After waiting for a long time, he didn’t get a reply from Eriri. Kasuga no Tōru thought she had already logged off.
Just as he was about to get himself something to eat to satiate his rebellious stomach, his phone vibrated again.
“Kasuga no Tōru-kun, could you please go with me this weekend?” Eriri timidly asked.
As a shut-in, she usually wouldn’t go out unless she absolutely had to, so she was truly unfamiliar with the method Kasuga no Tōru mentioned.
But she also wanted to try it out. If it really worked, it would undoubtedly be a huge help to her.
However, as a girl, she had her own concerns. She felt a little scared being alone in the busiest streets of Tokyo.
But if she could go with Kasuga no Tōru, not only would she not be afraid, but she could also ask him for help when she didn’t understand. Maybe she could actually grasp the knack?
Thinking about this, the girl tentatively made her request.
Of course, she didn’t forget to add at the end that this was compensated.
Kasuga no Tōru was truly speechless. What kind of capitalist child was this girl raised by? Money was always on her mind.
After thinking for a moment, he replied: “If I’m free this weekend, then no problem. But, Sawamura-san, you shouldn’t always bring up money like this in the future. It makes me feel like you have ulterior motives.”
“Ah? That’s not what I meant. I just feel like I can’t let Kasuga no Tōru-kun run errands for me for free. And Kasuga no Tōru-kun has put in the effort and taught me to grow. I’ve learned a lot from you, so isn’t it only right to pay you for it?”
“？？？” Kasuga no Tōru felt even worse.
Worse than when 霞之丘 詩羽 said she had a financial transaction with him this afternoon.
He’d taught the girl to grow, she’d learned a lot, and now she wanted to pay him…
Did the Gigolos of Ginza also do this?
At this moment, he missed chatting with Kato 惠.
Only when chatting with that girl could he relax without worrying about her suddenly going off on a tangent.
However, thinking about one beautiful girl while chatting with another beautiful girl, in a way, Kasuga no Tōru was no different from the Gigolos of Ginza.
Ugh, what a scumbag!
…
Kato-san, who was being thought about by someone, was sitting at her desk writing something.
The girl occasionally tapped her chin with her pen and tilted her head, carefully recalling something before quickly writing and drawing in her notebook.
If you got closer, you would see that the girl was actually keeping a diary.
“Hee hee, this year, we’re in the same class again, that’s great! I’m so happy, I don’t have to pretend to pass by his classroom anymore and secretly take a peek. It’s been such a blessing.”
“He still likes to hide in a place where there’s no one to make phone calls, huh? Is he talking to his sister? Or another girl? If it’s another girl, what should I do?”
“No, Kato 惠. You can’t give up. Even if someone wants to steal him from you, you absolutely cannot back down. No, not even a single step!”
“But his phone is so old. I remember he was using this one when we were freshmen, he’s never changed it. Should I buy him a new one?”
“Forget it. That guy is so stubborn sometimes, he definitely wouldn’t accept something so expensive.”
“It’s so annoying. Why are we still just ordinary friends? If we could take it a step further, could I confidently give him a gift?”
Writing up to here, the girl put down her pen in frustration and looked up at a painting hanging on the wall.
It was the painting that Kasuga no Tōru-kun gave her yesterday. Although it was just a simple pencil drawing, the girl still saw hope in the picture.
Just like the future she longed for, it was bound to be filled with hope.
“Why doesn’t he remember that thing?” the girl pouted, feeling quite wronged.
“It’s such a big deal, how could he just forget about it? Or, is it that my annoying existence is taking effect in places it shouldn’t?”
Although it was a complaining tone, Kato 惠 still smiled when she thought of that incident from that year.
Nostalgia, anticipation, and the sweetness of love…
…
“Damn it, damn it, damn it. Why can’t I write the scene in my heart?” A boy wearing glasses was sitting at his desk, the floor covered in crumpled white papers.
If you opened them, you would see the words “企划书” (“Planning Document”) on each piece of paper, with a smaller line of text underneath.
But there was only one line, no more.
The boy wearing glasses, named Eigo 伦也, was truly troubled.
A few days ago when he walked past Detective Slope, he happened to encounter a young couple. Although he expressed disdain for their behavior at the time, it was from that day on that a strange idea suddenly sprouted in his heart.
“I’ve played so many galgame games, why can’t I make my own?”
Putting the longing of the three-dimensional world into his favorite two-dimensional world, wasn’t that double the happiness?
Eigo 伦也 said he would do it, and he did. Although he had no experience in making games, thanks to his years of immersion, he was no stranger to the game development process.
Actually, you only needed a few people, like a writer, an artist, someone to do the BGM, and a programmer.
For writing, he wanted to do it himself at first. Having played hundreds of galgame games, Eigo 伦也 initially thought, just like the Chinese saying: “熟读唐诗三百首, 不会作诗也会吟” (Having memorized the Tang Dynasty Poetry Anthology 300 times, one can write poetry without even knowing it).
Just put this together and that together. Writing is easy, isn’t it? Isn’t it just a matter of having hands?
Then he discovered that he might be handicapped.
But he didn’t give up. Since he couldn’t write, he could just find someone else. He could be responsible for other modules.
So he thought about the art.
After wasting several more pieces of paper, Eigo 伦也 frustratedly threw his doodle into the trash can.
Eriri draws so easily, why can’t I do it?
Forget it, forget it. Anyway, Eriri knows how, so I’ll just casually mention it to her. With the bonus of being childhood friends, she’ll definitely come help me.
As for the BGM, Eigo 伦也 still had some self-awareness. He was completely tone-deaf, so he didn’t humiliate himself.
Finally, there was programming. This time, he was confident.
The source of his confidence was naturally because galgame games were now quite mature, and there were many ready-made tools to use.
Just import the script, art, and BGM, and these tools will automatically generate a beautiful galgame game for you.
It was so simple that even a moron like Eigo 伦也 could master it through self-study.
But after reading three pages of tutorials, Eigo 伦也 gave up.
He was already dizzy from the long string of English characters. Why did they have to use English to express these codes? It was all so confusing.
It wasn’t that Eigo 伦也 couldn’t take the hardship. It was simply that he was not cut out for this.
Many things require talent!
Thinking of talent, Eigo 伦也, who was originally in a state of dejection, suddenly realized.
Yes, talent!
His talent was to be a great planner! As a leader, you must know your people and use them to their strengths. If I can’t do it, it’s fine, as long as the people I find can do it, it’s enough!
With this thought in mind, Eigo 伦也 regained his strength and started working on the planning!