Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK.

Chapter 122: One step further, the three-person cohabitation incident (the end) [4K8]

At 4:50 in the afternoon, taking advantage of the break before dinner, Amemiya Ayana pulled Watanabe Yu upstairs.

In the words of the Saint Lady, as a poor guest, she had to first obtain the consent of the landlord, and then dare to choose a room with the accompaniment of the landlord.

In response, Watanabe Yu could only roll his eyes and let the Saint Lady do her thing.

“When you think about it, it’s quite a pity.”

In the corridor on the second floor, it was Amamiya Ayana who took the initiative to start a conversation between the two of them.

Watanabe Yu's figure was reflected in her beautiful brown eyes.

"What's the regret?"

Watanabe Yu took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket and carefully identified them one by one.

This was the room that the Saint Lady had praised when they first came to see it.

He thought that since she liked it, he would keep it for her, so he locked the room after cleaning it up.

About ten seconds later, he found the key to this room, inserted the key into the keyhole of the second bedroom, and turned it slightly.

With a 'click' sound, the door opened.

"It's a pity that there are too many rooms, compared to Yaleju."

Amamiya Ayana turned her head and looked at the corridor behind her.

The second bedroom closest to the master bedroom has already been occupied by Ryoko Hamabe.

She really wanted to live there, but she couldn't just take over someone else's home.

Should she just go over and say to Hamabe Ryoko who has already moved in, 'Ryoko, let's change rooms. I want to be closer to You'? Regardless of whether the latter agrees or not, she herself won't be able to get over it.

So she could only express her emotion with a double meaning.

"Isn't it a good thing to have more rooms? Like now, it's completely spacious." Watanabe You responded, then opened the door and walked into the room, "You can come in."

“…I actually hope that it won’t be open to the public.”

The Saint Lady muttered.

Frankly speaking, she had begun to miss Yaleju. Although the tatami was very hard to sleep on, Mr. Troll slept next to her, and his breathing was the best white noise to help her sleep.

Just listening to his breathing calmed her down.

Of course, the most important thing is that she can lift up his quilt, crawl in, and then let his quilt be stained with her scent.

——Well, thinking about it this way seems a bit perverted, like a nympho.

Amemiya Ayana complained to herself in her heart, walked into the room, and looked around the entire room.

The situation in the room was different from the last time she came.

The empty walls were hung with decorative paintings that she liked, a stuffed toy was placed beside the bed, a brand new carpet was laid on the floor, and there was also a fox desk lamp that she had mentioned on the desk.

It is childish indeed, but it is also beautiful indeed.

"How about it?"

Watanabe Yu turned his head and looked at the Saint Lady.

"Does Mr. Troll want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Amemiya Ayana coughed lightly and blinked mischievously.

"…You learned it too, right?"

He hadn't expected the boomerang to come so quickly.

"This is thanks to Mr. Troll's good teaching."

The Saint Lady walked to the bed, placed her hands on the edge of her skirt, and sat down.

"...I want to hear lies." Watanabe Yu rolled his eyes, walked to the closet, opened it, and took out the sheets, quilt covers, and cotton wool inside, "Move aside."

"To be honest, I like it very much."

The Saint Lady obediently moved aside and sat on the other side.

She could tell that a lot of effort had gone into the furnishings in the room.

The placement of these ornaments and the overall style they created were all what she had mentioned in fragments during their casual chat.

Simple, but not monotonous, very lifelike.

"As long as you like it." Watanabe Yu put the pile of things he was holding on the bed. "I believe that people are willing to pay for things they like. What do you think?"

"……What's the meaning?"

Amemiya Ayana was stunned for a moment.

"Quilt cover, do it yourself."

Watanabe Yu threw the quilt cover to her.

"Wow, Mr. Troll is so ungentlemanly?"

The Saint Lady complained like this, but her body honestly took the quilt.

She stood up, pinched the edge of the quilt and shook it hard.

She hadn't intended to trouble him about this matter.

Yes, she is not very good at housework, but there is always a first time for everything, just like the first time she washed dishes, she stumbled at first, but eventually became proficient.

only……

Obviously, the shaking effect was not ideal and the creases on the quilt cover were still obvious.

"Then can you imagine how the frost trolls would take care of you?"

Watanabe Yu bent down and picked up the other two corners of the quilt from the ground.

"……hiss."

Amemiya Ayana imagined the scene in her mind, then shook her head without thinking.

"Then forget it."

If Mr. Troll really did that, she would get goosebumps.

He is fine now.

"Isn't that the end?" Watanabe Yu took a step back and reminded her, "Be prepared to use force."

"hai~"

Amemiya Ayana responded, and then the two of them exerted force at the same time, and the quilt was completely unfolded.

"Do you know what to do next?"

Watanabe Yu put the quilt on the bed.

"Bed sheet?"

"Yes." Watanabe Yu nodded, then weighed out the thinner quilt and handed it to Amamiya Ayana, "The bed is a hard bed, although it has a mattress.

"But the mattress I chose is not too soft, so it would be better to put another layer of cotton batting on it."

"Hmm..." Amamiya Ayana raised her hand, "Teacher Watanabe, how hard is it after the padding?"

"It's softer than a tatami with a mattress."

Watanabe Yu's answer was concise and to the point.

"it is good."

Amemiya Ayana nodded slightly, spread out the cotton quilt obediently, and then put the bed sheet under it.

"Try it by lying flat on your back." Watanabe Yu paused, "When you lie down, put your hands behind your waist. If you feel that you are close to the bed, then the hardness is appropriate."

If you blindly pursue the hardness of a hard bed, the end result will definitely be back pain.

Don't ask him how he knew.

"it is good."

Hearing this, Amemiya Ayana lay down and tried it. After feeling the tight feeling he described, she took her hands out from behind her waist and squinted her eyes comfortably.

"Just right!"

The Saint Lady's voice suddenly became lazy.

"Then there are only two steps left, putting on the quilt and pillows."

Watanabe Yu looked at Amemiya Ayana and signaled her that she could get up.

"No, let me lie down for a while! I'm exhausted after a long day!"

The Saint Miss started to act coquettishly.

"I have a question." Watanabe Yu sat down on the bed and turned his head to look at her lying on the bed, "If you lie down, you won't be able to get up."

Judging from her current lazy cat-like state, the probability of her passing out is very high.

"…Just lying down for a while."

The Saint Lady quietly defended herself.

"uh-huh."

Watanabe You responded and took out his cell phone.

The Saint Lady has the habit of taking a nap at noon, but she didn't take any rest at all today. In addition, they haven't had any rest since noon, so it's normal for her to feel sleepy.

"Just five minutes!"

Amamiya Ayana closed her eyes and declared victory.

"..."

As soon as the words fell, the room suddenly became quiet. Through the door, the originally vague sound of cutting meat coming from downstairs also became clearer.

"Yu."

About three minutes later, Ayana Amamiya opened her eyes.

Her long eyelashes were covered with a layer of golden powder from the sunlight, and her voice was soft and sticky.

Sure enough, the thought of him sitting beside her bed made her lose all desire to sleep.

"Ok?"

"Why aren't you tired at all after the same trip?"

The Saint Lady turned sideways and lay on the bed in a comfortable position, her bright eyes reflecting his back.

"Maybe it's because I'm in better shape."

Watanabe Yuu glanced at the time displayed on his mobile phone.

It is already 5:10, and there are still 50 minutes left before the Watanabe family's usual dinner time.

Buzz. Buzz.

And as if at the right moment, his phone suddenly vibrated, and the screen showed that he had received a new LINE message.

He thought about it, unlocked the screen and clicked on it.

The message was from Kuriyama Akie. [Teacher Watanabe, are you free now? ]

Watanabe You thought about it and sent a message back.

【some】

The message was shown as read within seconds, and the reply came as expected in the next second.

[Are you free these days? A media outlet would like to conduct a text interview with you]

On the other end of the phone, Kuriyama Akiie looked at the screen anxiously.

She was now like a "prisoner" waiting for the verdict, feeling extremely terrified.

Yes, Watanabe Yuu has never clearly mentioned his attitude towards the media, but based on their actual contact, she personally feels that Watanabe Yuu should be the kind of person who doesn't like the "camera" very much.

But... this time it's a text interview.

He shouldn't be that opposed, right?

Buzz. Buzz.

A message alert sounds.

Kuriyama Akie's thoughts were pulled back to reality, and the two words that appeared on the screen made her breathe a sigh of relief.

【time】

Nice!

She pumped her fist and quickly sent the date.

【7:7 AM on July 】

[That day was Saturday? ]

Watanabe Yuu glanced at the calendar.

[Yes, do you have anything else to do that day? If so, this time can be adjusted.]

Kuriyama Akiie immediately added a sentence.

The president has already told her specifically that all times now are subject to Mr. Watanabe's.

[If you are free, let’s go at 10 a.m.]

[Okay, then there are two more things]

[Editor Kuriyama, just tell me]

Ok……

Kuriyama Akiie considered her words and tapped the screen with her finger.

After looking at the line of text she typed, she read it herself first, then pressed the delete key, choosing to delete all, and then she typed out the line of text in a more official tone.

[First thing, the fourth printing of Norwegian Wood is about to sell out, and the fifth printing has been arranged]

【it is good】

[The second thing is, Mr. Watanabe, are you willing to accept an interview? Currently, several mainstream media outlets, including Keihan Shimbun, Japanese Times, and Nara Evening News, have contacted us, hoping to do an interview with you.]

Interview?

Watanabe Yu looked at these two words and hesitated for a moment.

"what happened?"

Amamiya Ayana sat up.

Although she didn't see his expression, she could still read some other meaning from his body movements.

"Editor Kuriyama told me that a media outlet wanted to do an interview with me."

Watanabe Yu did not hide it. He turned around and looked at Amamiya Ayana behind him.

"Then what do you think?"

Amemiya Ayana sat next to him.

"I am a little hesitant. I think the timing is not right."

This is what he means.

He is not opposed to accepting interviews, but he always feels that the interview at this time is not quite up to par.

“Is it an interview with the mainstream media?”

The Saint Lady asked.

"Yes."

Watanabe Yu nodded.

At this distance, he could clearly smell the faint fragrance on her body.

"Then my suggestion is to wait a little longer." Amamiya Ayana met his gaze, her voice less soft and more serious, "Such an interview has positive significance for the current Norwegian Wood, but it won't play a big role."

"Yes."

This is where he hesitated.

"If it's just the icing on the cake, then why not leave this 'flower' for after the Naoki Prize?" Amamiya Ayana paused and analyzed it carefully, "The popularity of an author is not only determined by his works.

“It’s more important to look at the added value of their work, or to put it bluntly, what awards their work has won.

"For the same interview, one title is "Getting to know the bestselling author" and the other is "Exploring the youngest winner of the Naoki Prize". Which one do you think will attract more attention?"

"the latter."

Watanabe Yu gave the answer without thinking.

It's just like a sixteen-year-old JK girl on the bus having people...take turns giving up their seats for her.

"Yes, that's the truth." Amamiya Ayana nodded, "Then let's continue to dig deeper. What do you think is the biggest difference between writers who win the Naoki Prize and those who don't win the Naoki Prize, Yuu?"

“…The Naoki Award is more like an admission ticket, a ticket to enter a certain circle.”

Watanabe Yu said this.

Many times, when you achieve a certain accomplishment, it brings not only fame, but also a new social circle.

"Yes, after winning the Naoki Prize, you can accept an interview as a Naoki Prize-winning author. Whether it's fame or the icing on the cake, it will be much higher than what you are doing now. Taking advantage of the award ceremony, if nothing unexpected happens, it can also bring about another wave of sales."

Amemiya Ayana sat closer to Watanabe Yuu.

"Also, did the editor reveal the names of those media outlets?"

"some."

"Can you show it to me?"

"of course."

Watanabe Yu handed over the phone.

"Take Keihan Shimbun as an example." Amamiya Ayana introduced tactfully, "The main audience of this media is middle-aged and elderly people, and the well-known authors interviewed by them are mostly authors of this age group.

"Even so, those well-known authors were... badly evaluated.

“Those people were quite harsh in their words.

"If you accept the interview in your current capacity, you will probably face a lot of doubts."

She had put it as tactfully as possible.

Anyway, in her impression, the last famous author who was interviewed by Keihan Shimbun received very harsh comments.

——The reason is simple. The traditionalists felt that the famous author’s ideas were too new and contrary to their own, so they attacked him.

"The other two, the Japanese Times and the Nara Evening News, are considered mainstream media in terms of popularity, but they are relatively backward among all the mainstream media. Anyway, I personally think that Mr. Watanabe's first interview can be appropriately 'reserved'."

She handed the phone back to Watanabe Yu.

"Waiting for a good price at this time is a very good choice." Amamiya Ayana continued, "As for the text interview, you can give it a try. This is the icing on the cake that is only useful at this stage."

"Ok."

Watanabe Yu took the phone, replied to the message, and then put the phone away.

"That……"

"I'm a little tired."

The Saint Lady stepped back a little, then opened her arms to Watanabe Yu.

"This is?"

Watanabe Yu was stunned.

"Miss Saint is so sleepy, but she is still helping you analyze it so seriously. Shouldn't you give her some reward?"

Amamiya Ayana blinked and began to persuade her gently.

"You mean... a hug?"

"is it not OK?"

She asked.

"can."

Watanabe Yu grabbed her hand, exerted a little force, and then hugged the Saint Lady.

The warm and delicate body with a faint fragrance fell into his arms.

"That's right."

The Saint Miss closed her eyes comfortably.

The feeling of security I felt when I first crawled into his bed came over me.

She felt like she was soaking in a hot spring, bubbling with comfort.

"Hum~"

She gave a childish smirk and rested her chin on his shoulder, her long black hair gently tickling his neck.

next second.

She saw it clearly, and Mr. Troll subconsciously shrank back.

Then her smile became even brighter.

But you can't resist.

because……

"This is an equal exchange, don't you think?"

The Saint Lady spoke softly, applying a little more force to the fingers that were holding his back.

"My dear, Mr. Troll."

She moved her delicate red lips close to his ear and blew a breath mischievously, with the breath smelling like orchid.

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