Chapter 2237: Revising our Interactive Story

Chapter 2237: Revising our Interactive Story



After a sumptuous lunch where Rumi critiqued and praised my cooking simultaneously, we moved to her living room, sitting side by side on her catch.

At the moment, she had my scenario's first draft in her hand. With an impish smile on her lips, she started reading it after putting on her reading glass.

Not gonna lie, her attractiveness went up with that pair of glasses. I still couldn't believe I called her ordinary back then. Am I blind? Now, I cannot get enough of her...

After a while, I watched as she read it silently, her expression experiencing a cycle of change as it reflected everything she felt from what she was reading. In the end, she was left with a furrowed forehead as she turned her head at me.

Well, I told her honestly that I only wrote what came to my mind after reading everyone's scenarios.

"It's... quite interesting, Ruki. But will we be able to tie this with everyone's work?"

With my arm draped around her shoulder, I leaned in closer, "Well, isn't that why I'm here? So we can revise it if it is problematic. Our interactive story is split into three parts, right? The opening act. The middle act. And mine, the climax."

Rumi's cheeks flushed at my choice of words before nodding.

This girl... where does her mind wander? Is saying 'climax' bad? Ah. It's not because it's bad. It's probably because I was the one who said it.

I scratched my cheek and then whispered, "Look who's the pervert now. That's not what I meant, Rumi. I should've said 'closing act'."

Rumi giggled and pinched my cheek before taking off her glasses and placing the manuscript down. "Your word choice is really something else, shameless junior, But let's focus on the story for now, okay?"

Her eyes sparkled so beautifully that I couldn't help but continue to be drawn by them.

"Mhm. I'll hand you the honors of nitpicking what I've written,"

Upon saying that, I kissed her neck as my arm wrapped around her waist. Rumi let me do it for a while but as though remembering we had work to do, she slapped my hand away. Not without a blush though.

Shortly after that, Rumi picked up my draft again as she followed my words, picking out the parts she had questions about.

I answered most of them and explained which truly showcased how lacking my skill was. But Rumi didn't mind it. She's also enjoying this moment.

Rumi's sharp intellect and creative input were invaluable, and we bounced ideas back and forth like a couple of kids playing ping pong. Her suggestions were spot-on, and she had a knack for seeing the story from different angles. We tweaked the plot points and added some twists and turns. Before I knew it, the manuscript of our entire interactive story was starting to look like a masterpiece.

Or at least, that's how it was in my eyes.

At one point, we also started a group call, letting the other girls of our club join in our discussion. Rae, Kana, Hana, and Otsuka-senpai eagerly shared their thoughts and ideas, their voices a mix of excitement and a little chiding. It was clear that everyone was invested in making this interactive story a hit.

Well, among them, I was the one with the weakest writing. So, when it came to revising my closing act and presenting the numerous choices and endings, I got scolded by them for my unrealistic expectations.

I took all those without complaint and listened to their advice with an open mind. Each of them had a unique perspective, and their criticisms were constructive, pushing me to think beyond the obvious. The energy in the room was electric as we collaborated, the air thick with creativity and ambition.

Then right after the storm of scolding, the girls praised me to the point that I felt like I was being spoiled silly.

I mean, they're all my girls. Rae, my knowledge girl. My cute and shy Kana who's also our resident novelist. And my brilliant and confident Hana.

As for Otsuka-senpai... well, we still have that group date pending where I would be presenting myself as her boyfriend.

But what was truly amazing was through this, we formed a new bond working for this Cultural Festival presentation project. Each one of us had our strengths and we complemented each other perfectly. It was like a puzzle where each piece fit so well that the picture was clearer

than ever.

In any case, since we still have enough time to continue revising it to fit everything we want in

a small timeframe for each visitor, we then focused on ensuring the visitor's experience is

memorable, even if they only have one shot.

Two hours later, we finished the initial draft.

The group call ended and the coffee table in front of us became a mess of scattered papers,

scribbled notes, and an empty tea set.

With her mind also a little tired, Rumi leaned back onto my chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Not bad for a first try, Ruki. But we still have a long way to go."

"Mhm. I know... And I'll continue relying on all of you," I patted her head and wrapped my arms around her, comforting her while I also took comfort in her warmth.