How to raise a random guy's wife

"Why are you saying it now?"

“You’re very good at finding people. Maybe you’ll find him by the time I say it’s a little later,” Kasumigaoka Utaha said in an unfriendly tone. “He likes novel things, is good at inciting people, pretends to be familiar with them, and is persistent. In a sense, he’s also a good doujinshi opportunist. If you find that person, he’ll drag them down with him too—that’s not a good experience.”

"Is this based on experience?"

"What's it to you?" Kasumigaoka Utaha glared at him. "Anyway, this is the first time I've talked about someone behind their back, so you'd better figure out how to repay me as soon as possible—and you can tell him what I said before verbatim, it's fine."

“I know.” Kobayashi Sora looked out the window. “I know everything.”

It's a pity, but it's not difficult to find a new production team now.

All you need to do is find a well-established team.

With his promotional methods, it's not impossible to achieve the desired results.

Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri can also focus on the work at hand.

As the car pulled up to Kasumigaoka Utaha's apartment building, the senior student opened the car door, but stopped just as she was about to close it. Her red eyes stared at Kobayashi Sora in the back seat. "You just wait."

"Ok?"

"My new work." Kasumigaoka Utaha slammed the door shut.

"Senior seems really angry..." Kobayashi Sora watched her senior's retreating figure as she entered the hall.

"Oh, really?" Kato Megumi replied calmly.

"Where do you live? Let me take you home first."

"Turn right ahead," Kato Megumi directed. They soon arrived at her house, and the girl opened the car door. "See you Monday."

"Eh?" Kobayashi Sora spoke up, "Isn't it tomorrow?"

"Ok?"

"We've arranged to go to the six-day event."

Kato Megumi stopped closing the door, "You're injured..."

"It's not a particularly serious injury. Going out for a walk will lift your spirits and help the wound heal."

"Then... contact me when you wake up tomorrow." Kato Keiko pointed to Kobayashi Sora's forehead. "Make sure you wake up naturally."

"it is good."

See you tomorrow!

"See you tomorrow."

After arriving home by car and thanking the driver, Kobayashi Sora finally entered her house and picked up the meowing rice cake.

The cat curiously sniffed the gauze on his head, but was choked by the smell of the medicine.

Kobayashi Sora smiled as she put down the rice cake, changed into her home clothes, checked her wound, turned on her computer, and sent a report of today's work to Machida Sonoko.

A moment later, Machida Sonoko called, "Are you injured?"

"It's nothing," Kobayashi Sora replied. "The doctor said that as long as I don't mess around, I won't have any scars."

"Don't do that again. Authors need protection, but editors are just as important."

"Thank you for your concern, Sister Yuanzi."

"Take a good rest, and you can put work aside for now."

"Ok."

“Um, and…” Machida Sonoko paused, “Thank you.”

"In the capacity of deputy editor-in-chief?"

"As a friend of Xia Shizi."

Not long after I hung up on Machida Sonoko, another call came in.

"Sister Zhu Yin?"

"You're injured?"

"A little bit."

"Well done," Akane Akasaka praised. "Good lad, I wish you had been here with me back then."

"Has Sister Zhu Yin also encountered something like this?"

"Yeah, just like idols, female authors also encounter these kinds of messy things," Akane Akasaka sighed. "If you had been there back then, I wouldn't have had to do it myself."

Chapter 57 Outstanding Talents

"When I noticed that kid was behaving strangely, with a lewd look in his eyes, I just flipped the table, pinned him down, and started kicking him a ton of times," Akane Akasaka remarked. "He was just too obvious. I don't know how many troublemakers I've drawn or written about, but he was trying to act all high and mighty in front of me..."

"Sister Zhu Yin, you've been drinking again, haven't you?"

"I only had a little bit, not much—what's it to you?"

Kobayashi Sora asked helplessly, "Did you really call to check on me?"

"I guess so," Akane Akasaka chuckled. "How's your game development club going?"

"We've encountered some problems," Kobayashi Sora reported truthfully. "The director we had pre-selected wants to prepare his own project proposal in order to maintain his creative enthusiasm. The proposal I originally prepared is useless, so we're currently planning to find another production team to complete the game's production."

The sound of drinking came clearly from the other end of the phone, along with Akane Akasaka's hearty exhale. "Is this all you need?"

"I am confident."

"Kurō, RER has no shortage of talent. Over the years, I've recruited quite a few people from various places. Leaving aside the older ones, there's also Iori Hashima, who's your age. His talent is no less than yours, and he has a good reputation that you don't have." Akane Kousaka chuckled. "Why do you think I should make you my successor?"

"Because I'm focused on profit?"

“Yes.” Akane Kousaka paused, “but not entirely.”

"Ok?"

"At a very young age, you showed the composure and calmness of an adult. Your pursuit of profit was as persistent as that of an older corporate slave who had worked for many years and then been laid off. That's what I value."

Are you a fortune teller or a comic artist...? Kobayashi Sora was speechless for a moment, "Then I was right."

“But that’s just your outward appearance, Sora.” Akane Akane whispered, “If life is a game, you’re a player in the second playthrough. Your obsession with profit stems from your understanding of the importance of money, a truth that many people only grasp after entering society, but you’ve known it by heart since middle school.”

"So it's just precocious?"

"No, it's not that. You use your intelligence-gathering abilities to force others to act according to your ideas, yet you provoke them with sharp words, like a bored player teasing an NPC." Akane Akasaka bluntly pointed out, "You're like a bored player, using your superior skills and abilities to test the limits of the game, hoping to complete the game called life according to plan, yet expecting this trash game to bring you unexpected surprises. After recognizing the truth of life, you still hold onto hope—that's why I chose you."

Kobayashi Sora laughed, "So that's what kind of person I am."

“Then there’s the difference between creators and investors,” Akane Akasaka seemed to take another sip of her drink. “From a creator’s perspective, to produce excellent works, you need excellent creators, and you also need a platform to help creators clear obstacles, find the right direction, and adjust their mindset—but what about investors?”

Kobayashi Sora quickly provided the answer: "Low investment, high returns, replicable, large-scale industrial operation, rapid market penetration, and minimizing interference from perceived uncontrollable factors."

"So the biggest enemy of investors is the creators," Akane Akasaka said, making a shocking statement. "A Mapo Tofu dish, a chef spends years researching and making the best Mapo Tofu, but only he can make it, and he can only do it when he is in a good mood. Investors have no interest in it at all. But if someone develops a ready-made meal kit, and you just take it out and heat it up, you can have 80% of the taste, or even just 50%, investors will flock to it."

To be honest, that's true.

Kobayashi Sora was moved.

“You can thrive in the financial industry, but you didn’t,” Akane Akasaka concluded. “Because you’re expecting things, and the financial industry doesn’t respond to your expectations.”

Kobayashi Sora opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a rebuttal.

“If I need a good investor, I can find one anytime. You’re not a qualified investor, but you’re the kind of investor I need. You can’t be the best creator among investors, but you can be the best investor among creators—hiccup~” Akane Akasaka let out a hiccup without any regard for her image. “You can find any club, have them complete your project, and then use your abilities to promote it and get decent sales—but that’s not enough. Everyone can see your abilities, but what people want to see is your mindset.”

Kobayashi Sora speculated, "The creator's mindset?"

“The mindset of a creator.” Akane Akasaka affirmed Sora Kobayashi’s guess. “Think carefully about what you want, what you have, what you expect, and what you can do.”

“Sister Zhu Yin,” Kobayashi Sora lowered her eyes slightly, “everything you’ve said is based on your judgment of me. What if you’re wrong?”

"Then you've given me an unexpected surprise." Akane Akasaka took another swig of sake. "I'm really looking forward to it."

Kobayashi Sora chuckled wryly, "I will..."

Before he could finish speaking, Akane Akasaka's long breaths came from the other end of the phone.

Asleep...

Or rather, he got drunk.

Kobayashi Sora hung up the phone and picked up the rice cakes at her feet.

Looking forward to it?

His original plan was simple: form a game club, and if they could produce excellent projects, they would create them; if they couldn't, they would create projects according to his plans; if the club members didn't create projects, they would find a club that would listen to them.

With his forward-thinking marketing methods, it wouldn't be difficult for him to create a game that sells well, as long as he's willing to invest the resources.

With this safety net, there won't be any problems no matter what.

As a result, Akane Kousaka pulled a fast one, completely exposing his weaknesses.

In other words, we now need to find a passionate gaming community to create a decent game.

An unexpected change...

Kobayashi Sora's lips curled up in a smile.

What an exciting surprise!

After ruffling the rice cake's head, Kobayashi Sora got into work mode.

His fingers flew across the keyboard as he simultaneously contacted dozens of people, clicked the mouse rapidly, and browsed various forums.

He needs to find creators as passionate as Aki Tomoya in the shortest amount of time. These creators should also have abilities similar to Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri, and ideally, they should have some troubles in their lives and need the help of a reliable adult (psychologically).

“U·M·R, Matsudo BlackCat, Yamada Elf, Ermi, Eromanga, Senju Muramasa…” Kobayashi Sora narrowed her eyes. “What? Aren’t there plenty of talented people?”

Chapter 58 Handsome Boyfriend

In the morning, Kobayashi Sora woke up from her sleep.

To be precise, I was woken up by a paw stomping on me by a rice cake.

With a helpless glance at the innocent-looking cat, Kobayashi Sora got up to scoop the litter, change the water, and add food.

"I'm awake," Kobayashi Sora sent a message to Kato Megumi.