"I never imagined, Miss Aoyama, that you’re also a student at Ming High School."
After leaving the convenience store, Fang Zheng remarked sentimentally to the single ponytail girl beside him.
This girl’s name is Aoyama Nanami, she’s the same age as Shiina Mashiro and attends the same school.
"I didn’t think I’d... actually meet you..."
Looking at Fang Zheng, Aoyama Nanami felt somewhat conflicted. That day, when she followed Fang Zheng’s words and brought the kitten to Hinata Manor, she was stopped right at the entrance. At that moment, she thought Fang Zheng was just playing tricks on her, but after she relayed Fang Zheng’s words, the maid who looked like a foreigner quickly took in the cat, which made her feel relieved.
"Thank you so much. How’s the kitten doing?"
"It’s quite spirited. If you want to visit, you can. I’ll let Belfast know."
"Is that the maid’s name? She really is a foreigner then..."
Hearing Fang Zheng’s answer, Aoyama Nanami sighed again. She initially thought Belfast might be a faux foreigner, as having a Western-style maid in a Japanese-style apartment seemed mismatched, but it turned out to be true.’
"But talking about that, what’s the situation with that girl?"
Continuing, Aoyama Nanami looked puzzled at Shiina Mashiro, prompting Fang Zheng to introduce them.
"Oh right, let me introduce you. This is Shiina Mashiro, currently staying at Hinata Manor. She transferred to the art department at Ming High School starting today. As you probably saw earlier, this child lacks basic life skills. If possible, I hope you can help look after her."
"I see... "
Listening to Fang Zheng, Aoyama Nanami recalled Shiina Mashiro grabbing a cake in the convenience store and eating it, which made her smile wryly. She also curiously asked.
"But Mr. Fang Zheng, what’s your relationship with Shiina? Your surnames are different, so you’re not siblings, right? You seem to have a good relationship..."
At this moment, Shiina Mashiro, who had been silently standing nearby, spoke up.
"Because Fang Zheng is my first man."
"Huh!?"
Aoyama Nanami was taken aback, and Fang Zheng smiled slightly and bowed.
"Then I’m honored; I hope I will also be Miss Shiina’s last man."
"Eh? Eh eh?! Are you two in a relationship?"
Aoyama Nanami looked back and forth in shock, her face flushed. Shiina Mashiro remained expressionless and said.
"Having Fang Zheng as my first man is great."
"Th-th-th-this..."
Aoyama Nanami’s face turned as red as a lobster, and just as she considered making an excuse to leave, Shiina Mashiro continued.
"In the United Kingdom, I was surrounded by girls. Fang Zheng is the first boy I got close to."
"Oh, that’s what you meant..."
Upon hearing this, Aoyama Nanami finally relaxed, pressing her hand against her chest. She then shot an annoyed glance at Fang Zheng.
"Honestly, Mr. Fang Zheng, why didn’t you explain this earlier? It’s misleading!"
"What’s wrong with that? It’s not like I’d lose anything."
"..... Haaa."
Seeing Fang Zheng’s smiling face, Aoyama Nanami was speechless.
With Aoyama Nanami’s help, Shiina Mashiro smoothly entered the school, and after sending Mashiro off, Fang Zheng traveled to various other worlds before returning to Hinata Manor.
"Phew... This world really is peaceful..."
Lying in bed, Fang Zheng yawned. Although there were no large wars, disputes between nations in the Main World continued. At the Third Coordinate Point, Amelia and Felt once again led the Revolutionary Army to attack Lugnica, causing chaos.
Meanwhile, the Galactic Empire was tangled with Taren and the Chaos Demon, and faced internal conflict — His Imperial Majesty’s human-first policy angered many alien races, potentially sparking civil strife and a Great Purge.
In the Yotsuba Galaxy, the Danganronpa World was rebuilding, Conan World continued its story of deaths... well, that’s a given.
Here was the only place Fang Zheng could truly relax.
While Fang Zheng was enjoying and passing the time, the door suddenly opened, and someone entered.
"Yo, Mashiro, welcome back."
Fang Zheng lifted his head, waved at Mashiro, who nodded and walked to Fang Zheng’s side.
"Come."
"Hmm?"
Before Fang Zheng could understand what was happening, Mashiro pulled him by the hand to her room. The girl then closed the door and looked at Fang Zheng.
"Take it off."
Confronted with Fang Zheng’s puzzled expression, Mashiro displayed not the slightest change in her expression.
"I want to see you naked."
"Is that so... alright..."
Upon hearing Mashiro’s response, Fang Zheng contemplated for a moment.
"But it’s not fair if only I undress."
"Understood."
Hearing Fang Zheng’s words, Mashiro nodded.
"Then I will undress too."
"That’s more like it."
Satisfied with Mashiro’s answer, Fang Zheng nodded. In this world, there should be equivalent exchange — considering he was a deity, free access to see his pure body wasn’t possible without a price!
The two were not the type to show shyness typical of romantic anime characters, and after a moment, Fang Zheng and Mashiro once again "met sincerely."
"How about my body?"
Fang Zheng proudly puffed out his chest and smiled at Zhenbai, while Zhenbai widened her eyes and stared at Fang Zheng without blinking.
"Different from the sculpture..."
"Well, of course."
Fang Zheng naturally felt Zhenbai’s gaze and chuckled.
"Greek sculptures, just like their people, are small and weak. How can it compare to the majestic Eight-Foot Serpent Spear we have? But why are you suddenly interested in this?"
".........."
This time, facing Fang Zheng’s curious inquiry, Zhenbai paused for a moment but eventually answered.
"Eiriri..."
"Eiriri?"
"Eiriri said... she hopes I challenge some more provocative themes... said my approach is too old and not fresh enough..."
"Well, that’s true indeed..."
Fang Zheng recalled the manga by Shiina Mashiro that Eiriri showed him this morning. Apart from the baffling five-panel conclusion, the plot was quite outdated. Even if Shiina Mashiro didn’t follow the four-panel manga format and stuck to traditional drawing, it would hardly be interesting.
At the same time, Fang Zheng thought of Chumi Hodashima, who followed Mayu Shinjo’s path. Despite drawing shoujo manga, the intensity was more thrilling than many 20+, and it was quite popular, immensely red-hot... In some ways, Eiriri’s advice to Shiina Mashiro was spot on.
Speaking of which, Black Cat also complained to him about her friend "Kotori" who wrote a mobile novel where the heroine’s story is "Even though I smoke, have round exchanges, and undergo abortions, I’m still a good girl"... It turned out to be endearingly popular, even rumored to be getting published?
Well, youth literature... They all read similar stuff back in the day.
Hmm?
As Fang Zheng was pondering, Zhenbai reached out her hand and gently pressed it against his chest.
"Very hard... very solid..."
"I’ve been working out, and men’s and women’s bodies are structurally different."
".........."
Zhenbai leaned over, pressing herself against Fang Zheng.
"Hold me."
"Like this?"
Fang Zheng wrapped his arms around Zhenbai, holding her tightly.
".........."
However, Zhenbai’s expression didn’t change at all; instead, she raised her head and looked at Fang Zheng.
"Are you excited?"
"That depends on your performance, Miss Zhenbai."
Fang Zheng shook his head.
"Getting a man excited is a skill."
"Seems difficult..."
Zhenbai knitted her brows, her demeanor resembling someone pondering how to solve a math problem rather than two naked people embracing each other.
"Is it not going smoothly?"
Fang Zheng released his grip and looked at Zhenbai with a smile, already knowing what Zhenbai’s trouble was about. Truth be told, in terms of art style, Zhenbai didn’t need practice. Fang Zheng had seen that Zhenbai was already at the level of a top manga artist in the industry, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have issues.
Her issue was... she couldn’t draw people.
It’s not just about sketching people out. Fang Zheng noticed this problem when he looked at it in the morning. Whether it was the female lead, the male lead, or the love rival, everyone felt identical, not even qualifying as the laziest industry standard attribute level, with no emotional fluctuations—everyone was Zhenbai.
The female protagonist confessed to the male protagonist without any emotion.
The male protagonist accepted the female protagonist’s confession without any emotion.
The love rival showed jealousy equally without any emotion.
Just like three undertrained actors performing emotionless machine-like acts on stage.
".........."
Zhenbai released Fang Zheng and sat at the computer, starting to draw using the graphics tablet, while Fang Zheng got dressed, casually draping a pajama over Zhenbai.
"Manga and drawing are different."
Zhenbai turned her head, her eyes staring at Fang Zheng without blinking.
"Drawing, in essence, is merely putting the things in front into illustration. Perhaps someone with talent like you can capture things others can’t, but it’s essentially just that. These are present already, so for you, it’s just about capturing them, but manga is different."
Fang Zheng spread his hands.
"The manga world relies on your imagination. No matter how absurd or exaggerated it is, it’s okay because these don’t exist in reality. This differs from drawing. Harsh as it sounds, a simple artist is akin to a living human photo camera with PS capabilities, but that’s about it."
Upon hearing this, Zhenbai lowered her eyes, looking at the ground silently.
Yet Fang Zheng wasn’t finished talking.
"If this troubles you, I do have a suggestion—work with others."
"...Collaborate?"
Upon hearing Fang Zheng’s words, Zhenbai lifted her head, looking at him curiously, and Fang Zheng nodded.
"Exactly, everyone has their limits. You’re excellent in drawing, but clearly not good at creativity. This is where you need to find someone to help..."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng picked up his phone.
"I might find someone who can assist you."

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