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◎I need you so much! ◎

Although it is a waste draft, the storyboard and character dynamics are still beautiful to the naked eye.

A small serial number is marked in the area divided by the line, and the corresponding serial number is also pasted on the brush of Mari Nishijima with a round sticker.

Echizen Ryuya picked out the paintbrush with the corresponding serial number, and painted the color on the waste manuscript.When he lowered his head to color the manuscript, Nishidao Mari purposely went around him, knelt down and watched him color it carefully.

The tip of the paintbrush rubbed against the manuscript paper, making a 'swish' sound.

Like crushed rice cakes.

The fingers holding the paintbrush are slender, and the nails are trimmed and rounded.

The color spreads smoothly on the paper.The effect was even better than what Mari Nishijima had imagined. Echizen Ryuya's sensitivity to color far exceeded her initial expectations.

Echizen Ryuya: "I finished the painting, so I can..."

Mari Nishijima held his hand excitedly: "Yes! Very good!"

"Echizen-kun, please be my assistant! I really need you!"

She held Echizen Ryuya's hand holding the brush with both hands together, and stared at Echizen Ryuya with her round and harmless eyes.

Human eyes bear no resemblance to stars.

But now that Mari Nishijima was watching eagerly, Echizen Ryuya only had the vulgar and appropriate adjective "her eyes are as bright as stars" left in his mind.

Echizen Ryuya did not answer immediately.

After Nishijima kept this action for five or six seconds, her hands felt a little sore, and at the same time, she belatedly realized that her request was very abrupt.

After a little bit of sanity returned, Nishijima Mari immediately realized that she was holding Echizen Ryuya's hand very out of bounds.

She made amends for herself with a dry tone: "Of course, if Echizen-kun is not willing..."

Mari Nishijima was ready to let go of Echizen Ryuya's hand.As soon as her clenched fingers loosened a bit, Echizen Long Ya turned her back and grabbed her tightly.

Echizen Ryuya's palm size is completely proportional to his body shape, and he can easily hold both of Nishijima Mari's hands in his palm.

The sudden change made Nishijima Mari stunned.

Echizen Ryuya blinked and said, "I don't have experience as an assistant. If the truth-chan doesn't dislike me, I'm happy to help~"

When he spoke, he drew a little tail, and his tone was light and playful.

If I have to say it, it's a little too frivolous... a bit like the kind of beautiful flowers that attract bees and butterflies.

Mari Nishijima struggled a bit, Echizen Ryuya let go of her hand immediately.

She put her hands behind her back and coughed dryly: "It's okay, I don't have high requirements for my assistant... As long as I can be responsible for coloring, and occasionally help me paste dots, that's fine. I can do the rest of the work by myself."

"The curry rice is getting cold, let's eat first!"

After hastily sweeping the brushes and waste manuscripts on the table into a pile, Mari Nishijima pushed the cold curry rice in front of Ryuya Echizen.

Echizen Ryuya didn't pursue it, and sat down obediently and began to eat curry rice.Nishijima Mari breathed a sigh of relief at his 'well-behaved', she packed up the paintbrushes and waste manuscripts on the desktop, and put them back in her room.

Mari Nishijima has never told anyone else about serializing comics in the magazine, nor has she admitted her identity as a cartoonist in public.

Because I am still a student, recruiting assistants has become a very troublesome thing.

Neighbor Nozaki Umetaro has found a few classmates who can help and keep a secret, but those classmates are not good at coloring.

Coloring happens to be the hardest part of Nishijima.

After eating the takeaway, Mari Nishijima cleared the table, and sat down with Echizen Ryuya across a glass coffee table, facing each other.

Mari Nishijima originally wanted to talk to him about the details of the 'assistant'.But after sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Nishijima Mari found that she had to look up to look at Echizen Ryuya's face.

She thought about it, got up, and sat down on the sofa as if nothing had happened.After sitting down, Mari Nishijima glanced at the other party, Echizen Ryuya didn't seem to notice anything, and sat obediently on the carpet.

As soon as their eyes met, Echizen Ryuya curved his lips and smiled.

Mari Nishijima coughed dryly: "Let's talk about the assistant in detail... Echizen-kun, do you have a driver's license or student ID or something that can prove your identity?"

Echizen Ryuya: "It's a little difficult to get a student ID card, but I have a driver's license. But they are all damaged in the sea water, so I need to get a replacement."

Nishijima Mari: "...was soaked in sea water?"

Echizen Ryuya put his hands on his bent knees, with an innocent and well-behaved expression: "Yes, because my sea motorcycle ran out of power halfway, I fell into the sea and was washed to the beach by the waves."

Nishijima's eyes widened: "... You were washed up on the beach by the waves, instead of lying on the beach?"

Echizen Ryuya touched his chin: "Ah, do you think I was lying on the beach looking at the scenery and then you accidentally stepped on my wrist?"

"..."

Mari Nishijima coughed dryly: "Generally speaking, people would think so."

"By the way, where did you come from? You were able to drive the sea motorcycle until it ran out of battery."

There are too many slots for this reason, so many that Nishijima Mari doesn’t know where to start complaining.

But Echizen Ryuya said quite outrageous words very naturally: "It came from the open sea."

"I was originally here to participate in a cruise feast, but something went wrong with the host, and the ship sank accidentally. I had to drive the sea motorcycle to the nearest coastal area of ​​the Sea of ​​Japan, hoping to run out of battery. You can go ashore before."

"However, I still overestimated the power of the sea motorcycle. In the end, I was soaked in the sea for two hours before being sent ashore by the high tide."

"..."

Mari Nishijima stared at Echizen Ryuya's face, hoping that he would explain 'this is a joke' with a smile in the next second.But Echizen Ryuya's expression was natural, and he even showed a somewhat regretful expression.

Mari Nishijima: "May I ask, Echizen-kun, you are not on the international wanted list... and you are not on the Japanese police's wanted list, are you?"

Echizen Ryuya sternly said: "Please rest assured, although I neither go to school nor work, I can still be regarded as a law-abiding jobless vagrant."

"..."

The slots have become denser, Echizen-kun.

"However," Mari Nishijima asked suspiciously, "If you don't go to school or work like this, does your family have any objections?"

Echizen Ryuya propped his chin with one hand, looked up at Mari Nishijima slightly.He didn't speak, his dark green forehead fell down, and his cat-like eyes were silent.

Nishijima Mari was stared at inexplicably guilty, and was about to say that it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t answer——Echizen Ryuya suddenly said: "I have no family members, and I have been living in a host family before. Later, because I felt that the life of a host family was very boring, so and escaped."

He played it lightly, and finished the past in a few sentences.Even the modifiers used when referring to Haimoto just now are more than the modifiers used when referring to family members.

Mari Nishijima really felt guilty this time, with a little guilt mixed in.She touched the tip of her nose, avoiding Echizen Ryuya's gaze: "Ah... this, this... I'm so sorry—"

-Complete-