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

ps: I feel a little sluggish today, please give me some monthly tickets to replenish my energy and write more tomorrow.

?054. The Thousand Layers of Tricks Seen by Eight [Two-in-One]

Summer vacation is coming soon.

Everyone sees summer in a different way.

For some people, summer is bubbly ice-cold cola, air conditioning turned on all day, endless comic books to read and endless games to play.

For another kind of people, summer is a season filled with beautiful memories: the scorching sun, the chirping cicadas, fishing barefoot in clear streams, and attending festivals with loved ones in yukata and geta.

Meanwhile, a heated discussion was taking place in the literature club regarding summer.

"If it's summer vacation, there must be scenes of beaches and training camps!" The deputy minister with a long ponytail sat in the first seat and slapped the table.

"I, I just want to stay at home..." Xiaoju expressed her opinion seriously.

"Oh, sorry, I have to work too."

Yanaijian, who was sitting on the other side, tilted her head - the literature club was a club she had just joined some time ago. At first, she came to the literature club just to borrow books in order to help Qingye evaluate novels, but for some reason, facing the invitation of Tsukinoki-senpai to join the club, she agreed very straightforwardly.

Maybe... she was thinking that this would allow her to get closer to someone.

"Ah, no one seems enthusiastic... Never mind, we're in the literature club after all."

The ponytailed senior blinked.

"In that case, let's try a more elegant club activity—let's all enter the electronics field together and submit articles online!"

The deputy minister stood up and raised his fist. "Oh, by the way, this is what the student union wants us to do. It will be terrible if we can't complete it."

Write a novel?

Banaijian and Xiaoju were both stunned.

The blue-haired girl murmured the word "novel" softly, and her eyes became brighter as if she had thought of something important.

*

The fifth class in the morning is physical education.

This is Xiaoju's most hated course, because many sports require teaming up with others, but considering her popularity in the class...

Xiaoju made up an excuse with the teacher and squatted alone in the corner. She could faintly hear the students passing by whispering about her. In response, the gloomy girl just snorted and sneered twice.

During lunch break, the classmates were chatting and laughing while eating their lunch boxes at the same table, or they would go under the tree with their friends. But Xiaoju, like a handsome lone ranger, took his lunch box and walked naturally to the women's restroom.

“It’s still a place where people can feel at ease.”

The girl smiled happily, and pink bubbles seemed to appear around her.

Although I don’t have my own seat in the class, it’s okay.

Xiaoju silently took out her cell phone.

Bright eyes.

Flipping through the novel that I have read over and over again.

*

"Come teach me how to write light novels, Mr. Kiyono!"

In the lounge, not long after the morning work was over, the blue-haired girl rushed to Qingye excitedly.

Because of the long exercise, her forehead was covered with sweat, and the top button of her shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the snow-white and delicate skin underneath. When you get close to her, you can smell the faint scent of anti-sweat spray and fried pork chop sauce on her body.

Qingye's eyes subconsciously fell on the exposed whiteness of her skin, but after only three seconds of glance, he forced himself to look away with great willpower and took two tissues from the table beside him and gave them to her.

"Anyway, wipe the sweat off first."

Banaijian nodded happily, wiped the sweat off his face, took out the paper and pen he had prepared long ago and placed them on the table, moved two chairs over, and kept hinting that he should sit next to him.

"Nowadays, all light novels are submitted online..." Qingye pulled his chair a little further away and sat down with a complaint.

"No, don't get too hung up on the details. I'm just writing this down to get a feel for it."

The girl chuckled and placed some snacks next to the manuscript paper.

The condensation water from the old air conditioner in the lounge dripped down. Xiaoju, who was hiding in the corner of the gap, poked out her little head slightly, looked at the blue-haired girl, and curled her lips.

——I, I am embarrassed to expose you. Do you want to write a novel?

And, what the hell does Qingye know about novels?! He actually accepted the request as a matter of course! If you didn't know, you'd think you were a real light novel expert!

"Humph, I'm the only one who's serious."

After stealing glances at the two of them for a while, Xiaoju withdrew his gaze, took out his cell phone, and stared at the blank document on the screen.

Ever since the senior said that they wanted to write a novel together that day, she has been thinking about it.

——Should I write a novel?

It was not for the so-called club activities, nor for her beloved minister, but her own strong idea.

In fact, she had vaguely had this idea before. On that day, the moment she finished reading the light novel "Dedicated to the God of Death", such a wish was born in her heart.

Can I be such a person?

If I just reach out my hand, can I get a little closer?

Thinking and hesitating.

Until the senior student brought up the novel.

Her heart was gradually ignited, and the vague idea became clearer and clearer - she wanted to write a novel.

However, anything is easier said than done. Although I have a goal, I lost confidence when I really took that step. I have been deleting and writing for the past two days, but the progress is still zero - even Ba Nai Jian pretended to write a few sentences and settings!

Xiaoju sighed. She had come to work to change herself, and she had clearly wanted to actively pursue her dreams, but she was still wandering around...

She was absentmindedly playing with her phone and subconsciously opened the light novel website. She clicked on the author's profile picture for the umpteenth time and flipped through the pages.

【Yearning】.

That was the only thought she had about the man.

Anyone who can write such a dazzling story must be a determined and gentle person.

At this moment, she suddenly had an idea.

If it's this person...he should be able to give her some useful advice.

Xiaoju stared at the other person's personal interface and information bar with a serious expression, just like a fan privately contacting an idol, and slowly pressed the forbidden button with her finger.

She certainly wouldn't dare to do this in real life, but on the Internet, she can be described as a sunny and cheerful person!

*

Kiyono and Yanami are still playing role-playing games.

A blue-haired girl with a single ponytail sat at the table, writing furiously with a serious look on her face, as if she was studying hard at school - if you ignore the chocolate snacks next to her manuscript paper.

Qingye, who was standing by, looked at the girl and inexplicably felt as if they were classmates, doing homework together in the library.

As he wrote, Banaijian muttered:

"As for the heroine, she'll have blue hair. She'll be pretty, cute, kind, cheerful, and outgoing. She'll be loved by everyone. She might be a bit of a glutton, but that's just her cute side. Beneath her cheerful exterior lies a delicate heart unknown to others..."

You really know how to flatter yourself, hey.

"The male lead..."

Ba Nai Jian deliberately prolonged the ending of his words, glanced at him nonchalantly, and said to himself:

"The protagonist is of course my childhood sweetheart. He's pretentious, cheerful, innocent, straightforward, and gentle. He seems like both a fool and a hero..."

……Um?

Qingye fell into deep thought.

“This is the story of both of them!”

Seeing the cute and pretty face, Banai smiled, with a hint of youthfulness in her gentleness. She picked up the pen and kept writing.

Qingye just held up his face and stared blankly.

At some point——

"Na."

Banaijian stopped writing, supported her face with one hand, turned her head slightly to look at him, blinked her long eyelashes, and spoke in a pure and sweet voice.

"Teacher Qingye, can you help me look at this sentence?"

"Okay." Qingye came back to his senses and came over. "Which sentence?"

The girl pointed at the eighth row with her finger.

Qingye's eyes followed the scene and he softly read out, "Is this the second meeting between the heroine and hero? There are too many close-ups of the characters' hands here. There's no need to go into detail about the nail art styles. The description should focus more on the characters' obvious features..."

"Oh, is that so?"

The blue-haired girl stretched out her slender white hands, her pretty face confused. "But last time in the library, Qingye-kun seemed to stare at my nail stickers from time to time. I think this should be considered a characteristic, right?"

She smiled innocently.

"...Hey! Don't make me sound like a pervert. We're talking about light novels, right?"

Qingye coughed uncomfortably twice. How could you still remember such a small thing? It's a bit scary!

Ba Nai Jie untied the hair tie, letting her blue hair spread out smoothly, with the scattered hair sticking to the hollow of her fair collarbone. She put the hair tie on the table and pointed to a line on the manuscript paper, her face full of anticipation:

"Here and here?"

"'They were wearing raincoats in the drizzle, their combined body heat swelled in the sealed space, their heartbeats so loud she couldn't even hear the sound of the rain.' ...Who asked you that?"

This should be referring to the raincoat incident last time... Is that what she thinks? No, no! This foodie idiot is not the kind of person who cares about such things!

Qingye thought about it for a while, then glanced at her subconsciously. The girl was writing again:

"So, she chose to kick the boy out and keep the raincoat all to herself! I don't want to wear a boy's stinky raincoat!"

She raised her chin proudly.

*

That night, Qingye was bored and browsed the novel website on his phone, enjoying the attention of the fans. He told himself that they were all female fans, all beautiful girls and rich women, and that they would form a large fan club in the future, giving him lots of popcorn...

It's fantasy time!

Suddenly, one of the private messages caught his attention.

[Hello, teacher. I'm a big fan of yours... I've watched every episode over and over again. My favorite character is the heroine... Even now, I can still feel the emotion I felt back then!]

She was a little reserved at first, but her tone became faster and faster afterwards.

I've always loved reading light novels since I was in junior high school because the protagonists in them were able to do many things I wanted to do but couldn't.

I want to change myself, forget the things I hate, and escape this suffocating life. It is the novel that gives me the courage to persevere, encouraging and supporting me.

Your characters are so beautiful and gentle, like a fantasy character coming true. I am so moved...

[But in reality, I am weak and unsightly, and often fall into self-loathing. I want to be as beautiful and strong as you, to become my ideal self. Could you please teach me?]

Qingye raised an eyebrow. This is a true fan. Moreover, his living environment is quite difficult. His personality should be relatively withdrawn, gloomy, and unsociable...

Does this count as... conveying words to someone who is suffering similar pain as him?

For some reason, a certain awe-inspiring and beautiful figure flashed through my mind.

If someone asked her for help...she would definitely not ignore it.

Qingye took a deep breath and slowly edited the words in his heart into words.

*

The first month of summer vacation was relaxing and fulfilling.

During the day, I worked part-time and interacted with Banaijian, chatting about random things. I changed snacks one after another, and from time to time, I would trigger a dialogue with the little animal Xiaoju. In my free time, I discussed the plot, illustrations, and publishing with the editor...

At night, I would ride my bike with the girl and look at the starry sky in summer, and occasionally take the little Corgi for a walk;

Repeat, repeat again.

Time passes by like sand at your fingertips, and you can almost feel the rough texture of the grains.