My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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“No.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head: “Your intuition is very sharp. I will find a way to turn you gay. You want to be with women for the rest of your life. I will never allow it.”

"Hmph." Miyuki chuckled, picked up her jeans and put them on: "You don't have to force yourself. If you just feel the atmosphere is right, you don't have to. It's good to have a memory that can be called a good memory. Whether you like it or hate it, in the end, it will only become a burden."

As she spoke, she had already put on her clothes, reached out and tidied her hair to one side, instantly reverting to her carefree and cool self.

"Tch, don't underestimate your charm." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted, "Whether as a woman or a friend, I'll hold on tight to you."

"Hmph." Miyuki's lips curled into a disdainful smile: "You're getting cocky again. I'm not going to help you."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left the bathroom, closing the bathroom door behind her.

"She got away." Shirakawa Natsu withdrew his gaze, quickly picked up a towel to dry himself. The image of Miyuki helping him bite had appeared in his mind earlier, and he couldn't shake it off. The visual impact of the cool older sister was too strong, but unfortunately, she saw through him.

It's difficult to change the current situation with Miyuki. Reality isn't a comic book, and sexual orientation isn't something that can be changed overnight.

These are all things for the future. Right now, what I'm anxious to face is the upcoming editor-in-chief, Kazama Yumi.

From her voice, one can tell she is a very assertive woman. Her reputation in the industry has been ruined, leading to widespread condemnation and the indefinite suspension of publication of two major comics. One can only imagine the amount of abuse she has suffered.

However, Kazama Yumi remained silent on the matter and instead offered to help, which was enough to prove that she was not a simple person.

Shirakawa Natsu didn't think she was the type to be easy to talk to.

However, with Kazama Yumi's help, getting closer to Kinoshita Ren would save a lot of time, as time is what I lack most.

First, I need to get past Kazama Yumi. Hopefully, JoJo is charming enough.

With these worries swirling in his mind, Shirakawa Natsu's little brother, lacking emotional support, also quieted down.

He got dressed, straightened his collar in front of the bathroom mirror, and then pushed open the door to the living room.

It was noon, and the early autumn sun was warm and comforting.

Miyuki sat on the sofa, her hands placed below her abdomen, her brows furrowed.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Shirakawa Natsu asked.

“Too much.” Miyuki shook her head. “I didn’t expect it to be so much thicker than a woman’s. It might leak out.”

"Can they be the same? One is just lubricant, and the other is a solid protein structure." Shirakawa Natsumi sat down next to him. "Why don't you go back first? Jeans aren't breathable, and they'll smell when they solidify."

Images of him and Nao together flashed through his mind. Back in school, when he would get something on her little feet, she would just put it back into her shoes.

The innocent and romantic Nao's face gradually changed, eventually merging with Shana's.

"This is really troublesome." Shirakawa Natsu isn't stupid; he just doesn't want to face it so soon. How many secrets are hidden here that he doesn't know about?

"Forget it, let's deal with this first, then go after her. She hasn't shown up yet, so it seems she doesn't intend to go against me."

"Ring ring ring!" The ringtone of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts.

"It's me." The voice was concise and efficient; it was Kazama Yumi: "I'm at the door of the address you gave me."

"Wait a minute, I'll be right there."

Shirakawa Natsu hung up the phone and looked at Miyuki. Now that the door was blocked, she couldn't leave first: "Why don't you go to the room and wait?"

“No need.” Miyuki shook her head and said casually, “Even if we’re discovered, it’s no big deal. Just treat it as play.”

"If I dated you, I would definitely be very happy sexually." Shirakawa Natsu's eyes flickered. Her brother was very accepting of play, and she felt that she had gained more useless knowledge.

Miyuki had a sneer on his face.

After exchanging a few jokes with her, Shirakawa Natsumi felt a little more relaxed, took a deep breath, and walked to the door.

Upon opening the door, a woman of about 27 or 8 years old stood outside, her long hair neatly tied up behind her head.

She wore frameless glasses, had an oval face, and wore a well-tailored black women's suit, pencil skirt, black stockings, and black high heels, while carrying a file folder in her hand.

"Hello, Ms. Xia, it's a pleasure to meet you." Kazama Yumi bowed, the top button of her white blouse under her suit jacket fastened so that it was not visible even when she bent over. "Just call me Yumi."

"I never expected my editor to be such a young and beautiful woman." Shirakawa Natsu said with a hearty smile, "I apologize for making you come all this way. Please come in."

Kazama Yumi's gaze swept over him and Minoku, and with a faint, polite smile, she bowed to Minoku before entering the room.

The three of them went to the living room, and Miyuki sat down on the sofa without any concern that the crotch of her jeans was not dry.

Shirakawa Natsu even doubted whether she could remain calm if someone stuffed something inside her and then she took a controller.

"Ms. Xia, we can arrange for you to speak with Ms. Kinoshita Ren tomorrow." Kazama Yumi knelt beside the coffee table, her posture dignified. "Ms. Xia, you've always focused on action manga. Why would you want to challenge yourself with such a difficult topic? After all, even you, Ms. Xia, would find it hard to understand the feelings between women."

"She's here." Shirakawa Natsu nodded to himself. Just as he had expected, Kazama Yumi wouldn't believe whatever he said. He needed her to believe him. He went over his prepared words in his mind: "Although I have absolutely no relevant knowledge, I can ask the person involved if I have the chance."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Miyuki. This was, of course, something the two of them had agreed upon beforehand; this identity would make it easier for her to stay by his side.

"I think it's precisely because we don't know much about it that we discover areas where we can draw after getting to know it again. I believe this novel subject matter will generate more discussion for the book."

Kazama Yumi followed his gaze to Miyuki, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes before she quickly concealed it and nodded: "Now, diverse lifestyles are indeed respected, and in terms of discussion, they have a greater impact on breaking into the mainstream than typical shonen manga."

“Yes, although it will change my art style.” Shirakawa Natsumi first prepared for JOJO’s unique art style: “But I still want to draw these kinds of emotions. If it’s not about drawing what I want to draw and conveying to the readers, then it’s meaningless. I want to draw those moments and words that make my heart tremble and give readers a completely different experience.”

"To achieve this, hard work is essential, and of course, more guidance from experienced colleagues is also needed."

After he finished speaking, a strange light flashed in Kazama Yumi's eyes, and the serious expression on her face relaxed a little: "I'm sorry, Teacher Xia, I misunderstood you. Perhaps you are the kind of true artist who would stop updating two phenomenal works."

"As your editor, I don't approve of your actions, but I can understand your pursuit of art. May I see your first draft of the new comic?"

Chapter 273 is a bad woman

“Of course.” Shirakawa Natsu handed the original JOJO manga manuscript on the coffee table to Kazama Yumi:

"This is my concept for this new romance anime, which tells the story of the emotional entanglements between girls across generations."

"I'm really looking forward to it." Kazama Yumi took the book and carefully flipped through the first page, her smile gradually freezing.

He flipped through a few more pages, his expression somewhat unnatural, and looked up at Shirakawa Natsu:

"Teacher Xia, your comic's theme is friendship between women, right? Forgive my bluntness, but isn't that a bit too passionate?"

"Miss Yumi, didn't you see the friendship between them, the friendship that they would give their lives for each other, in the painting?" Shirakawa Natsu began to spout nonsense with a straight face.

A strange light flashed in Kazama Yumi's eyes as she stared at Shirakawa Natsu's face, trying to discern the credibility of his words.

Having experienced so much, Shirakawa Natsumi has become a master at managing her expressions, never revealing the slightest flaw.

"After all, I'm not a girl, which is why I wanted to ask for advice from Ms. Kinoshita Ren, a senior in the field of romance writing."

Kazama Yumi looked at Shirakawa Natsumi, then looked down at the sketch in her hand.

The art style is unique, but once you get used to it, it's incredibly addictive.

If it were any other author, she would just think they were causing trouble.

If the intention was merely to deceive her, the quality of the work would be far too high.

After quickly weighing the pros and cons, Kazama Yumi looked at the drawing again before reluctantly putting it down.

"Okay, on behalf of our publishing house, I fully support Professor Xia's creative work."

"It's done." Shirakawa Natsu gave herself a thumbs-up. With Kazama Yumi's help, it was easy to get close to Kinoshita Ren.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Yumi. I am sure I will not let you down."

“However, I need one more condition.” Kazama Yumi’s eyes turned serious: “We hope that Natsu-sensei will finish the two manga, 'Bleach' and 'Naruto,' first. We don’t need a long serialization.”

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu nodded without hesitation, as he had long wanted to finish these two books.

For example, ending Bleach with Aizen's defeat.

He's almost finished drawing it, but he's too embarrassed to contact a publisher. After this is completed, he can make a profit by selling the IP or adapting it into an anime.

When Kazama Yumi saw that he agreed so readily, she was momentarily surprised, but then her serious expression softened considerably.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate. Tomorrow night at 8 pm, the 5-chome Hotel will be hosting a Tokyo Light Novel Newcomer Award."

Kinoshita Ren will be attending as a guest. If you're attending, Ms. Xia, we can introduce you.

"For private visits, a separate appointment is required."

“Okay, see you tomorrow night.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded in agreement. He couldn’t wait any longer; he would meet with Kinoshita Ren directly tomorrow to at least establish a connection.

"See you tomorrow, Ms. Natsu." Kazama Yumi stood up to say goodbye. She was polite and shrewd throughout the process, which left a good impression on Shirakawa Natsu.

After seeing Kazama Yumi off, only Shirakawa Natsu and Miyuki remained in the room.

"If you have something to do, you can go ahead and take care of it." Shirakawa Natsumi took out her paintbrush: "It's quiet here, quite suitable for painting."

He wanted to draw the ending he had promised.

If I go back to my apartment to paint, I definitely won't be able to resist messing around with Sister Youcai.

Besides, there's Shana there whom I don't want to see.

It's more comfortable to stay with my brothers.

"It's okay, it's the off-season now." Miyuki lay down on the sofa and shifted to a more comfortable position. "Sometimes I just want to completely relax."

After she finished speaking, she took off her jeans, and stretched out her two snow-white thighs, placing them on the sofa.

The black lace panties are a bit dry now, and a large patch of them is noticeably darker than the surrounding area.

Miyuki lay leisurely on the sofa with her eyes closed, enjoying the afternoon.

Shirakawa Natsu ignored her, sat on the floor, leaned against the sofa, with the back of her head resting on Shirakawa Natsu's long legs, and began to draw.

Once fully immersed in the work, I drew very quickly.

It takes almost an hour to finish drawing a page.

In addition, he deliberately streamlined the plot and sped up the pace.

It only takes a week to finish the comic that was on hiatus.

"It's a bit hot." Miyuki was lazily sleeping in the sun, the sunlight shining through the window onto her face. "I really want something cold."

"Go buy it yourself." Shirakawa Natsumi wasn't going to indulge her.

"Consider it compensation for washing my underwear." Mikoto pointed to the fabric, which had been in the sun for two hours and was dry, but there was still a noticeable solidified feeling in one piece.

Shirakawa Natsumi pouted, and finally pulled Miyuki out the door together.

He found a bicycle in the yard.

"You really are quite calculating." Miyuki sat sideways in the back seat. "Why don't you just go buy it by yourself?"

"If I were to choose, who knows what you'd say next?" Shirakawa Natsu pedaled hard ahead; he couldn't even remember the last time he'd ridden a bicycle.

"You should be grateful that I took you shopping even though I left you at work, right?"

"Okay, hold on tight, or you'll fall."

"Hmm." Mikoto gripped the back of his shirt with one hand, looking into the distance: "How long has it been since we've spent time together like this?"

Shirakawa Natsumi was silent for a while: "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

The convenience store wasn't far away, so the two picked out some cold drinks and carried them home in plastic bags.

After returning home, they sat back in their original seats and ate ice cream together with small wooden spoons.

“When you were little, you would blush when you talked to girls.” Mikoto said, chewing on a small wooden spoon. “Now you can casually plan how to pursue girls.”

"Tch, aren't you a girl?" Shirakawa Natsumi pouted, then glanced at her: "Come to think of it, I've never seen you wear makeup, but you probably don't."

Miyu glanced at him: "I can. I was curious when I first entered university, and I learned some things from the girls I was with. It's not difficult."

"You're kidding, right?" Shirakawa Natsu turned her head and looked at her face. It was hard to imagine what such a handsome face would look like with women's makeup.

He glanced at it twice, then looked away, relaxed his hands, and casually supported himself on the wooden floor.

"It's been so long since I've felt this relaxed."

He put down his ice cream cup, looked out the window, and the evening breeze blew in, making the wind chimes tinkle.

Let's enjoy this tranquility together.

half an hour.

"Want to go see the fireworks?" Mikoto rested her head on her arm. "Let's go together."

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was stunned.

The good thing about Tokyo is that if you look carefully, you can always find memorials, big and small, online.

Around these memorial services, mobile shops are set up to offer yukata (light cotton robes) and cosmetics.

Shirakawa Natsu stood at the doorway, hands in her pockets.