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Black Bird x Hua Zimo
Hua Zimo traveled through time in his dream, and when he woke up, he saw a long monster that looked like an unlined draft jumping forward in his direction at a constant speed.
System: Welcome to [Draft Village]~
He was so frightened that he fainted. Before he fainted, he was still thinking:
——Although I have made a wish to go to the second dimension, it is not this kind of second dimension!
As soon as he woke up, he found that the unreliable system had thrown him into a cool guy's room, and a task popped up on the system interface.
[Main mission: Save Black Bird]
Hua Zimo: Who is Black Bird?
Brother Ku looked at him expressionlessly and said slowly:
"Me."
Although Black Bird has no expression, he has a good heart, and his moving hair always betrays his mood like a puppy's tail.
The kind-hearted Hei Que carried Hua Zimo to the cafeteria on the first day he was unfamiliar with the terrain. The moment he arrived at the cafeteria, Hua Zimo was frightened again.
"You, the protruding lines! You hooked me!" A draftsman wearing modern clothes shouted while running. Because there was a line on the waist that was not closed, the whole body was bent at 90 degrees.
……What is this, the world of Ma Liang, the magic pen?
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Black Bird, who had lost all his memories, spent countless confused and boring nights. Suddenly one day, a human-like creature like him appeared out of thin air and fell to the floor of his room.
The human was very gentle. He not only helped him repair his broken wings with a paintbrush that only humans could use, but also helped the painters in the Draft Village repair the limbs that often fell to the ground because of undrawn lines.
Whenever Hua Zimo is painting, he will turn into a round little black bird and stand on top of his head or shoulders to observe him, from curiosity to wanting to get closer to pure liking.
I want to be friends with him. Blackbird thought so.
Their fates were bound together by that system. After passing through all the obstacles and reaching the city of line drafts, he suddenly found that he had a strange possessiveness towards human beings.
He actually started to be jealous of all the paintings that were close to Hua Zimo.
... This is not good, it is not good for him.
Hei Que, who felt that "jealousy" was a negative emotion, knocked on Hua Zimo's door late one night and sat down with a serious expression.
"I have something to confess to you, and it might not be a good thing." He looked directly into Hua Zimo's eyes and said ambiguously.
"I want you to just look at me."
Hua Zimo looked at him blankly, breathing rapidly for a moment.
"I saw your smile when I first met you. At that time, I thought your smile was very similar to the orange color I like, but recently it has become different."
"Why is it different?" Hua Zimo clasped the edge of the chair tightly and asked softly.
"Recently, no matter whether you smile or not, whenever I see you, I feel like I'm seeing orange."
"... What is this feeling?"
His eyes are no longer as dull as before, and his pupils are full of Hua Zimo.
Hua Zimo sighed softly, tightened his hold on Hei Que, lowered his head and leaned gently on his shoulder,
"... It's the love that exists between lovers, Black Bird."
"You're in love with me."
"... And I love you too." He smiled softly.
He looks cold and powerful, but is actually very straight. He is a natural and silly little black bird who is good at boasting.
Demining: The author is not a professional painter. He completed it while consulting the information. Professionals should be cautious.
Attacking and receiving favor each other, neither tearing it apart nor rebelling against it. Readers with strong control should watch it at their own discretion.
Completed works of the column:
I went to chase stars offline but met my own fans.
Wake up and travel to the world of scrap manuscripts
Updating: [Rebirth] The wind blew my face as soon as I transferred to another school.
Pre-release 1: My secret crush is my arch-rival, an angel.
Pre-receipt 2: Thumb Snake Research Institute
Intent: All things born out of love have their own meaning
