What kind of experience is it like to be reincarnated as a god judge?[Comprehensive]

Crush day is really a scary thing.

It can change a person's attributes drastically. No matter what kind of Buddha he is at ordinary times, he will be sensitive and irritable at this stage.

Over time, Apple has gone from being in the mood to tease the king to a mentality that stands in my way.

"Hehehe, isn't it just painting, there is nothing wrong with it."

While speaking, Apple kept waving the paper on the paper at an extremely fast speed.

Even if it is distorted, the slightly out-of-focus eyes can also reveal the state at this time.

The manuscript drawn is completely useless.

Seeing this, Tsurumaru took the initiative to bring over a plate of desserts.

"Anyway, let's take a break first. Xiaoguang made peony cakes, which can just add sugar."

Although it will lose moisture.

Of course, Apple, who was in a state of bewilderment, didn't pay attention to him.

Seeing this, Tsurumaru aimed at the time, grabbed Apple's pen, pulled it upwards, and successfully avoided Apple's hand trying to take it back.

"Take a break."

Looking at the bowl that was almost touching the tip of his nose, Apple picked it up with a long sigh of relief, took out a few paper towels and wiped his hands, and then picked up the pastry.

"Thank you."

Taking advantage of the spare time, Tsurumaru pointed to the completed drawing on Apple's desk and asked, "Is it convenient to take a look at it?"

Since it was hard to make a sound with the pastry stuffed in his mouth, Apple nodded.

The comics drawn by Apple are four-frame comics, which are based on the daily life of the king.

You also don't have any expectations for her specific requirements, as long as she doesn't draw collapses and can poke readers' cute spots, that's fine.

However, it is such a simple request that makes things difficult for Apple.

Tsurumaru stared at a few pages of comics for a while, then raised his eyes to Apple, with his lips pursed slightly.

"Let's talk, don't say now whether it will be returned later."

"Yeah, it's not that it's bad, cute is also very cute..."

Tsurumaru's hesitant words made Apple nodded in understanding.

"Abolish it."

In a simple sentence, the hard work in the middle of the night turned into bubbles.

"Eh?" Tsurumaru's eyes widened slightly, and he took a step forward, "But these manuscripts are usable."

"Usually, it's just salted fish and salted fish. It's a bit dangerous recently." Wiping his hands with a paper towel, Apple glanced at the half-drawn manuscript in his hand, and resolutely threw it aside.

"Dangerous?" Tsurumaru asked holding the drawing.

"There are a lot of great newcomers recently, such as Sakiko Yumeno and Arashi Yamahana."

After speaking, Apple paused and tilted its head.

"The painting style doesn't look like a newcomer at all."

The newcomers are all monster series.

"But is it really too late to scrap so many manuscripts?" Tsurumaru asked after counting the pages.

Apple sighed faintly, then turned to look at Tsurumaru, smiling as if seeing Mikawa Tsuru: "If you can't finish it, you will die."

Tsurumaru: "..."

What happened to the inexplicable sense of guilt in my heart?

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Tsurumaru asked.

Apple stopped writing, with a serious face: "There is indeed a very important thing that needs your help."

Seeing this, Tsurumaru nodded, with the same serious face, and asked, "What is it?"

"Give me spit, I'm going to choke to death."

The peony cake is really amazing.

Tsurumaru: "..."

Time is still passing, Apple's hand speed is getting faster and faster, and at the same time, the voice of broken thoughts is constantly coming out.

"I really can't blame me for things like painting style and inspiration. I can't let the king dance chacha in a hula. It's not bad to say that these little claws can swing well. It's unscientific to think about it."

"Oh wait, it's unscientific. The king is terribly smart in the comics, or the drawing should be a little stupid."

"Well, after all, how can I understand the activities of cats? If only I could draw people, at least I can be considered a human being."

"But it's very difficult to draw people, and now people don't know what they are doing. What is love, why do so many people like to watch other people fall in love? Alas, after all, it doesn't conform to the style of magazines. .”

The king who has been slandered all the time: "..."

The four people watching silently: "..."

"Sure enough, it's still the same state when the pressure increases." An Ding stared at her back, suppressing the slightly twitching corner of her mouth, "I still miss it."

On the contrary, Qingguang stroked his chin and thought: "It feels like a normal mental activity."

"It feels like it." Tsurumaru nodded.

"But it's pretty good." Guangzhong walked in with a tray, looked at the appearance of Apple lying on the table, and said, "Maybe this is her way to relieve stress."

"Wait, Hikaru." Tsurumaru focused on the teacup in his hand, and quickly pressed his shoulder, "Will something happen in the past now?"

He was affected by Apple's tragic smile just now.

Then he pointed to the discarded manuscript and time.

Unexpectedly, Mitsutada smiled slightly, and stuffed the tray in Tsurumaru's arms.

"No, this is up to you."

Tsurumaru: "?!!"

"Didn't you complain that you and your master seem to be a lot unfamiliar before, and this is also an opportunity for you."

"No..."

I really wanted to resign, but I didn't expect to be pushed back.

"Opportunities must be seized, and shouldn't you be determined to scare everyone?"

Guangzhong's smile didn't change, and he continued.

"Although the friends who usually do things together have been restrained recently, are you so discouraged?"

"I see." After a long silence, Tsurumaru grabbed the tray.

Apple, who was obsessed with rushing to draft, had no idea what was happening outside, and was still thinking about it.

"Isn't it liver!"

"Wow--"

The next moment, she was frightened by the mask with strange patterns that suddenly lay in front of her.

"It turned out to be scary."

Tsurumaru's cheerful voice came from behind.

Turning her head slowly, Apple showed her standard three-part smile.

"What's the way to die, choose one."

"A most frightening thank you please."

"Shocked! In the middle of the night, a cartoonist strangled a crane because of too much pressure."

Apple smiled innocently, tilted his head and asked back.

"What do you think of the title?"

Tsurumaru smiled sheepishly, and withdrew his hand: "Forget it, the fright you said is not fright."

"Then change to another way to die, I won't tell you."

"..."

"Forgive me."

Tsurumaru wittily confessed the scented tea hidden behind him.

Turning his head to glance at the time, Apple didn't intend to continue chatting with Tsurumaru, and took the teacup and finished it in one go.

"Thank you, I feel much more energetic." After finishing speaking, she planned to continue with the draft.

Unexpectedly, Tsurumaru in the back thought for a while, put the tray on the table, and hugged Apple's waist.

one-hand.

Apple, who lost his balance in an instant, grabbed his clothes reflexively.

"What are you going to do?" Apple, who felt that he was closer to the ground, twisted his waist with his backhand.

Well, hard, no meat at all.

"hiss……"

After taking a few breaths, Tsurumaru shook his arm and said pretending to be wronged.

"It's too much, I'm looking for the health of the only master of our family. I also specifically looked for some games to relax and relieve boredom."

"What?" Apple asked, yawning.

"Hmm... haven't figured out the details yet."

apple:"……"

"However, this kind of thing is still very interesting, such as drawing something on An Ding's face when he is asleep."

"Did An Ding fall asleep?" Apple asked him, tilting his head.

"not yet."

apple:"……"

"But isn't waiting a very good process?" Tsurumaru continued to encourage, "They are all big drawing boards after they fall asleep, the kind that draw casually."

After a long silence, Apple nodded decisively.

"It's a very good decision." Apple patted Tsurumaru's arm, motioning him to put himself down.

"But I don't have much time tonight, maybe I have to wait until next time."

Facing Tsurumaru's slightly disappointed face, Apple smiled slightly.

"However, I have a new proposal here, which happens to be of great help to me. Do you want to consider it?"

He opened his eyes slightly.

"I thought about it and thought that drawing a picture of the king in a small dress should get a good response."

She also dug out pet skirts from the closet.

"I bought it for the king last time, but I didn't succeed in persuading it even once. Do you see how likely it is for the two of us?"

Tsurumaru felt that his heart might be on a roller coaster.

After a brief silence, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up. Although he wanted to restrain himself, he couldn't help but finally burst out laughing.

"Hey, although this task is a bit arduous, as long as the two of us come out of the mountain again, we can create another glories."

"Come out again? Create another glories?"

Apple looked at him suspiciously, showing hesitation.

"Have I ever done such a naughty thing? I don't have much memory, so don't lie to me."

Tsurumaru shrugged his shoulders, resting his hands behind his head.

"Who knows, maybe Applesauce just hasn't found himself."

"If being mischievous is my ego, I'd still decide to keep it that way."

Tsurumaru smiled: "You said that in your previous life."

apple:"……"

Apple: "I have little memory, really don't lie to me."

"Well, who knows?" Tsurumaru's drawn out tone made her want to punch him.

And she also put in practice.

She stepped on Tsurumaru's instep.

"Ah hurts!"

Neither of them noticed that the king, who was quietly listening to the whole process in the corner, was in a broken mood at the moment.

Alas, I suddenly miss that fox in Honmaru back then.

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Dao Dao will come out next week, touch one by one _(:з」∠)_

Today is still a sweltering day, it looks like it will get hotter.

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Thank you very much for the name, just ask you to guess if I have fed mines or not

Thank you very much Mr. S for feeding the landmine, is it so powerful? By the way, I haven’t dug up my grandfather for a long time. I am very self-aware, and I am a Buddha.