Crossover: Pen name: Dazai Osamu, Omega Kasumigaoka

At this moment, the appeal of traditional literary writers is undeniable!

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Someone's trying to mess with my mindset, but I won't fall for it. I'm going to keep writing, and keep writing seriously.

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Chapter Twenty-Two: I Will Always Be With You

Traditional literary writers have a powerful influence.

But becoming a traditional literary writer is also the most difficult.

Traditional literary writers who rise to prominence in the industry are generally over thirty years old.

After the turn of the millennium, the Japanese literary scene entered a period of transition, with a lack of promising new talents.

over the years.

Kitahara can be considered the only newcomer who fought his way through.

The saying goes, "Things are valued for their rarity."

This is vividly demonstrated in traditional literary writers.

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"Shiyu-san, she's alive, she's alive..."

Hearing the editor's voice coming from the other end, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked puzzled.

"Sister Qiaomei, what are you talking about? What job?"

"Your book, 'Love Metronome,' has come alive!"

"That's what Masaki Hashimi said excitedly on the other end of the phone."

"We just received data from the publisher: your book sold four thousand copies yesterday! It's a miracle!"

"How could this be?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha was also taken aback by the news.

"Has the publisher increased its promotional efforts?"

"No."

Masaki Hashimi quickly said, "We checked, and it's because of the recommendation from 'Dazai Ichiro'."

"Utaha-san, you actually know 'Dazai Osamu' teacher? Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"If we had known earlier, we could have taken the opportunity to cooperate with Dazai Osamu's recommendation and increase our publicity efforts. Maybe 'Love Metronome' could have become a huge hit!"

"???"

I could hear the editor's complaints coming through the phone.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was completely bewildered.

"Akito sack!"

She asked anxiously.

"Wait, Sister Qiaomei, who is this 'Dazai Isamu' teacher you just mentioned?"

"Huh? You don't know Dazai Osamu-sensei?"

"But Dazai Osamu clearly said in his blog that you and he are neighbors?!"

"Neighbor?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha was stunned.

She thought about it carefully, but she hadn't heard of any of her neighbors writing it.

At that moment, Masaki Hashimi on the other end of the phone also realized that something was wrong.

she asked cautiously.

"Utaha-san, you really don't know Dazai-sensei?"

"do not know!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha said decisively.

Her social circle is very small; besides two or three close friends, there is only Kitahara Makoto.

There wasn't a single person I knew named 'Dazai Yasushi'.

"How could that be? Dazai-sensei clearly said you were his neighbor, and he addressed you so affectionately, even calling you 'Miss'!"

"How about this, I'll take a look at Dazai Osamu's blog first. Maybe he's just joking. But anyway, I still want to thank him for the recommendation," Kasumigaoka Utaha said calmly.

"Row."

After hanging up the phone, Kasumigaoka Utaha took out her phone.

She first found Dazai Isamu's blog.

Only two posts were published on the blog.

The most recent one is the blog post recommending her book, "Love Metronome".

There are already over five thousand comments under this blog post, which shows that 'Dazai Ichiro' is a very popular author.

The tweet and picture look quite ordinary, and there's no clue to be found.

Kasumigaoka Utaha continued scrolling up.

When I saw Dazai Isamu's first blog post.

He suddenly trembled.

The first blog post featured a picture of the table after Dazai Osamu finished dinner.

Empty bowls and plates were placed on top.

The picture looks completely ordinary.

But Kasumigaoka Utaha noticed that in the upper right corner of the empty bowl and plate, there was an ordinary-looking white water glass.

A pink bear is printed on the inside of the white water glass.

Kasumigaoka Utaha remembers it clearly.

This is a birthday gift she gave to Kitahara Makoto on his birthday one year.

Kitahara Makoto still uses it to this day.

At this moment, she recalled the words Kitahara Makoto had said a while ago.

The world will tell you my name!

"So, that's what Xiaozhen meant when she said that day?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt like she had discovered a big secret.

She quickly left the blog and then searched online for information about 'Dazai Ichiro'.

Soon, I saw a picture of 'Kitahara Makoto' in the first post.

That was a photo taken by the media when he attended an offline autograph session.

She was wearing a sky-blue shirt, jeans, and flat shoes, and her short, choppy hair looked clean and simple.

Standing in the center of the signing event, surrounded by lights, he resembled a king amidst the starry sky.

"It really is Xiao Zhen!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's face flushed with excitement as she frantically searched for information about 'Dazai Ichiro' and 'Kitahara Makoto'...

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"Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong..."

Kitahara Shin opened the door and was greeted by a graceful and charming girl next door.

Upon seeing Kitahara Makoto, Kasumigaoka Utaha excitedly threw herself at him.

"Ah, Shin, you're actually Dazai Osamu?!"

Kitahara Makoto hugged Kasumigaoka Utaha tightly, then quickly went inside and closed the door.

He has quite a few neighbors.

I don't want to be stared at like a monkey.

On a narrow little sofa.

Kasumigaoka Utaha straddled Kitahara Makoto and said with a 'fierce' expression.

"Tell me honestly, why didn't you tell me what you wrote?"

"They've become rising stars and literary unicorns, and they've kept it from me?"

Stroking the beautiful girl's soft, fair, long legs, Kitahara Makoto said with a smile.

"Isn't this to give you a big surprise?"

"Be serious, no joking around!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at Kitahara Makoto's fair and delicate face with a tense expression.

But it was as if I saw a shattered, beautiful mirror, and beneath it, a weary heart.

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer, and tears streamed down her face. Her sad, tearful little face looked like a broken doll.

"Xiao Zhen, don't be discouraged, I will always be by your side!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly clung tightly to Kitahara Makoto.

I'm afraid that the person in front of me will suddenly leave me, just like Oba Yozo in "No Longer Human".

After learning that Dazai Osamu was Kitahara Makoto's pen name and that "No Longer Human" was Kitahara Makoto's work.

Out of curiosity, she immediately went to the bookstore and bought a copy of "No Longer Human".

After watching "No Longer Human", I burst into tears on the spot.

No Longer Human is a very dark, despairing, and sad work that takes the "mono no aware" style to its extreme.

In Kitahara Makoto's previous life, it even triggered a wave of 'suicides'.

The book's author, Osamu Dazai, also ended his life by suicide at the age of thirty-nine.

Kasumigaoka Utaha saw Kitahara Makoto's shadow in this book.

She is an author herself and knows that a work is a reflection of the author's inner world.

Suicide is also a tradition among Japanese writers.

So after reading "No Longer Human", he panicked and rushed to find Kitahara Makoto.

On the way here, she made various preparations in her mind, trying to persuade and enlighten Kitahara Makoto.

She even considered taking Kitahara Makoto to see a psychologist.

Or you could take him on a trip during his school years, let him see the world, and help him regain his confidence in life.

When he actually met Kitahara Makoto...

She couldn't control her emotions first.

this moment.

She was filled with remorse, regretting that she hadn't cared enough for Kitahara Makoto in the past.

They're childhood sweethearts who grew up together, yet he can't even see the changes in Kitahara Makoto's heart. What kind of childhood sweethearts are they?

If she had shown more concern for Kitahara Makoto, Kitahara Makoto wouldn't have had these negative feelings.

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt both regret and fear.

Kitahara was caught off guard by her sudden tears.

He quickly pulled the young lady into his arms and gently comforted her.