My deskmate is actually my yandere reader.

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The next day, at 7:00 AM, at the entrance of the apartment building in Jimbocho.

A black sedan was parked on the side of the road.

Through the half-open car window, you can see a woman who looks to be in her late twenties sitting in the driver's seat.

She wore exquisite makeup, with alluring red lips and eyeliner outlining a pair of captivating, slender eyes.

Good morning, Mother.

Shiraishi Chiren walked to the car and greeted the woman in the driver's seat with a neutral tone and attitude.

Behind her, Izumi Kurose looked nervously at the woman in the car, her mind filled with confusion.

He had assumed that Shiraishi Chire would part ways with him at the station.

Unexpectedly, Shiraishi's mother came to wait for them at the door!

Isn't this blatantly telling Shiraishi's mother that they are living together and their relationship is not innocent?!

Shiraishi's mother looked past her daughter to Kurose Izumi, and asked gently, "Kurose-kun... right?"

"Yes, yes!"

Kurose Izumi straightened her back, placed her hands close to her sides, and then bowed: "Nice to meet you, I am Kurose Izumi, please take care of me!"

"Hello, I'm Airi Shiraishi. Nice to meet you, Kurose-kun." Airi Shiraishi nodded, giving a faint smile.

Then, she looked at Shiraishi Chiren and continued, "Chiren, could I speak with Kurose-kun alone for a few minutes?"

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi Chiren turned to look at the nervous Kurose Izumi, remained silent for a long while, and then nodded gently.

"Then you get in the car and wait for me."

"Ah."

And so, Shiraishi Chiren opened the back door and got in.

At the same time, Shiraishi Airen opened the car door and got out, walking to Kurose Izumi's side.

She stroked her long, wavy black hair, extended a hand, and said with a smile, "Qianlian is grateful for your care."

"Ah...no, that's not true!" Kurose Izumi quickly extended her hand and shook hands with Shiraishi Airen. "It's me who's been taken care of by Shiraishi!"

Shiraishi Airen withdrew her hand, which had just touched her, and chuckled softly, covering her mouth. "In front of me, you should call her Senren, right? Otherwise, we're both Shiraishi, so how can we tell the difference?"

"Is...is it okay?"

"Of course, the child can't hear."

“Okay, if that’s the case.” Kurose Izumi nodded.

"Hmm, a good girl." Shiraishi Airen lowered her hand, the smile on her face gone.

Instead, there was seriousness and solemnity, as if a strict mother were looking at her son-in-law with the same harshness.

Looking at the nervous and slightly reserved Kurose Izumi, she said something that surprised him:

"That child... must really like you. To be able to live with you and have such a gentle expression on his face."

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It will be available for purchase this Friday, which is tomorrow. I will then update with 10,000 words and keep my promise.

Here's a little preview: Kuchiki Touko reappears, and Kurose Izumi does something that betrays Shiraishi Chire.

Testimonials

This is the second time I've written a message about my book being published.

Actually, I didn't have much to say at first, but after thinking about it, I realized it wouldn't be good to say nothing, so I'll talk about my own story and this book. (The second half will discuss the personal experience mentioned in the introduction.)

When I started writing the book, I even specially chose the title.

Kurose Izumi: Kuro is a shortened version of "black, deep, and cruel".

The surname Kurose is taken from the surname of the male protagonist in the Japanese manga series "Shonen no Abyss".

Spring: Wherever the spring water flows, there are stones.

P.S.: The "Abyss of the Boy" in my article is actually from my previous book, not a comic.

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Shiraishi Senren: White corresponds to black.

At the same time, Shiraishi Chiren is a person who is good at disguising herself and has peculiar emotions, so her true feelings are also white, just white.

Stone: Accompanied by springs, it is as steadfast as a rock.

Qianlian: Her beauty is so captivating that everyone who knows her feels a deep sense of pity and affection for her.

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Regarding the personalities of the male and female leads, they are somewhat similar to my book two years ago. That was my first light novel, which I wrote 97 words without signing a contract or earning a penny; it was purely out of love.

It was a pretty interesting novel, although it only had about 190 favorites from start to finish...

This book has already received over two hundred copies in just three days since it was released, haha.

I've probably written close to two million words about everyday romance stories.

As for writing style, I don't pursue it too much.

Since light novels are all about being light and easy to read, I didn't want them to be overly literary. So I just wanted them to be simple, easy to understand, and have an interesting plot.

Looking back, writing my first book was quite difficult.

190 favorites—you readers may not know what that means, but as the author, I understand perfectly.

This means that there might only be one or two people reading it, and if there's one comment a week, that's considered good.

As for recommendation votes, maybe someone will vote for one every two or three days, haha.

But even under those circumstances, I persisted in writing, producing 8,000 words a day.

That's incredible.

I remember someone screenshotted my author's closing remarks and posted them on Qidian.com, a forum full of authors but no readers.

Yes, many people make sarcastic remarks about me.

They say I'm stupid, too stubborn, self-absorbed, wasting time, and won't turn back until I hit a brick wall...

There were also some people who encouraged me and thought my perseverance was commendable, but there were very few of them.

Actually, I was quite annoyed at the time because I wrote it perfectly well, so why was it cut out and posted on Taobao, and why were you all pointing fingers at it?

Even if I waste my time and indulge in self-pity, that's my business, right?

So when I saw these comments, I was very indignant, and after retiring from writing, I decided to continue writing books to prove myself.

Then he pounced...

Although I signed a contract, it's only over 700,000 words and has a 100,000-word average daily subscription, haha.

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Okay, let's talk about that "adapted from personal experience" line in the introduction.

Here's what happened: When I was writing my last book, I was in so much stomach pain that someone sent me razor blades.

Then, after a while, someone on Taobao started cursing at me, saying they had bought a train ticket and were planning to come and kill me.

He actually bought it.

I remember it clearly: a standing ticket, and the train departed at midnight.

Good grief, they came to chop me up in the middle of the night.

But I didn't care too much, since he didn't know what I looked like, right?

Besides, people traveling from Changsha to Guangzhou would also need to be quarantined, so the matter was left unresolved.

Then, a female reader joined my subscription group, who happened to be from the same city as me.

She asked me out online.

But she added me as a friend and chatted with me every day. We got to know each other quickly and met up the following week.

Then I sent it.

When we first met, I thought she was quite cute. She was petite, wore a JK uniform, and had a clear and sweet voice.

We chatted briefly after meeting, ate hotpot, but instead of talking about the book, he brought up the incident where someone tried to kill me a while ago.

After we finished eating hot pot, they dragged me to see a movie, so I went.

At that time, I hadn't realized how serious the situation was.

She chose a quiet back seat, the kind of seat couples would use for intimate activities.

I was so excited at the time, thinking that I could finally climb the ladder to adulthood today!

I remember it clearly: when the movie started, we sat down.

I was quite shy at the time and didn't dare to make any moves; it was she who took the initiative.

Well, she took out a small knife, pressed it against my waist, and asked me why my stomach hurt so much from writing, and what the next developments would be.

I said the male protagonist committed suicide.

Then, I could feel a danger above my head.

Then she just rambled on and on, telling me not to write anything that made my stomach hurt, like the male lead committing suicide or the female lead forgetting the male lead.

I reluctantly agreed, even though I was a coward at first.

Then I ran away and went home. Just two days later, I was reported and faced rectification. So, feeling upset, I started a new book.

The subject matter just happened to come from this interesting experience, so I adapted and wrote it down.