People in Tokyo, the world is clear

It sounds like a very heartwarming statement.

Unfortunately, I was just pretending.

Thinking this way, I feel a little bit sorry for other people's sincerity.

But no matter what, you have to work harder.

Be the actor who never lets the cat out of the bag and do your performance well.

As I made up my mind, I felt sleepy.

A comeback.

"Okay, don't think too much, you still have to get up early."

"Well, good night, senior."

There was a hint of relief in the girl's voice.

Close your eyes.

"good night."

Outside the window, it's raining.

Chapter 9 Please take a closer look

When I woke up the next morning, the sheets and quilts in the living room had been neatly folded and placed on a chair.

Wash up first.

When I found the next door, the girl who had changed her clothes was standing in the small house that was a mess caused by the rain, taking remedial measures with a mop.

Noticing Lin Sen standing at the door, she looked over.

There is a little more light in his eyes today.

"Morning, Ito."

"Good morning, senior."

After saying good morning, Lin Sen helped her clean up the water in the house.

The wet quilt and sheets were also tidied up and piled in a large basin, ready to be dealt with when I come back in the evening.

As for the messy roof, it was really beyond my ability.

After finally getting it done, it was almost time to go to work.

"You really helped me out, Kobayashi-senpai...why are you giving me money?"

"I borrowed that the day before yesterday. I found a job now, and I'm getting paid daily."

I didn't intend to pay it back so soon.

This debt was supposed to be a pillar supporting this girl who had lost hope in life.

But since we made a further agreement yesterday, there’s no need to drag it out.

Judging from his economic situation, Ito Nishika is not a wealthy worker.

There is no need to delay payment. It is better to pay this kind of money back early.

The girl seemed to understand and accepted it directly.

"Where do you work now, senior?"

"I'm working at an izakaya, and I'm planning to find a daytime job nearby."

Go out together and then go your separate ways at the door of the nearest tram station.

However, when Lin Sen was about to leave with his hands in his pockets, the girl next to him walked around to the front in a serious manner.

Stand still.

Today was Tuesday, a weekday. She was wearing a somewhat worn three-button gray jacket and vest, with a cheap white shirt underneath.

This is the work attire accepted by most companies in Tokyo.

"Hand out."

Lin Sen did as he was told.

Then, an aluminum box was taken out of the bag and stuffed into Lin Sen's hand.

Without giving anyone time to react, the girl with her hands behind her back quickly took three steps back.

"Today is the first day of our appointment. Let's work hard together, senior."

She gave a last smile in the sunshine, trotted into the ticket gate holding her monthly ticket, and then turned around and waved.

He was forced to return the greeting and then lowered his head to open the box in his hand.

A few rice balls put together.

It's not very regular and you can tell it's handmade at first glance.

It still emits steam.

The sauce poured on top spells out a word:

[Reward]

Refers to the tomato braised noodles last night.

"It's quite clear what they're doing."

Lin Sen sighed.

But he still picked one up and put it in his mouth.

Although I don’t really like this kind of Japanese breakfast, this rice ball tastes really good.

The body honestly did it all.

The izakaya doesn't open before 6 p.m., so Lin Sen doesn't have work to do now.

I was planning to find some odd jobs, but ended up at the door of a publishing house I had been to before.

This is the location where I submitted my article yesterday.

I've made an appointment with editor Sasakawa to meet again before 4:00 PM this afternoon. I glance at the clock hanging in a nearby shop.

Nine forty.

It's time to go to work.

With the dream of getting rich, go in and take a look.

But I pricked up my ears and heard a rather outrageous thing being discussed among the employees.

"You know what? Editor Sasakawa from the editorial department hasn't left the office all day from yesterday until this morning."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Yeah yeah."

Lin Sen quickly stopped one of the people who spoke.

"Are you talking about Sasagawa Rio?"

"Yes."

It seems like I'm in trouble.

I hurried to the editorial office to find the real person.

The same seat, same clothes, same hairstyle, and even the same sitting posture as the last time we met.

The only two differences are the manuscript papers covering the desk in front of the editor and his frightening mental state.

dark circles.

Red eye frame.

Bloodshot eyes.

He stared blankly at the manuscript paper in front of him without moving.

After observing carefully for a while, Lin Sen tentatively stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Sasagawa Riya.

"I am fine."

A slightly hoarse voice responded.

"I heard from people outside that Editor Sasakawa didn't go home all day yesterday."

"Yes."

"May I ask what the reason is?"

"Didn't you see it?"

"I can't believe it."

"What you guess is true."

Finally, Ms. Flamingo came up with a new move. She closed her eyes and slightly stretched her stiff neck.

Then, he opened his eyes again, dug out the cup that was almost submerged by scattered manuscripts from the mountain of paper in front of him, took a sip of cold coffee, and looked in the direction of Lin Sen.

He spoke in a deep voice:

"Although I haven't finished reading them all, I think my judgment is correct. These novels are the best I've ever seen in my life."

"what?"

It's so beautiful?

Lin Sen himself didn't feel that way. Especially after inheriting his original body's memories, when he revisited these works born out of love, his body instinctively felt a sense of discomfort.

It hurts, it hurts too much!

As a result, I didn't look at it too carefully when I was checking and organizing it. I just carefully came up with the title and introduction of the book based on the main theme in my memory, and also included some personal thoughts I brought from another world.

I didn't expect to receive such high praise from this editor.

The excited blood in my body just started to surge, but I suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Wait.

I remember that editor Sasagawa once said that none of the works she favored would fail, while the authors whose works she rejected would go out and win literary awards like Akutagawa Naoki.

He is a reverse Bole.

According to this rule, wouldn't my manuscripts, which she gave such high praise, be...

Super flop certification?

Now I can’t be happy before I even have time to be happy.

After carefully considering his words, Lin Sen met the eyes of Sasagawa Rimei who was staring at him.

scratching his head.

"Would you please take a closer look?"

"No need to read it. If you agree, I will submit it to the editor-in-chief immediately, and we can go through the publishing process right away."

Qianxun ⑨⑥0①②⑥②⑦ Ridge

Ah this.

This good news sounds like being sentenced.

But there is no reason to disagree.

Even the smallest bit of money is still meat. According to this person, even if the performance is so poor that only a few hundred copies are sold, he or she will still get a share of the royalties.

The loss also lies with the publishing house.

I agreed immediately. I watched the female editor in front of me hurriedly put together the manuscript and rushed into the editor-in-chief's office.

A standard industry contract was quickly typed out, filled in with the title of the book, and brought over and placed on the table.

"Sign one first. The one called 'The Last Kiss'."