How rude, we are pure love!

This is a completely rare species! And I raised it myself! My inner sense of crisis is even stronger.

"Light novel...?"

The beauty in kimono looked at the information on her phone quietly, pressing her forehead with one hand.

Her first thought was to make a fool of herself.

Yukinoshita's mother has the same opinion as the more conservative people in the literary world. You are a future first-class writer, but instead of studying hard to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, you write light novels. People who don't know would think that Yukinoshita's family can't afford to support you, so you have to make a living!

She wanted to persuade Qingye, but she couldn't open her mouth because of his achievements - the most important thing was that it didn't take Qingye long to write this novel. She really couldn't find a good reason for such a terrifying ability to make money.

This was the first time she had met such a young man. She was sure that as long as Qingye was not killed by a car, his future was immeasurable. Now his stock price might be rising by the daily limit, and the light novel might be rising by the daily limit after the cooling-off period. In the future, there would be more suspension announcements. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a diamond-level potential stock.

Fortunately, the Yukinoshita family had already bought all the shares, and would not give others the opportunity to hold shares in the future.

The only thing that worries Yukinoshita's mother is...

Is there something wrong with the introduction of the heroine in this light novel?

He really is to Yukino...

*

The next day during lunch break, as soon as the bell rang, many students put their desks together and ate lunch in high spirits. Some also formed groups to go to the atrium to enjoy lunch and then play ball to help digestion.

Qingye also received invitations from his classmates. High school was not like elementary and junior high school. Almost no one talked about his past deeds anymore. As a young man, he could obviously step easily into the class of modern people.

But the pure love warrior already has his own destination.

The boy declined his classmates' invitation, walked out of the classroom, crossed the corridor, walked silently towards a destination, and finally stopped.

This is an abandoned classroom without a sign. When you open the door, you will see desks and chairs piled up in the corner at the back. The classroom is quiet, with only a young girl sitting there with a calm expression.

Yukinoshita Yukino.

His childhood sweetheart, a lone girl with justice and ideals who was gradually excluded by others because she was too outstanding and beautiful.

The wind blew through the open window, quietly lifting the curtains and blowing her delicate black hair. Her focused gaze and the movement of lifting her hair from time to time were so charming.

Hearing the noise, the girl gently closed the book and turned her head to look.

"It's not your first time here, why are you making such a strange expression?" The ethereal and transparent voice was so pleasant even though it was sarcastic.

As childhood sweethearts, and childhood sweethearts who came from heaven, Yukinoshita was obviously not surprised by his appearance.

"Life always needs a sense of ritual."

Qingye sat down gracefully, as if waiting for something. The cold girl sighed and silently took out a lunch box from her schoolbag - since entering high school, she has been responsible for Qingye's lunch box.

It doesn’t matter whether you make one or two.

The two of them were having lunch as usual. This extremely ambiguous scene in the eyes of ordinary people was just an insignificant daily embellishment for childhood sweethearts.

After dinner.

"No one is here." Qingye supported his face.

"No one is here..." Yukinoshita echoed.

Since the school's most beautiful girl formed the club, she has not met anyone who asked for help, which makes the girl a little depressed.

"Knock knock knock..."

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door of the service department.

The two looked at each other, and finally Yukinoshita said calmly: "Please come in, the door is not locked."

The classroom door was slowly opened and two girls walked in, but they were not the pink-haired girl that Qingye had imagined. Instead, there was a girl with long hair and a girl with short hair. Their uniform bow ties were those of a sophomore.

"Mr. Hiratsuka told us that students' wishes can be fulfilled here."

The short-haired girl stood in front of the table and spoke enthusiastically, not seeming to be nervous at all.

"Fulfill a wish?" Qingye looked at Yukinoshita strangely.

"...I never said that. I was just helping students to the best of my ability." Yukinoshita said helplessly.

"Then... Yukinoshita-san, could you please help us write the script for the drama club?"

The short-haired girl put her hands on the table, her eyes shining.

"Script?" Both of them were stunned.

The girl explained:

"The senior who was in charge of writing scripts in our club has quit for some reason, and the other members don't understand this either. Now we can only do some basic exercises, so I'd like to ask Yukinoshita, who is second in Chinese, to help us write a love script..."

*

Drama?

In class, Yukinoshita pondered for a moment. To be honest, she knew little about drama and was not sure if she could do it well, but she still decisively took on the task.

This was the first time someone in the school asked her for help. It was quite memorable and she had to do her best.

Moreover, she also knew one thing: she had a cheating device, and as long as she asked him for help, the service department's first commission would be completed successfully.

——Qingye.

The girl murmured the name in her heart. She knew that Qingye would be the most suitable person to do this kind of professional work, but after thinking silently, she decided to do it herself.

One reason is that I don’t want to be too dependent on him.

The second reason was that she didn't want to take up too much of his time because of her commission. After all, Qingye was already a famous writer.

However, it is okay to ask him for reference.

*

So, the Minister of Service started working mode.

The theme of the script is a tortuous love story, perhaps a reference to Romeo and Juliet?

The first thing she did was to get the personal information of the male, female and supporting actors in the drama department. By interviewing the two and watching the performances in person, she simply guessed the suitable roles, which could be said to be tailor-made.

Then, she flipped through a few books on drama theory and began writing the script.

In the evening, I would have a brief discussion with Qingye via video call.

Just like now.

Qingye looked at the laptop in front of him. A quiet and beautiful face was clearly reflected on the computer screen. Today, Xuexia had tied her hair into a side ponytail, which made her look less cold and more gentle and elegant.

"How much have you written?" he asked with a smile.

"One third." the girl replied.

"It's only been two or three days, so fast?" Qingye was surprised.

"After all, it's just a simple scene with two or three people. As long as we create detailed information about the actors and their personalities, we can fill in the blanks and design the characters."

Yukinoshita's voice was still clear and cold, but Qingye keenly caught the details in her words and raised his eyebrows - he knew that Yukinoshita pursued perfection in everything she did, but it would probably take a lot of effort to produce these materials.

You weren't that serious when you first read the novel to me!

"Eh, ah, well, um."

"What happened all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, just some admiration."

Looking at the boy who suddenly became cold, Yukinoshita tilted her head in confusion. She thought about it carefully and understood the change in Qingye's attitude. A smile of awareness appeared at the corner of her mouth.

In fact, she had invested far more energy than this and even drank black coffee for three consecutive nights, but considering that this would make him proud and cocky, she decided not to tell him.

"Well, would you like me, the former Akutagawa Prize winner, to give you some guidance?"

Kiyono tried to redeem himself in another way, by being superior.

This wave, this wave is against Tiangang.

"Since you are so free, it is only natural that you can make time for me." The girl raised her eyebrows.

"Is that a plea?" the rising star of the literary world frowned. "Where's your respect for your elders, Ms. Yukinoshita? You won't even call me Sensei!"

The cold girl was a little embarrassed and annoyed, her eyes were sharp and her gaze was almost murderous, but in the end she pursed her lips and turned her face away.

"...For example, if Mr. Writer really wants to help, I wouldn't be opposed to it."

She quickly covered Qingye's mouth.

"I've sent the script to your email. It's time for you to contribute—this is your area of ​​expertise, right?"

The boy felt that the time was right and that Yukinoshita would really get angry if he continued teasing her, so he snorted and started reading the document from the beginning.

"I've come to observe the masterpiece of Master Yukinoshita."

Although he seemed to be in a bad mood on the surface, he still carefully read every word, just like Yukinoshita had done before.

A hint of reminiscence and remembrance gradually appeared in his eyes, and then turned into a faint smile.

"There are quite a lot of problems. I'll compare and revise some of them for you." He marked two red lines and said casually.

Yukinoshita nodded. Although she was proud, she also admitted that Kiyono's literary ability far surpassed her own. She felt that she deserved the title of teacher now, but she would not say it out loud.

Qingye scrolled to a certain paragraph in the document.

"This line of dialogue is very problematic."

"Is the rhetoric redundant? Or is it a problem with the characters?" Miss Yukinoshita asked humbly.

"No, you didn't take into account the perspectives of all the viewers," Qingye explained.

"You've probably seen a play before. On stage, except for the first two rows, the audience in the back can't see the actors' specific expressions, so more direct and intense lines and actions are needed to express the characters' emotions. These words are too restrained, and the people in the back rows may not understand them for a while."

"Hmm... I think I understand." The black-haired girl nodded.

She listened and made careful revisions, and benefited greatly from it.

But soon, Yukinoshita paused slightly, her expression dissatisfied and cold.

"This is too innocent. We are writing a drama, not a literary TV script of pure love!" Qingye pointed and seemed to want to take revenge.

"...A teenager like Qingyejun, driven by desire, can't even appreciate the most basic subtle beauty of human nature?"

Yukinoshita saw through his intentions and retorted.

"The dialogue here is so cold, like strawberry popsicles that have been frozen for two months. It's more icy than sweet."

"When did Mr. Kiyono's writing class expand into ice cream appreciation? I suggest you start by addressing those sugar-laden monologues in your own work."

"What about this? This should have been a heartwarming scene, but the heroine's words turned into a cold scalpel. Did Ms. Yukinoshita put herself in that situation?"

"Well……"

Yukinoshita had no way to refute. She glared at Qingye fiercely, her fair cheeks slightly flushed, like the only bright red rose blooming in the snow. This serious, shy and unwilling expression was so charming.

Cool! Cool!

That’s right, he worked so hard to improve his writing skills just to see this!

Qingye, who had reversed his family's status, was extremely happy and proud.

Since the first time we met, Yukinoshita-san, who has been extremely powerful at the beginning of the version, was finally defeated by myself!

After a pause, Yukinoshita's face turned slightly red and her little head was raised high.

"If it were Kiyono-kun, which would you find more exciting? For example... the heroine casually mentioning the hero's habits?"

*

The next day, the service department.

When Kiyono opened the classroom door with a refreshed mind and was about to tease Sister Yukinoshita again, he saw the girl sleeping like a crystal doll in the warm light.

She breathed softly, her expression gentle and calm, completely different from her usual cold and flawless appearance.

Qingye looked at the drowsy Yukinoshita across the long table, and his heart moved quietly.

At this moment, as if she sensed the presence of other people, her pink lips moved slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes, which seemed unusually pure and clear because she had just woken up, reflected his figure, causing the pure love warrior's heartbeat to speed up for a moment.

"Peeping Tom?" The girl blinked in confusion.

"I just came in." Qingye denied.