All the people who like me are other people’s girlfriends! ?

"Thank you for your guidance. I will submit my work to Dengeki Bunko today."

"Really? I wish you success."

It was a quick reply! ?

Kiyono smiled, turned off his computer, put on his shoes, and the metal hinges groaned rustily as he took his toiletry bag from his locker.

The public bathroom at the end of the corridor always had the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the water heater indicator light hadn't been on for a month. After brushing his teeth with his own toiletries, he drank half a bottle of mineral water in one gulp.

Qingye took out the backpack from the locker again, carefully put the amulet given by Yanaijian into his pocket, and walked out of the Internet cafe.

The moment I pushed open the glass door, the warm breeze mixed with the electronic sounds of the nearby pachinko parlor, and the idols on the big screen on the high-rise building showed their energetic smiles in the morning dew.

Qingye took a deep breath and got on his bike.

*

After the bell rang for the second get out of class, Shaoyan Lemon, who had slept for the whole class, stretched. Her beautiful curves attracted the silent gazes of the boys around her. She stood up and walked to the side of Banaijian's seat, ready to chat with her.

But something seems to be wrong with Bananai today?

Shaoyan Lemon sat on Hanaijian's desk and tilted her head - the blue-haired girl in front of her was sometimes serious, sometimes distracted, and would unconsciously take out her cell phone, look at it for a while, then sigh and put it away, as if she had a car accident with an acquaintance and she was struggling with whether to ask for leave to see a doctor.

"What's wrong, Banana?" Shaoyan Lemon asked curiously.

"...It's nothing, I'm just a little worried about you, young senior."

Banaijian came back to her senses and gave a brief explanation - but out of a little selfishness, she did not tell the other party about Qingye's submission.

...What is Qingye-kun doing, she thought inadvertently in her heart.

Did he check his manuscript carefully? Did he have a good breakfast? Does he know the way?

Today is a special day for Qingye.

And she also felt this mood.

In fact, she wanted to accompany Qingye, but unfortunately she had to go to school today, and she felt a little embarrassed because of what happened yesterday.

Ba Nai Jian rested one hand on his chin and tilted his head to look out the window, his azure eyes reflecting the equally bright blue sky.

I really want school to end soon...

*

Qingye bought two salty rice balls and a meat bun at a convenience store and quickly finished his breakfast. While eating, he typed the manuscript onto manuscript paper at the convenience store.

Originally he wanted to send it via email, but this time the Dengeki Bunko review was equivalent to the last special channel in spring, which required physical submission, so he had to print out the document.

But it's really expensive! The typical manuscript submission format is "400 words x 60," meaning 400 words per page. That means you'll need to print about 60 pages of paper. That's enough for a good meal!

Qingye muttered inwardly, picked up the stack of manuscript paper, and with the help of the clerk, put it into gray kraft paper and marked it with the words "Newcomer Award".

"The next step is mailing... Never mind, the postage is too expensive, I'd better go there myself."

Qingye calculated the distance and price between the two and found that it would be more cost-effective to go by bike, so he simply put the brown paper bag in the basket and stepped on the pedals.

The cherry blossoms on the roadside have turned into green leaves.

Riding on the late spring breeze, Qingye gradually broke into the lead-gray buildings of Tokyo. In the crowd, he was like a small gear, embedded in this huge city.

However, Tokyo's new cog got stuck just halfway through - he forgot that he didn't have a mobile phone and couldn't use navigation, and now he was lost halfway through!

But it's not a big problem.

because……

"Hello, beautiful sister, may I know how to get to Dengeki Bunko?"

Qingye stopped the car, smiled refreshingly, and asked softly a capable and strong woman on the street.

Hearing the call, the woman in the black suit frowned subconsciously and looked over with a serious expression. But the moment she saw Qingye's face, the ice and snow melted and spring returned to the earth.

She just looked at the boy carefully twice, and she felt very comfortable in her heart. The voice was so gentle that even she was unfamiliar with it.

"Turn right ahead, go straight, and then..."

The woman felt that verbal instructions were too much trouble, so she simply took out a pen and paper from her bag and quickly drew a simple map for him. "Just follow this route."

"Thank you so much."

Qingye's smile brightened even more, and he took the map handed to him by the other party with both hands.

"Let's charge!"

Under the woman's lingering gaze, Qingye walked in the opposite direction.

"If the editor is an older woman..."

He couldn't help but think about it, but unfortunately, he was not qualified to talk to the editor before the manuscript was approved.

Half an hour later.

"This is the library company, right?"

Qingye parked his bicycle aside and looked up.

What appears before your eyes is a building full of modern style. Its exterior uses a combination of glass curtain walls and metal frames, with simple and neat lines.

On the outer wall of the company's entrance, various posters of its popular works are displayed, which is directly a two-dimensional ecstasy.

If it is successfully published...will his workplace be changed to here in the future?

At this moment, even Qingye couldn't help but fall into fantasy, his mood fluctuating.

He took a deep breath and stepped through the door.

When he walked into the library, the first thing that caught his eye was a wall displaying works: the wall was covered with cover illustrations of best-selling books over the years, each with its own signature, and many of them were light novels that he had just read recently.

Qingye continued walking forward. The editors' workstations were neatly arranged in the open office area, but the desks were not neat at all - manuscripts, sample books and peripheral products were piled together haphazardly, and the computer screen closest to him displayed the light novel document awaiting review.

The sound of fierce arguments shook my eardrums, some were about urging for submissions, some were about quarrels.

It was like another world. He had this feeling for some reason.

Shiny, bright, and moving, as if it was only one step away from him.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" A staff member with an ID card around his neck called out to him.

"Hello, I'm here to submit my work for the Spring Newcomer Award."

Qingye's tone was steady.

"Ah, just leave the manuscript over there. If you don't send it by courier, you can come to the company to check the results in three days."

The unshaven staff member nodded in understanding, then pointed in a direction. Qingye looked in the direction and saw an examination room at the end of his sight. Through the transparent glass, he could see brown paper piled up almost all over the table.

I'm just one of them...

This step is so far.

Qingye walked to the table, was silent for a moment, and gently placed the manuscript on it.

At this moment, he was overwhelmed with emotions.

*

"What happened? What happened?!"

The girl's sweet cry echoed in the quiet restaurant.

Before the sunset even appeared, the blue-haired girl rushed into the store at full speed—even faster than the last time she went to buy the limited edition crepes.

Banaijian didn't know why he cared so much, his heart was beating like a drum.

This is definitely the feeling of cheering and worrying about a friend!

As she thought this, she opened the door of the lounge with a snap.

Sunlight streams in through the windows.

Qingye was sitting in the corner, holding a book in his hand.

Hearing the movement from the front, Qingye put down the book, raised his head, half of his face immersed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, his eyes clear and full of tenderness.

"what happened?"

The scene in front of her made Banaijian inexplicably stunned. She quickly shook her head, threw away the strange thoughts in her mind, rushed to Qingye, and shook his shoulders hard.

"Today...how are you feeling? How's the battle going?"

She stared into Qingye's eyes, her cherry-colored lips trembling slightly as she opened them.

"It's been sent out." Qingye answered calmly.

"Then...what's the result?" Banaijian swallowed nervously, moved closer to him, and his warm breath hit his face.

Then she felt her little head being held down.

Qingye stretched out his hand to stop the girl from moving forward, saying helplessly, "How can it be so fast? Normally, submissions take at least a month to get a result. Even if they are reviewed in advance this time, it will take at least three or four days."

"Is that so...that means you handed in the test paper, right?" Banaijian became limp as if he had no bones.

"Yeah, I can understand that. And why do you feel like you're the one submitting the article? You're so nervous."

Qingye picked up the book again.

"Let's go have a barbecue tonight!"

Banaijian took a deep breath and regained his energy as if inflated. He jumped behind him with a smile and held his shoulders.

"No!...I was wrong. Please don't strangle me."

"Humph."

When Banaijian let go of her hand, she looked at Qingye silently, and then her white and warm hands couldn't help but put them on his hair, gently rubbing it like an older sister.

In a place where Qingye couldn't see, in the shadows where the sun couldn't reach, she said with a gentle smile:

"——Kiyono-kun has worked really hard, that's awesome."

I did it subconsciously.

She knew better than anyone the silent efforts Qingye made.

"Are you my mother..."

Feeling the tingling sensation in his hair, Qingye felt a little strange inside and could only get rid of it by complaining.

Kneading turned into patting.

"Shouldn't I use 'sister' here?" Ba Naijian muttered softly, "Besides, I'm older than you, so I'm definitely your sister!"

Qingye didn't know how to answer for a moment and read the book silently.

The sunlight gradually turned into sunset, dyeing the lounge with an orange halo, and the floating dust looked extremely gentle.

Banaijian lowered her head slightly, smiled, and continued to stroke his hair gently.

...

ps: Big chapter!

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The bell for the end of get out of class rang three times leisurely, and the peaceful sky with light clouds was stained with dusk.

The classroom suddenly became noisy. Students not involved in club activities excitedly walked towards the school gate with their friends, sharing their favorite games. Students involved in clubs were arm in arm, shouting "Let's go to the club!" with abundant energy.

But all the excitement and youth have nothing to do with Xiaoju Zhihua.

The girl sat quietly in her seat, packed her schoolbag, and then came to the blackboard. She was on duty today.

She stood on tiptoe and carefully wiped the remaining trigonometric formulas on the blackboard with an eraser. The chalk dust floated gently in the amber light.

The classroom became quieter and quieter, and students left in groups until the last person disappeared. The girl glanced at the names of the students on duty written in the upper right corner of the blackboard: Chika Komari; Isao Niijima.

But now she was the only one in the classroom.

"No, I didn't expect that I would be alone in another world, ha, haha..."

Xiaoju Zhihua subconsciously used a lot more force in her hands.

She bent down to pick up a piece of chalk that had fallen to the ground and put it in the tin box on the podium.