My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 245 Will Old Deng make a move?
"Thank you."

Kazuno Junichi sat down and exchanged a few pleasantries with Tsuna. The waiter then brought out the drink that Tsuna had ordered a dozen minutes earlier and placed it in front of her.

"Mr. Glass, would you mind telling me how old you are...?"

"Glass?"

Hearing this, Shizuka Miyamura, who was eavesdropping at the table behind her, looked at Shoko, who was once again engrossed in her dessert, and wondered why Tsuna would choose such a pen name.

(Note: In Japanese, '硝子' corresponds to the kanji '玻璃' (glass), and '硝子製品' (glass products) means glass products.)
"Sixteen years old? What's wrong?" Tsuna asked, a little puzzled.

Kazun shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm just a little curious." Then, his voice trailed off.
"If I hadn't seen it in person, I wouldn't have believed that 'We still don't know the name of the flower we saw that day' was written by a junior high school student..."

"Let's get straight to the point. What's the signing process like?" Miyamura Daio was already getting impatient with the two of them, not wanting to waste any more time on small talk.

"Oh, good."

Upon hearing this, Kazuno Jun quickly took out several printed paper contracts from his shoulder bag and handed them to Miyamura Daio, carefully explaining the general process and situation to the two of them.

After listening, Tsuna thought about it in his mind again and asked:
"Sister Xiaoshun, do you mean that if I want to publish a physical book, I have to upload the first volume of my work to Futaba Bunko first?"

Will the decision to publish a physical book ultimately depend on building popularity through reader clicks and readership?

"Yes." Kazunori nodded vigorously, then patted his bouncing chest to assure him:
"But don't worry, Glass teacher, I guarantee that there will be absolutely no problem with your book being published as a physical book."

The two had already introduced themselves during their previous pleasantries, but they were still using different names for each other.

"What about the copyright of this novel?" Daio Miyamura asked.

Kazunori looked at the spot he was pointing to and patiently explained:

"The copyright belongs exclusively to Futaba Publishing House, and authors are prohibited from submitting similar works to other publishers during the cooperation period."

Miyamura Daio nodded, pondered for a moment, and under the questioning gazes of Kazuno Jun and Tsuna, handed the contract back.

"W-what's wrong? Is there something you're not happy about?" Kazun asked, puzzled, even thinking that the contract might fall through...

He gave Tsuna a reassuring look, "The terms in the contract are quite good, but I still want to discuss it further."

In Japan, the light novel genre is relatively backward; one could even say that no representative works have emerged yet.

The contract he has now seems pretty good on the surface, but there are still many potential problems, though of course he can't bring these up in front of people.

We don't even know if the other party has the ability to amend the contract yet. It would be better to have him have a meal with President Kazuno of Futaba Publishing to discuss it more quickly.

Moreover, he also had some selfish motives. Putting aside whether Tsuna's light novel would become a hit, there were several potential issues regarding the copyright alone.

Putting aside the copyright issues, he happens to have the ability to leave the copyright directly with Tsuna, so why not leave it?

If Tsuna wants to adapt a manga or anime in the future, he can make the final decision.

"Further? How do we go further...?"

Kazeno Shun was very puzzled. In the past two months, she had signed two or three authors, but she had never heard them mention anything about having a further discussion.

Those people were all people who, after she pulled out their contracts, had the other party glance at them briefly and immediately signed their names on them...

"Don't worry, when Tsuna signs a contract later, it will be registered under your name."

Miyamura Daio said casually, having a rough idea of ​​what kind of girl he was looking for, but not yet sure if he was right.

While Kazuno was completely bewildered, the group chatted briefly before she realized it was probably over and could only leave dejectedly. She didn't dare utter a word of reassurance; the pressure from the other party was too great, it felt like there was no room for negotiation…

As for Miyamura Daio's previous statement, he took it as just a polite remark.

After the other party left, Miyamura Daio gave Tsuna a brief explanation, and Tsuna quickly understood what his old man, Tsuna, meant.

Simply put, his dad will handle things, so he can just focus on writing and his dad will take care of the contract issues.

After the other person left, Shoko took the half-eaten cake and sat down opposite Tsuna: "How did it go, Tsuna?"

"Let's make it a semi-contract."

"A semi-contract...?" Shoko tilted her head in confusion.

She was just an intern editor, and now she's got a semi-contracted job. She really doesn't understand anything about light novels; she's completely clueless...

After Ah Gang explained it to her in general terms, she finally understood. The four of them then sat in the coffee shop for another ten minutes or so before leaving.

Daiki Miyamura drove the three of them home, explained the situation to Shizuka Miyamura, and told her not to prepare his dinner for the night before driving away.

It wasn't until after 10 p.m. that Miyamura Daio returned home with a faint smell of alcohol on him. He had only drunk a little, but most of it was drunk by 'others'.

Shizuka Miyamura had prepared a hangover soup for him in advance. After drinking it, he wanted to go to bed, but she made him go to the bathroom to take a shower before he could climb into bed.

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In early March, as dawn broke, the chill of the night still lingered in the thin mist on the streets of Tokyo. Office workers in sharp suits poured out of the subway entrance like migratory birds, the hems of their dark coats ruffled by the wind.

The students' navy blue uniform skirts swept across the sidewalk, and the shoulder straps of their backpacks shimmered in the morning light.

They passed by, their bicycle bells ringing crisply, and steam from oden wafted out as the automatic doors of the convenience store opened and closed.

As usual, A-Tsuna was distracted in class. Since he was graduating directly, the teachers relaxed their management of them a lot, and some students who fell asleep in class were no longer woken up by the teachers.

Aside from Ms. Nokitaki, no one dared to sleep in her class.

“Boom…boom…boom…!”

"get out of class dismissed, students. And remember to wake up those who are sleeping and tell them to get up for lunch." The elderly teacher chuckled as he walked out of the classroom.

The quiet classroom suddenly became noisy, and the students who were still dreaming didn't need to be woken up.

Shoko took two bento boxes out of her bag and was about to reach out and shake someone awake, but when she turned her head, she saw that he was already awake and his eyes were still fixed on his watch.

"I'm going out to take this call. Shoko, could you heat up my bento?" Tsuna showed her the caller ID on his watch; it was Jun Kazano from yesterday.

"Uh-huh."

Shoko nodded in agreement without hesitation. This was Tsuna's serious business, and it was best not to be willful at this time.

She got up and pulled Ayumi and Takagi, who were still looking confused, to the heating station in the cafeteria on the first floor to heat up their bento boxes.

As for Nishikata, his family hadn't prepared a bento box for him today, so he rushed down to the convenience store to buy rice balls as soon as the teacher said get out of class was over.

Otherwise, you might not be able to squeeze into the convenience store if you're late, and even if you do, you'll have to wait ten minutes or so just to pay.

"Hello? Sister Xiaoshun, what's wrong?" Gang walked into the corridor, his gaze falling on the cherry blossom trees downstairs that had not yet bloomed, and answered the phone.

(End of this chapter)