My daily life in various anime crossovers can't possibly be this sci-fi.

Oh, I see. The first song for the concert is already prepared.

At that moment, Jiang Jinghua, sitting at a computer desk in an apartment in Tokyo, nodded. Everyone's efficiency is as high as ever.

Along with the sheet music, a short a cappella recording of Minami Kotori was also sent. In Jiang Jinghua's opinion, the song was of perfectly acceptable quality, and its thematic message was also very much in line with μ's' current situation.

After spending more than half an hour writing his analysis and reflections, Jiang Jinghua sent the document out.

Oh, right, there's something else I need to ask.

"Honoka, do you know anyone who can draw illustrations?"

Illustrations play a crucial role in creating likable characters in light novels; there's even a half-joking, half-serious saying: "Buy the illustrations, get toilet paper free." Therefore, if Jiang Jinghua wants his novel to achieve its full promotional effect, he has no choice but to find an excellent illustrator.

Although the chances of Honoka knowing an artist willing to help are extremely slim, it's still worth a try. As for Eriri Sawamura... Jiang Jinghua isn't comfortable asking her for help right now, so he won't consider her unless absolutely necessary.

However, to everyone's surprise, Honoka replied very quickly.

"Although I don't know many people who can draw... I'm actually quite good at drawing myself, you know?"

……

"Huh? Is that so?" Honoka stared wide-eyed at Umi in front of her. "You, you mean Jinghua-kun is planning to write a light novel for us? And you're looking for an illustrator?"

“It’s not just about light novels; in fact, light novels are just the first step.” Umi nodded. “According to what he told me before, he plans to mold us into a ‘transmedia idol’ with influence in both ACG and reality.”

"This! This sounds so cool!" Honoka was so excited she almost jumped for joy. "They're going to create anime characters based on us!"

“Indeed, especially for someone like you… who likes to draw in your own doujinshi…” Umi covered her face.

Umi had seen Honoka's private artwork before. While the skill level was quite high, even comparable to the work of top Pixiv artists and commercial illustrators, the content... well...

"Yeah, something this cool, of course I have to get involved!" Honoka nodded. "Speaking of which, drawing illustrations for yourself is definitely a wonderful experience..."

"Just remember not to draw yourself too strangely." Umi sighed. "Seriously, how did you develop this hobby? I still don't understand it."

"Seriously, what's so strange about that!" Honoka puffed out her cheeks in protest. "Umi, do you dare say you've never thought about anything weird when you're alone late at night? Never?"

"Nonsense!" Umi shouted, her face flushed. "I would never... I would never do such a terrible thing!"

"Hehe, after hesitating for so long and speaking in fits and starts, you must have been lying, right?" Honoka gave a strange smile, like that of a fat middle-aged man, and slowly moved closer to Umi's face.

"No! I'm not lying!" Umi snatched a pillow from the bed and smacked Honoka on the head. "You better watch yourself! You'll never get married if you keep acting like this!"

"Ugh! I'm not going to be left unmarried! Don't guys these days all like girls who're a little dirty-minded? Especially the pretty kind!" Honoka fell back onto the soft bed, propelled by the pillow, but still protesting. "Although someone as old-fashioned as Umi is quite popular, the world is supposed to be full of diverse people!"

"This has nothing to do with that... Ouch!" Umi suddenly got hit on the face with a pillow.

For some reason, there was a double bed in Haiwei's room. Since it was a double bed, it was normal for there to be two pillows on it.

"..." Umi, who had been slapped, gripped the pillow in her hand tightly.

"Ha, this is to get revenge for that arrow I just shot... Ugh!" Honoka, whose face was covered by a pillow, was slapped back onto the bed as soon as she finished speaking.

And so, the two of them, still in their pajamas, started to tossing and turning each other around on the bed with their pillows.

……

It's really unexpected that Honoka can draw.

Jiang Jinghua originally hoped to meet some talented people who were good at drawing through Honoka and the other members of μ's to become illustrators for light novels, but he did not expect that Honoka herself was actually very good at drawing.

If that's the case, things become much simpler.

"So, since you can draw, would you mind showing me some of your previous artwork?" Jiang Jinghua sent this message. Honoka quickly replied with an image that appeared to be saved in a format specific to some drawing software.

So, next up is the time for inspection...

Hey! What the heck is this?!

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Chapter 71, Section 71: Honoka and Eromanga

When Jiang Jinghua received the picture sent by Honoka and opened it, he closed it within two seconds. However, after closing it, he couldn't help but reopen it. Then, he closed it again within about three seconds, but couldn't help but reopen it again... This happened several times before he finally mustered up the courage to examine the picture carefully.

It was a typical cute-style illustration, and the character in the picture was Honoka herself. Because she naturally had an anime-like appearance, Jiang Jinghua recognized her at a glance.

That's why Jiang Jinghua felt he couldn't look directly at the picture.

In the image, Honoka lies on her side on the floor, beneath a pristine white marble surface. Behind her is a pink rectangular gift box, already opened. She wears a deep red top with white fringed trim at the hem; the neckline is quite wide, clearly revealing her delicate collarbone against her fair skin. Her arms are laid out side by side in front of her, her wrists elegantly tied into a beautiful bow with a red ribbon edged in gold.

Two slender, long legs emerged from a miniskirt, also red with white fringed trim, dominating the right side of the image. Her legs were crossed, but subtly offset, allowing the viewer to see both legs clearly. Semi-transparent, milky-white stockings were edged with jet-black ribbons, and her delicate feet, clad in ankle boots, were neatly arranged to the side.

Following her beautiful ankles upwards, his gaze swept over the perfectly rounded curves of her hips, encased in a tight white miniskirt, and continued along her slender waist, past her slightly pinkish shoulders. Jiang Jinghua's gaze returned to Honoka's facial expression.

There was no need for further inspection. When Jiang Jinghua saw the incredibly vivid expression on that pretty face, he was already certain that this was a top-tier illustration. If it really was drawn by Honoka herself, then Honoka's drawing skills must have reached a level where she could easily illustrate even the best-selling books.

Her eyes, gleaming with a pale blue luster like jewels, were slightly narrowed. Her drooping eyelashes fluttered upwards like bird wings. Her cheeks, flushed crimson with shame and excitement, even showed faint beads of sweat. Her cherry lips, with a texture like jelly, were lightly bitten. A hazy light shone in her pale blue eyes. This complex expression, a mixture of shyness, expectation, and longing, made Jiang Jinghua realize that she could no longer stare at this damned picture, lest she have some extremely impolite physical and psychological reaction.

Around Honoka's snow-white neck hung a small silver tag, resembling a military ID badge, with text written in beautiful cursive script:

"Here's your Christmas present for this year (>ω<*)"

……

Damn it, no, I need to calm down, calm down...

Jiang Jinghua turned off the image, pulled out a copy of "Wang Houxiong's Synchronous Measurement and Control Optimization Design" from the drawer, slammed it on the table, and took a deep breath while looking at the indescribable abstract graphics on the printed paper.

He took out his phone and saw that Honoka had just sent him a new message:

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

It's more than just good... wait, that's not the point!

"Is the person in this painting yourself?" Jiang Jinghua sent a message. "Is it really okay to paint yourself like this?"

"I don't see any problem at all?" Honoka replied. "Nothing that shouldn't be shown is shown, so there's absolutely no ethical issue! I have plenty of drawings that are much more explicit than this!"

That's true, but... Jiang Jinghua didn't know how to reply.

"For you to react so strongly to something like this, it seems that Lord Jinghua's life is quite empty."

"What can I do? I'm so sorry I don't have a girlfriend!"

"Let's not talk about that now. Tell me what you think of this painting."

"Although the subject matter is strange, the quality of this drawing has completely exceeded my expectations. It is definitely a work of professional standard. If you are interested in becoming the illustrator for my planned light novel, then this position is already yours."

"Well then, thank you, Jinghua-jun! Also, thank you for being so concerned about μ's!"

"It's okay, these are just the duties of a fan."

"No ordinary fan would have such a sense of duty as you!"

Jiang Jinghua continued sending messages.

"...By the way, although you may find me annoying, I think it's better for minors not to draw these strange things, and even if they do, they shouldn't show them to outsiders."

Well, to be honest, Honoka's is just child's play... There's another "underage" in his class who makes money by drawing this kind of thing and is even quite famous in the industry.

My goodness, what kind of country is Japan?

"What time is it? Does Lord Jinghua still treat himself like an outsider?" This sentence is followed by an "angry" emoticon.

Afterwards, Jiang Jinghua spent a lot of effort explaining things to Honoka, and then chatted with her about some irrelevant things.

After logging off, Jiang Jinghua did not attempt to continue conceiving the novel. In fact, he avoided thinking about anything related to μ's afterward, in order to calm himself down as much as possible.

Then, he did his homework until about 11:30 p.m. before going to bed.

……

When the next morning arrived and he awoke from his deep sleep, he realized that he could find absolutely no memory of the strange dream, and his mind was clearer than ever before.

It seems that μ's and strange dreams are not necessarily connected... No, perhaps it is too early to draw such a conclusion.

Of the nine members of μ's, Honoka was the first one he met. When he first saw her photo, he felt a strong sense of familiarity with her, as if she reminded him of an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

However, Jiang Jinghua was certain that there was no beauty of this caliber in his social circle in his previous life.

So, what exactly is the reason...?

Perhaps there's some unspeakable secret behind my time travel, and my past self wasn't necessarily just an ordinary couch potato.

On his way to school, Jiang Jinghua devoted some of his attention to analysis.

Based on the information currently available, one thing is certain: after he came into this world, he "forgot" many things. And according to Dr. Klev, his strange dreams stemmed from some things he had "forgotten."

Jiang Jinghua is certain that he lost many memories after transmigrating, and those memories were all related to certain ACGN works from his previous life.

So, the dream I have is actually a plot from an anime in my past life?

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Section 72 Chapter 72 Dr. Breit

Many of the "alternate dimensions" developed by Earth, where Jiang Jinghua now lives, are strikingly similar to the content of the anime from his previous life. Therefore, could it be speculated that the so-called "Sea of ​​Miracles" is actually related to an anime from his previous life, and that the reason he "made contact" with it was simply because he, as an ordinary otaku, had watched this anime?

Is the special feeling I have for everyone in μ's due to an anime I watched in my previous life?

This should be considered a reasonable conjecture.

After passing through the magnificent campus for non-undergraduate students and entering the massive, fortress-like teaching building for undergraduate students, Jiang Jinghua arrived at his classroom and sat down at his desk.

If my previous guess was correct, then my past self was probably just an ordinary otaku who, for some strange reason, transmigrated to this alternate world based on the anime from my previous life.

As for what exactly that "strange reason" was, that was beyond Jiang Jinghua's expertise to investigate.

Until circumstances change, all he can do is live each day to the fullest.

The bell rang for morning self-study, and Jiang Jinghua, as usual, took out his textbook from his schoolbag and began to preview the material.

……what?

The situation has changed.

The lecture hall was empty today, which was clearly abnormal. Dr. Klev always walked into the classroom as the bell rang, without exception.

It wasn't until halfway through the morning self-study session that a figure hurriedly rushed into the classroom. It wasn't Dr. Klev, but someone else.