People in Tokyo, the world is clear

But this time, when he looked at himself, those beautiful black eyes were obviously much brighter.

Then he glanced sideways and murmured a few words:

"Then... until you pay me back, I'll come to you every morning to supervise you. Is that okay?"

"of course."

Understood almost instantly.

Of course Lin Sen still remembered that the girl in front of him, who was in a good mood, was preparing to jump into Tokyo Bay alone a few hours ago.

Obviously, she regarded herself as a fellow human being and had extended an olive branch of friendship to show her support.

Lin Sen had no objection to making friends. He only disliked those who only cared about drinking and eating together.

After spending some time with him, I could feel that he was a good person. At least, he was simple and sincere.

And, honestly, it's pretty good looking.

So, naturally, there is no reason to reject this friendship.

However, before that, I need to emphasize one thing.

"Sleeping pills and tranquilizers...I mean your grandma's. You should keep them separately in a special place. Don't mix them up and take the wrong ones in the future."

Better to put it in the trash.

"Well, I see."

The girl finally said goodnight to herself at the door of her apartment room.

The narrowed smile was reassuring.

The rusty iron door was embedded in the frame, making a clanging sound, and it was finally time to be alone.

I hurriedly opened the medicine box and poured water in it. Suddenly, I heard a slight clicking sound and faint granular sounds coming from next door.

Finally, there was the sound of a drawer closing, and then everything became quiet.

Lin Sen turned his head, stared at a certain wall, and let out a long sigh.

How to say?

This time I feel like my merits have increased again.

......

[Sunday. ]

I'm in a great mood today. I met a very interesting new friend. Have I been able to help him? In many ways. I hope he can be stronger and find hope and meaning in life.

[Written by Ito Nishika on March 16th.]

Chapter 5 How many years will it take to get rich? Now I just want to make money

The dry and sore throat was much relieved when I woke up the next morning.

While brushing his teeth, Lin Sen looked at his face carefully in the small round mirror.

"If nothing else, their figures and faces are exactly the same."

"Is this another me in a parallel world?"

It was truly shameful to be in this state. At least in that world over there, Lin Sen had achieved some small success.

If he had not turned into a fireworks god amid the sound of fireworks, his future would have been much brighter than it is now.

After dwelling on the regrets of the past for a while, I decided to just go with the flow.

People always look forward.

Sitting on the bed, scratching my head, I sorted out the most pressing needs at the moment.

make money.

He was penniless and still owed high-interest loans that he had borrowed from gangs when he was gambling on horses.

The amount is not small.

It seems I have to pay it back before the end of next month, otherwise I will be taken to Tokyo Bay for another cold bath.

As a second-generation human being, I cannot go through this life in vain.

You must find a way to survive.

"So what are some ways to get rich quick?"

Lin Sen desperately searched his memories of his past life and finally remembered a few article titles such as "If I Traveled Through Tokyo in the 80s".

Unfortunately, he didn't click on any of the posts at that time.

I still remembered a few online novels about traveling through Tokyo. Unfortunately, as a casual online reader, I only remembered one arrogant comment:

Already read it, bullshit.

"..."

You only regret not having read enough books when you need them.

Nothing.

Fortunately, the era I traveled through was good.

It is now the mid-1980s, the era of Japan's bubble economy.

The entire national economy is experiencing a slight boom.

The scene where everything is thriving and full of vitality is right before our eyes.

Working part-time in Tokyo, even if it's just unskilled physical labor, will earn you quite a good salary.

"I still have to work. I need to eat. But before that..."

Lin Sen sat down at the table and looked at the piles of manuscript paper in front of him.

The last ripple left by the original body to the world was a work that he was willing to publish at all costs.

"I wonder if these cultural heritages can be put to good use."

I quickly glanced through it while organizing it and found that the writing style and plot were amazing. It is a good novel.

It's worth taking to the publisher for a try.

Who knows, maybe the original person will become the next Mr. Franz Kafka.

I quickly picked up the ballpoint pen with an almost dry inner core, and used all my life's learning to name these untitled books and write a brief introduction and message.

After sitting and thinking for a while, today's plan took shape.

Submit your manuscript to a publishing house. Then look around and see if you can find a job in a small shop.

can.

Do it when you think of it.

He took out a very nice old backpack, folded the manuscript neatly into it, and put it on his back and unscrewed the door.

What greeted him was a raised fist and a hesitant face.

"Ah, Kobayashi-senpai!"

She is the short-haired girl next door.

Ito Nishika.

It looks like I've been stuck on this for a long time.

"I get up very early, so I can just knock directly from now on."

"it is good."

Taking a deep breath, the girl quickly adjusted herself and smiled again.

"Senior, are you planning to go out?"

"Yeah. Find a way to make some money, at least to survive first."

This sentence made the girl feel a little excited.

"So, when are you going to pay back the debt?"

Lin Sen just gave him a joking and unpleasant glance.

"Just owe it to me for now. We haven't even started dating yet, so it's good enough that I don't shamelessly ask you to lend me money."

Although it was a denial, the answer made the girl happy.

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow to supervise you, Senior. I'm going to work now."

Then he took the lead and ran briskly towards the stairs.

Watching the figure walk away, Lin Sen reached out to adjust the backpack strap.

Don’t pay back this money for now.

For her, this debt is a hope, a hope to survive.

Pretending to be a suicidal person like her who had despaired of life, giving them a reason to support each other.

It's also pretty good.

Protect her life and be an ordinary friend who likes each other.

As I thought about it, the girl's look of regaining her confidence and facing life seemed to appear before my eyes again.

I couldn't help but feel better.

It feels like eating a Snickers bar, it makes me excited!

After huffing and puffing my way around the place, I finally found a publishing house that looked respectable.

The people coming and going are all handsome men and beautiful women in suits.

Wearing a plaid shirt, white trousers and carrying a tattered bag, he walked around there, looking a bit out of place.

I asked the front desk where the editorial office was and walked in without hesitation.

Everyone is busy running around and no one pays attention to me.

Glancing around with sharp eyes, I finally found a young woman in the corner who was reading a small folded newspaper intently.

She had a rather slender figure, with her hair tied into a spiral bun, and the remaining hair hanging down to her chin.

His eyes were a little cold, with a bit of dead fish-like dullness.

What is most impressive is the slender white neck, which makes the whole face look like it is looking down on everyone.

To put it in simple human terms, it seems a bit arrogant and cold.

Its temperament is similar to that of flamingos and swans.

There's a name tag on the desk divider:

[Sasagawa Rie]

Very beautiful name.

Of course, he's not a bad person either.

When he stood in front of the woman, she just raised her head and glanced at him casually, then lowered her head to continue studying the news in the newspaper.

"Hello, I'm here to submit an article. Is Editor Sasakawa available to review it?"

She didn't respond in a hurry, so Lin Sen just stood there waiting.

About thirty seconds.

The woman put down the newspaper and looked up.

"We are currently holding an annual manuscript collection competition. The editorial department will not accept manuscripts outside of pre-booked submissions."

Her eyes swept over the busy editors in the distance, then she glanced at Lin Sen, making a silent gesture.

"Editor Sasagawa seems to be idle."

"I have connections, so I can get by."