My second life is a bit strange?

Hayasaka pushed the dizzy Kaguya away, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand; that was all she could do.

Kaguya was walking down the corridor when she suddenly smelled a cigarette. She frowned uncomfortably, but since she had no official duties, she didn't want to get involved.

It turned out that the man was Feng's father. He was standing next to the toilet, and the smoke was rising upwards.

If you let the other party get away with it, you might get a lecture from the inspectors.

"Uncle, smoking is not allowed inside the school building."

Baiyin's father turned on the tap, extinguished his cigarette butt, washed his face with the water, and pointed to a notice on the wall: "I only smoked because I saw this sign. Sorry."

Kaguya then noticed that a temporary smoking area sign had been posted on the wall sometime during the night.

Indeed, the school should have considered that some parents have a smoking habit.

Realizing that he had been careless, he quickly apologized: "It was my fault, I'm sorry, I didn't notice."

"Isn't this Kaguya-chan?"

The silver father recognized the girl in front of him; she seemed to be the girl from the gossip story his wife had been telling. He knew her relationship with his son was not simple, and a smile crept onto his face as his mind began to work.

"Could you tell me what Feng is like at school?"

"Of course, Shirogane is really outstanding, and he is so mature that he doesn't seem like someone his age."

"He's been very sensible since he was little."

"Feng has a great personality; he's kind, thoughtful, and gentle, and... his smile is really beautiful."

Shirogane's father thought for a moment and said, "I know all of this. What kind of person is Shirogane Kaede to Shinomiya?"

"What does it mean to me..." Kaguya Shinomiya calmed down and looked out the window at the cherry blossoms in full bloom.

"I used to think that there were no good people in this world, and that only interests and money were the truth, but Feng has repeatedly barged into my life."

Kaguya placed her hand on her heart, recalling their many encounters: drying clothes, adopting a cat, the sports meet, Christmas...

My heart feels so warm, just like his smile.

"Wow~ That's quite a reaction, kid." Even Shirogane's father couldn't bear to interrupt Kaguya's reverie: "So, is your liking for Kaede the kind that sees her as a romantic interest?"

"What?! How could this be! Love, love, love..."

"It seems you like him. What kind of liking is it? Do you want to get married in the future?"

"How could I say something so embarrassing?!" Kaguya shouted, her face flushed red. She realized she had inadvertently confessed.

"Pleasure, pleasure."

"Kaguya!" Kaede waited for a while but didn't see Kaguya, so she thought of going back to the classroom to get a drink of water and see what was going on. That's when she saw this scene.

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Dream Must Continue

"Little Kaguya, you know a lot~ I have high hopes for you~" Shirogane's father revealed a meaningful smile, waved his hand and left gracefully.

Kaguya stood rooted to the spot, making a high-pitched sound from her throat, like a boiling kettle, her eyes unsure of where to look.

[Maple's eyes must be looking really weird right now! I want to die!!!]

"My dad is a bit unreliable. If he says anything strange, don't take it to heart, even though you look quite cute like this."

"Waaah!!!" Kaguya tugged at the hem of her clothes until they were all crumpled, feeling like she was about to faint, both shy and happy.

"Let's go, there's still plenty of room to explore in the venue."

The two of them explored most of the campus before returning, satisfied, to begin preparing for rehearsals.

"The class monitor has released the schedule."

Feng took the form and discovered that his class's performance was actually placed second to last, as the grand finale. It seemed that the principal still had high hopes for them. The last performance was naturally a group singing of the school song.

"This will give us more time. There will be a lot of people watching tomorrow, so please don't be shy."

Rehearsals are tough, and they become tedious once the novelty wears off, but everyone still enjoys them.

"Thank you all for your hard work today."

"Goodbye, squad leader!"

After watching everyone leave in twos and threes, Feng checked around by himself to make sure no one had left anything behind, then closed the door and left.

When Kaede arrived at the club, she didn't see Hayasaka. Even though Hayasaka founded the club, she rarely came.

Kasumigaoka-senpai was slumped over the table in the corner, and Kaede didn't disturb her, since every time he came to see her, she was either sleeping or writing something.

Feng sat down to do something, but suddenly heard sobbing. Upon closer inspection, he noticed the person's body trembling slightly.

On such a joyous day as the cultural festival, why would she hide here alone and secretly cry?

"What's wrong?"

Upon hearing this gentle greeting, Shiyu, who was lying on the table, suddenly lifted her head. Tears and sweat soaked her hair and stood on her face. Her hands were clenched tightly, and there were deep teeth marks on her lips.

She glanced at him once and then lay back down, burying her head deep in her chest, trying to hide herself.

"I'll be fine alone for a while."

Feng saw the crumpled paper on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and unfolded it. Even though the paper was wrinkled, it did not diminish the beauty of the handwriting.

"May I take a look at it?"

Seeing that the girl didn't answer, Feng apologized and began reading quickly. After reading only the first few chapters, he could guess what would happen next.

The story is straightforward, but the plot is dragging, especially the writing style is problematic, it's like a slightly longer essay.

The segmentation is also problematic; it's a dense, crammed mess that hurts my eyes.

"It's terrible, isn't it?"

"It's not that it's bad, but Kasumigaoka-senpai is still very inexperienced. This manuscript is like a rough stone; with a little polishing, it can become dazzling."

"You don't need to comfort me like that." Kasumigaoka felt a little better, but her hard work in writing had been ruthlessly rejected by the editor.

Countless nights and efforts were negated, and coupled with her parents' lack of understanding, this torment made her very painful: "When I wake up from this dream, I feel very sad."

"Your writing is excellent and your emotions are very delicate, but your writing style still hasn't broken out of the realm of essay writing. How about this, can I take this original manuscript back with me? I'll revise it a bit, and you might understand it more thoroughly."

"Junior, you can write novels?" Kasumigaoka was somewhat surprised.

"No, it's just that I've read a lot." Feng likes to curl up in bed and read novels on rainy days, with some snacks and soft drinks on his bedside table.

That would be so pleasant.

As it happened, he had a friend who wrote novels, and the friend asked him to look at manuscripts. The two often discussed the plot, and over time he learned some of the techniques.

"Senior, you can go back today and learn how to write light novels. Don't give up because of one failure."

"Ah Feng!" Eriri called out from the doorway, carrying her bag, as the cultural festival club activities were shorter than usual.

"Good luck, senior. I'm off now." Feng put the manuscript into his bag and followed Eriri back.

Kasumigaoka sat alone for a while, then packed her things and left: "Don't give up..."

On the way home, Eriri casually asked, pretending not to care, "Who was that girl just now?"

"One of the club members is a senior student who is one year ahead of us."

She seemed very sad.

"Yes, getting hurt is inevitable on the road to pursuing your dreams, and only in this way can you become stronger." Feng patted Eriri's head and said this as someone who had been through it all.

When I got home, I saw Xiao Gui sitting alone on the sofa, her face puffed out as if to say, "I'm angry, come and coax me."

Feng put down his schoolbag and pulled Xiao Gui onto his lap: "Who made you unhappy?"

"It's my brother! He went out to play with his classmates during the day and didn't bring Xiao Gui with him."

It turned out to be because of this incident.

"I'm sorry, brother will make you something delicious. Can Xiao Gui forgive me?"

"Okay~" Xiao Gui's face lit up with a cute smile when she heard that she could eat something delicious, and her previous worries vanished.

After finishing dinner and putting Xiao Gui to sleep, Feng sat at his desk, took out the manuscript, and read it word by word, marking the places where paragraphs needed to be divided.

Circle any overly embellished or unnecessary details, and after reading the entire article, start laying the groundwork from the beginning. This will make the article more suspenseful.

After revising over 100,000 words, it was getting late. His mother, who had returned from work, knocked on the door and said, "Afeng, get some rest."

"Okay, Mom. I'm going to sleep now."

I have a performance tomorrow, so I really need to rest. Before going to bed, I found some heavy books and placed them on top of the unfolded manuscript to prevent the paper from wrinkling.

I turned off the lights, lay in bed, said goodnight to Eriri, and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, upon arriving at the school and reaching the third-grade floor, they exclaimed, "Third-grade class C, found it!"

Standing at the door, he knocked: "Excuse me, is Kasumigaoka-senpai in?"

The previously noisy classroom suddenly fell silent.

"Kasumigaoka, looking for you."

"Who is this? What an unfamiliar face!"

"It might not be on this floor."

"Another one confessing their feelings?"

"Junior, what brings you here? Could it be..." Kasumigaoka hadn't expected the other person to change so quickly, after all, she had heard about the closing performance of the cultural festival.

Despite being so busy, he still made time to help her read novels.

They went into the hallway, and Feng handed the manuscript back to her with a smile: "I hope it helps you."

Kasumigaoka looked at the manuscript, which was covered in various markings. It was clear that the other party had put a lot of effort into revising it, but why would they go to such lengths for her?

Many of the boys around her were only after her body and confessed their feelings to her like paramecia, but this junior in front of her was different from all of them.

"Thank you."

"It's okay, I'll go back now."

After watching the other person leave, Kasumigaoka returned to her seat, looking at the revised content, and even forgot the time.

She finally understood what the other person had said yesterday; so this is how novels can be written!