In crossover anime, who isn't a childhood friend?

He recently appeared in advertisements on various platforms as a spokesperson for a sports brand. Coupled with his handsome face, he easily leaves an impression on people after seeing him.

This is especially true for women.

It started when a young girl spotted him and excitedly went up to talk to him.

Then a few young girls, who had probably come with their families, also noticed him and their eyes lit up as they came over.

And so more and more women gathered around him.

Some wanted his contact information, some wanted to know how he maintained his self-discipline, and some even took the opportunity to secretly caress his palm intimately during the handshake, their eyes lingering with unspoken meaning.

Suddenly, a large group of beautiful women appeared, and an unexpected situation arose.

Kasumigaoka never expected that the opportunity she had created for the two of them to be alone would be ruined by Minamoto Chiyo's own fame and charm.

This is not a situation she would like to see.

"There's a piano in the lobby. Would you like to play a piece for us, Yuan-kun?"

Someone in the crowd made this suggestion, and countless people immediately responded.

"Feel sorry!"

It wasn't a response from Minamoto no Chiya himself, but rather a refusal delivered on his behalf by Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had been holding back her silence no longer.

"We have some other things to take care of, so please excuse us."

Under the watchful eyes of many people around them, she directly took Yuan Qianye's arm, and with a cold face and her head held high, led him away from there.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Honestly, didn't the editor say that most of the guests at this banquet were well-known figures in the industry? How come they are all so unreserved?"

After leaving the group of people, Shiyu began to complain with dissatisfaction.

Yuan Qianye really wanted to say that being reserved is related to personal cultivation, and has little to do with whether someone is famous or not.

But that seems a bit too masculine.

So he simply thanked her sincerely.

Shi Yu realized that she was still holding his arm, so she quickly let go and also realized that what she had just done seemed a bit abrupt.

He quickly said, "I should apologize. They are clearly your fans, Qianye, but I took it upon myself to drag you away."

"It's alright. After all, I was also feeling a bit troubled just now, and Shiyu, you've been a great help."

Besides, some of them aren't exactly serious fans.

Yuan Qianye raised his right hand, and in his palm was a piece of paper with a contact number written on it.

This was secretly given to him by that older sister with the drool-worthy eyes.

I'm only a second-year junior high student, and this is real torture.

In front of Shiyu, Yuan Qianye crumpled the contact information into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"If you hadn't come to keep me company, you wouldn't have encountered this situation."

"Don't say that. I just saw several familiar celebrities and writers at the event. Maybe I can go and chat with them later. It's all thanks to you."

"Even so, the trouble I've caused you is real... How about this, after today, I'll find some time to treat you to a meal alone, as compensation."

After a brief moment of reflection, Kasumigaoka still attributed the events that had just occurred to herself.

Although he appeared to be blaming himself, he was actually secretly turning the crisis into an opportunity and trying to find opportunities for himself in the future.

If that girl with pigtails were here right now, she'd probably be sneering and undermining me.

Yuan Qianye shrugged and didn't say anything more at this moment.

Because Ms. Machida walked over with two gentlemen at that moment.

"Ms. Xia Shizi, let me introduce you. This is the editor-in-chief of our Fantastic Library, and this is the publishing manager..."

It's the important thing to cultivate relationships with higher-ups.

The two stopped talking.

Kasumigaoka immediately flashed a gentle, business-like smile, while Minamoto Chiya quietly cooperated from the side.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Six o'clock in the evening.

As dusk fell and the heat subsided, all the lights that had been pre-set in the garden outside were turned on.

The villa's main hall and the surrounding garden lawn were connected, forming the venue for the banquet.

As everyone gradually arrived, the main events of the banquet began.

The bookstore's leadership took the stage to speak, thanking everyone for attending despite their busy schedules, reporting on the company's performance over the past year, and recognizing outstanding employees and light novel authors...

Today's banquet is essentially a belated annual meeting, so the content is pretty much the same.

Qianye hadn't paid much attention to the earlier conversations until Shiyu's novel won the "Most Popular Award" and she gave a brief speech on stage, at which point he started to perk up a bit.

They watched her with smiles from below the stage, and after she finished speaking, they joined those around her in giving her encouraging applause.

In a way, she has grown; her writing skills have improved from LV5 when we first met to LV6.

After stepping down from the stage, Shiyu returned to Yuan Qianye's side, her heart pounding with anxiety. She immediately asked, "How was my performance just now?"

Gen Chiya simply and decisively gave a thumbs up.

Behind.

Several other well-known writers then took the stage to discuss and exchange ideas on contemporary literary forms and their future directions.

"Isn't that the writer in the white shirt the one who was exposed a few years ago for having affairs with several mistresses after getting married? They actually invited him here too."

"His works have been nominated for the Akutagawa Prize and the Nobel Prize in Literature multiple times and are very popular with readers. What's wrong with being a little frivolous?"

"It's good to be a great writer; you can get forgiven for this."

"When someone has talent, society will naturally be more tolerant of them..."

People around me started talking.

Yuan Qianye looked straight at the stage.

From God's perspective, it was clear that Shiyu glanced at the two people talking beside her with considerable interest.

She had obviously heard what they were saying.

However, she only glanced at it before looking away, her pretty face showing no particular expression, and it was impossible to tell what her specific attitude was towards the matter.

At this moment, Yuan Qianye really wanted to continue the conversation about the previous topic and wanted to know her specific views on the matter.

But it was just a thought; in the end, I didn't manage to ask it out loud.

Doing it that way feels like the intention is too obvious.

Shiwa is not Rikka; she is very clever.

If I were to say it out loud, even if nothing happens now, she might find out about it someday in the future.

Around 7 p.m., some celebrities began to sing on stage.

After the standard procedures were completed, the atmosphere on site gradually relaxed.

With Kasumigaoka linking arms with her, Minamoto no Chiya walked out of the indoor hall and onto the lawn outside.

She cited high heels as the reason for her decision after giving her acceptance speech and stepping down from the stage.

She deliberately and seemingly unintentionally revealed that her calves were very sore.

Then, following the suggestion that Yuan Qianye kindly offered, she leaned slightly against him.

Now, she can naturally link arms with him.

There are also various exquisite dishes set up outdoors, and even an open-air BBQ.

The two chose a nice spot with a rocking chair on the lawn to rest.

After asking Shiyu to sit there and wait for him, Yuan Qianye got up and went to the restroom.

The volume and force of his urination were so exaggerated that the other three people in the urinal were astonished.

One of them, after finishing, passed by him and secretly glanced at him; his pupils were trembling with shock!

When Yuan Qianye finished washing his hands, he was still thinking about what the nameless passerby had said—that if someone has talent, society will naturally be more tolerant of them.

Several beautiful figures flashed through his mind.

He then gave a bitter smile.

If only it were that simple...

Those people are not so easy to talk to.

Ok? !

Yuan Qianye was walking normally when, without warning, he suddenly turned and dodged to the side!

At the same time, something landed where he had just passed.

This is... a hair tie?

Yuan Qianye looked up at the corridor on the second floor of the villa.

A beautiful blonde woman stood gracefully by the railing on the second floor, her beautiful eyes blinking as she stared at him with great surprise.

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Volume 1: 108: The Transformation of Mindset and Its Practice (8000 words) (30/51)

Today, Hayasaka Ai slept in until she naturally woke up, which was a rare treat.

As a maid, she was responsible for taking care of the young lady's daily needs, including food, clothing, and shelter, and was not supposed to get up later than six in the morning.

But today, when she woke up and opened her eyes to see the alarm clock by her bed, the hour hand was already pointing to the number eight.

But she remained unmoved, picked up her phone, and lazily scrolled through it until nine o'clock before leisurely getting up and going into the bathroom.

Feeling the perfect water temperature soaking her body, she closed her eyes contentedly.