My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

How are royalties calculated for Chapter 246?
He had a pretty good idea of ​​why she called.

This morning at breakfast, my husband told him the general situation: the contract was settled, and the copyright remained with him.

She also said she had a surprise for him, and he would find out soon enough.

"Ms. Glass, do you have time this afternoon?"

"Is it about the contract?" Tsuna ignored the stares from the students passing by in the corridor.

"Glass teacher, you already know? Well, that makes sense. So, Glass teacher, are you free at 5 PM?"

Tsuna paused for a moment upon hearing this. The timing was perfect; it was 5 PM, and he and Shoko could stay in the art club until 4:30 PM before leaving.

"Yes, shall we meet at the same coffee shop as yesterday?"

"Uh-huh."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up the phone when Shoko returned with her lunchbox.

Back in his seat, under her curious gaze, he explained briefly, and she understood what he meant. However, the three people beside him were still completely confused.

Shoko gave them a brief explanation, but didn't mention the book's title.

"What? Really?" Ayumi Ajitani stopped chewing her food.

Takagi Sana was only surprised for a moment, but quickly regained her normal expression.

Naoto Nishikata paused in his act of tearing open the packaging. "What's the title? I've never heard you mention it before, Miyamura."

In the past three years, he had never mentioned this matter, and not a word of it had been revealed, which really surprised the three of them.

"Really, but it's not certain yet, since we haven't signed a contract." Tsuna couldn't stand their intense gazes and quickly nodded in response.

When asked about the book title mentioned by Naoto Nishikata, he selectively changed the subject, saying that most of the light novels he had written in the past three years were "healing" stories, and he was afraid of being confronted by the three of them in person.

He was mainly too embarrassed to fight back.

Moreover, in the past ten years or so, his research on light novels in Japan has shown that most of the light novels in this world have happy endings.

Another major issue is that it's rotten...

There's nothing good to watch at all. It can't compare to what he watched in his previous life. Even Action Kamen, which he watched in kindergarten, is still going on and there's nothing that can replace it.

As early as third grade, he was certain that he had not been reborn as a neon child from his previous life.

Shoko answered all the questions from the three people behind her, while Tsuna quietly ate his bento.

Even after lunch break ended and the school bell rang, Naoto Nishikata and Ayumi Ajitani still couldn't quite believe it was real.

The two had tried writing light novels before, but when they sat in front of the computer, their minds were completely blank. The inspirations that flashed through their minds during class would disappear without a trace as soon as they sat in front of the computer.

The March wind, still carrying a lingering chill, shattered into warm, granular notes as the bell rang at a little past three in the afternoon.

The early-blooming Kawazu cherry blossoms were startled by the students leaving school; the metallic sound of schoolbag zippers rattling startled the sparrows that were chirping on the branches.

The baseball team boys' uniforms billowed as they ran, brushing against the shadows of flowers; the girls walked side by side through the melting snow under the eaves, their socks clinging to the fine dust of the gymnastics hall's wooden floor; and the smell of burnt cookies from home economics class still lingered in their apron pockets.

See you two tomorrow.

"Bye-Bye."

"See you tomorrow."

After saying goodbye to Tsuna and Shoko, the three of them walked out of the classroom side by side. Tsuna and Shoko finished cleaning the classroom and headed straight for the art club.

After greeting Ms. Naruko, who was heavily pregnant, he went straight back to his seat and continued drawing.

After the two graduate in mid-March, Ms. Naruko will begin her maternity leave, and Shoko has said she will visit her then. Ms. Naruko warmly welcomes her; she has grown to adore Shoko over the past two and a half years.

When Tsuna's alarm rang, the two of them briefly explained to her that they had something to do and left the art club and school early, heading straight for the coffee shop from yesterday.

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"Ding Dong..."

A-Tsuna pushed open the door, and a soft bell rang. The same aroma of dark roasted coffee beans and the dry scent of cedar wood wafted out.

Because it was Monday, there were far fewer customers in the coffee shop than yesterday, only one or two tables. He immediately spotted Kazuno Jun in the same spot as last night.

As the two approached, Fengye Jun's gaze lingered on them, noticing their clasped hands. Thinking back to her pregnancy, she suddenly felt that the juice wasn't so sweet after all, and even tasted a bit bitter.

"Ms. Glass, I didn't know you came with two people and only ordered one drink. I'm sorry."

It wasn't until the waiter brought the drink to A-Gang that Kazunori hurriedly apologized.

"It's alright, it's my fault for not telling you beforehand." Tsuna waved his hand and pushed the glass of strawberry juice in front of Shoko. "Shall we start signing the contract right away?"

"No need, no need. Your guardian, President Miyamura, already signed it for you last night..."

When she spoke of Miyamura Daio, her tone softened slightly.

Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable! She was heartbroken for a long time after getting home last night. The novel she had such high hopes for had its contract fall through...

She even ordered a lot of desserts to comfort herself, but she didn't expect the surprise to come so soon.

This morning, as soon as she arrived at the publishing house, her father called her into his office and praised her highly, making her think that her father had developed Alzheimer's disease prematurely.

After the simple explanation that followed, she couldn't believe her father was talking in his sleep. Is this how rich kids play nowadays?

Instead of taking over a perfectly good agency, they actually want to write light novels...

President Kazunori: I'd like to return those words to you!

But none of that matters. What matters is that Glass Teacher is still signed to her name, and she can see Glass Teacher's work immediately!
She instantly snapped out of her jumbled thoughts and continued explaining:

"Today I'm just briefly explaining the process to you. After that, we should be chatting on LINE."

"Okay." Tsuna nodded. His phone was at home, so he could only add the other person as a friend when he got back.

Meanwhile, Shoko quietly sipped her juice, not interrupting their conversation.

"Glass Teacher, how much of this light novel have you written yet?"

"To be honest, I've already finished writing it."

"!!!" Kazunari exclaimed in surprise. So he hadn't been telling the truth from the beginning yesterday...

However, I'm still not sure if the other person is exaggerating...

"Glass teacher, can it be divided into two volumes? We can publish the first volume as a physical book directly for you, without needing to upload it to Futaba Bunko."

Kazunori tried hard to recall what her father had told her this morning:
"As for the second volume, we'll see how well the physical sales of the first volume go. If it's a passable result, we'll also publish a physical copy of the second volume."

"Hmm..." Tsuna hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."

So this is the surprise Old Deng was talking about...

"!" Upon hearing this, Kazunari suppressed his excitement, striving to maintain a calm tone and control the corners of his mouth that were about to turn upwards:
"Then please send me the divided first volume tonight so I can check it for you."

"Yes, no problem." Tsuna nodded, then followed up with, "So how are the royalties divided?"

(End of this chapter)