Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Miya was finishing up the line art for the previous storyboard panel.

The digital pen tip made a fine, smooth scratching sound as it traced lines on the tablet.

She bit her lower lip slightly, her gaze so focused that she didn't even notice the small piece of chocolate cake crumb still stuck to the corner of her mouth.

The comments section was still buzzing with excitement about the paid comment from earlier, but she didn't look up for the moment.

The angle of Reminal's fingers in this section needs to be slightly adjusted, otherwise her posture while leaning on the bookshelf will look a bit stiff.

Then she glanced at the bullet screen assistant.

A paid comment appeared in the center of the screen, the amount of which was a shade darker than the regular SC and remained there for a longer time.

The sender's ID was "I really want to sleep".

The content was even simpler, so simple that Mi Ye wondered if she had misread it.

[Host, I want to see them both love each other.]

Miya stared at the line of text for a long time.

Then she put the digital pen on the table, leaned back in her chair, covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and her shoulders began to tremble.

She laughed for a while before calming down, and a few glistening tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"The boss who sleeps."

She picked up the digital pen again, her voice still carrying a lingering smile.

"I admire your straightforwardness."

She tapped the pen tip lightly on the board twice, as if making a decision.

Then she looked up and gave the camera a bright smile.

"Since everyone wants to see it, then I'll draw it."

The reaction speed of the comments was even faster than she expected.

【Huh?? Streamer, are you serious?!】

[The boss who sleeps is awesome]

[Host: I was still hesitant, but since someone offered me money, I didn't hesitate anymore]

This is true service spirit.

Mi Ye stopped looking at the comments.

She quickly finished the line art for the current panel, sketching out the angle of Reminal's hand resting on the bookshelf, the curve of Möbius's back against the spine, and her disheveled black hair. She saved the drawing and then neatly created a new blank canvas.

Her hand hovered over the graphics tablet for a moment, she closed her eyes, and mentally went over the composition three times.

She painted faster and bolder than before.

Reminal leaned forward, one hand gripping the back of Mebius's head, the other hand bracing against the bookshelf, using her body to envelop the prosecutor between the bookshelf and herself.

Her long pink hair hung down, intertwining with Möbius's loose black hair on the canvas.

Mebius's hands gripped the fabric of Reminell's shoulders, as if both pushing her away and holding on tightly.

Miya applied a very light touch of red to the corner of Mebius's eye, and her lips parted slightly, as if she were saying something that had been interrupted.

The most crucial thing is the look in their eyes.

Reminal looked down at Mebius, and Miya used the curve of her eyebrows and the shadow of her lower eyelids to draw out that uniquely arrogant micro-expression.

Mebius turned his head slightly, raising his gaze upwards to meet Reminell's eyes.

Miya paused to catch her breath, picked up her cup to drink some water, and then continued drawing the details.

Reminal's fingers tightened slightly on the back of Mebius's head, her nails painted with light pink nail polish.

The live chat exploded with comments.

The density of the bullet comments was so high that the screen itself was almost invisible. Various fonts and emoticons were blurred into a mess, and the server started to lag noticeably. Some messages took several seconds to appear on the screen after being sent.

The gift effects are seamlessly integrated.

Someone sent three [Crown of the Stars] in a row. The golden flowing light effect hadn't even disappeared before it was lit up again by the next gift, and the center of the screen was almost never dark.

The notification sound for paid comments kept ringing.

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, this composition!

[Teacher, I'm an art student. Can I save this human figure pose for reference?]

I'm absolutely swooning over this eye contact!

Reminal's hands are drawn so well!

In the apartment building in the eastern part of Bellavita, Rika Asaba had changed from leaning against the headboard to sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, holding her phone with both hands, just a finger's width away from her face.

Her facial expressions completely collapsed, revealing two small tiger teeth that she usually hid well and a pair of shallow dimples.

"She actually drew it! She really did draw it!"

Rika Asaba slapped her thigh, hissing in pain, but she couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

She originally posted that paid comment with a hint of sarcasm.

You're just trying to ride the wave of popularity, right? Do you dare to draw it? Go ahead and draw it if you dare.

Without saying a word, the streamer opened a new canvas.

The probability of this happening on MikuFans is about the same as the probability of her final grade surpassing Reminal's, infinitely close to zero.

But it really did happen.

Moreover, the person pressed on the canvas at this moment is Reminal, whom she dislikes the most. How can this feeling be described? It's even more satisfying than getting first place in the final exam.

She pressed the screen recording button as quickly as possible, then opened the gift bar and sent another 500 Loren gifts without hesitation.

After finishing scrolling, she raised her phone a little higher, looking with satisfaction at the still-scrolling comments on the screen and the chibi maid who was focused on drawing the last stroke, and muttered to herself.

"...I'm definitely going to follow this streamer."

……

In one of the most expensive areas of Bella Vita, in a detached mansion, a young lady with long pink hair is sitting at the dining table, wearing a silk nightgown.

She picked up the black tea that the servant had just brewed, took a small, elegant sip, then put down the cup, picked up her phone, and opened MikuFans.

This is her daily habit; the first thing she does every morning when she wakes up is to play on her phone and check the day's trending news.

Her account is verified with her real name, her profile picture is a pink rose, and her nickname is her real name.

Reminal.

He has a moderate number of fans, in the tens of thousands, mostly classmates of Tsuki no Mori and casual visitors who came to see him.

However, she doesn't usually post updates, only occasionally liking videos she likes when she's in a good mood.

Today, a live stream she'd never seen before was featured on the homepage.

The cover features a chibi-style maid with short, light blonde hair, tilting her head, two rosy cheeks, and an innocent-looking smile.

Reminal felt that this person looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

She clicked on it casually.

Then she saw what was on the canvas.

Between the bookshelves in the library, the pink-haired witch pressed the black-haired witch against the bookshelf, their bodies pressed tightly together, their fingers clasped behind their heads.

Their lips were only a hair's breadth apart, their eyes were red, and their gazes were unfocused.

The little witch with long pink hair had such detailed features that even the outline of her family crest was drawn on her collar.

Reminal's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

Her gaze bounced back and forth between the pink-haired witch on the screen and her own phone screen two or three times before settling on the streamer's chibi-style maid image.

The little maid was drawing intently with her head down, occasionally tilting her head, a smug yet adorable smile playing on her lips—a smile she dreamed of all the time.

"puff--!"

A mouthful of black tea sprayed out of Reminal's mouth in a misty spray, tracing a perfect parabola in the air before landing precisely on the apron of the servant opposite her.

The servant was startled and rushed forward to help wipe it off, but Reminal had completely disregarded her ladylike demeanor. She hurriedly slammed her phone on the table, grabbed a tissue to cover her mouth, and her face flushed red rapidly from the base of her neck to her hairline at a speed of five centimeters per second.

"Who is it?!"

Her roar echoed throughout the restaurant.

The servant shrank back, wisely choosing not to ask the young lady if she would like another cup of tea at that moment.

Reminal picked up her phone again, her fingers trembling, whether from anger, embarrassment, or both, she couldn't tell.

She stared intently at the chibi-style maid on the screen, who was still drawing nonchalantly. Her lips moved for a long time before she finally managed to squeeze out a few words.

"...You just wait."

Meanwhile, in the live stream chat, some viewers were already screaming.

[Wait, wait, wait! I just saw a familiar ID in the audience list!]

I think I saw it too... Pink Rose's profile picture...

[Reminal? ?]

[Holy crap! The real person is here?!]

[Screenshot! Screenshot! Screenshot! Has anyone kindly recorded the screen? This is a historic moment!]

[Good morning, young lady. Are you reading this doujinshi too?]

[Stop laughing, Miss is probably already making phone calls for help.]

Someone in the live stream took a screenshot of the system notification that Reminal had entered the live stream and quickly posted it in the comments section. Others forwarded the screenshot to the WW group and the dynamic square.

In less than a minute, the incident spread across various social media platforms, and the number of viewers in the live stream grew exponentially, jumping from over a thousand to over three thousand, and then to over five thousand.

Everyone was waiting to see if the streamer could continue drawing, given that the person involved was present.

Meanwhile, in the apartment building in the East District, Rika Asaba had gone from sitting cross-legged to lying on the bed, holding her phone in both hands, laughing so hard she curled up into a ball.

She kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed, and laughed so hard she dropped the pillow on the floor, but she didn't bother to pick it up.

She saw the message "Reminal herself is here" in the live stream comments, and then quickly opened a screen recording app to record the entire live stream and the comments.

This was the happiest she had been this semester, even happier than the last time she used her talent to deduce in class that even the professor himself had gotten a formula wrong.

The top-ranked young lady, her arch-rival, Reminal who always outshines her by a point or two, is currently watching her livestream being drawn into an 18+ doujinshi.

The most interesting thing is that she paid to urge the author to update the script.

Rika Asaba suddenly realized that she had used her main account, not her alternate account, when she posted the SC.

In other words, if Reminal scrolls through the barrage of comments, she will see the ID "I really want to sleep".

Rika Asaba buried her face in the pillow and burst into laughter like a pig.

At this time, Miya was completely unaware of this.

She was making the final stroke.

Reminal's fingers tightened on the back of Mebius's head.

Mebius's fingertips gripped Reminell's hem.

There was only a thin layer of air between their noses.

All the details have been drawn, except for the final highlight of a tear in the corner of Mebius's eye.

She magnified the canvas to its maximum magnification, and carefully placed the digital pen tip down, adding a tiny white dot to the edge of the eye socket.

perfect.

The entire painting came alive because of that single tear, transforming Mebius's expression from "being bullied" to "being bullied but not saying no."

Miya leaned back in her chair with satisfaction, stretched her sore wrists, and then looked up to see the reactions from the live stream comments.

The screen is black.

A line of white text is displayed neatly in the center of the screen.

This live stream has been temporarily banned for violating the platform's content management regulations.

[Reason for ban: Involving prohibited content]

[Banned for 24 hours.]

Miya blinked, then blinked again.

She stared at the line of white text, remained silent for a moment, then lowered her head, picked up the last piece of chocolate cake from the corner of the table, stuffed it into her mouth, and mumbled something under her breath.

"...Just one more stroke."