The Low Force System Has Always Wanted Me to Dress As a Woman

"Does it still hurt? Then why did you come here just now as if nothing happened? Could it be that there was something wrong with the wound just now?"

Jingu Rin was a little surprised, he thought that Mashiro was fine, but now it seems that he should be more careful.

"Well, I can't walk."

Mashiro said seriously that it didn't hurt at first, and she went upstairs and downstairs to get the drawing board to drink water in the afternoon, but for some reason, she felt the wound flare up again when she saw Rin Jingu, and she didn't want to walk by herself at all.

"Then you still have to pay attention, come on, I'll carry you over."

Jingomiya Rin reached out and hugged Mashiro, the pet girl curled up in his arms and showed a very reassuring expression, this is the feeling, Mashiro is very satisfied in this state now, her rainbow-colored eyes are hazy, and her cherry-pink lips are slightly parted: "Rin, carry me upstairs."

I always feel that Jingu Rin is more attractive to me today. I don’t even want to touch the important manga Mashiro now. I just want to lie comfortably in the bed with him. It would be great if I could always look like this.

"What time is it now, you just want to sleep, the cat is not as lazy as you, you don't have to go to school all day today, you should sleep enough, sleep all day, watch TV and then rest."

Jingu Rin didn't stop Zhenbai's words, carried her upstairs but put her on the sofa, placed her Jinggong Rin comfortably next to Zhenshiro and turned on the TV. How could such a good time for watching dramas be given up casually? He has watched half of it, and this TV series is only short of more than 200 episodes.

Jingu Rin's hobby is really special.

"I didn't sleep, I've been drawing today."

Zhenbai pouted dissatisfiedly, and now she doesn't like Jingu Rin anymore, she didn't sleep all day, she painted upstairs in the morning, and painted in the living room at noon while waiting for Jingu Rin to come home. Cats are lazy and not happy at all.

"Oh, what did you draw today?"

Jingu Rin is interested, and now it is still an advertisement, so I can just enjoy Mashiro's paintings.

(Thanks to Xue Naijiang who wears glasses~, Huahe's reward, 3Q~)

Chapter 290 Three Titles Cannot Be Revealed

"Draw this."

Zhenbai moved over slowly, took up the drawing board in her hand, she was very confident in her drawing skills, she was a little nervous this time, she scratched the drawing board with her ten fingers, leaving nail marks on the white drawing paper, She hopes to get the approval of Rin Jingu.

"This... This is... Kirito?"

Jingu Rin stared at the drawing board and couldn't move away. On the drawing paper was a man in black, with two swords behind his back, one black and one blue. The black windbreaker and black hair, although it was in line with the one in his heart It doesn't look like much, but these characteristics should be the protagonist in his novel.

"Well, it's Kirito."

Zhenbai breathed a sigh of relief. I heard him say that he needed an illustrator before. Zhenbai read his novel carefully and drew it according to the appearance in his heart. It should be like this.

"Zhenbai, you are really amazing!"

Jingomiya Rin happily reached out and hugged Mashiro's waist and turned around. He couldn't find a suitable interjection, and he was about to do it himself. Unexpectedly, Mashiro drew it before him. Although it was a bit different from what he wrote, But Jingu Rin did receive her share of the heart.

"Rin, can I draw it directly into your novel?"

Mashiro was turned around by him a few times before being put back on the sofa. She held Jingu Rin's hand for a long time before she could speak the complete sentence, feeling dizzy, as if she was standing on a cloud.

"Well, although the clothes are a bit different from what I thought, but it's no problem as an interjection. Now, I have an illustrator..."

Mashiro's stunned look made Rin Jingu stop halfway through his speech, painter, illustrator, Mashiro is his own illustrator, his own illustrator... I can't tell the difference stupidly.

"Different? What should it look like?"

Mashiro put down the drawing board, and she must draw the best. The girl does not allow her work to have a little flaw in Jingu Rin's heart. Since it does not meet his mind, she must redraw.

"Well, for example, the sword should be like this, and the clothes..."

Jingu Rin pointed to the black-clothed swordsman on the paper. Although he only had text memory, he knew exactly what a black-clothed swordsman was like. After all...he had completed it 100%...

"I can't imagine... Rin can do it."

Mashiro closed his eyes and meditated for a while, but opened his eyes in distress. Rin said what does it mean to have softer lines on the face, and the shape of the two swords, isn't it the knight's sword in the middle ages, what does it look like.

"Hmm... wait a minute, let me show you a demonstration after watching TV?"

Jingu Rin looked at the time, the TV series is about to start, tonight's plot is very exciting, he is reluctant to leave the TV now.

But the stubborn Mashiro obviously didn't intend to let him go like this. The girl knelt down on the sofa obediently, staring at him with her non-human eyes. To help Jingu Rin, it is necessary, immediately, immediately!

Jingu Rin felt uncomfortable being stared at by Zhenbai like this. He wanted to bite the bullet and not care, but Zhenbai, the annoying little fairy, moved around and forced himself to look at her. Forget it, see if she is hurt or not. For good sake, spoil her.

"Listen, now you watch TV seriously for me, and remember the plot carefully. I will ask you later, and I will find a way for you."

Jingu Rin poked Mashiro's forehead, hum, feel free to be proud, when did I, Jingu Rin, spoil others so much, if I didn't see you hurt and pitiful, I wouldn't let you see it.

Zhenbai touched his forehead with his small hand, and looked at the back of Jingu Rin going upstairs, a touching smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he knew that Jingu Rin would not let him down, and it felt good to be pampered.

Jingu Rin returned to his room, he took a deep breath and opened the closet, a dazzling array of women's clothing occupied most of the place, beautiful skirts, school uniforms, armor... everything, these are all Miss Low's day and night Her painstaking efforts, each piece is soaked in her love for Rin Jingu.

【Hmm... you slept so comfortably, Rin, it's time for the TV to start. 】

The voice of Miss Low rang in Rin Jingu's mind. She was addicted to sleep and settled her mind at this time. Watching dramas with Rin Jingu every day is also her hobby.

【Hey, Rin, you didn't watch TV...Wow, I didn't expect that we already have so much in stock. Rin, what do you want to do, is it possible that you want to find something to wear now?Now I have to give my opinion. You see, I have a bandage outfit here, and it looks pretty in it. Action is worse than action. Do you want to try it? 】

[Don't bother me, I'm busy. 】

Jingomiya Rin ignored Miss Low, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic. She Low herself could not follow Low. The host and the system must have a normal one. He pushed aside those women's clothes and kept searching in the corner of the closet, remembering to put them here The... I found it!

【what?You want to wear this dress, I regret stealing this dress, saying that there is no difference between women's clothing and men's clothing, I think I was really out of my mind at the time, this dress has bad reviews, bad reviews. 】

Ms. Low has a lot of opinions on this dress. She is a serious women's clothing system. How did this unscrupulous dress get into her collection cabinet.

The premise of losing one's wit is to have wisdom. It is still unknown whether Miss Low has wisdom. Jingu Rin ignored the pricks of Low in her head, and with a shake of her hands, she unfolded her black swordsman suit neatly on the on the ground.

My own memory of Sword Art Online comes from wearing this dress. At that time, it was 100% completed without much effort or even without chest pads. This dress was completely male in Jingu Rin’s eyes. Fortunately, he thought it was It was Low who forced his conscience to realize that it had evolved into a serious system.