My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 242 Glass Teacher? (Two-in-One)

"I'm back."

"Now that you're back, wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

"Hi……"

After changing his shoes in the entryway, Tsuna went straight to the kitchen. Once everything was ready, during dinner, he took the opportunity to mention the manuscript he submitted the night before to Shizuka Miyamura.

Shizuka Miyamura agreed without hesitation. She knew what Tsuna meant; it was simply that she, as his guardian, would need to sign the contract and other formalities later on...

Furthermore, Japanese civil law requires individuals to be 20 years of age or older to sign contracts independently without the need for a guardian's consent.

(The protagonist is currently living around 2017, while Japan's Civil Code amendment took effect in April 2022, lowering the age of majority from 20 to 18.)
After the two finished their meal, Tsuna cleared the table and went back upstairs to continue writing, while Shizuka went back to the master bedroom to take a nap.

As the cement road was still steaming with a thin layer of heat at noon, the bronze bell hanging on the eaves of the distant temple was suddenly struck by the wind.

On the branches where the cherry blossoms were still dormant, camellia petals fluttered down into the shadow of the vending machine, and in the blink of an eye, the shadow slanted up the convenience store curtain.

"Tsuna, I'm back!" The girl excitedly pushed open the door, carrying a small bag with the dessert shop's logo on it.

"Shouldn't you have knocked first?" Tsuna leaned back in his chair, rubbing his slightly sore eyes with a hint of helplessness.

"I forgot."

Shoko placed the dessert she was holding on the table, playfully sticking out her little tongue, then stopped being cute and curiously asked:
"Tsuna, have you received a reply from the editor?"

"Only half a day has passed, how could it be that fast?" He put his blue light blocking glasses back on and shrugged helplessly.

Keep in mind that he chose Futaba Publishing House, a relatively well-known publishing house in Japan, where at least fifty people submit manuscripts to the editors in a single day.

It's unlikely that it will be his turn so soon, given that he only submitted his work close to midnight last night.

"Oh, then come and try this I brought back for you."

Seeing this, Shoko reached out to open the dessert box in the bag, but Tsuna stopped her by raising his hand, "Put it in the fridge first? I'll eat it later, I'm not very hungry right now."

"also."

Shoko picked up the bag, went downstairs, put it in the restaurant refrigerator, and went back upstairs. At the same time, she couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Where's Auntie?"

With his eyes glued to the computer screen and without looking up, Tsuna replied, "She went shopping with her best friend."

"oh oh."

Upon hearing this, she stopped asking questions, walked to the person's bedside, kicked off her slippers, and quickly slipped into the covers.
"Tsuna, wake me up when Auntie gets back later. Good afternoon~"

"..."

When he turned around, Shoko on the bed had already closed her eyes, sighed silently, and continued to look back at the screen, her typing on the keyboard unconsciously slowing down by a fraction.

Meanwhile, at Futaba's office.

"Knock knock..." A girl walked up to Fengye Shun's desk, tapped the surface with her index finger, and invited, "Shun, want to go eat?"

Kazun looked up at the girl in front of him, his eyes also glancing at the people waiting behind her.

Among them was the editor with the Mediterranean beer belly who initially gave her a slight aversion when she joined the company; she politely waved her hand and declined.

"Senior Kogure, you can go ahead, I'm not very hungry yet."

After speaking, he turned back to the computer screen, unaware of the editor behind him whose face had stiffened.

The girl didn't react to her rejection at all; she was just a little curious about what she was looking at so intently.

She walked over to Kazuno Jun and bent down slightly. She glanced at the screen, then looked away after just a couple of quick glances. At first glance, she confirmed that it was a light novel submitted by someone else, and at the second glance, she noticed the title.

The book title was a bit long, and I almost forgot it as soon as I stood up straight.

"Xiao Shun, there are never enough manuscripts to read. Your health is more important. Why don't you go eat first and then come back to read them?"

"This is different."

Although Kazuno said that, he didn't refuse her this time. He stood up and went to a nearby restaurant with the girl and the others.

She felt that what Senior Kogure said made some sense, and she also felt that it wasn't good to refuse people too many times in a row.

In addition, senior colleague Gongmu has been quite helpful to her in her work.

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"Shoko, wake up."

After calling her several times without success, Gang gently shook her, saying, "It'll be dinner time in about thirty minutes."

"Just five more minutes of sleep, just five more minutes of sleep." Shoko slapped his hand away, turned over, and kept muttering to herself.

"..."

He could already foresee that Shoko would definitely not be sleepy before midnight tonight and would even make a video call to 'bother' him.

After thinking it over, he set about ten alarms on his phone with a one-minute interval and placed them next to Shoko's pillow. Then he turned around and went downstairs to help his mother.

"Where's Shoko? Is she still not awake?" Shizuka Miyamura, who was preparing ingredients, was a little puzzled because she didn't see the person she wanted.

“Hmm, she wants to sleep for another five minutes.” He walked to his familiar spot, picked up the garlic, and started peeling it.

"Then let her sleep a little longer, we can call her for dinner later."

"It might be a bit late; she should be waking up soon." Tsuna paused in his work.

Before she could even finish wondering what Tsuna meant, she saw Shoko walk up to him quickly, slap him on the arm angrily, and shove her phone into his pocket.

"Ring...ring...ring...!"

Just as she was about to ask what had happened, she heard the phone alarm ring. In an instant, she guessed the general reason and even felt that Shoko's slap had been too light.

However, she chose not to interfere with their bickering and let them handle it themselves.

Until after dinner, Shoko pretended to be angry and ignored the man. She was finally appeased when he took out the dessert from the refrigerator.

As dusk spreads across the horizon, a gradient of indigo and pale purple appears, and the ridgeline of Mount Fuji blurs into an ink-wash outline in the distance.

Stone lanterns lit up one after another with a warm glow, and people returning home walked briskly along the shrine's approach.

After saying goodnight to him on the second floor, Shoko turned and left.

Just as A-Gang was about to focus on writing, the black screen of his phone suddenly popped up with a video call interface, and he knew that his guess this afternoon was correct.

Reach out and click "agree," then prop the phone aside so that Shoko on the other end can see her upper body and continue to focus on the computer screen.

"Tsuna, I can't sleep. Can you tell me a story?"

"Can you really hear me clearly through the phone...?" Tsuna muttered to himself.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Tsuna, just point the screen at your face so I can read your lips."

Upon hearing this, Tsuna could only silently readjust the position of his phone. As for Shoko's ear problem, he would definitely have to take her to the hospital for a check-up when she reached high school.

"Is this better?" he asked, trying to slow his speech.

"Alright, alright, I can see it now."

"Tsuna, I regret it. I should have known better than to sleep so long this afternoon. I'm sure I'll have dark circles under my eyes again when I wake up tomorrow..."

A-Tsuna said with a hint of helplessness, "You can sleep in a little longer tomorrow, you don't have to get up so early every day."

"No, I see you getting up so early every day to go for a morning run, I don't want to fall behind."

"Tomorrow's the weekend, you're up so early and have nothing to do..." "Waiting for you to come back."

"..."

Next, he listened to Shoko's occasional little complaints, and he would offer a word of comfort. Then the conversation shifted to the interesting things that happened to her while she was out shopping that day.

Tsuna also told her about Shin-chan's breakup today, which greatly shocked Shoko.

Time passed by unnoticed, and it was past midnight. He saw that Shoko's eyelids were already drooping, but she was still trying to stay awake and chat with him.

For a moment, he was both amused and exasperated.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep. You don't have to force yourself to chat with me."

"And what about you?" Shoko yawned, her eyes still fixed on someone's face.

"I'll sleep well too."

He understood the meaning behind her words almost instantly. He felt a little helpless, but he still saved the record on the computer, shut it down, and prepared to go to sleep.

"Goodnight, Tsuna."

"Good night."

The video ends with Shoko hanging up after Tsuna gets into bed and covers himself with the blanket.

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A sliver of pale gold, like melting snow, rises from the summit of Mount Fuji. The morning mist cools the stone steps of the shrine, and the early train brings the first wisp of smoke as it rolls along the tracks.

"What happened next? Why is that all? There's only one volume??"

Huddled in bed, Kazunori Jun stared at the manuscript of his novel on his phone, which was already overflowing with pages, and kept repeating that phrase.

Last night, after having dinner with those people and returning to her workstation, she forced herself to stop reading and started looking at other submissions. In her mind, this novel had already passed the test.

But by the time she got off work, she hadn't seen any novels that could compare to this one; they were all manuscripts with illogical plots, chaotic descriptions, and other nonsensical elements…

Finally, since she had a day off the next day, she saved the novel, which still had more than 50,000 words left, to her phone, intending to bring it back to read.

But she was delayed by something else as soon as she stepped out the door. Since it was her day off the next day, her department had a dinner party, and she was also facing multiple invitations from senior colleague Gong Mu.

She had no choice but to agree, and ate and chatted with everyone at the izakaya until after 10 p.m. before they all went home. Then, due to various other things, she was delayed until now before she could finish watching.

In short, an unlucky day...

"Yes, yes, the contributor's name and contact information."

She threw off the covers and put on the glasses on the bedside table, but even the thick glasses couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes.

I rushed to the computer and turned it on, then eagerly opened my email and started checking.

She saved the novel last night, but nothing else, because that would affect her reading experience...

'Glass? What a strange pen name.' She muttered to herself before turning her gaze to the contact information below.

Quickly dial the number on your phone using the Arabic numerals above.

"Beep beep..."

"No one is answering... Is it too early?" She glanced at the time, '7:36'.

Okay, it's a bit early...

But she still stubbornly dialed several more times.

At the same time, A-Gang, who had just finished his morning run and returned home, went upstairs to get his clothes when he heard his phone ring. As soon as he picked it up, he saw that the other end had hung up.

I unlocked it and wow, there were over a dozen caller IDs, all from unknown numbers.

Just as he was hesitating whether to call back, his phone vibrated, and the screen instantly switched to the call page.

"Hello? Who is this?" Tsuna answered without hesitation.

After all, the other side has already launched another attack, so there's nothing to hesitate about.

"Are you Teacher Glass?"

Tsuna could hear the excitement mixed with exhaustion in the other person's voice, a bit like someone who'd stayed up all night...

However, she still agreed: "Yes, you're an editor at Futaba Publishing House?"

"Yes, yes, did Glass-sensei just wake up? Or did I disturb you?"

"No, I just got back from exercising. My phone was at home, and I just saw it."

From the above passage, Gang felt that the other person didn't seem like a seasoned veteran who had worked in the workplace for a long time.

That makes sense, since when he submitted his work, the profile he saw was from someone who had been with the company for two or three months.

As for that headshot, who would believe it? It could have been taken five or six years ago...

The other person exchanged a few more pleasantries with Tsuna, mostly about how he had just finished exercising. It wasn't until Tsuna couldn't stand the sticky feeling on his body that they finally got to the point.

"My submission was approved, right?"

"Yes, yes, Glass teacher, are you free this afternoon? Let's meet at a coffee shop to chat."

I'm off today, so it's not convenient for me to go to Futaba Publishing House right now.

Normally, contributors are invited to sign contracts with Shuangye Publishing House, but she's on leave this time and doesn't want to go.

As for why they didn't meet in the morning or at noon, it's because she wanted to take another nap first...

"Okay, let's meet at 3 PM at that newly opened coffee shop on Shuangye Street?"

Under the questioning gazes of Shizuka and Daio, Tsuna took his phone and went downstairs while talking on it, carrying a change of clothes in his other hand.

However, neither of them chose to disturb him.

"Okay, okay, I'll bring the contract and everything and wait for you there this afternoon."

"Okay, I'll hang up now, bye—"

"Wait! Glass-sensei, how many words have you written in your light novel? Or have you only written the first volume?"

Tsuna hesitated for a moment, "Volumes two, three, and four are all finished. Is there a problem?"

"No, no, no, just asking. See you this afternoon, bye-bye."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Tsuna glanced at the page where the call had ended and suddenly felt that the other party didn't seem very reliable...

"Tsuna, who was that just now? Why did they call you so early in the morning?" Shizuka Miyamura was the first to ask, unable to contain her curiosity.

Gang put his phone aside, barely suppressing the smile that was about to appear on his face. "Mom, how about we go to 'that' coffee shop at 3 pm this afternoon? My first book got a contract."

Under Shizuka Miyamura's slightly surprised gaze, Tsuna left those words behind and turned to walk into the bathroom.

At this point, saying anything more is useless; the only thing to do is to surprise Shizuka. As for Old Man Deng's expression, it remains unchanged.

It doesn't matter. How could my old man possibly show too much surprise because a book was signed, unless he makes a name for himself in Japan?

(End of this chapter)