My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 193 Campus Activities in the Second Semester

"Where's the second volume?" Shizuka Miyamura patted his head and responded to his words with action.

Before he could raise his hand to rub his head, Glass started to rub it gently for him.

"It's only a few hundred words away."

Glass said, as if protecting her food: "Auntie, I have already made a reservation. When Tsuna finishes coding, please show it to me first."

"Okay, then I'll be the second one in line." Shizuka Miyamura picked up the milk beside her and took a sip, then raised two fingers to the two people beside her.

"After I finish coding the second volume, I don't plan to submit it in the short term." Tsuna interrupted their conversation.

These words naturally caused confusion among Glass and Miyamura Shizuka.

Before the two could ask, Tsuna started explaining: "I plan to submit the manuscript in the third year of junior high school. During this time, I will finish coding this book."

"That's fine. It doesn't matter when you submit the manuscript, as long as the book is finished." Shizuka Miyamura waved her hand casually when she heard that.

I thought that as long as this guy wasn't so discouraged that he didn't dare to try to submit his article or continue writing, it would be fine.

Otherwise, she would have planned to take him to see a psychiatrist. Otherwise, why would he be so devastated by a rejection of his manuscript?

Tsuna rolled his eyes at his mother helplessly. Isn't it true that this book about feelings is the key point?
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Let’s go back to the first day that Gang submitted his work.

A middle-aged Mediterranean man in a suit was in the elevator, holding a briefcase in his right hand, and adjusting his clothes with his left hand facing the reflective area inside the elevator.

"Ding……"

As the sound in the elevator rang out, the elevator stopped on the third floor and the elevator door slowly opened.

When the middle-aged man walked out of the elevator, he saw an open glass door. On the right side of the door hung a rectangular silver plaque with the words "Shuangye Publishing House".

The man took a quick glance and walked in.

"You came so early today, uncle?"

"Morning, Takakura."

The middle-aged man forced a smile on his face and greeted the security guard who was sitting inside the door drinking tea with a forced smile.

The other party responded to him and then paid no more attention to him. The middle-aged man called Gaocang by the security guard also left tactfully and walked back to his workstation.

At the same time, he didn't forget to curse inwardly.

He put the briefcase next to the computer, pulled out a chair and sat down. His beer belly bounced along with his movements.

After clocking in with his mobile phone, he quietly turned on his computer and prepared to handle today's work. While waiting, he did not forget to listen to the conversation between the two people at the next workstation.

"Do you still remember the benefit the president mentioned yesterday?"

"I remember. How could I possibly forget such a great benefit?"

“But I think he’s painting a pie in the sky.”

"It's possible."

"The publisher takes 40% of a book, and the author takes 60%. The president said that as long as the publisher can sign a hit book, the publisher can give 5% to the contracted editor."

"I think the difference is a mystery, and I still don't know how to define what the president calls a hit book."

"Makes sense."

As the computer turned on, the middle-aged man withdrew his attention and stopped eavesdropping. He began to read the manuscripts and handle some editing work for the day.

"'We still don't know the name of the flower we saw that day' What's the point of such a long name?"

The middle-aged man opened the first submission in his mailbox, read the name on it quietly, and couldn't help shaking his head.

"Don't you think you can get a visa by giving such a long name?"

The middle-aged man simply glanced at the name and left, typing "What the hell is this?" in the reply field and setting a timer to send it seven days later.

"Tsuna, school starts tomorrow, are you happy?"

Glass was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, shaking her white legs, and asked casually.

Tsuna stopped typing when he heard that, turned around and gave a forced smile to Glass-san lying on the bed:

"I'm so happy. I can finally see my beloved classmates and Mr. Yebei again. I'm so happy."

He couldn't believe that the almost two-month winter vacation would pass in the blink of an eye. He clearly remembered that his manuscript was rejected just yesterday.

How come school starts tomorrow in the blink of an eye?

"So fake." Glass turned and looked at him.

"Then why are you asking..."

Glass chuckled and ignored someone's speechless expression, and said to herself:

"I heard from Ayumi and Takagi-chan yesterday that our school seems to have a lot of campus activities in the second semester."

"So?" Tsuna had no interest in those campus activities, but still responded.

He felt that it would be better to give him a few more days off.

"Our school holds a sports festival in October."

"Sports festival?" Tsuna's dead memories began to revive when he heard that, and he thought the sports festival should be something like a sports meet.

However, he had held a sports meet at university in his previous life, but as for the sports festival, he only knew a little bit about it from light novels...

Seeing his expression, Glass didn't know what he meant, and then patiently explained to him:
"I heard from them that students were divided into groups according to class or grade to participate in activities such as relay races, ball games, and fun competitions.

Then, we, the first-year junior high students, will most likely form teams with senior students to develop a sense of teamwork.”

After hearing the explanation, Tsuna nodded and asked again, "Are there any other campus activities?"

"Hmm..." Glass took out his phone from his pocket and looked through the chat history of the three of them: "Don't worry, let me take a look."

After a while, Glass sat up and read the conversation between the three people:
"Yes, yes. There will be a cultural festival in November." He then began to explain:

“It’s mainly for students to showcase their literary and academic achievements, such as class dramas, handicraft exhibitions, and scientific experiment demonstrations.

Then, we, the first-grade students, might participate in simple chorus singing, art exhibitions, or class stall operations.”

After explaining, Glass stood up, walked quickly to his side, pulled out a chair and sat down, and said excitedly: "Here's the point, Tsuna! Here comes the point!"

"You talk, you talk. I'm listening."

“We may even arrange a school trip in the second semester!!!

But Ayumi and Takagi-chan said that the time of the school trip is not fixed, and other schools don’t seem to have school trips in the first year of junior high school.

But! Our school has it!

Moreover, first-year junior high students’ trips usually last 1-2 days, mainly visiting historical and cultural attractions in nearby counties and cities.”

Seeing that Nazawa excitedly said so many words in one breath, Tsuna silently picked up the water glass on the table and handed it to her: "Drink some water first and calm down."

"Uh-huh."

Glass saw that this was his cup, but without any hesitation, he reached out to take it, licked the rim of the cup with small sips, and then slowly drank.

This action naturally made Tsuna in front of her look confused...

He hasn't even drunk the glass of water since it was poured...

(End of this chapter)