People in Tokyo, the world is clear

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Is it so direct?

But Rio Sasagawa still pulled a chair over for Lin Sen to sit down.

"Besides, I can't help you. I've approved the manuscripts of twelve teachers and rejected about a hundred. None of the twelve books I approved sold more than a thousand copies. Several of the teachers I rejected submitted their manuscripts to other publishing houses and achieved some small success."

"May I ask what kind of results it is?"

"There are two Naoki Prize winners, three Akutagawa Prize winners, and I think there are a few Yomiuri Prize and Ranpo Prize winners... I can't remember exactly. After those teachers were published in the newspaper, I basically stopped working at the company. So, are you sure you want me to review it?"

But it's okay.

The reverse eye can recognize the pearl.

"want."

Even with this preface, Lin Sen still opened his bag casually and stuffed all the manuscripts into his bag.

Looking at the current situation, it is impossible for other editors to help me review.

It’s too late to look for another publishing house. I have to find a job for the rest of the day to solve the all-important problem of food and clothing.

Why not just submit your manuscripts here? If they're accepted, you can make a little money. If they're rejected, it proves they have the potential to win a major literary award. It's a huge profit, no matter how you look at it.

Manuscripts are not such inconvenient things!

He then neatly placed the papers in front of the person, made an appointment for the next meeting, and left with his bag.

However, he didn't realize that the woman behind him was staring at his back.

"It looks familiar."

Sasagawa Rio muttered something, but she couldn't remember where this face that was vaguely in her memory had appeared.

"Let's read the manuscript first."

The manuscript paper was so old and discolored, and folded in a messy manner that it was obviously cheap stuff.

But the words above are elegant and powerful, and very pleasing to the eye.

"My pen name is Mr. Itsuki."

"It's quite pleasing to the eye."

However, when she picked up the next one, Sasagawa Rimei's eyes suddenly froze.

A different light suddenly appeared in his lifeless eyes.

Those two eye-catching introductions lay quietly in the center of the yellow manuscript paper.

[When I first went to the Louvre, I didn’t feel anything special.]

[Because I have already met my own Mona Lisa.]

Chapter 6: The Blessing Warrior of the Old Century

To be honest, Tokyo in this era is a paradise that all Japanese workers yearn for.

The shortage of human resources has led to a significant increase in average wages. Generally speaking, as long as you have hands and are not too lazy, you can earn a considerable salary through labor.

There is absolutely no shortage of jobs, it just depends on whether you are willing to work.

In this situation, it only took Lin Sen half a day to find a store willing to take him in.

It is an izakaya near a station on the Chuo Line, and the owner is Kawahara Taiga.

My demands were simple: I'd take care of lunch and dinner for myself, a broke person, and get my first month's salary paid daily. The rest would be at market price, no bargaining required.

In today's Tokyo, it is indeed rare to find such straightforward and somewhat involutionary workers. Therefore, as soon as he finished explaining the conditions, the rough-looking Uncle Tiger slammed the table.

"That's great! I just like your temper. From today on, you are a member of our Dragon Tiger House!"

Then I was pushed into the back kitchen, put on a coat, put on gloves, picked up a bucket and started working.

Cleaning and organizing the ingredients, and washing the dishes at the same time, are probably all the responsibilities.

It wasn't difficult, and I mastered it easily. After an hour of hard work, I was able to chat with others about daily life.

The restaurant has only a handful of employees. Kawahara Taiga is a bachelor and works as the head sous chef alongside his brother, who is also a bachelor.

There is a permanent female clerk who can be called "Auntie" and is in charge of external affairs. It is said that there is also a girl who is only in charge of the late night period.

Time really flies by.

Izakayas have a unique characteristic: the darker it gets, the busier they become.

By the time the moon was high in the sky, I had already accumulated a lot of fatigue.

The shop owner's brother and the aunt were too busy to chat.

The work gradually became boring.

Lin Sen started thinking about ways to divert his attention and have some fun.

These days, not to mention smartphones, even the World Wide Web doesn't exist.

For him, who was once a modern man, it was really painful.

Fortunately, there is always a way to find joy in adversity.

The melodies of the songs I often listened to in my previous life came to my mind unconsciously.

I subconsciously picked out those in Japanese.

I didn’t know Japanese before, so I couldn’t sing it well. But now it’s different, and I can sing it very smoothly.

He hummed a few of his favorite songs happily and cleared his throat with satisfaction.

However, the peripheral vision gave a different message.

I just realized that there was a girl next to the sink.

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He leaned forward as if he wanted to lie on the stage, his face filled with fascination.

It was not until he noticed the gaze that he quickly took two steps back and observed the situation quickly with his bright eyes.

After confirming that no emotions such as anger were detected, a warm and energetic smile naturally emerged.

"Are you the new Kobayashi-san?"

The girl was dressed simply. She had a simple ponytail tied with a white hairband, and a black bracelet around her wrist, but no other accessories.

A kitchen apron emblazoned with the shop's logo was tied tightly around her waist. Her coat sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and her slender white arms were folded in front of her, adding a touch of energy to her demeanor.

Clean and fresh.

The first impression is that she is a girl that is hard to dislike.

"Yes. Are you Qingshan, who is in charge of foreign affairs?"

"Green Mountain Summer Solstice!"

The girl with a ponytail raised her arm carelessly.

"Xiao Linsen."

Lin Sen took off his gloves and completed the handshake ceremony.

The other person is obviously the kind of person who is very outgoing.

For some reason, he had a strange passion for music. Therefore, the topic quickly turned to the little tunes Lin Sen had just hummed.

"What song was that that Kobayashi-san just singing?"

"Ah, just singing whatever you want."

"Eh? But it sounds really nice!"

Of course it sounds good. The last song was Hachi-san's little song.

While I was secretly complaining, the girl opposite me had already shown an expectation of getting to the bottom of the matter.

"I've never heard of it. Is this something Kobayashi-san created originally?"

"It doesn't count."

"That is..."

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"I just hummed the melody I dreamt of in my dream."

But I dare not directly claim the song as my own.

I don't understand anything, can't write music, and can only remember half of the lyrics, so I can only sing half-heartedly.

There is really no need to brag about being rich.

The original intention was good, but unfortunately such words seemed to be seen as an excuse in the eyes of Miss Xiazhi.

A hint of dark anger quickly flashed across the girl's bright eyes.

Just as he was about to say something, he was stopped by the call of a customer outside the door.

"Ah, here it comes! Please wait a moment!"

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He quickly turned around and ran out, but he still looked back, with a kind of lingering curiosity on his face.

After that, it was already time for supper after closing time when I was able to talk to her again.

When I stayed in the store to enjoy the free dinner that had been agreed upon, a can of drink was placed in front of me.

"So, Kobayashi-san, these melodies you dreamed of actually have lyrics?"

"Children don't understand and can just fill it in for fun."

"Woo! Stop joking!"

The outgoing girl reached over and patted his shoulder unhappily, then helped him open the pull ring.

"I'll buy you a drink. In exchange, tell me what story the last song tells and how the inspiration for the melody came about. Is that fair?"

Why am I so interested?

But no matter what, they still gave me a bottle of drink. Since they are so sincere, I might as well try to fool them a little.

I'm thirsty too.

Pick up the drink and take two sips.

I put down the can and racked my brains to think of words.

"It's probably about the stories between childhood friends, or friends from long ago."

"At the end of a long, lazy summer, I sat on a train at dawn, gazing out the window at the scenery and my own reflection, when I was suddenly assailed by memories of the dead."

He picked up the drink and took another sip.

"I thought of that friend and those years. Where is he now, the one who used to ride a twisted, old bicycle with me, the one who used to throw a tantrum and drop his shoes in the grass?"

"I can't help but miss the silly things we did together. I'm inspired by these beautiful memories, but I'm also filled with melancholy and pain over the images in my mind that have become increasingly blurred with the passage of time."

"We've all grown taller and older, no longer children. Those days are gone forever, never to return. Is he now struggling to face life like me? Does he also gaze at the half-full moon somewhere on certain nights? Does he also look up at the rising sun, reminiscing about those memorable moments like me, humming softly to himself like this?"

"Probably so."

I drank the drink and shoveled the last few noodles in the bowl into my mouth, but found that it was eerily quiet around me.

The girl sitting next to me had lowered her head without me noticing.

He took a sharp breath and then dropped the hand holding the handkerchief.

"..."

Hey! Is that really the case?

Before I could say anything, my shoulder was patted.

Turning around, I saw that it was the store manager Kawahara Taiga, who had gone to the lounge to have a drink after closing time.

The macho man cried.