All the people who like me are other people’s girlfriends! ?

The blonde girl sighed, brushed away a strand of hair stuck to the back of her neck, and looked casually towards the playground, but the scene she saw made her eyes widen slightly.

Is that... Qingye?

As a result, when Eriri came to her senses, she ran down - it was really just curiosity!

On the field, cotton-ball-like cumulonimbus clouds seemed to be slowly falling and gathering behind the boy. Qingye was holding a metal bat and wearing a helmet. He was practicing baseball with another boy.

Eriri blinked and suddenly felt very unfamiliar, because she found it difficult to associate Kiyono with baseball. After all, Kiyono was a writer and often played games with her at home. No matter how you looked at him, he was a otaku like herself.

But now he stood on the court enthusiastically. The moment he twisted his waist and swung the bat, the clouds accelerated, dust flew, hot sweat fell, and then the white ball flew high in the clear blue sky.

This scene inexplicably has a summer feel.

The girl raised her head, looked at the baseball that drew a beautiful arc, and sighed softly.

"This guy...why does it feel like he's getting more and more good? Not only is he a famous novelist with excellent grades, but he's also incredibly athletic? Do you want to be the perfect man?"

Even she, an outsider, could see that the ball was well-made.

The blonde girl tilted her head and couldn't help but mutter something under her breath. She thought she knew Qingye quite well. She knew the games he liked, the music he liked, what he usually did online, and the joys and worries he had when writing articles.

She also knew Qingye's hidden gentleness and brilliance. Although she had learned a lot, she still felt that she had only touched the surface of the lake.

However, even if the other adolescent girls only knew his surface, Qingye would probably instantly become the most popular person on campus, right?

For some reason, I feel a little unhappy.

At this moment, Qingye noticed the movement, took off his helmet, and glanced over.

This time, Eriri didn't say in a tsundere way, "I just came down to check because you were bothering me..." Instead, she asked curiously:

"Can you still play baseball?"

"I am a rare genius." Qingye raised his chin proudly. Eriri and Yanami are somewhat similar. They are the type who will not have any scheming once they get to know each other well and don't need to think too much.

"Kiyono-kun does have talent, and his height is an advantage, but it's a pity he doesn't want to specialize in baseball..."

The pitcher opposite Qingye trotted over. He had the flat head that was unique to the baseball club. He accidentally discovered Qingye's talent and immediately enthusiastically invited him to join the baseball club. Unfortunately, he was rejected. After that, the two of them would practice baseball like this from time to time.

"This guy?" Eriri glanced at Qingye suspiciously, not seeing how he looked like a baseball expert.

"Actually, it's just a little exercise when I have nothing to do." Kiyono lost all his momentum. "So, what do you want, Ms. Sawamura?"

"This, this..."

After stuttering for a moment, Eriri quickly found an excuse for herself: "I just wanted to ask about your recent creative ideas. I don't want the same thing to happen again!"

"Don't worry, I've already made the changes."

Qingye bent down to pick up the ball while chatting with her: "On the contrary, you are still busy, aren't you busy enough? Didn't you say you joined a new club recently?"

Tomoya Aki... Eriri's expression was a little complicated. Because of the heroine's non-cooperation, the progress of the club of this bespectacled otaku was greatly delayed, and recently he came up with a new idea: first make a simple game to impress the heroine.

As the only original artist, she naturally spent a lot of energy.

Although she thought so in her heart, Eriri just turned her head and looked to the side: "It's so easy!"

"By the way, regarding creation... can I ask Ms. Sawamura a favor?" Kiyono considerately ignored her tsundere.

Hearing this, Eriri's heart moved quietly.

"If it's something very important... I'd be willing to listen to it, but you have to make an appointment first." She finally gave a normal answer.

"It's not that important actually." Qingye mused, "If you don't have time, forget it."

"If we squeeze in some space, we can still get some space." The girl emphasized.

"In that case," Kiyono said seriously, "Teacher Sawamura, could you please teach me how to draw this weekend?"

"Anyway, we can just discuss the novel, right...eh eh eh eh?"

Ying Lili's eyes suddenly widened, and she raised her head blankly and looked at the boy in front of her.

Kiyono, the youngest ever winner of the Akutagawa Prize and currently the brightest star in the light novel world, suddenly announced that he would...

"Drawing!?" The girl's voice rose an octave.

"Yeah." Qingye nodded as a matter of course.

He was preparing to enter the art world. During this period, he had also studied the effects of talent entries. Although he could break through and upgrade by himself, the experience bar increased at a relatively slow rate. This kind of creative talent still needed to be constantly honed to the limit.

Eriri fell silent. She stared at Qingye and couldn't help showing a strange expression. At this moment, she finally understood the deep meaning of the word willful.

But if Kiyono is really interested in painting... isn't that what she's best at!?

The blonde girl's eyes flickered slightly.

*

In a slightly remote area, there is a small piece of privately purchased land. This land is a lush hillside, and a Western-style house is built on the top of the hillside.

There are quite a few European-style mansions in Japan. Most of them were built during the Taisho period under the influence of European romanticism at that time. Many of them are now heritage passed down from ancestors and are very valuable.

However, the Western-style mansion here is different from others. It was built not long ago. Rather than being a Western-style mansion, it is more like a medieval castle. The lush woods give it the style of a villa.

Regardless of the style, you can tell at a glance that someone who owns such a house is a wealthy family, and there are occasionally bold people watching and taking pictures from the edge.

This villa-like mansion is the home of the manga artist Eriri Sawamura Spencer.

The blonde girl sat in front of the dressing mirror, playing with her phone at a rapid speed.

"Meet at the mall today at 11:30. Any problem?" His tone was still arrogant and commanding.

【Why is it another hour late? 】

why?

Eriri snorted. This guy really doesn't understand girls at all. Does he need time to take a shower? Does he need time to dress up? Maybe we'll even have dinner together afterward or something.

This is completely different from the situation when we first met!

As for what was different, she subconsciously avoided thinking about it. In the girl's heart, although Kiyono was outstanding and she was very happy to be with him, always attracting her attention and gaze, Eriri felt that she still had not forgotten that ordinary otaku.

"Which dress should I wear?"

When there was still some time before the agreed time, the blonde girl was in her room, frowning at the various clothes in her closet.

Well, this one.

Eriri muttered to herself, grabbed a piece of clothing she had bought two days ago from the hanger, changed into slippers, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Compared to other delicate girls, Eriri's shower was considered fast, but it still took her more than half an hour to wash her golden hair. She put down the hair dryer in front of the bathroom mirror and changed into new clothes.

The white women's shirt is paired with a fresh and lovely beige jacket. There is also a cute bow at the collar of the shirt as an embellishment, which fully displays the girl's unique and gentle style.

Her lower body was the same pleated miniskirt and black over-the-knee socks as always. Finally, Eriri took two black ribbons, tied her hair into two ponytails, and put on her colored contact lenses in front of the mirror.

A sweet, delicate, and youthful petite beauty appeared in front of the mirror.

"Well, that guy might ask me to be his model, so I need to pick out the right clothes..."

Even though there was no one around, Eriri continued to explain to herself. She obediently sat in front of the dressing mirror in her bedroom again and put on some simple makeup. Although she was essentially a homebody, she was ahead of most girls of her age in terms of fashion.

This is a skill she has practiced since she was a child. As a young lady, she, like Yukinoshita Haruno, also has her own family responsibilities to shoulder.

"Finish!"

After putting the lid on the lip balm, Ying Lili nodded with satisfaction, took various painting tools, and went downstairs.

"Eh? Eriri?"

Sayuri Sawamura, who was eating snacks and watching TV on the sofa downstairs, heard the noise, turned around and looked at the bright and beautiful girl, her warm black eyes widened slightly.

As the person who knows Eriri best in the world, she knows very well that her daughter stays at home most of the time and rarely goes out. Even when she goes out, she will deliberately cover her face and never let outsiders see her true self. It is very rare for her to dress up like this.

Sayuri suddenly placed her folding fan against her chin, revealing an amused expression. She deliberately dragged out the last line of her words: "Oh my, are you secretly going to have a date with Tomoya-kun?"

Hearing her mother's bold question, her ears suddenly turned pink, and then she snorted:

"It's that light novel author whose drawing skills are horrible! He knelt down in the art room and begged me to teach him the basics of sketching. He even re-tightened the screws on his easel himself!"

Is that the child?

Sayuri Sawamura recalled for a moment, then uttered a meaningful "oh". She suddenly picked up the folding fan from the table, opened it with a swish, and said in a delicate voice:

"Oh?"

The folding fan quickly covered the lower half of Sayuri's face. The eyebrows and eyes of this beauty, who looked only slightly older than her daughter, were curved into crescents.

"So, if I were to meet this 'art coach' in Akihabara... by chance! Lunye-kun—"

Eriri's face turned even redder, and this time she turned her head away and said, "I already said it wasn't a date! So what if that idiot otaku sees us? 'Art training' is clearly written on my schedule!"

I don't know if she was shy about the topic with Kiyono or the topic with Tomoya Aki.

Sayuri Sawamura laughed and stopped teasing her. Instead, she gently reminded her to be careful on the road.

She watched Eriri's back as she left, her delicate face showing an inexplicable expression.

I'm actually rarely arrogant towards Xiaolun... It seems that the situation has developed in a new way without me noticing.

But Eriri is obviously still confused. What should she do?

Sayuri Sawamura tapped her head with a folding fan in distress.

Ying Lili didn't know what her mother was thinking. After she walked out of the house, she took out her cell phone and took a look. There were still forty minutes before the agreed time, which was just the right time. She didn't choose to ride a bike or take a taxi, but just walked over with her long legs.

On the way, she couldn't help but think in her heart.

Qingye will definitely be amazed by her, right?

Will you praise her?

With such anticipation, the girl's steps became lighter. After walking to a corner next to the agreed place, she straightened her dress and prepared to look for Qingye, or wait for him herself.

There was an angelic and flawless smile on her pretty face.

Take light steps.

Eyes raised.

Get ready for a perfect first kill.

Then, Miss Eriri suddenly clenched her fists and her expression became blank.

What appeared before my eyes was a slender young man with a bright smile. But this man was not important at the moment. What was important was...

There was a woman standing next to him.

She had long black hair that fell past her shoulders, and her face was cool yet cute. She stood there quietly, and the hustle and bustle around her did not let her feel any worldly touch.

That was Yukinoshita Yukino, his childhood sweetheart.

You're dating me... No, you're meeting me and bringing another woman with you!?

Eriri's face twisted slightly, she opened her mouth and revealed her little fangs, wishing she could bite Qingye's neck.

At this moment, the few pink bubbles that the girl had accumulated with great difficulty were all burst in an instant.

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ps: Once I overcome the terrible jet lag, the god Xiaoxiang will return for a limited time meow!

?095.清堕の英梨梨【5K】

Qingye had a reason to invite the righteous second lady - after all, it is easy for men and women to go out together on weekends to trigger accidents. If he invited one more person, all three of them could be at ease!

Although doing so might be a bit unnecessary, he still wanted to try his best to avoid the possibility of a more troublesome situation.

"This is the model I specially invited today." Qingye introduced seriously.

Eriri rushed in front of the two of them, her golden ponytail bouncing with her owner's mood. However, she stopped talking as soon as she said that and raised her eyebrows. After all, she and Kiyono didn't have a close relationship, so she wouldn't complain out loud.

——The favorability seems to have decreased.

After seeing Eriri's pretty face, Yukinoshita Yukino's expression was slightly stunned, as if she understood something - it seemed that Kiyono was very loyal to the Yukinoshita family.

——The favorability seems to have increased.

Sawamura Eriri snorted proudly, then led them into a niche cafe with her head held high and chest puffed out like a princess. However, she soon deflated like a punctured ball, because, because...

What’s going on with these two people!

The blonde girl's eyes kept scanning the two of them, the corners of her mouth twitching.

Their little fingers would touch accidentally when they handed over shopping bags, they would understand each other tacitly the moment their eyes met, and they were even so tacit that they could say "same old" at the same time when ordering... This familiarity that permeated their every move was like ivy that had been wrapped around them for ten years.