My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 240 Futaba Publishing House's Jun Kazuno

the next day.

"Tsuna, did you resubmit the manuscript last night?"

"Hmm." He swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded, looking at the energetic girl beside him, and couldn't help but ask with a hint of curiosity, "How did you know?"

He didn't mention this to Shoko last night, unless...

Shoko blurted out, "I came over this morning and saw that your computer was still on. As soon as I turned it on, I saw the automatic reply in your email."

"..." He continued eating his breakfast after hearing this, which was pretty much what he had guessed.

She sat on a chair to the side, her eyes fixed on someone's mouth, swinging her legs as she pressed, "'He' said he'd give a reply within seven days, Tsuna, do you think this time it'll pass?"

"I think so." Tsuna paused, recalling the personal profile he had seen last night, and explained:
"This time I chose someone who just joined the company, someone who has just graduated from university and should be in dire need of opportunities to prove themselves."

"Ding dong..."

Just as Shoko was about to say something, the doorbell rang, interrupting their conversation.

"It must be Takagi-chan and the others. I'll go open the door." She stood up, turned around, and left the restaurant.

Just as she expected, the two people at the door were indeed Sana Takagi and Ayumi Ajitani.

She came back, told the person having breakfast, then slung her shoulder bag over her shoulder and went shopping with the two people waiting at the door.

Suddenly, he was left alone at home as a 'lonely old man'. Shizuka Miyamura went to the Nishimiya family home to chat with Yaeko Nishimiya, while Daio Miyamura went fishing with his fishing buddies early in the morning.

"Ding……"

Just as he was hesitating between going back to sleep or continuing to write, his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was a message from an unexpected friend.

"I'm heartbroken, come keep me company."

When Tsuna saw this strange message, he was bewildered, but he quickly tried to recall what had happened to Shin-chan over the past few years.

The end result is that it seems like we've never heard of Shin-chan ever having a girlfriend...

And if we're talking about girlfriends, Ai is more likely, but she and Shin-chan don't go to the same junior high school.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he immediately sent three question marks.

"???"

"I put away Nana-chan's wedding invitation this morning..."

"(Crying bitterly.jpg)"

Looking at the instant reply from the other end and its contents, he was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure of what to say in response.

Shin-chan's "Nana-chan" was someone he had met a few times when he was in kindergarten. She was a very pretty and gentle girl, but he didn't remember her much after that.

But that's not the point. The point is that he'd never heard of Shin-chan and Nanako being together...

Moreover, the age difference between the two is unlikely...

"What about Masao and Adai?"

"Zhengnan went to see Xiaoai and hasn't replied to me yet. Adai has to help his sister at the shop and can't get away this morning, but he can come over this afternoon."

"..."

"wait for me"

"Tsuna, you'd better bring some more food with you."

"People our age can't buy alcohol..."

"No need to bring drinks, just bring some 'Mr. Crocodile Mountain Chocolate'."

"..."

Upon seeing his reply, for a moment, he didn't want to go anymore. He even suspected that Xiaoxin had run out of his allowance for the month and was using this as an excuse to get food because he was craving something...

"Okay." He put his phone away, the screen off, and quickly finished the last few bites of his breakfast. After cleaning up, he grabbed his coat from the living room, changed his shoes in the entryway, and shouted back at the empty house:
"I am leaving."

"Click..."

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"My name is Kazuno Jun. This is my second month since being hired by Futaba Publishing House, and I still have one month left before I'm no longer an intern."

As for why I was able to become an editor despite being an intern, I'm not entirely sure myself. Maybe it's because of my major...

"Hey! This is the last stop, are you getting off or not!?"

"Huh? Oh, oh, oh, next, next, next."

The girl wearing round-framed glasses nodded hurriedly, grabbed her shoulder bag, and quickly ran off the bus.

As soon as she got out of the car, she turned around and thanked the driver before running towards the distant high-rise buildings.

In early March, Tokyo was still chilly with the lingering effects of spring. The morning breeze carried the cold light from the electronic screens in front of the subway station, brushing against the hem of her tightly wrapped black suit.

The patent leather high heels tapped rapidly on the zebra crossing, and the shoulder bag bumped against her waist with each step, causing the employee badge inside the bag to flip up at one corner.

In the photo, her makeup is exquisite, creating a stark contrast with her hair, which is now disheveled by the wind.

"Xiao Shun, we'll be late if we don't hurry."

The security guard in front of Futaba Publishing House, holding a thermos, looked at the girl coming out of the elevator and couldn't help but joke.

Kazun glanced at the electronic time on the counter: '8:57'. He quickened his pace, not forgetting to respond to the old man from before:

"Grandpa, I'm going to be late! Wait until I finish swiping my card, then we can talk!!"

The old man watched the girl run away, shook his head helplessly, and looked away. If she was late again this time, it would be the seventh time she had been late this month, including the previous ones.

"Done, done, haha, almost late."

Kazunori Jun, who was standing in front of the time clock, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and quickly returned to her workstation.

"Dong dong dong..."

A boy in a plaid shirt tapped on her desk, and when she looked over, he explained, "Fengye, the president wants you to go to his office."

"..." The girl, who had thought everything would be alright, suddenly felt weak. She thanked him and could only helplessly get up and walk towards the president's office.

There's no escaping it now; we have no choice but to face it...

"Thump...thump..."

"Enter."

The girl mustered her courage and pushed open the wooden door in front of her. The first thing she saw was a middle-aged man sitting in the boss's chair. She walked into the office, turned around and closed the door. Before he could even speak, she preemptively said:
“Dad, I wasn’t late this time, you can’t use that against me.”

"..." The middle-aged man paused, glanced at the girl in front of him, and raised his hand to rub his throbbing head. "Your mother asked when you're moving back."

"I do not want."

Kazun refused without hesitation, causing a vein to throb on the forehead of the middle-aged man opposite him. "It's alright, you can leave now."

There's only one month left. If you don't produce some results soon, even your grandfather's pleas won't help.

"Hi, hi, hi..."

Kazunori didn't seem to care about her being late, so he gave a perfunctory reply and turned to leave the office, leaving the middle-aged man rubbing his head in the office.

As soon as the girl stepped out of the office, she greeted her passing colleagues, who responded enthusiastically upon hearing her familiar voice.

Kazuno returned to his workstation, skillfully entered his password on the keyboard, waited a while, and then opened his email to read the manuscript.

As for whether she likes the job or not, she probably does, mainly because she gets to see other people's work in advance, provided it's something that appeals to her.

She could even urge the editor to submit her work online and offline, which was her dream when she was in school. Moreover, her colleagues were enthusiastic, and most importantly, no one knew about her 'relationship' with the editor-in-chief.

(End of this chapter)