Living in the bubble economy of Tokyo, I became a literary giant through lotteries.

The nights in Shinjuku are never truly quiet.

But as Guan Gufeng sat in the izakaya, he suddenly felt that the sounds of the world had changed.

It's neither bigger nor smaller.

She had a relationship with him.

Of course, there's also Sachiko Kamachi on the other side.

"Congratulations on winning the prize." Sachiko Kamachi raised her beer glass and clinked it against Kaze Sekiya's glass, making a crisp sound.

She took a sip, put down the cup, picked up a skewer of yakitori, and ate it with relish.

Then she suddenly sighed.

"Hey, now that you're not working at the convenience store anymore, where am I supposed to read Guan Gu's masterpieces?" She pointed at Guan Gu Feng with a bamboo skewer, her tone exaggeratedly aggrieved. "Don't forget, I was your first fan."

Guan Gufeng smiled.

"Of course. You're off tomorrow, aren't you? I'm not familiar with this area yet, so why don't you come with me to rent a room? That way you'll know my address and phone number, and you're welcome to visit anytime."

He said it casually, not thinking there was anything wrong with it, but Sachiko Kamachi's chopsticks paused for a moment, and then she lowered her head.

"Okay." Her voice was a little softer than before, and the tips of her ears were slightly red. "I'll let you treat me to this meal."

Guan Gufeng raised his glass and clinked it against hers again.

"By the way, congratulations on your successful audition. I've heard that auditions for Being are not easy to pass."

"Hmph." Sachiko Kamachi's tone carried a hint of smugness. "I've been working hard too, you know. Otherwise, I'd be left behind by you."

Her smugness lasted only a few seconds. She put down her chopsticks, looked at the neon lights outside the window, and lowered her voice.

"Unfortunately... I'm still far from realizing my dream. The songs the agency assigns me are all those sweet idol songs, which aren't what I want to sing."

She pursed her lips, as if trying to encourage herself.

"Perhaps, if I work harder, I'll be able to sing the songs I want to sing in the future."

Guan Gufeng did not discourage her.

"Yes," he said, raising his glass. "I'm still far from my dream of becoming a literary giant and making a lot of money."

He looked at her, his eyes shining.

"Then... let's toast to our imperfect tomorrow."

Sachiko looked into his eyes, those bright eyes filled with the certainty of walking side by side.

She picked up her wine glass.

"Yes, tomorrow will be imperfect."

The cups clinked together, making a crisp sound.

After leaving the izakaya, the two agreed to meet at the entrance of a branch of Mitsui Fudosan at nine o'clock the next morning.

Guan Gu Feng returned to the business hotel, took a hot shower, and lay down on the bed.

The blanket was soft, and the pillow was neither too high nor too low. He thought he would think about many things: winning awards, publishing, his sister, and the future.

But as soon as my head hits the pillow, I know nothing more.

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning.

Guan Gu Feng appeared at the entrance of the Mitsui Fudosan branch on time. Kazuko Kamachi was already there, wearing a beige coat, a light gray scarf, and holding a canned coffee from the convenience store.

"Let's go, Mr. Guan Gu." She smiled and waved the coffee in her hand. "Today I'm your personal tutor."

With Sachiko Kamachi's help, the house-hunting process went much more smoothly than expected.

She knows Shinjuku very well; she knows which houses are quiet, which have convenient transportation, and which landlords are difficult to deal with.

After visiting three different apartments, they settled on a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment in a quiet building in Shinjuku Ward. It faced south and had excellent natural light.

There's a small park downstairs where you can hear birds chirping in the morning.

"This one's nice." Sachiko Kamachi stood on the balcony, looking at the street scene in the distance, and took a deep breath. "The air is fresh too."

Guan Gufeng walked around the room and nodded in satisfaction.

"This is the one."

Sachiko Kamachi turned to the agent and began negotiations.

"Could the rent be a little lower? Although the apartment faces south, the bathroom has no window, and the floor..."

Guan Gufeng stood aside, watching Pu Chixingzi and the real estate agent haggling back and forth, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

She wore a beige coat, her hair was tied in a low ponytail, and she tilted her head slightly when she spoke, her tone gentle but firm.

Finally, thanks to Sachiko Kamachi's "reasonable arguments," the monthly rent was reduced by 5,000 yen compared to the initial quote.

Guan Gufeng didn't really care; he wasn't short of 5,000 yen. But Pu Chixingzi said, "Even if you make money, you need to have a plan."

He looked at her profile and nodded.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

After signing the contract and getting the keys, Sachiko Kamachi took him to Otsuka Furniture.

The store was spacious, with warm yellow lights shining on the various pieces of furniture, and the air was filled with the scent of new wood and fabric.

"The bed needs to be sturdy." Sachiko Kamachi sat on a mattress for a moment, then stood up again. "The desk needs to be big. You're a writer now; you need to write."

Guan Gufeng followed behind, watching her carefully compare the cost-effectiveness of each piece of furniture.

Sachiko Kamachi looked at the shopping list and nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, we didn't exceed the budget."

After a long day, Guan Gufeng looked at the sky; the sun was already setting.

"I'll treat you to dinner today," he said. "It's charcoal-grilled meat; I know a good one nearby."

"No, no need," Sachiko Kamachi quickly waved her hand.

"You've helped me all day, I'd feel bad if I didn't treat you to a meal."

"……Oh well."

The charcoal-grilled meat shop is located in a small alley; it's not big, but the meat is excellent.

The premium Wagyu beef is placed on a grill, and the fat drips onto the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound.

When Sachiko Kamachi took her first bite, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"So delicious..."

Guan Gufeng looked at her expression and smiled.

"Eat more. You've worked hard today."

On the first night after moving into his new home, Guan Gufeng lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was quiet outside the window.

He finally has a place of his own.

I turned over, closed my eyes, and slept without any dreams.

The next morning, after waking up, I bought a rice ball at the convenience store downstairs and ate it as I walked into the park.

The park wasn't big; elderly people were swinging on swings with children, and a calico cat was sunbathing on a bench.

Guan Gufeng walked to the bench and sat down. The calico cat glanced at him and continued sunbathing.

It wasn't until he took the tuna meat out of the rice ball and placed it in front of it that it looked at Guan Gufeng properly, and after eating the meat, it allowed Guan Gufeng to pet it for a while.

Guan Gufeng petted the cat, looking at everything in front of him.

Suddenly, I felt like I was living the life of a "literary giant".

I can arrange my time freely, spending my days reading, writing, and listening to birdsong in the park.

"I wish every day could be like this."

He suddenly realized that since he was writing fantasy novels, he should visit the Meiji Shrine, the holy land of the dragon race, when he had time.

Of course, there's one more thing: I need to go back and tell my sister the good news about winning the award.

As he was thinking, a panel suddenly popped up in front of him.

Current number of draws: 1 (refreshed weekly)

"The electric guitar I won in the last lottery has been gathering dust in my storage space... I didn't even realize it was a new week again."

He stuffed the last bite of the rice ball into his mouth, patted the cat's head, stood up, and walked quickly home.

When I got home, I closed the door and locked it.

[Using one lottery draw attempt, spatial portal is forming]