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

Guan Gufeng put away his cell phone and turned to walk back.

Guan Guyu sat back down in her previous seat, holding a pastry packet in her hand.

She heard the door open and looked up at Guan Gufeng's face, hoping to find some clues, but Guan Gufeng's expression was nothing unusual.

"It's alright, sis." He sat down. "Don't worry about the bookstore for now, just leave it to Sato."

Guan Guyu didn't ask "Who did you call just now?" Instead, she looked at her younger brother's face, lingered for a moment, and then spoke.

"Xiao Feng, actually I can prepare for the standardized test. There's no need..."

"How can it not be necessary?" Guan Gufeng pretended to be angry. "I left home back then, and all my hard work was for this day."

Guan Guyu remained silent, looking down at the crumpled pastry paper she had made.

"Going to school and staying at the bookstore won't change our minds. Sato and the others can stay put." Guan Gufeng paused for a moment. "Besides, President Kadokawa still owes me a favor, so why not take advantage of it?"

"What favor?"

"That day I ran into Akina Nakamori..."

Guan Guyu listened, and stopped fiddling with the pastry paper.

Seeing that her expression had relaxed a little, Guan Gufeng stopped telling the story.

"Sis, you should go to school."

"Your mother's biggest wish was to see you go to university. Now, it's time for you to go."

Looking at her younger brother, Guan Guyu held back her tears.

"it is good."

As they chatted, the topic turned to books.

"Sis, what kind of books do you usually like to read?" Guan Gufeng asked.

"Those things you wrote."

"My book doesn't count."

"Well... I actually quite enjoy reading mystery novels," Guan Guyu said, "but I feel like all the mystery novels these days are... the same."

"It's either a dry, classic mystery or a dark social realism story. Opening it up reveals the abyss of human nature, so deep that you can't even see a single light. The characters in the book are all cold-hearted, and the whole world has no warmth at all."

Guan Guyu paused for a moment.

"The endings are almost always tragic. The murderer is caught, and the motive is hatred. Those who aren't caught are left with hatred. It seems like mystery novels can only depict darkness, but I've always felt..."

She looked out the window.

"There is still warmth in the world, isn't there? Even when writing about crimes, conspiracies, or people being hunted, we can still write about the glimmer of humanity."

Guan Gufeng put down his teacup, and a story surfaced from the depths of his memory.

A somewhat absurd escape story about a fisherman who becomes a murderer.

Golden Slumberland.

Guan Gufeng blinked.

"sister."

Guan Guyu was eating her third dorayaki, her cheeks bulging, and she could only make sounds through her nose.

"Um?"

"Actually, I'm quite good at writing mystery novels."

Guan Guyu swallowed the dorayaki in her mouth, stretched out her right hand, touched Guan Gufeng's forehead with the back of her hand, and then touched her own.

"No fever..."

"Sister," Guan Gufeng said helplessly, "I'm serious. Don't try to confine me by using the title of fantasy novelist."

"He has a high fever..."

"sister!"

"Hahaha!" Guan Guyu finally couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." She reached out and patted Guan Gufeng's head, just like when they were little.

"Xiao Feng, whatever you write, I will believe in you and support you."

"Because my brother is a genius!"

Guan Gu Feng blinked several times, then smiled.

"Okay. Then I'll write one that's unlike any other mystery novel on the market."

"Okay, I'll wait."

Later, Sato finally found an opportunity to knock on the door and come in to get a piece of strawberry cream cake. Before leaving, he gave Guan Gu Feng a thumbs up.

Guan Gufeng didn't understand what he meant, but Sato gestured with his chin towards him, indicating that he should look at Guan Guyu.

Guan Guyu was taking the new clothes out of the paper bag and folding them neatly, putting each piece into the top drawer of her wardrobe.

Then, the rain stopped.

When Guan Gufeng walked out of the bookstore, Kitamura No had already started the car.

As the car drove out of Asakusa Bridge and crossed the Sumida River, the golden sunset was reflected on the water.

Similarly, in the golden sunset, those people reached out their hands to the fleeing man.

"Run!"

"Don't get caught."

"To live."

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

When he gets back, there are two hungry cats waiting for him. Xiao Hua might be especially irritable today because of the rain, scratching at the scratching post, while Xiao Bai will probably be quietly nestled on the sofa waiting for him to come back.

Then he had to start writing a new book.

A heartwarming story about how, in a golden dreamland, everyone is willing to help you escape.

Back home, Guan Gufeng decided to collapse on the sofa and rest for a while.

Intermittent bursts of ambition, followed by a continuous state of listlessness and complacency.

It's not that he's lazy; he's just been busy lately, which has made things a bit chaotic for him, and he needs to calm down and sort out his thoughts.

book.

The opening chapters and the two most exciting volumes of "The Twelve Kingdoms" have already been written. The rest will be written later, depending on the situation.

The third volume of Sword Art Online has already been given to Kadokawa Shoten, so there's no rush for the rest.

The novel I'm currently writing, "Golden Dream," is a full-length novel, not something that can stand alone as individual volumes.

The book was definitely published by Bungei Shunju. Editor-in-Chief Yamamoto would call every few days to inquire, and the hints in his tone were so obvious that he could understand them without needing any commercial terms.

The film adaptation rights will naturally go to Haruki Kadokawa. As for whether to write and serialize the story while publishing it as a book, or to finish writing it and then publish the whole book, that's something to think about.

Serializing a story can bring in extra income, while publishing a book directly is more convenient; each has its advantages.

After that, I need to talk to Editor-in-Chief Yamamoto; hopefully, I can secure him a good serialization slot.

comics.

K-On! is a four-panel comic strip with a simple art style, so it doesn't take much effort.

He's already drawn one chapter of "Grand Blue," which is the most tiring one he's drawn so far, meaning he doesn't need to think about the plot and can just draw.

Questioning, understanding, becoming.

He now understands why Inoue-sensei draws so slowly.

I haven't started writing "Spirited Away" yet, but it would be best to write it as a short story first and then turn it into a comic. It won't take much time.

Although it was Miyazaki Hayao's idea, he was the one who actually carried it out. Wouldn't it be great to make two fortunes from such a great idea?

song.

Let's find a professional recording studio to record first.

Hmm... He has no idea how to make animations. He should ask Miyazaki Hayao to help him make a connection. Studio Ghibli definitely knows the animation studio.

in conclusion.

Go to sleep first.

……

When Guan Gufeng woke up, he sat up in bed with messy hair and staring blankly ahead.

I spaced out for a while, then got up, washed up, and cooked.

While waiting for the boiled eggs and toast, Guan Gu Feng's eyes were vacant, as if something was missing. Suddenly, he remembered something and looked around.

He knew what was missing: the feeling of home.

This apartment is large, beautiful, in a prime location, and has a great view from the floor-to-ceiling windows, but it doesn't belong to him.

Although it was a benefit stipulated in the contract, he still felt like he was living under someone else's roof. After living in the large apartment for so long, he installed a cat tree in the living room and converted an empty room into a rehearsal room.

Perfect timing! My sister will be going to Keio University's main campus soon, so renting a place near the school would be more convenient for her.

He walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and called Kitamura.

"Uncle Kitamura, are you downstairs?"

Kitamura's usual calm voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes. What are your plans for today, Mr. Guan Gu?"

Do you know anything about renting apartments near Mita in Minato Ward? I'm planning to rent an apartment there.