Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

Chapter 80 Isn’t that too deliberate?

God knows whether it was Ryoko Hamabe's wish that day that worked, or whether the sales of "Norwegian Wood" had just started to snowball, but the 150,000 copies of the reprint were completely sold out on Wednesday morning.

At the same time, Qiuye Bookstore printed the third batch of 250,000 copies seamlessly.

Norwegian Wood never made the same joke again.

——The reader wants to buy it, but the bookstore is out of stock.

The keywords Watanabe, Midori, and Naoko have quietly occupied major book recommendation forums and small bookstores.

Many book recommendation programs and radio stations have also begun to join the ranks of book recommendation.

"Norwegian Wood" is mentioned more and more frequently.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that "Norwegian Wood" will undoubtedly become a phenomenal work this year.

As the discussion about "Norwegian Wood" becomes more and more intense, several well-known large bookstores in the industry are no longer obsessed with the so-called "author's qualifications".

They tactfully took the ladder handed over by Akiba Bookstore and placed "Norwegian Wood" in the most conspicuous place in the store.

Inside Akiba Books, Kuriyama Akie also won the title of 'Best Editor of the Quarter' and the highest quarterly bonus since the company was founded.

——If nothing unexpected happens, she will still be the winner of the 'Editor of the Year' award and receive the highest annual bonus.

But for Yu Watanabe, apart from the extra 47 yen in his card, his pace of life remains the same.

In the blink of an eye, it was the night before Takakura Maki's birthday, which was Friday.

After five days of dryness, Tokyo is finally wet again.

A long-awaited rain shower began to fall from the sky.

In the cold rain, strings of rain slid down from the awning and soaked the ground.

In front of the sidewalk in the distance, the warm light of street lights was reflected in the puddles on both sides of the road. Pedestrians holding umbrellas walked quickly, and the rain hit the umbrellas, making a series of tapping sounds.

The night seemed to grow darker at this moment.

Sitting on the tatami mat, Watanabe Yu took out his mobile phone and took a look at the balance of his bank card. For a moment, he felt dizzy with happiness.

Now, the 8200 million yen required to buy a house is just around the corner.

If you borrow a little more from Miss Saint, you can get the full amount.

But he plans to take it easy.

He is not in the habit of spending all the money he has.

The mentality of having surplus food and the mentality of not having surplus food are two completely different concepts.

It won’t be too late to buy it after you get the royalties from the fourth batch of printing.

After all, the Saint Lady had already talked to him about this.

She helped mediate the sale of that house.

The result was that she could keep the house for him until the end of June.

Buzz. Buzz.

Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated twice.

A message popped up at the top of the screen.

The message was sent by 'Ragdoll Cat'.

[How was your week?]

Looking at this line of text, he first glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the phone screen before typing out a reply.

It's already ten forty at night.

According to the Saint Lady's schedule, she should be asleep by now.

【So-so】

So-so?

On the other end of the phone, Amamiya Ayana, who was lying on the bed, chewed over these four words carefully, then stood up and sat on the bed, tapped the screen with her bare fingers, and gave a reply.

[Didn't you encounter anything interesting? If not, embarrassing things are fine.]

She felt a headache when she thought about the tutoring classes tomorrow and the party she had to attend in the evening.

But she had no right to refuse either of these two schedules.

So she urgently needed to find someone to talk to and ease the resistance in her heart.

But think about it carefully...

Before she met Mr. Troll, she seemed to have never felt so resistant.

I just think this schedule is normal.

As for the dinner party, it couldn't be better.

This is an excellent social venue for building connections and expanding your circle.

It's all your fault, Mr. Troll!
The Saint Lady has become different!

[I'm telling you something that makes me unhappy so that you can be happy, right? ]

His reply came as promised.

[That’s right! o(￣ヘ￣o＃)]

Amamiya Ayana held the phone in her hands, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised slightly.

Even through the phone screen, she could imagine Watanabe Yu's tone and expression on the other end.

[Well, if I must say, does listening to everyone discussing Norwegian Wood every day in the class group count? ]

The main reason is that Kiriyama and Ma’s thinking is a bit too divergent.

But it’s normal to think about it.

You can't expect a guy who can mishear "Fuck, this game is so fucking awesome" as "Eh? Who the fuck is cosplaying as a maid?" to be serious, right?
【Kitten scratching his head.jpg】

She thought this made no sense at all.

As an author, shouldn't you feel secretly happy when you see someone praising your work?
[They are a little too concerned about Watanabe's love life]

He really couldn't understand.

Compared to Midori and Naoko, under the leadership of BYD Kiriyama and Ma, everyone is more interested in Watanabe's emotional experience.

Each time they discussed something more absurd than the last.

'Watanabe' has already had ten relationships in the beginning and gradually developed into a playboy.

Yesterday, 'Watanabe' evolved again

——Why didn’t Watanabe hide his experience as a gigolo in his early years.

【hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh】

Looking at the words on the screen, Amamiya Ayana smiled even more brightly.

I think he wouldn't blame her for taking advantage of his misfortune at this time.

[Remember not to use your last name as the protagonist next time, great writer]

After thinking for a while, she typed out another line of text.

【Sir, Yes_sir! 】

[Join us, Mr. Troll]

【okay】

Looking at Watanabe Yu's answer, she hesitated for a moment, but still started complaining.

[Tomorrow I have to go to those annoying classes again, all day long]

He said that.

When you can complain, don't keep negative emotions in your heart. However, her mood has improved a lot.

The message appears as read.

His reply followed.

【Awesome! 】

Ok……

Should I say it is Mr. Troll?

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

【…convex(｀∧)convex! 】

After thinking for a while, she replied with a concise emoticon.

【hey-hey】

Reply to messages within seconds.

Then, another message came.

[I am different. I will attend my classmate’s birthday party tomorrow! ]

Birthday party?
Amamiya Ayana's slender fingers grasped a strand of falling black hair and unconsciously twisted it in circles.

Under the warm light, a thoughtful look flashed across those beautiful eyes.

[Remember to take two photos, just pretend I participated]

That way, it shouldn't be too deliberate.

She raised her eyes and looked towards the desk, waiting for Watanabe Yu's reply.

【receive】

His reply was brief and to the point.

Ok……

Give him another hint.

The Saint Lady considered her words carefully and did what she said.

【How do your classmates plan to celebrate their birthdays? 】

She began to persuade him patiently.

【Open-air BBQ】

Speaking of this, Watanabe Yu suddenly became interested.

At that time in the afternoon, he had already had a private chat with Takakura Maki.

He discussed the issue of barbecue seasoning with her.

The other party said that the seasoning they use for barbecue is either salt or dipping sauce.

Then, this silenced him completely.

He made up his mind that he would go to Chinatown tomorrow morning!

Get some cumin, chili powder, sesame seeds and the like.

then.

Give them a little Old Chinese BBQ shock.

hum.

The vibration of his cell phone brought him back to reality.

[…I’m a little envious]

The Saint Lady’s reply came as promised.

【ah? ? 】

He froze for a moment.

In his impression, it is true that the Saint Lady is very down-to-earth.

But how should I put it? It was really hard for him to imagine what this young lady looked like when she went to the barbecue restaurant.

Well, the overall style is different, you know.

[What?]

He could recreate her voice in his mind just from the words.

[It's a bit unexpected. It's hard to imagine that you would be interested in this.]

Yu Watanabe is quite frank.

【This is your weird filter, Mr. Troll! 】

There was a pause over there, and then another message was added.

[Can't the Saint Lady be interested in self-service BBQ? ]

She pursed her lips.

[My problem is stereotype]

It seems to be true, he is just being pretentious.

[In short, I’m very envious! ]

She continued to hint.

[I always feel like you are pointing at me? ]

【What if? 】

[Speak, time]

hum~
That's quite a good point, Mr. Troll!

The Saint Lady showed a satisfied smile.

It was worth all her effort.

[Alas, I may not have much free time recently]

Unfortunately, her schedule was fully booked for the next two weeks.

The earliest it can be done is mid-June.

【Then call me in advance when you are free】

He has already thought about it.

If the time is right, I'll get myself an oven.

The new house is very big, with open space for self-service BBQ.

As for the neighbors, just give them a heads-up in advance or send a portion over after baking, and there will be no problem.

[OK, good night]

【Good night】

Ayana Amamiya put down her phone and her eyes became more determined.

Okay, I’ve finished venting my negative emotions.

Positive emotions are enough.

I’m motivated!

She patted her cheek gently.

Come on tomorrow!
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