Crossover: Pen name: Dazai Osamu, Omega Kasumigaoka

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Therefore, he had no doubts about Kitahara Makoto's words.

"Young man, here's a piece of advice: forget everything you saw today; it will do you good."

"What's the benefit?"

"..."

Mai Sakurajima was speechless for a moment; there was no benefit to it.

She just didn't want people to know that she was running around in a bunny girl outfit, but she didn't expect Kitahara Makoto to do things differently.

Seeing that the girl was stumped by his question, Kitahara Shin smiled gently and did not make things difficult for Sakurajima Mai any further, and said.

"Okay, I remember."

"..."

Mai Sakurajima glanced at Makoto Kitahara, then turned and left.

In a direction that Kitahara Makoto couldn't see, her fair face quickly turned incredibly red.

Fortunately, she's currently going through puberty and no one can see her. Sakurajima Mai quickened her pace and left.

"Buzzing..."

After Mai Sakurajima turned and left, Makoto Kitahara's phone suddenly vibrated...

……

Starbucks.

When Kitahara Shin arrived at the designated spot, a middle-aged man was already sitting there.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a suit and wore glasses, looking quite like a social elite.

"Hello."

Kitahara Makoto sat down in front of the middle-aged man.

Seeing Kitahara Makoto's youthful appearance, the middle-aged man asked in utter surprise.

"Are you the author Kitahara?"

"Yes, I am Kitahara Makoto. Are you Fukui, the editor at Kodansha?"

"Yes, I am Fukui. I never expected that you, Kitahara, would look so young. You look like a high school student!"

"No need to look, I'm a high school student."

Kitahara Makoto said calmly.

"what?"

Fukui's pupils contracted, and he stared at Kitahara Makoto in disbelief.

"how is this possible?"

“This is my student ID.”

Kitahara Shin didn't want to waste time with a man, so she took out her student ID.

Fukui quickly took it...

After confirming each other's identities, Kitahara Shin asked the question directly.

"Did Editor Fukui invite me over because my submission was accepted?"

Getting down to business, Fukui temporarily suppressed his shock and slowly said, "No!"

Kitahara Makoto frowned. "Then what is the meaning of inviting me out?"

Fukui smiled slightly.

“Mr. Kitahara, to be honest with you, I don’t have high hopes for your submission this time.”

“Because traditional literature is difficult to sell in the market now, many established writers are facing a situation where their new works are not well received, let alone you who are a newcomer, so I am not optimistic about your submission this time.”

"That's it."

Kitahara Shin remained noncommittal; it was a consensus in the global literary world that traditional literature did not sell as well as popular literature, and Fukui Eiichi was not wrong.

"Yes."

Seeing Kitahara Makoto's dejected expression, Fukui Nagashi's eyes flashed with a smile. He was still too young; he could be easily swayed by what others said.

However, these young people with literary dreams are also the most obedient and the easiest to manipulate.

They understood the principle of giving a beating followed by a sweet treat.

Eiichi Fukui paused for a moment, then continued.

"But don't be too discouraged. Although your story isn't great, your writing style is pretty good. It's clear you've put a lot of effort into it and have a deep passion for literature. So I recommend that you, Beiyuan, try a different path!"

"Change the track?"

"Yes, write in a popular style!"

Fukui Eiichi said confidently, "Kitahara, you are very talented. Although you are still young, your writing is already quite impressive. If you were to write popular fiction, I believe that with your talent, you would definitely become a bestselling author."

"And popular fiction earns more money than literary fiction!"

"..."

Kitahara Makoto remained expressionless. "No Longer Human" is the masterpiece of the great master Osamu Dazai. Do you, Fukui Eiichi, need to say that it is well-written?

Besides, doesn't he know that writing popular fiction can earn more money than writing literature?

But no matter how much money popular writers make, they are still no match for literary writers.

In terms of social status and the energy they can mobilize, popular writers and literary figures are simply incomparable.

Writing popular fiction will only ever make you a pawn of capital.

But writers can achieve great fame.

Step outside the chessboard and become a 'player' alongside capital, jointly setting the rules.

As a reborn individual, he has plenty of ways to make a lot of money. Writing literature is his way of accumulating his first pot of gold and gaining a very high social status.

"You called me here just to say this?"

"Yes, Kitahara, please believe me, I've mentored many bestselling authors, and you should be aware of Kodansha's strength..."

"idiot!"

Before Fukui Eiichi could finish speaking, Kitahara Makoto got up and left.

He was too lazy to waste words on such a short-sighted person; time would prove who was right and who was wrong.

"Damn it, young man, you don't know your place!"

Seeing Kitahara Makoto leave directly, Fukui Nagai's face instantly turned bright red with anger.

"After you hit a wall, I'll see what you do. I hope you don't come back begging me on your knees!"

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Chapter 7: Shinchaosha, Ikumi Nagai

"call……"

Kitahara Makoto stood on the street, exhaling a puff of white smoke with some irritation.

Although he didn't take Fukui Eiichi, that clown, to heart.

But the first piece of news wasn't good, which inevitably made him a little frustrated and discouraged.

"Idiot Kodansha, idiot Eiichi Fukui, they have eyes but can't recognize a gem."

"Wait until my 'No Longer Human' takes off, then you'll be crying."

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

Just as Kitahara Makoto was making a lot of sarcastic remarks, his phone rang again...

"Hello."

"Yes, I am Kitahara Makoto, an editor at Shinchosha?"

"Okay, I'll be right there."

……

Shincho-sha's reception room

Kitahara Makoto met with Nagai Ikumi, the editor from Shinchosha who had invited him.

She was dressed in a well-fitting business suit, wearing black-rimmed glasses. Tall and voluptuous, the white fabric of her shirt clung tightly to her body, perfectly embodying the image of a 'modern urban woman'.

While Kitahara Makoto was sizing up Nagai Ikumi

Ikumi Nagai was also giving him a strange look.

Too young, far too young.

Compared to the aged and decrepit literary masters of the past, whose advanced age was obvious at a glance, Kitahara Makoto's age is truly hard to believe.

Such an excellent and perfect work was actually written by such a young man.

Next to Ikumi Nagai sat a middle-aged man with a receding hairline.

He is Kazuto Yamamoto, the editor-in-chief of Shinchosha.

After Nagai Ikumi handed over Kitahara Makoto's manuscript

His experience led him to immediately make the same judgment as Ikumi Nagai.

I think this is a very good article, with the potential to be published in a weekly magazine.

Therefore, he ordered Ikumi Nagai to contact Makoto Kitahara.

That's what made this meeting possible.

"Are you Mr. Kitahara Makoto, the author?"

Yamamoto Kazuto asked with some suspicion

"Yes, I am Kitahara Makoto."

Yamamoto Kazuto chuckled somewhat sheepishly, “The Kitahara writer is so young. If you said he was a high school student, no one would doubt it.”