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

The person who arrived was Sachiko Kamachi, still wearing that dark blue long down jacket, her ponytail tied a little lower than usual, with a few strands of hair hanging down beside her ears.

When she walked in, her steps were a beat slower than usual, as if something was dragging her feet.

"Welcome!" Guan Gufeng stood up from behind the counter.

Sachiko Kamachi forced a smile. "Good evening, Sekiya-san."

Guan Gufeng noticed that the smile didn't reach the depths of his eyes.

Since that night, Sachiko Kamachi has come to this convenience store almost every day, arriving around 7:30, buying a discounted bento box and some oden, and then sitting by the window.

Guan Gufeng would hand her the latest chapter he had finished writing that day, and she would read it quietly after finishing her meal.

After each reading, she would neatly stack the manuscript paper, return it to him, and say, "Thank you for your hospitality."

Then I take out a few coins from my wallet, stand in front of the beverage counter for a while, pick out a bottle for him to drink, sometimes it's cola, sometimes it's tea, sometimes it's canned coffee.

As they talked back and forth, the two gradually became acquainted, and their conversations slowly expanded from novels to life, interests, and dreams.

Guan Gufeng knew what kind of music she liked to listen to and that she had joined a guitar club in junior high school.

Sachiko Kamachi also knew that he liked to drink carbonated beverages and liked to fantasize about being a character in a novel.

"Guan Gu-san, where are you in your writing today?" She walked to the counter, her voice a little louder than usual, the deliberately raised volume as if she were trying to hide something.

What is the final fate of Kirito and Asuna?

Guan Gu Feng paused for a moment, then scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

"Um... I already submitted my manuscript today."

"You submitted the manuscript?" Sachiko Kamachi's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed slightly, her lips pursed downwards. "Sekiya-san, do you know how much you've gone wrong?"

Her voice carried a hint of playful grievance.

"If you don't let me see the ending, I won't be able to sleep for the next few nights."

"I'm sorry..." Guan Gufeng didn't know what to say.

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Sachiko Kamachi burst out laughing.

"Okay, I was just kidding." She waved her hand, her tone returning to its usual gentleness. "I wish you good luck in winning the grand prize."

"I'll have the same thing as always." She pointed to the oden pot, "Egg and radish, and a serving of curry rice."

"OK."

Guan Gufeng turned around to prepare food, but his eyes kept falling on her out of the corner of his eye.

She stood in front of the counter, her gaze unfocused on the shelves, her fingers unconsciously rubbing back and forth on the edge of the wallet.

When she carried the tray to the window, sat down, and began to eat, Guan Gufeng became even more certain that something was wrong with her.

She ate very slowly, picking up a piece of radish with her chopsticks, holding it in mid-air for several seconds before putting it in her mouth.

Guan Gu Feng frowned.

He thought for a moment, then walked to the small table behind the counter, where the materials he had brought to work that day were located.

Mango, grapefruit, coconut milk.

In his previous life, when he was studying in Tokyo, he worked at a Hong Kong-style dessert shop and learned how to make mango pomelo sago.

After submitting my manuscript today, I suddenly had some free time, so I went and bought these ingredients, planning to make myself a bowl to satisfy my craving.

He cut the mango into chunks, peeled the grapefruit into segments, and mixed them with coconut milk and sugar syrup in a small bowl. There were no sago pearls, but that didn't detract from the overall quality.

Perfect, I can share this with others.

A short while later, he came out carrying a plastic bowl.

As Sachiko Kamachi finished the last bite of her curry rice, she looked up and saw what Kaze Sekiya had brought over, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

"Sekiya-san, what's this?"

"This is a dessert I made myself today when I had some free time. It's delicious." Guan Gufeng placed the bowl in front of her. "Consider it... an apology for not letting you see the ending."

Sachiko looked down at the golden liquid in the bowl, with mango chunks and grapefruit pieces floating on the surface of the coconut milk, their vibrant colors almost as if they had been painted on.

"So beautiful." She picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in her mouth.

The aroma of mango, the richness of coconut milk, and the sweet and sour taste of grapefruit were so delicious that she squinted her eyes, like a cat that had just eaten its fill, her eyebrows and eyes curving up.

"So delicious!" Her voice was half an octave higher than before, but this time it wasn't intentional.

Guan Gufeng sat down opposite her and smiled. "I'm glad you like it. Sweets can soothe the soul when you're in a bad mood."

Sachiko Kamachi paused, the spoon hovering in mid-air. The smile on her face slowly faded, revealing the weariness hidden beneath.

"Sekiya-san... you still figured it out."

Guan Gufeng didn't urge her, but quietly watched her, acting as a good listener.

Sachiko lowered her head, scooped up another mouthful of mango pomelo sago, swallowed it slowly, and then spoke.

"When I got off work this afternoon, the agency arranged for me to attend an audition." Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking about something unimportant.

"Halfway through the song, the producer interrupted me and said that my voice was not good and I was not as good-looking as those specially trained idols."

Guan Gufeng was drinking water and almost choked.

The woman with "Japan's clearest voice" is said to have poor vocal qualities?

He forced himself not to cough and put the cup down.

Sachiko Kamachi didn't notice his reaction and continued talking.

"Actually, I only found out after I joined the firm that I was just one of many people they selected, and the training was just ordinary group training, nothing special."

She looked up at Guan Gufeng, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Perhaps I was wrong about the agency from the beginning. I thought I could realize my dream of singing... but I was too naive."

She paused.

"Sekiya-san, you must realize your dream."

"Write more and better stories."

Guan Gufeng looked at her profile. He didn't reply.

The convenience store lights made her face appear very white, and the lenses of her black-rimmed glasses reflected the light, obscuring her eyes.

He wanted to say, "You're not bad enough, you just haven't been discovered yet."

But he didn't say it aloud; some things become cheap if spoken.

He stood up, walked behind the counter, and asked, "Want some more?" He turned back to ask, "There's still some ingredients left for dessert."

Sachiko Kamachi paused for a moment, then smiled.

This time, the smile reached his eyes.

"eat."

……

After handing over his shift, Guan Gufeng returned to the hotel. When he woke up, it was already 2 p.m. He got up and went out to wash up.

Back in his room, after confirming the door was locked, he brought up the system panel.

Current number of draws: 1 (refreshed weekly)

Guan Gufeng looked at his hands, which he had just washed. In the last lottery, he won a Murakami Haruki fountain pen, which changed his writing destiny.

What will it be this time?

He stretched out his finger and pressed the lottery button.

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

It's black in front of you.