Tokyo: Oreimo

"What? You're supposed to be my older brother, why are you being so stingy? Don't you dare touch my hair, those ink stains are really hard to wash off!"

"Ha, so you knew it wouldn't wash off easily, yet you still drew on my face?"

Ryosuke, feigning anger and expressionlessness, gradually approached Ryouno.

The girl looked at his face and couldn't bear it any longer. She laughed so hard that her whole body trembled. The more serious his appearance was, the more people laughed at him.

She seemed to have been forcefully tickled, and she squatted there laughing uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha, I admit defeat, I apologize!"

As Ryosuke approached, Lingna raised the white flag.

"Hmph, I'll let you off this time. But if you dare to do something bad while I'm asleep again, I'll definitely punish you."

Ryosuke glared at her and went into the bathroom.

When I came out again, my face was completely clean.

At this moment, Takashiro Ryouno was curled up on the sofa, hugging a cushion, looking surprised.

"How did you wash it off?"

"Makeup remover pads can remove oil-based pen marks. I don't need to teach you that, do I?"

Ryosuke rolled his eyes. There happened to be one in the bathroom, which must have been left in this workshop by the girl in front of him.

"Humph!"

This guy used my stuff without even asking! How awful!

Takashiro Ryou muttered to herself, not daring to say anything more, after all, she was the one who had done something wrong.

She was quite afraid that Ryosuke would retaliate.

Ryosuke Takagi walked to the sofa and plopped down next to Ayano. Feeling a bit crowded, he pushed the girl to the side.

"Don't push me, you idiot! Can't you sit down at the workbench?"

"Then why don't you go? That chair looks rock hard."

It was clearly a two-seater sofa, but Takashiro Ryouno insisted on sitting in the middle, and Ryosuke naturally wouldn't tolerate her.

The two of them fought over it, neither willing to give in.

The playful banter was interrupted by a crisp bell ringing.

.......

"I'm not going home for dinner. I'm sorry, Dad, for not telling you in advance."

"..."

"That guy is with me."

"..."

"What? What do you mean you're relieved with Ryosuke around...? You make it sound like he's very reliable."

“…”

"I understand, I'll go home early!"

Takashiro Ryou angrily hung up the phone.

"Was it your father calling?"

"You know perfectly well why you're asking. It's all your fault for sleeping so long and missing dinner."

Takashiro Ryouko, holding the last cushion in her arms, gave him a disgruntled look before standing up from the sofa.

She picked up the manuscript from the workbench and handed it to Ryosuke again.

"Watch it quickly and then go home."

Ryosuke casually accepted the draft handed to him.

The room returned to silence, as if the previous commotion had never happened.

Takashiro Ryou sat back down at her desk, hugged her legs, and buried her head in the cushions.

What exactly did she just do?

It's no wonder he'd be angry if someone scribbled on his face while he was asleep.

However, this guy wasn't a magnanimous person; he actually wanted to retaliate.

Ling Nai raised her head slightly, her bright eyes secretly observing Ryosuke from the top of the cushion.

The other person was intently flipping through her sketches, their brows furrowing from time to time.

What's with that expression? Is she dissatisfied with my work?

Ling Nai muttered to herself.

She admitted that the other person's story was good, but she was also confident in her own drawing skills, saying that even a sketch was at least ten thousand times better than Ryosuke's doodle.

Just then, Ryosuke reorganized the drawing and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's drawn quite well."

The sudden praise was somewhat unexpected for Ling Nai.

I thought he was going to give me a bad review because of that expression he just had.

Sensing Ryosuke's gaze, the girl turned to a hostile expression.

"Of course! I'm a bestselling comic book artist."

"Indeed, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a genius."

Ryosuke praised him generously.

"You bastard..." Faced with such unvarnished praise, Ling Nai felt inexplicably ashamed and couldn't help but hug the cushion in her arms tighter.

Even if you praise me, it won't make me think you're a good person.

Ling Nai kept these words to herself and didn't say them aloud.

But then, Ryosuke changed the subject.

"Although it is very well drawn, I think there is still room for improvement."

Chapter 20 Art Style

"What? You have some complaints about my painting?"

“That’s not the case.” Ryosuke shook his head and beckoned Ling Nai to come to the workbench.

His younger sister, a genius comic artist who could draw best-selling works like "Moon Witch Transformation," didn't have any drawing skills that he needed to correct.

However, her art style is very different from the Cardcaptor Sakura in my memory, especially the chubby thighs in the sketches.

"Works aimed at younger audiences don't need to showcase overly voluptuous figures. The overall style should lean towards cuteness. This kind of voluptuous art style is probably only liked by boys, right?"

Ryosuke didn't say it very directly.

What he really wanted to say was that Ling Nai had drawn Sakura too maturely, to the point that it gave people a 'perverted' feeling.

Sakura Kinomoto is supposed to be an elementary school student, so what's with her protruding chest?

Based on her previous works, the majority of fans of Moon Witch Transformation, besides young girls, also attracted a considerable number of men, which is due to her art style.

Is this art style developed to cater to the market? Or is it because her younger sister is a lesbian?

But if that's the case, Ruri Aragaki's figure isn't as voluptuous as she portrays in her works; if we really have to say, she's more like herself.

As Ryosuke thought to himself, his gaze couldn't help but fall on his younger sister's smooth, rounded thighs beside him.

"What are you looking at?" Ling Nai stared at her with an unfriendly expression. Noticing Ryosuke's gaze, she subconsciously squeezed her legs together.

"What? Are you trying to control what I wear?"

"Aren't you cold? If your lower body gets cold, your legs will get thicker."

Ryosuke couldn't contain his curiosity, even though it was winter.

"I'm not cold. Are you a pervert? Why are you always focusing on a girl's lower body?"

A blush appeared on Ling Nai's face.

Ryosuke was speechless.

This is just normal concern from an older brother, much like how most parents used to check if their children were wearing long underwear in the winter.

He shrugged, offering no explanation. Given their current relationship, she would most likely not listen to him even if he told her to put her pants back on.

"Getting back to the main point, you need to readjust the overall art style of this work," Ryosuke said.

Takashiro Ryouno's expression was unconvinced at all. She snorted and turned her head away.

"Who says only guys like this kind of character..."

"Whatever you want, it's your work anyway, so just do it your way. If it's not popular, don't blame me."

As she spoke, she urged Ryosuke to get off the chair, sat down herself, and resumed her high-speed writing.

This time, Ryosuke didn't sit back down on the sofa. Instead, he stood next to his sister and watched her write with flowing strokes.

Soon, a brand new and vibrant Sakura appeared on the drawing.

"Add some cute hair clips to her hair, and for her hairstyle, just add two little braids. As for the student uniform... you can refer to the uniform of Fuqiang Elementary School."

Ryosuke stood to the side, occasionally offering corrections.

"So long-winded..." Gao Chengling muttered impatiently, but still made the necessary revisions on the pen as requested.

"Okay, it's done."

Ryosuke stared at the Sakura sketch on the workbench for a while, a smile appearing on his face.

This is what the original Moe King should look like!

"I don't need to remind you about the style of the other characters, just refer to this art style. Sakura will have many gorgeous outfits, so you can feel free to experiment."

Who are you underestimating?