A super great writer in the second dimension

　"Really?" Yazawa Mion was taken aback. "Nobody would know if I didn't tell them."

　"Oh, that's it. What's Rixiang going to do this weekend? She's suddenly become a different person. I just asked her, but she won't say. She even said that her mother told her not to tell anyone."

　"You said this..."

　Mio Yazawa wore a mischievous expression.

　Mrs. Yazawa rummaged through the house for a while, then took out a magazine from a drawer.

　The magazine's title was prominently displayed as "School Idol".

　This is an entertainment and idol magazine published this year, specifically for junior and senior high school students.

　"Nicole, do you remember this magazine?"

　"Mom, I think I bought this magazine... Why is it in your hands?"

　"Well... don't worry about the details. Look at this magazine, aren't the School Idols on it shining like stars?"

　"Of course, needless to say, I will definitely appear in this magazine!"

　Looking at her daughter's confident declaration, Yazawa Mio smiled.

　She kept everyone in suspense, saying, "Tomorrow happens to be the first day of school holiday, and it's also the weekend. You'll understand once you buy this magazine."

　……

　Sanzenin Arashi remembers the magazine 【SchoolIdol】, which happened to be published on the weekend.

　He handed a photo of Chino Kafuu and Hima Yazawa to Nishikawa.

　The two were sitting in a coffee shop drinking tea.

　Arashi Sanzenin said in an unyielding tone, "Use your connections to get this photo sorted out. I don't care how you do it, but in the next issue of School Idol magazine, the photo of Hinata and Chino must be on the cover."

　Nishikawa paused, "But... a magazine that's going on sale tomorrow... I'm afraid the printing company will have a hard time with that, right?"

　"Are you going to sit on the second heir's seat for nothing? Use money, use money to make those who work overtime smile. Once the sound of money is heard, all complaints will turn into cheers."

　"Yes, this photo will definitely be in the magazine tomorrow!"

　..

231. Grass has grown!

　The next morning, Sanzenin Arashi, dressed in armor, holding a bar of soap, and carrying a mop handle on her back, stretched at her front door.

　Today is a grand festival.

　Today is the 89th Tokyo Honko-san Festival.

　Click.

　Yukinoshita Haruno stood in front of Sanzenin Arashi with her phone and pressed the shutter.

　"Is this alright, Boss?"

　Arashi Sanzenin retrieved his phone and nodded. "Today will be a historic day. Our great FF group will ignite the sacred flame at the Tokyo exhibition!"

　Yukinoshita covered her face: "According to the doctrine, you are the biggest heretic, BOSS."

　At this moment, Sanzenin Arashi was dressed in a filthy teacher's robe, with a large pointed hat on his head, on which a large letter F was written in blood-red paint.

　He added some effects to the photos on his phone to make the cosplay look more fantastical, and then posted it on Twitter.

　Let us stop all our disputes today.

　At this point, no elaborate language is needed.

　Words are pale and powerless in the face of our greater cause.

　Our steps ensured unimpeded progress on the road.

　Sad, happy, blissful, melancholic; no matter who you are, no matter what you did yesterday, put on this outfit, at noon, and start a new world!

　Join us!

　—Announcement from the Strategic Command Bureau of the FF Group

　Sanzenin Arashi wrote a sophisticated line and then pinned the photo to the top of the chat list. The members who had been waiting for the call to action that day began to respond enthusiastically.

　Preparations for the event began a month in advance, and Sanzenin Arashi added a perfect touch to the trip—all participants could enter a prize draw at the end of the 88th Tokyo Honko Festival.

　The top prize is ten million yen.

　The sound of money heralds the start of a massive fan event.

　[Following the Director's instructions!]

　[Orders received from the Director!]

　[The FF Group Strategic Command has activated Level 1 combat readiness. All personnel are heading to the holy war zone to await orders. We may not know each other, but today, we all have the same thing to do!]

　Burn those social butterflies alive!

　Prepare for judgment, heterosexuals!

　……

　Nishikawa called, the supervisor, who hadn't slept all night, and said in a very tired voice, "I've managed to finish the job around six o'clock. SchoolIdol magazine has been urgently sent to various sales outlets. Does Mr. Aoyama have any further instructions?"

　Sanzenin Arashi thought for a moment, "Do you have any reliable dance teachers around you?"

　"Yes, I can bring the person over at noon. Would you like to meet them?"

　"No need, I'm busy at noon, I'm going to play," Sanzenin Arashi said casually.

　"Uh... play?" Nishikawa thought he had misheard.

　"C89, I'm going to have fun. I don't want to work today. That's all, goodbye."

　Arashi Sanzenin hung up the phone with a snap and stretched in front of her computer in her bedroom.

　"Hmm... Lan Jun, who are you talking to on the phone?"

　A graceful figure sat up from Sanzenin Arashi's bed.

　Sawamura Sayuri rummaged around for her panties, one hand covering her naked body, and lazily opened her eyes, looking like she was exhausted from last night.

　"I just canceled my work. Today is Notebook Day, so work can go to hell!"

　After thinking for a moment, he sent a text message to Aki Tomoya: The studio is closed today.

　Just as he was about to say something to Sayuri, his phone rang, and Sanzenin Arashi picked it up.

　"This is Aoyama. May I ask who you are?"

　"See you again, you brat! Let's get this son of a bitch!!!"

　'English?' Sanzenin Arashi paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered.

　"Brah?"

　"It's me, Qingshan. Lin Jian broke his leg and took a pension to go home. I'm perfectly fine. As you can see, things have turned out like this: I've been fired!! Someone told me you have a job here?"

　Sanzenin Arashi smiled. "Should I recommend you to Ipponmichi to shoot black porn?"

　"Hoshit! Don't joke around, I'm penniless right now, I can't fight in Saladia, you bastard!"

　"Okay, I can offer you a personal assistant business; my company is also short a security guard."

　"This is such a wonderful job, I'll take it!"

　"I'll send you today's work location."

　At Narita Airport, the black man opened his email, glanced at it, and immediately glared.

　"I'm Gonna Burn This Son Of Fat Bitch!!"

　FF Team!

　“The Japanese like to place their hopes on others,” Bra muttered to himself. “To hell with the Japanese, Aoyama’s a European!!”

　"And I'm African!!"

　After getting up at eight o'clock, Nico Yazawa sat in front of her vanity and applied a thin layer of foundation, making her fair and delicate face look even more radiant.

　Thinking of her mother's mysterious demeanor, Nico Yazawa felt a tightness in her chest and a general sense of unease.

　She ate something quickly, then slung a small bag over her shoulder and went out. She walked to the newsstand where she always bought magazines, just as it opened, and the owner was carrying goods into the newsstand.

　The SchoolIdol magazine was lying to one side. When Yazawa Nico looked at it, she could see a young girl with blue-gray hair smiling at the camera.

　'I'll also leave my photos here!'

　Nico Yazawa clenched her small fist and thought slowly.

　She stood by the newsstand, patiently waiting for the owner to finish tidying up the goods before the newsstand opened for business.

　Nico Yazawa walked up, her cute image built from the details, she put on an adorable expression, and took out a thousand yen from her purse.

　"Get a copy of School Idol, this latest issue."

　The shop owner, a middle-aged man, smiled slightly at the young girl and said, "That's five hundred yen in total. Here's your change."

　After receiving the change, Nico Yazawa took the magazine to the side, picked it up, and glanced at it.

　Then, bewildered and disoriented.

　This...this...I didn't see the whole cover clearly just now. The one next to the blue-gray girl, isn't that...?

　Her heart is filled with restless emotions right now!

　..

232. A phone call

　We agreed to fail together, but you secretly made it through.

　Nico Yazawa looked at the cover with a complicated expression, then her face changed, and her forehead was covered with black lines.

　She felt like her sister was staring at her as soon as she looked at the cover, so she quickly flipped open the magazine and found the section to read.

　The magazine clearly prioritizes the two elementary school students on the cover, who are about to debut, dedicating significant resources to them, with information about these two kids featured on the very first page.

　The name field displayed a string of characters: '????'

　It's clearly intended as a gimmick to pique people's curiosity.

　As for that girl with long blue-gray hair... even Yazawa Nico, who is also a woman, thought she was exceptionally cute. Her big, bright eyes, without any artifice, gave off a very inexplicable charm. And judging from the photos, she didn't have an ounce of fat.

　They didn't even have 'baby fat,' a common phenomenon among elementary school girls.

　I felt a little jealous...

　No one knew Yazawa Nicole's situation better than her, and she immediately guessed the reason—her younger sister had probably been targeted by someone.

　This situation is like a girl suddenly encountering a talent scout on the street—the probability is incredibly small, and if it actually happens… you can only describe it as lucky.

　Continuing down the magazine column, it was clearly an industry practice to fabricate the personal preferences of two girls.

　At least Yazawa Nico saw the "sister" section—she can even eat celery, which is adorable because she's not picky about food.

　She laughed.

　Nico Yazawa thought to herself—even if she pried Hika's mouth open, she couldn't possibly get her to eat celery!

　Nicole found this industry-standard approach perfectly acceptable, and the following sentence, "I love my older sister the most," even made her blush slightly and feel a warmth in her heart.

　Then Nico Yazawa's eyes suddenly narrowed.

　There is a passage at the bottom of the column.

　The above describes a bit of the experience of the girl with blue-gray hair.

　She is the survivor of the recent international air disaster that caused a huge uproar. After the plane made an emergency landing, more than a hundred passengers went missing because there was a battlefield nearby. This little girl was adopted by a man named Aoyama Arashi after she survived.

　Aoyama Arashi...

　Wait, let me think... Let me think about it carefully.

　Nico Yazawa frowned and began to think.

　……