicious beef bowl in front of me.

Of course, it would be different if it were Mashiro or Hori.

"When will you finish writing your novel, Iura?" Hori Kyoko asked curiously from the side.

Perhaps it was because Iura Shu suddenly produced a song that amazed them without them noticing. Or perhaps it was because a close friend suddenly announced that they were going to write a novel—that kind of thing naturally arouses curiosity.

Even though she doesn't usually read novels, she couldn't help but become interested in the novels written by Hideaki Iura.

"If I hadn't had to accompany this guy to an off-campus activity on Saturday, I probably would have finished writing by next weekend."

As he spoke, Iura Hide glanced sideways at Ishikawa Toru, who was standing next to him, with an annoyed expression.

However, at this moment, Ishikawa Toru's mind was entirely focused on Hori Kyoko. Even if you just made sarcastic remarks, or even punched her twice, she probably wouldn't be able to look away.

So, Yoshikawa Yuki, who was 'eager to protect her husband,' stepped forward.

"What? Ishikawa is just looking out for you. Participating in more extracurricular activities like this will benefit our future studies and jobs!"

"Yes, you're right~"

Iura Hide gave a perfunctory reply and continued to eat, which made Yoshikawa Yuki so angry that she almost threw the fried noodle bread she was holding at his face.

"I'll eat you to death, you husky... no, you pig husky!" Yoshikawa Yuki muttered angrily.