What? ! the Girls Who Like Me Have Increased Again?

Putting the miso soup into his mouth, Fujiwara Oboro nodded slightly.

Yoshida Saki is a very unconfident girl.

So whenever there is even a little praiseworthy place, he will try to praise the other party as much as possible.

Just like that, the two began to enjoy the dinner that the girl had prepared with all her might.

The atmosphere became warmer for a while.

"Well, Fujiwara-san..."

"Speak, don't worry about anything."

Slightly urged the girl who hesitated.

"Will you...will you leave here often?"

Yoshida Saki was a little uneasy and asked this question.

"Why, are you in any trouble?"

Stopping the movements in his hands, Fujiwara Oboroya immediately looked at the child with concern.

After saving people to the west, he would never allow this child, who had finally escaped from the clutches of the devil, to be hurt again.

Kosaki shook her head lightly.

"No, it's just..."

The girl spoke out her scruples.

After all, this is someone else's house, and this kind of apartment looks very expensive.

Inside the house, there are also some things that look expensive

As the object of relief, she lived in other people's homes swaggeringly.

The girl always felt... a little uneasy.

"Really, don't think about it, can you still sell my house?"

A leisurely smile appeared on his face, and the boy teased that he didn't seem to care at all.

"This, this will not..."

The girl answered submissively.

"I believe in you, Kosaki."

Oboroya smiled at the girl, trying to reassure her.

He believes that although this person is not very smart, he is definitely not a bad boy by nature.

Moreover, in fact, he didn't care even if he was sold.

It's just a house.

He still has some ways to make quick money if he wants to.

Compared with this, he cares more about the child's physical and mental health.

"By the way, I mentioned the supplementary lessons before, and I went to the supplementary class to consult in person."

"The other party is a very good teacher. Let's take a look together when you have time?"

Fujiwara Oboroya said as he took out his mobile phone and handed it to the other party.

There are some reference materials on it.

If you work hard, maybe Xiaosaki can be admitted to Keio University like the heroine in "The Bottom Hot Girl".

If you don't look hard, no one will know the result.

However, in the face of the boy's proposal.

"Sorry... about the cram school, please wait and see."

After a moment of silence, what was waiting was the girl's rejection.

"Are you worried about tuition fees?"

Didn't feel angry because of this, Fujiwara Haku also asked.

The girl shook her head vigorously, not for this reason.

"Could it be... are you secretly writing light novels?"

Some pictures inexplicably came to mind, and the boy frowned and asked.

"Why do you think so?"

The girl was startled, and asked a little nervously.

"I got it right?"

Oboro also thought so in his heart.

He didn't make a fool of himself, and directly stated the reason.

"Because I saw you writing something secretly... didn't you?"

Unexpectedly, Ms. Yoshida shook her head, expressing her denial again.

"No, I'm not writing a novel."

In fact, when she was in the third grade of middle school, Kosaki once saw the news that a certain library was recruiting for the newcomer award.

Like many otaku who dream of becoming a light novelist.

Anyway, I don't have many friends, and I have too much time to panic.

The girl simply began to try to write a novel, and excitedly submitted the novel she had written for submission.

In my heart, I fantasized about winning the grand prize, successfully animating the novel, and then walking towards the pinnacle of life.

But, of course, this is unlikely to happen.

This world is not fair.

Not everyone has the talent of Kasumigaoka Shiwa.

Among the thousands of submissions that she thought would definitely win the award, she participated in the newcomer award.

As if it had never existed before, it disappeared without a sound.

Looking at the girl with a tangled face, she obviously has something on her mind.

"I think we need to have a good talk."

Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, Oboroya spoke slowly.

……

The two came to Miss Yoshida's room together.

It doesn't match the style of ordinary girls' bedrooms, because no one usually uses it, so it looks a bit empty here.

But did not care about these things.

Sitting in front of the computer desk, it was a notebook temporarily lent to the girl.

Open a software on the desktop.

The computer quickly runs a simple demo, which is the meaning of the sample project.

"So that's how it is... a fan game?"

The doujin here is not a secondary creation, but a bit informal and commercial.

The famous Xingyue and Dongfang were originally born as doujin.

Open the browser and search for some information.

Maybe it's because the world has a higher level of technology and people are more willing to invest money in entertainment.

It was only then that Hakuya Fujiwara discovered that the game industry culture in this world seemed to be much more prosperous in various senses than in his previous life.

Because the game engine has evolved more conveniently and labor costs have been greatly reduced, there are many independent game production teams of one person.

And, because no website dominates.

Relatively speaking, the treatment of game producers on each platform is more generous than in the previous life, and the commission is not too serious.

Seeing this, Fujiwara finally understood what the girl was doing secretly recently.

"I'm sorry, please give me some time..."

Kosaki lowered her head and asked in a disappointed mood.

Originally, she didn't intend to tell the other party these things.

But under the aggressive questioning of this man, everything had to be exposed.

Did not continue to experience that simple program.

Turning around, Fujiwara Oboroya put the laptop together expressionlessly.

"Why... why do you want to do such a thing?"

It's not easy to write novels, but is it easy to make games?

Kosaki should understand this very well.

"Sorry……"

For this question, Ms. Yoshida seemed hesitant to speak, and finally chose to refuse to answer very stubbornly.

He just blindly expressed his apology to this person.

Seeing this situation, Okuya couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He opened a thick notebook on the table and began to check the contents inside.

There was a long silence between the two.

After about ten minutes.

"Don't make that look...well, I'm with you."