Chapter 285 Do You Understand? Miss Albedo
"Um... Is there a problem here?" Albedo asked stumblingly, her thoughts already becoming a mess.

Lord Droste, so this is what exploration feels like... This wonderful experience that she has never had before is filling her life bit by bit, creating a sharp contrast with her previous uneventful life.

"Yes, why don't you write the specific story clearly in your outline, but instead connect the scattered stories one by one." Droste pursed his lips. He had no intention of reaching out to point at that place. His hands were placed calmly on Albedo's chest.

"Ah, so that's how it is. What about other places?" Albedo asked curiously, and suddenly felt a chill on her thigh. Droste had already placed one of his hands on her thigh, caressing the soft skin wantonly.

"Take this story for example. Do you want to explain the background of the story clearly?" Droste slid the skin of her thigh, rubbing it gently like a feather.

"Hmm... OK." The itchy feeling made Albedo shiver. She couldn't help but use her waist and abdomen to tense her whole body. "So this place is to expand the background of the story, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Droste slid two fingers inside and separated the large shell. "It would be great if you added a more attractive background story."

"Yes! Um... I know, I know." Albedo nodded.

But to be honest, Albedo had no intention of calming down and studying. Droste's actions always inadvertently touched her heartstrings, making it impossible for her to calm down and think, let alone an outline or a background story.

This feeling, which I have never experienced before, is exactly the same as last time.

"Hiss..." An inexplicable burning sensation hit the back of her thigh, making her suddenly nervous.

"So do you really want to learn how to write books, or are you just thinking about it? I remember you are very obsessed with this." Drost gently stretched out his hand, soothing his heart while moving in another direction.

"I really want to write a classic novel, but I always feel that my thinking is not perfect, and I always want to start over again." Albedo couldn't help but put her legs together and said hesitantly.

"Well, I have a brilliant idea. I'll tell you slowly. But first you climb up and lie on the table to take notes."

"On the table? What?"

"Aren't you going to take notes with a pen?" After saying that, Droste gently lifted Albedo's body and pushed it onto the table. Her plump and round skin was wriggling in front of Droste.

Kneeling on the desk, Albedo held a pen and looked at the empty notebook in front of her. "Then, then...what should I do now? Please tell me, Lord Droste."

"Just take notes. Let me tell you to take notes."

"it is good."

Albedo, who was lying on the table ready to write, formed a very sharp contrast with Drost, who was sitting in a chair with a calm look.

"First of all, this story can be a love story, but the love story cannot be too clear, there must be a sense of pulling." Droste put his fingers together and kneaded the already unfolded folds. "Then there must be a sense of contrast, for example, the hero and heroine both want the other to confess their love."

"Well... that would be really good..." Albedo nodded, her toes kneeling on the table could no longer help but tense up, the arch of her foot bent into a perfect arc, and her red and tender soles were very beautiful.

"Yes, and then we have to dig deeper into the selling point of this story. Yes, we have to dig deeper." Droste said so and did so, exploring the mystery with his fingertips. "For example, what I just said, the obvious feeling is the contrast."

"Then we need to tease the reader's emotions in the story." Drost continued, shaking his wrist slowly. "Then it will become the climax of the story at a very critical point."

"To put it simply, it's all about playing with the readers' emotions and making them feel ups and downs. Although that's what I say, it's very difficult to do."

"A complete story, probably like this."

"This... is amazing..." Albedo could only sigh in admiration, her heart already convinced by Droste's actions. "I didn't realize that there was so much to think about. Thank you so much, Lord Droste."

Having said that, Droste simply used the plot of an anime he had watched in his previous life and told the story to Albedo.

"Well, that's right, so think about it yourself, what else can be added." Droste said lightly, looking at Albedo who was almost limp on the desk. The latter's body kept shaking, and her hands were limp, completely without strength.

"I know, I know, Lord Droste." Albedo bit her lip, feeling as if her body was completely hollowed out, weak and itchy all over. Just now, Droste had soothed her, moving from slow to fast, drawing circles and moving gently.

That feeling was about to drive her crazy...

"So writing a book is not such a simple thing. You have to think about it more." Droste looked calm, but Albedo could no longer remain calm.

She gritted her teeth, the notes she wrote in the notebook turned into crooked handwriting, and her mind swayed with Droste's voice.

Wait... Oops...

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Letting Albedo rest limply on the living room desk, Droste went downstairs. He just happened to see Nicoled who was waiting for her sister's message downstairs. The moment she saw Droste, Nicoled became a little nervous.

"Nikulade, go up and serve your sister."

"Little... Lord Droste." Nigrede hesitated, but still greeted Droste. "What happened to my sister? Did you... punish her...?"

"No, I'm in a good mood today, so there's nothing to be angry about. If you have more, go up and ask him. I'll go back first."

"Okay, Lord Droste, I'll see you off then."

Droste waved his hand.

"No need, your sister is a little busy now, go up first."

"Okay." Watching Lord Droste walking further and further away, Nigrede hesitated for a moment and immediately ran upstairs to see her sister.

In the slightly dim room, the light seemed to be swallowed by the thick curtains and dust, and everything was shrouded in hazy shadows and blurred. However, in such an environment, Nigret's sense of smell was extremely sharp.

She sniffed gently and immediately caught a strange smell. This smell was both strange and familiar, and it was faintly blended with the unique light orange scent of Lord Droste.

I saw my sister Albedo lying on the desk with her legs hanging down and stepping on the ground. Her calves were trembling from time to time, as if she had gone through some long-distance physical work and felt a little cramped.

"Sister...?" Niguled was a little confused.

"Hmm..." Albedo responded calmly, her body trembling slightly, her breath coming out, and her face flushed.

"Lord Droste said that you are a little busy now, but you are..." Nigrede was a little confused, as if she knew something. "Didn't he say that he would teach you some writing methods?"

"Well... yes... Lord Droste taught very well..." Albedo showed an inexplicable expression and said calmly.

This was something that had never happened in her usual peaceful life, and it brought with it a soul-shaking feeling.

But this expression was very familiar to Nigrede. The darkness called corruption was likely to sweep over the monster girl Albedo again. Sniffing the air, Nigrede also showed a helpless expression.

It's time to clean up.

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After leaving the store, Droste went to the nearby fruit shop to buy some fruit, and then returned to his apartment in the sunset.

After having a quick bite, Droste fiddled with the fruit salad he was going to make in the kitchen.

Sweet milk and appetizing yogurt, as well as a variety of fruit pieces, sweet pear fruit from another world, and a small tomato-like fruit, are a perfect match together.

It was eaten quickly with Mrs. Isabel and Phoenix praising it highly, and both of them were very full.

Mrs. Isabel put down her chopsticks modestly, but she had already eaten more than a dozen pieces of fruit. "Droste, is this what you have researched?" Mrs. Isabel looked at Droste with some expectation.

"Yes, Mrs. Isabel, do you like it?" Droster smiled.

"It's very good. I think it will sell well if it is put in the store. It will definitely be a big hit. I haven't seen such delicious fruits in all these years. It's simply a wonderful combination." Mrs. Isabel looked at Droste with admiration.

"Hmm..." Mrs. Isabel hesitated, with a hopeful look on her face. "How is this done specifically? Can you... tell me?"

"Of course you can. I'm going to give you this recipe and sell it well. Then you'll be the most popular dessert shop in the whole city of Monk. I believe you can do it." Droste said with a smile.

"Thank you so much, little shopkeeper..." Mrs. Isabel's eyes were full of affection and she was a little moved.

"It's all minor issues."

Phoenix also interjected: "Yes, yes, Mrs. Isabel, you're welcome. Droste has always been so smart. It's okay."

"Yeah." Mrs. Isabel nodded vigorously and smiled at the two of them.

The three of them chatted lively for a while, and Droste handed the recipe to Mrs. Isabel, then went back to his room.

The eventful weekend passed quickly, and tomorrow I will be busy going to school again.

Droste didn't waste any more time. He washed up and got into his bed. Even though he had almost unlimited energy now, he still felt a sense of satisfaction and warmth every time he slept in his bed.

He slept well, but those who were very close to Droste all suffered from insomnia.

Nicolede: ...

Albedo: !!

Teacher Fremea:?!

Teacher Irina:

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Not long after getting up in the morning, there was a knock on the door of the apartment. Mrs. Isabel hurried to open the door. There was a girl wearing a black coat and slim trousers. Her clothes were all black, but they were dotted with golden threads in unnoticed places, which subtly revealed her extraordinary status.

It really is a perfect interpretation of what it means to be both low-key and luxurious.

"Ah... Miss Bernadette. Why are you here so early..."

"Good morning, Mrs. Isabel. Could you please call Droste for me? The student union has an urgent meeting this morning, so he needs to go to school early." President Bernadette said lightly, looking into Mrs. Isabel's eyes and smiling.

Dignified and elegant.

"Oh oh..." Mrs. Isabel was about to turn around when she saw Droste holding a piece of bread in his mouth.

"what happened."

"There's no time to explain. Get in the car first. I have prepared some breakfast for you." Bernadette said in a cold tone and reached out to pull Droste.

The two of them hurriedly got on the carriage, and then they saw President Bernadette kneeling on one knee, squatting next to Droste with a hopeful look on her face.

Drost looked alert, looking at President Bernadette squatting in front of him, and said unhappily, "What do you want to do? You wake me up so early in the morning, and I haven't even finished breakfast."

President Bernadette licked her lips and showed an excited expression. "Wait for me to have breakfast first. There is breakfast prepared by the butler on the table. You can try it."

Only then did Droste notice that on the small coffee table next to his seat were several boxes of fresh snacks, beautifully packaged.

"Okay, let me try it." Droste opened the box on the coffee table and slapped away Bernadette's excited hand that was trying to lift up her clothes.

It was early in the morning, and I thought something really happened, but in fact, it was just that the perverted president couldn't help it and wanted to drink yogurt on a Monday morning.

For this purpose, he even went to Droste's apartment and took Droste away in a carriage.

Its heart is awkward!

Want to do something wrong!

"Why did you slap my hands?" President Bernadette glanced at the place where Droste's hands were crossed and licked her teeth. "I haven't started to do bad things yet."

"Are you so anxious, little maid? Didn't you call me for a meeting so early in the morning?" Droste raised his hand again and looked at her warily. She withdrew her hand and pretended nothing had happened.

"Yes, there is a meeting, but you don't have to go. I've sent you away, hehe." President Bernadette bared her teeth. "So... you really can't drink? I'm so thirsty."

"Let's talk after you finish eating." Droste patted her thigh unhappily, glared at her, and then slowly tasted all the cakes on the small coffee table.

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(End of this chapter)