Beautiful Girl Strategy Guide

"Eriri, don't sleep during class!"

The classmates around her reminded her in low voices. Eriri, who was resting on the desk, opened her eyes vaguely and saw the teacher on the podium looking at her. She forced herself to cheer up and opened her English textbook.

As a mixed-race British and Japanese girl, her English grades are the worst. I don't know how many times she has been the butt of jokes.

She flipped through the book at the teacher's pace and couldn't help but raise her head to look out the window. With each page she turned, her eyelids drooped a little, and before she could keep up with her progress, her upper and lower eyelids had happily closed.

It was only when the teacher approached her and knocked on the table that Eriri finally cheered up.

"Make sure you get enough rest at night."

There was laughter in the classroom. Eriri covered her red face with the textbook and hated Teacher Enjo who had tortured her until midnight last night.

After class, the friend sitting next to her approached curiously: "Didn't Eriri get enough rest last night?"

"My father brought some diplomatic friends with him, and I was taken to show off my talents. Then they made so much noise that I couldn't rest properly." Eriri smiled and threw the problem to her father.

She didn't want her classmates to know that Eriri, a second-grader, was secretly an adult painter.

"That's amazing. Eriri's father is a man who serves his country."

Her friends were very envious, because in a school like Sobu High School there weren't many students of Eriri's level.

In the island nation, class distinctions are already evident from high school. Although there are no clear rules, in most cases, the children of the wealthy and civil servants have better relationships, and most of them are concentrated in international classes that will study abroad in the future.

Eriri is an exception. She has no plans to return to her home country, so she did not attend the international class. She is also very friendly with others. After a year of living there, she made some friends at Sobu High School.

Service? If talking, shopping and eating every day can be called service, then my father is indeed the most dedicated public servant.

Eriri was lost in thought. After her surrounding friends gradually dispersed, she took a deep breath, picked up her cell phone, and began typing frantically.

[Kasumigaoka, get out of here, you wretched woman! What kind of side job are you introducing me to?]

As she typed, Eriri's ears still echoed with the endless instructions from the previous night. She bit her lower lip, wishing she could grab Kasumigaoka, who had pushed her into the fire, and bite him.

"Professor Kashiwagi, the characters cannot be so obscene, as it would mislead children."

"Professor Kashiwagi, characters can't be that simple. The ones using our faces are teenagers who have nowhere to vent."

"Ah, Mr. Kashiwagi, is my request too much? I'm sorry, but please review this instruction."

Kasumigaoka managed to repeat such contradictory words until two in the morning. Only when she was lying on the table, powerless, did the other party feel a little satisfied.

"Although it hasn't met my expectations yet, we will continue to move forward in that direction. Thank you, Mr. Kashiwagi!"

Kasumigaoka, you big-headed ghost, if she can get Yanshang to see it, Eriri will promise to tell him why the flowers are so red!

[This was a request from my editor, so I couldn't refuse.]

Even though she couldn't see Kasumigaoka's expression, Eriri could imagine that she must be lying on the table and laughing uncontrollably.

[What's wrong? Is Kasumigaoka difficult to deal with? If not, just reject him.]

On the top floor of Sobu Middle School, Kasumigaoka Utaha, wearing her spring school uniform, was lying on her stomach. Her obscenely large breasts were tightly bound in the uniform, revealing their perfect forms as she bent over.

Her round and slender legs were covered in seductive black stockings, and her calves were restlessly intertwined under the table, producing a slight rubbing sound.

As Eriri's eternal rival, although they have collaborated on illustrations several times, their relationship does not seem to be improving. When Sonoko came to her to complain about the lack of good painters, she immediately thought of Eriri.

Rising star Kasumigaoka Utaha has always been famous for his strict demands within Phoenix, and more than one illustrator has been pushed out because of him!

[Reject? How is that possible? He promised that if my illustrations were good enough, he would promote me in the new volume. His book has already sold over 200,000 copies, right? It will soon be adapted into an anime. Kashiwagi Eri's name will soon be known in Tokyo. Kasumigaoka, just wait until you eat my exhaust fumes!]

Animes?!

Kasumigaoka's trembling legs calmed down.

If I remember correctly, she joined Phoenix two years before Kasumigaoka.

Furthermore, her "Metronome of Love" is already a complete work, so there's no need to worry about the risk of a bad ending. That guy's "Sword Art Online" was only serialized in the second volume!

No matter how high the sales are, there is no reason for the film to be adapted into animation before hers. Her works must also be very popular.

[Kasumigaoka, you've been bragging about your anime adaptation for two years, but why is there still no sign of it? Did a newcomer steal the opportunity?]

[You wrote two years more than him, but you fell behind.]

Kasumigaoka frowned, ignored Eriri's sarcasm, and turned to find his editor.

When the bell rang for class, Kasumigaoka Utaha lifted her long hair, and her pretty face showed a changeable expression.

The good news is that Enshang has not taken over the position and the resources of Phoenix Bookstore are still in use. The reason why the animation has not moved forward is that the producers are not optimistic about "Love Metronome."

The bad news is that "Sword Art Online" was a project that the producers actively approached and requested cooperation with, and more than one production team had their eyes on this light novel that only appeared last year.

According to Sonoko, Mr. Enjo's work was scheduled to be adapted into an animation as soon as it was written, and now it's just a matter of finding the most generous sponsor among several sponsors.

As for "Love Metronome," it sounds more like a book created by a stepmother. No matter how Phoenix Bookstore promotes it, it seems that few people are interested in it.

To use an inappropriate metaphor, "Sword Art Online" is like a popular oiran. While the customers' eyes may be fixed on the faces of other women, their real goal is to win the oiran's sympathy.

"Love Metronome" is the prostitute that others would look at in their free time. In name, he sells his art but not his body, but in his heart he has longed to find a suitable person to entrust his love to.

So, she, the great teacher Kasumi Utako, was left behind by a newcomer?

She's not convinced!

"A-choo." Natsume Rinno sneezed, suspecting that Yukino was talking badly about him behind his back.

Yesterday's meeting was effective. Yukino's account, which had been blocked by him, was released again. Now that they had met, it would be immoral to continue pretending to be dead.

"Natsume, the teacher is calling you."

Totsuka Ayaka returned from the ball game and sneaked up on Natsume Rinno as she passed by him and said, "Hiratsuka-sensei's expression isn't good. Be careful."

"be sure."

Natsume Rinno put down his lunch and walked out of the classroom with his head held high under Ayaka's worried gaze.

How could a simple Shizuka Hiratsuka suppress a time traveler like him?

joke!

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