Tokyo: The story begins with a confession.

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Upon hearing this, Mashiro's eyes lit up immediately, and she straightened her body slightly, ready to accept the praise.

"Your art style and skills are impeccable; in this respect, you are far ahead of others."

"Mmm, and there's more!" A single ahoge (cowlick) on Shinpaku's head bobbed rapidly, indicating the owner's good mood.

"Nope."

"Oh, that's it."

"Isn't this enough?" Uesugi Kenichi glared at Mashiro with annoyance. Such painting skills require 20 years of honing and talent to reach this level, and you're still not satisfied?

It's worth noting how many comic book learners become apprentices just to learn these drawing techniques.

"Your painting skills are exceptional, that goes without saying. That's your strength, but you also have some weaknesses."

"Why?" Mashiro's eyes were filled with confusion; it was the first time she had ever heard that being good at drawing was a disadvantage.

"First of all, you need to understand that what people want to see when they read comics is the story, and the art style is just an auxiliary factor. If you draw every single page so well, it will be too tiring for them to look at."

Mashiro nodded as if suddenly realizing something, then looked somewhat troubled, "But I can't draw it as meticulously anymore, I can't draw it any rougher."

If other cartoonists heard you say that, they would definitely cry.

When reading comics, you often see some with very rough lines. Some of these are because that's how the story is set, but a large part of them are simply because it's impossible to draw such a refined style.

It has to be said that this is a very sad thing.

Many of the comics we see today are actually not written by the same person; there are often collaborations, where one person provides the idea and story, and another person does the drawing.

After thinking for a moment, Uesugi Kenichi took out a piece of drawing paper and quickly started drawing on it with his brush.

Mashiro walked over curiously, watching Uesugi Kenichi's actions, and then the surprise in her eyes grew deeper and deeper.

In about ten minutes, a drawing was completed, which was incredibly fast.

Before Uesugi Kenichi could hand over the drawing, Mashiro had already snatched it away.

"Wow, that's amazing! Qianyi, you can draw comics too?"

Mashiro looked at the boy on the drawing paper, who was wearing a straw hat, one hand pressing down on the brim, and showing a cheerful smile, and sincerely praised him.

This painting is far removed from her in terms of painting technique, but it immediately catches the eye and makes people want to explore the story of this boy.

"I know a little." Uesugi Kenichi chuckled lightly.

Luffy's image is indeed very likable; just looking at him makes you smile.

Although One Piece's art style is somewhat rough and the characters' appearances are all quite bizarre, its powerful storytelling has managed to deeply imprint this art style into people's hearts.

"Look, this art style looks very rough, but from a comic book perspective, it is outstanding."

"All you need to do is use your excellent drawing skills to tell a good story."

Upon hearing this, Mashiro fell into deep thought, and then said with some expectation, "But I don't know how to tell a story. Ayano also told me to read more shoujo manga, and I tried to draw them, but I still can't do it."

The girl sounded somewhat dejected.

Upon hearing this, Uesugi Kenichi pondered for a moment and then turned his gaze to Mashiro.

Judging from the current situation, she seems to lack life experience, and it's possible that painting has occupied all her time.

However, there is a solution to her situation.

"I have a few suggestions for you. If you really can't think of any good stories, you can start by drawing some things in your life in the form of comics."

"Sounds good?" Mashiro's eyes lit up. "Anything else?"

"Another option is to find a light novel and present its content in the form of a manga."

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"Hmm."

"Finally, you can find someone to provide the plot, that is, the story, and you are responsible for drawing the comic. This way, you will have a much better start."

Once you truly understand how to tell a story, you'll be able to create your own.

"Thank you, I understand." Mashiro stood up and thanked him sincerely.

"Actually, you... never mind, it's nothing."

Seeing the excitement and eagerness in Mashiro's eyes, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

In fact, he felt that Mashiro, with such high painting talent, should really pursue art exhibitions, and perhaps she would become a painter who would be remembered for generations.

..... ........ .......

Drawing comics is actually a bit of a waste, since not everyone has that kind of talent.

But what does it matter if she really likes it...?

After finishing dinner, Mashiro immediately ran back to her room and started drawing manga, seemingly intending to follow his advice and start drawing scenes from daily life.

He glanced at it and then left without saying anything more, only reminding me to take a shower.

I haven't seen Shiyu for the past two days, and I wonder where she's gone.

Uesugi Kenichi sat in the living room and poured himself a pot of tea. Since Shiyu's house was right across from his, she usually spent the most time there. Occasionally, she would stay overnight and play a basketball game with him—the really intense kind.

Saeko Busujima also came frequently, often helping her tidy up the house and clean up whenever she had free time. Contrary to her strong and aloof appearance, she had a gentle and kind personality.

As for Eriri, she is very easy to bully or rather, she is brave enough to provoke others, and then she gets angry and throws a tantrum.

Add to that the seemingly gentle but actually cunning Kato Megumi, whose cultivation has reached the level of a saint, and it's safe to say that there's never a moment of peace in the house.

No, now we also need to add Shiina Mashiro...

He slumped limply onto the sofa, not knowing how he had suddenly become like this.

Maybe I should face the truth: I'm essentially a scumbag.

Chapter 120 Mashiro's Request

He was startled by his own speculation and sat up straight to reflect.

First, consider this: does having more than one girlfriend make a guy a scumbag?

If we're going to consider that, then there's no need to think about it—he's a total scumbag, undeniably so.

Anyway, there's no way he's going to give up Shiho, Megumi, and Saeko Busujima right now, or even Mashiro, since he's already seen them naked...

We must take responsibility!

However, according to the laws of this world that allow polygamy, then it obviously doesn't count.

Furthermore, he didn't hide anything from Shiyu, explicitly telling her that he might like more than just her.

As for Hui, he will find an opportunity to explain things to her later.

He had no intention of abandoning anyone, nor was he just playing around with the idea.

Seeing this, he definitely can't be considered a scumbag "587" guy!

After confirming his own point of view, Uesugi Kenichi smiled with satisfaction, regardless of whether it was just self-consolation.

After resting for a while, he heard a series of tapping sounds.

Looking back, Mashiro, barefoot, trotted down and stopped in front of him.

"What do you want to do?" Uesugi Kenichi felt a little flustered looking at Mashiro, who was staring intently at him, and couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

Mashiro blinked, looking incredibly cute, her gaze gradually moving downwards and sweeping over him.

"Qianyi, can I ask you for a favor?"

"What is it? Tell me first." He sensed that Mashiro's gaze towards him seemed somewhat malicious.

"Undress."

Uesugi Kenichi: "???"

Girl, do you even know what you're saying?

"So what are you trying to do now?" Uesugi Kenichi said irritably.

Mashiro paused for a moment: "Ayano told me to draw something more passionate."

"Then who is Ayano?"

"My editor."

“Oh,” Uesugi Ken nodded, signaling Mashiro to continue.

“Ayano said that the plot I drew was too bland, so she asked me to depict some intense scenes, but I have never seen a man’s body.”

"So you came here to ask me for a favor?!"

Could you please show a little bit of girlish shyness in this kind of situation?

He paused for a moment, then said, "You can find pictures online; there should be plenty."

Mashiro shook her head: "It's not real. You can't feel what it's like if you can't touch it."

"Then take off your clothes."

"no!"

"Huh? Still not working?" Mashiro said, sounding a little dejected, looking at Uesugi Kenichi with pitiful eyes.

"No matter what, taking off clothes is just too wrong."

"It's okay, I can take it off too."

That's not the point!

"what is that?"

"I……"

Kenichi Uesugi gave up on the method of explanation. If he continued to follow her line of thought, his IQ would drop and he would be defeated by her rich experience.

In the end, he was defeated by Mashiro's gaze.

"Let's make this clear first, you can only take off your shirt," Uesugi Kenichi emphasized.

"Mmm, hurry up, hurry up." Mashiro nodded quickly, though it was unclear whether she was actually listening.