I really don't want to be reborn.

Why do the princes and princesses in Daxing Palace eagerly await the release of Weekly Shonen Jump magazine at the beginning of each month?

Why do horse-drawn carriages traveling within the Tang Dynasty have the words "Didi Horse-Drawn Carriage" affixed to them?

I, Li Yi, the Ninth Prince of the Tang Dynasty, only wanted to invent things, explore technology, draw comics, make money, and incidentally fight against the Turks, Goguryeo, and Japan... How did I end up being designated as the Crown Prince? Don't panic, let me recite a poem first.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Lovely Girls

First, you see the paperback magazine the work belongs to, then the title, and then the author and illustrator...

Next is the ISBN number.

The total number of volumes in the series is of little practical significance.

Then, the numbers were sorted out.

The number assigned by the publisher to books in the same series.

Page number...

Kyosuke Kosaka held a novel in his hand. Yes, it was his own masterpiece. It was naturally a very special feeling to have something he had written published. And it was also a very special feeling to buy a copy and hold it in his hands after it was published.

It's far more impactful than using an app to view what you've written!

He put down his own masterpiece and then picked up the work by a teacher using the pen name "Xia Shizi".

"Yes, there is still some difference."

In her first life, that girl published her novel during her senior year of high school. Now, a year earlier, the things conveyed between the lines are subtly different from what I remember.

The biggest difference is the taste.

In this version, her writing is more ingenious, or rather, more...sweeter?

It was so sweet it felt a little off, completely different from the words she often wrote in her notebook. He picked up a sentence the girl occasionally wrote in his notebook with a strange expression.

"In love, many people have been unfaithful during long-term relationships. Some things are unspoken between each other. When I see newlyweds reciting their vows with tears in their eyes, I have never doubted their sincerity at that moment."

"However, human nature is fickle. Even though I can understand everything now, I can no longer believe in anything..."

Comparing it to the female protagonist's monologue in the book—it felt like it was written by two completely different people—he couldn't help but call her directly to ask, only to be left speechless by her reply.

"Readers generally prefer sweet things, just like in the market, sweet foods generally have a better market than sour foods."

He was both amused and exasperated: "Then why is what I wrote in my notebook so cheesy?"

There was an unsettling silence on the phone.

After waiting for a full minute, Kasumigaoka Utaha sniffed slightly, her voice a little muffled: "Sour? Sour is good. Anyway, you know I like both coffee and tea, so the two flavors together are incredibly sour."

The grievance in that voice was something that Kyosuke Kousaka didn't quite understand.

He certainly didn't understand, because he had no idea what had happened between his sister and her fiancé on the evening he was last admitted to the hospital, nor did he know that he and his sister had both lost their first kiss.

Yes, my first kiss.

At least it was the first kiss that had finally come in four years.

So now he feels confused, knowing there must be something he doesn't know, perhaps it's the girl's feelings, or perhaps something has happened to her.

Kyosuke Kousaka really liked this urge to ask questions but not be able to bring himself to ask, and to slowly unravel the mystery on his own. It seemed that only this kind of thing could stimulate his sluggish nerves and allow his soul to breathe.

This is love.

It's completely different from marriage.

Of all the marriages he had ever seen, his parents' marriage was the most typical.

People often assume that once a relationship matures, marriage will naturally follow, but they don't realize that marriage is simply a lifestyle choice, and anyone can get married—it's that simple.

But love... is a completely different matter.

He didn't ask on the phone, but simply said, "Tomorrow is the weekend. Have you decided on a location for your field trip? If not, let's go to Akihabara."

He was just joking, but Shiyu's voice was muffled and a little defiant: "Then let's go to Akihabara."

"...What's wrong with you? What's bothering you? Your novel's sales aren't as high as mine, but they're not too bad either."

The girl's voice became a little hurried: "You don't know? Ah, you don't know."

"Of course I don't know."

He replied inexplicably, "I've sensed you haven't been happy lately, and when I ask you, you never say. If it were anyone else, I might have guessed, but with you..."

Her voice became soft again, as light as a cloud: "And me, how am I?"

He smiled and was just about to praise the girl when he suddenly heard someone shouting loudly downstairs.

"Kirino seems to be arguing with her father. I'll go check on her."

She sighed in annoyance, "It's Kirino again..."

Hearing the dial tone on the radio, the girl threw down her phone and slammed herself heavily onto the soft mattress on the bed. She heard her mother calling her for dinner and responded weakly.

"Kosaka..."

The last syllable of his voice carried a hint of resentment and helplessness.

…………

A commotion broke out downstairs.

He went home in the afternoon during his holiday this week, intending to rest for a while before going on a date with the girl he liked the next day... oh, I mean, to go on a field trip.

How can the author's actions be described as a date, right?

Before dinner, Kirino suddenly got into an argument with her father, Daisuke. When Kyosuke came downstairs, he heard his sister screaming hysterically.

Kirino glared at her father: "What right do you have to tell me what to do! I can go wherever I want!"

"Bastard!"

"Go ahead and kill me! I'll..."

The apparent reason for the argument was that the father, Daisuke, was asking Kirino where she was going on the weekend, but the underlying conflict had already begun when Kyosuke Kousaka was kicked out and living alone.

It didn't erupt until her beloved brother fell ill, and now it's the second wave of the eruption.

She stared at her father's square face, which was filled with helplessness, and anger quickly and silently gathered in her body, like a group of rioters.

"What's all the noise about?"

A sentence was inserted between the two. Kyosuke patted his mother on the shoulder outside the living room, listened for a while, and went in before Kirino said anything even more outrageous.

Daisuke slowly exhaled: "Kyosuke, about this matter..."

"Leave this to me."

His gaze fell on his younger sister. Kirino was stung by his gaze, bit her lip, lowered her head, and looked like a wronged little kitten.

"Kirino."

My sister's ears immediately perked up, swaying and attracting attention.

"Go back to your room now..."

"Oh."

Its erect ears suddenly drooped down, looking listless.

It looks like it would be very difficult to raise.

He thought she was really cute, so he reached out and patted her head: "I'll bring you dinner. Don't yell anymore, be a little more ladylike, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

He stroked his sister's head, feeling as if he were touching a fuzzy spring, and Kyosuke Kousaka had to refresh his understanding.

He always knew that his younger sister was actually very cute.

But I never expected that when she was being well-behaved, she would be... incredibly damn cute and mischievous!

The girl who had been patted on the head walked upstairs with light steps, and even smiled at her mother, who had a strange expression on her face.

Her mood suddenly improved dramatically.

I probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

Her body was filled with a tender and sweet excitement. As soon as she got back to her room, she pounced on the bed, her hot cheeks pressed against the pillow. Her heart was pounding like a car, carrying her away from this unreasonable world.

In the living room, Daisuke looked at his son: "Now it seems that my decision to have you move out was the right one."

"Yes, I don't blame you for this."

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I need votes! The number is pitifully small, it's outrageous, you guys have no conscience!

Give me the ticket first! Do you have any razor blades?

Well, this time I'm recommending a new book called "Ilya is So Great" (after my persistent arguments, he finally changed the title; this time it's Ilya instead of Ilya). The author is a hopelessly infatuated lolicon.

The brief introduction is as follows:

I'm nailed to the coffin.

Even in death, I will shout from my grave with these decaying vocal cords:

Ilya is amazing!

……

Look at this profile, this person is hopeless.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Low-key Purity, Hehehe

“I heard she even went to celebrate your discharge from the hospital. This is a privilege that neither your mother nor I can enjoy. Not to mention being discharged, she doesn’t even show much appreciation for your birthday every year.”

“Father, being sick is not a good thing, and it’s nothing to brag about.”

"Don't interrupt Kyosuke. Never before has anyone made Kirino put so much effort into this. To celebrate your release, she even conspired with that girl named Aragaki to deceive me."

Kyosuke asked curiously, "Then how did you find out?"

Daisuke's imposing, almost frightening face twisted into a sinister grin: "Why do you think your sister was so agitated and out of control just now? Wasn't it because she let it slip?"