Tokyo: The story begins with a confession.

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They really are a handful...

Uesugi Kenichi muttered something under his breath, exuding an incredibly sharp aura.

He ran to Sakura-sou as fast as he could, his eyes scanning every trace around him.

Where will she go?

After thinking for a moment, Uesugi Kenichi gave up on continuing to consider it. It was clearly impossible for him to judge Mashiro using the thinking of a normal person.

Since they left with a suitcase, there must have been quite a few traces, and the weight of the pure white suitcase is unclear.

He soon saw the tracks left by the pulley on the road and followed them.

The tracks of the pulleys disappeared completely when they reached an intersection.

His gaze fell upon the three roads ahead, and without the slightest hesitation, he chose the left road, his intuition telling him that Mashiro was heading this way.

This is the keen intuition that comes with his super intuition!

He ran through the streets, his eyes rapidly scanning each person in front of him, taking in every single face.

Finally, on a secluded street, he spotted a figure with light blond hair wearing a sun hat.

He immediately recognized Mashiro from just a glimpse of her back.

Wow, you really ran a long way!

He stopped, took out his phone to let Chihiro Sengoku know he was safe, and then quietly walked over.

As if guided by fate, the girl seemed to sense his arrival even before he got close and suddenly turned around.

In an instant, a smile appeared on Mashiro's exquisite and beautiful face, and her eyes shone with dazzling brilliance.

She put down her suitcase and ran over without a care, throwing herself into Uesugi Kenichi's arms.

"...Mmm, that's wonderful." The girl greedily inhaled the scent a few times, showing no embarrassment whatsoever, only pure joy.

After a moment of stiffness, Uesugi Kenji gently placed his hand on the girl's back.

"How did you end up here?" His tone was a mixture of concern and reproach.

"be lost."

“I know you’re lost. I’m asking why you ran out all by yourself without saying a word. Don’t you know it’s dangerous? Aren’t you afraid someone will kidnap you?”

If it were any other girl that big, it wouldn't be a problem, but for Masashiki, it might be a different story.

"Because I wanted to go to the Ken family's place, but I couldn't find them." Mashiro said, her tone tinged with grievance. "I won't be kidnapped. I'm very smart."

The girl put on a clever look as she spoke, but no matter what, she still looked silly.

He couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, feeling Zhenbai's simple yet extremely pure emotions, and couldn't help but pinch her cheek.

"Why do you trust me so much?" he asked curiously.

He really couldn't understand it; a mere day together shouldn't have built such a deep level of trust.

"Because of intuition."

I believe you!

"Kenichi is a good person, I can feel it, and my heart beats very fast when I see him. It's a very unfamiliar feeling, but I like him a lot." Mashiro said, taking his hand and placing it on her chest.

……

This was a simple but incredibly fast straight shot that was impossible to defend against.

It's obvious that Kenichi Uesugi struck out.

Chapter 118 is not yet 16

Uesugi Kenichi blushed and quickly withdrew his hand. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized no one had noticed.

"Don't do things like that on the street. Okay, let's go home." He said, and dragged the girl's abandoned suitcase over.

"Which house are we going to?" Mashiro didn't move, but stared intently at Uesugi Kenichi.

"Go back to my house, go back to my house, okay? Hurry up and go, it'll get dark again if we keep going, it's such a hassle." He said, then turned around and walked forward with a flustered look on his face.

Shiina Mashiro watched as Uesugi Kenichi strode ahead, a beautiful smile spreading across his face, like cherry blossoms in full bloom in March, countless beautiful cherry blossoms gently dancing in the air, the most beautiful sight in the world.

In fact, Mashiro did not lie to Uesugi Kenichi; she thought she was really very clever.

Perhaps she was born with a pure heart, and later devoted all her energy to painting, the girl possessed a childlike innocence that most people could not have.

She can see a person's true inner self better than anyone else.

The girl could easily spot those with ill intentions at a glance, while Uesugi Kenichi appeared to her like a dazzling light in the darkness.

"Hurry up and catch up, or we won't wait for you."

Hearing Uesugi Kenichi's urging, Mashiro followed with a faint smile that was barely noticeable unless you looked closely, and tugged at the hem of his clothes.

"My heart is beating so fast." The girl couldn't help but cover her chest, trying to calm her racing heart, but it only beat faster.

He took Mashiro home and put her luggage back in the room where she had stayed the night before. Unlike the night before, this time they welcomed a long-term guest.

Can you organize your things yourself?

"Forget it, I'll do it."

Thinking about the scene that Mashiro might create while tidying up the clothes, he decisively gave up the idea. Anyway, he had already seen all the clothes he needed to see, so he couldn't be bothered to care anymore.

"Hmm." Mashiro had no objection at all. She took her computer out of her suitcase, placed it on the desk, and began to draw.

He now understood what Chihiro Sengoku meant by focus. Once Mashiro entered a state of drawing, she exuded a very sharp aura, and even her eyes became different from usual.

After tidying up his clothes, he took out Mashiro's change of clothes for tonight, including her underwear. In fact, these were the most important things; he didn't want Mashiro to be wandering around the room empty-handed later.

After tidying up, I saw that Mashiro was still focused on drawing, so I didn't disturb her. I gently closed the door and left.

He picked up the phone and called Chihiro Sengoku.

"Mashiro is with me now."

"Really? That's great."

"Ahem, because of your performance today, I think it's best to let Mashiro stay with me for the time being. You don't have any objections, do you?"

"Oh~ Weren't you unwilling this morning? I'm already on my way. If you really don't want to, you don't have to force yourself." Chihiro's tone was teasing.

On the road?

How could that be? It's so hot outside, wouldn't it be more comfortable to stay at home with the air conditioning on?

"Enough with the nonsense, that's all."

"Hi, hi, hi, then I'll be leaving Mashiro in your care. But just a friendly reminder, although Mashiro is cute, please note that she won't turn 16 for another two months~"

"I don't understand what you're saying at all!" Uesugi Ken's face darkened and he immediately hung up the phone.

Is there still two months left?

Woohoohoo~

What are you thinking about? !

He slapped his forehead. It was all Kasumigaoka Utaha's fault; she had completely piqued his interest in things like 404 errors.

Should Mashiro hire a girl to take care of her since she's like this?

If he remembers correctly, Mashiro (BBBi) should have attended Suimei Arts School, just like Misaki, which seems to be in a completely different direction from his own schooling...

On the other side, Chihiro Sengoku, in a very cheerful mood, happily took a can of beer from the refrigerator and started gulping it down.

With Uesugi around, Mashiro should be able to realize her dream, right?

After hanging up the phone, he went back upstairs to check on Mashiro's condition.

dong dong.

No one responded.

Sighing inwardly, Uesugi Kenichi opened the door, wondering what the point of installing it was.

Mashiro was completely oblivious to Uesugi Kenichi's arrival, lost in a terrifying concentration.

He walked over quietly, and sure enough, it was still the same style and lines that were very attractive at first glance.

But this story is really terrible...

"Mashiro, stop for a moment and have some fruit." He gently patted Mashiro's shoulder.

Only then did Mashiro notice Uesugi Kenichi. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and she tidied up the manuscript on the table and handed it to Uesugi Kenichi.

"Could you take a look at the painting and tell me how it is?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.

"Okay." Uesugi Kenichi smiled and accepted it, then took a chair and sat down to read it.

Mashiro sat quietly to the side, seemingly oblivious to the fruit placed there, nervously watching Uesugi Kenichi flipping through the sketches, awaiting his evaluation.

Although she is a world-class drawing genius, she is a complete novice in the world of comics. Apart from her editor, Kenichi Uesugi was her first reader.

Kenichi Uesugi looked at it carefully; this stack of manuscripts was not the same story he had seen that morning.

As I said before, there's really nothing to criticize about the art style. In fact, it's so detailed that it needs to be a little rougher to better fit the comic's style.

But the story is as bad as ever, simply presenting a diary entry in the form of illustrations.

The feeling is that today was sunny and breezy, I went out and met a boy, fell in love with him, and that was it.

There is no further description of the characters' inner thoughts, nor is there the expected plot development.

As Mashiro watched Uesugi Kenichi's brows furrow deeper and deeper, she felt her heart leap into her throat. Nervously, she watched as Uesugi Kenichi put down the sketch in his hand, awaiting his judgment.

"Well..." He looked at the girl in front of him and thought for a moment before deciding to tell the truth, "It's terrible. If I were a reader, I would absolutely not buy this comic."

"Is it really that bad..." Mashiro seemed to have lost all her energy in an instant, collapsing limply onto the bed.

Chapter 119 Maybe He's a Scumbag?

"So how should I improve?" A hint of confusion appeared in Mashiro's eyes. Although she had heard the same words from the editor many times before, she still felt a little heartbroken.

Uesugi Kenichi was taken aback when he heard Mashiro's question. He had thought Mashiro might be angry, but he didn't expect her to recover so quickly.

"Actually, it's not too bad."