I really just want to grind for entries related to crossover anime/manga.

After all, novelists who can act are extremely rare, no matter where they are.

After thinking for a while, the manager took out his phone from his pocket and looked at his male artist with a serious expression.

When can you expect to finish the first draft?

"I plan to write the script while filming '49', and it won't be longer than the end of this month at the latest."

The original novel of "Love Letter" is about 11 words long, which is child's play compared to the online novels that Genkawa Yu read in his previous life.

"Okay, I'll give you the number now."

Kazuya Nakahara opened his phone's contacts and showed Yu Genkawa the contact information of a woman whose name was Machida Sonoko.

"This is the private number of Machida, the editor at Shinazugawa Shoten. Once you've finished writing your manuscript, you can call her directly to schedule a review."

"understood."

"...I forgot to tell you, this woman has a bit of a complicated personality. If you encounter any problems, remember to contact me anytime."

After Yuu Genkawa saved the phone number, Kazuya Nakahara couldn't help but add another sentence.

"...good."

Volume One: The Shining Morning Star: Chapter Twenty-One: The Actress's Demanding Manuscripts

After finishing his discussion with his agent, Yuan Chuanyu returned to his rented apartment with the printed "Artist Precautions" document.

He can rest tomorrow and then go to the script reading for the second episode of "49" the day after tomorrow.

After finishing his meal and taking a shower, the young man sitting at the table took out a stack of brand-new manuscript paper from the drawer.

"Alright, let's begin, the first chapter of 'Love Letters'..."

Yuan Chuan You murmured to himself, and as his pen fell, words flowed onto the paper like water.

The story begins with a snowfall.

Hiroko Watanabe stood in front of someone's grave, snowflakes falling on her black coat.

After visiting the memorial for Fujii Itsuki's death anniversary, she secretly copied down his address from his middle school days in Otaru. It was an address that no longer existed, but she still wanted to send a letter.

Clutching the slip of paper with her old address written on it, Hiroko Watanabe finally dropped the letter into the mailbox.

This is a love letter sent to heaven.

"Fujii Itsuki, how are you? I'm fine."

Hiroko Watanabe didn't expect a reply; this was simply her final farewell to her fiancé, who had died in a mountain accident three years earlier.

Strangely enough, she actually received a reply not long after, still signed "Fujii Itsuki".

The handwriting on the reply was very neat, and one could almost see the sender's doubts through the words.

"Who are you? I'm fine, I just have a bit of a cold."

Hiroko Watanabe was puzzled by the reply. Following the address, she discovered that there were actually two Fujii Itsuki in the world—the deceased was the boy Fujii Itsuki, and the one who replied was the girl Fujii Itsuki, who shared the same name as him and was also his middle school classmate.

Thus, in the two letters exchanged, a story about unrequited love unfolded.

After writing for an unknown amount of time, Genkawa Yu glanced at the densely packed characters and stopped writing.

Although he had already decided to make this novel his debut work, he was still deeply moved by the profound emotions contained in the words when he actually put pen to paper.

The magic of Love Letter lies not in its flowery language, but in the theme it conveys throughout the story—"unfinished love".

The boy, Fujii Itsuki, repeatedly wrote his name on the library cards, but never truly confessed his feelings. Years later, the girl, Fujii Itsuki, discovered that the names on those library cards were actually love letters written to her.

Everyone's youth is filled with regrets, which is why "Love Letter" can resonate with so many people.

Unrequited love is painful, but liking someone can continuously provide the strength to persevere.

"Really, thank goodness I don't have to suffer the pain of unrequited love~"

Stretching lazily, Yuan Chuanyou glanced at the alarm clock beside him. It was almost midnight, and he decided to get some rest early tonight.

I have another day to write tomorrow, and this fulfilling life makes me feel very satisfied.

On Saturday morning, Yuu Minakawa had a good night's sleep, so he got up at 6:30 this morning.

Starting today, he will begin morning exercises, since the experience points for the "Long-Distance Running Master" stat need to be gained through running.

After glancing at the system panel and washing his face, Yuan Chuanyu left the rented room.

With even steps, the young man strode across the sidewalk, each step he took carrying just the right amount of bounce.

His long, slender legs were outlined in neat lines by black sweatpants, swinging rhythmically with the pace of his run, the morning breeze lifting the hem of his shirt.

[Production Sequence 1: Long-Distance Running Expert]

Experience points: 2/100

[Experience Points: 3/1]

Experience points: 4/100

Genkawa Yuu imitated the standard running posture from a sports video, having heard that it could reduce stress on the body.

He stood upright, his long arms swung rhythmically at his waist, and his forefoot landed almost silently.

Sweat from exercise rolled down the defined jawline, lingered briefly in the hollow of the collarbone, and finally disappeared into the sweat-soaked collar.

While waiting at a red light at an intersection, two high school girls were drinking milk through straws.

"Look...is that a model?"

Even better than in the magazines...

Before he finished speaking, Genkawa Yu raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The taut muscles in his forearm caused a short-haired girl who was secretly looking over to suddenly cough, and milk splashed onto her uniform skirt.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Aimei, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Hey, where's that handsome guy?"

The two female students searched everywhere, but found that the young man had already disappeared.

After a two-hour morning run, when Yuan Chuan You returned to his rented room covered in sweat, many experience tips had already popped up on the system panel.

[Production Sequence 1: Long-Distance Running Expert]

Experience points: 11/100

Experience points: 12/100

Experience points: 13/100

"It feels pretty good. If this pace continues, the entry for 'Long-Distance Running Master' might be completed along with 'Love Letter'."

The young man, in a good mood, entered the bathroom.

After taking a shower, it's time to continue writing my novel.

On Sunday morning, the script reading session for the second episode of "49" ended, and the actors left the meeting room in twos and threes.

As a supporting character, Genkawa Yu sat alone in the corner of the room, continuing to conceive the sequel to "Love Letter". He had already finished writing the first two chapters of the story in the past two days.

"Genkawa-san~"

A clear voice came from behind him. He turned around and saw Mai Sakurajima leaning against the door, a half-smile on her lips.

The black-haired girl was wearing a simple baseball jacket and jeans today, her long, smooth hair casually draped over her shoulders. Her fresh and beautiful face still attracted countless eyes.

"what happened?"

Genkawa Yu closed the manuscript and asked with some doubt.

Mai Sakurajima approached, her gaze falling on the manuscript in his hand. "Hmph, is this the official work that Genkawa-san is preparing to submit?"

"Ah."

"May I take a look first?"

"But I haven't finished writing it yet. Why don't you wait a little longer, Sakurajima-san? I'll show it to you after I finish writing it."

Following updates is a painful thing, and he didn't want Mai Sakurajima to worry about the sequel to the book all the time, as that would be too troublesome.

“That won’t do. Didn’t you promise me, Genkawa-san? I must be your first reader.”

The girl, arms crossed, refused to budge, her beautiful purple eyes fixed intently on his.

"...Alright then, but I've only written two chapters so far, and the plot hasn't fully unfolded yet."

"It's okay, let me take a look."

She eagerly took the manuscript and casually flipped through a couple of pages.

Then--

Mai Sakurajima's expression gradually changed.

At first, there was curiosity and anticipation, then a focused frown, and finally, her fingertips hovered over a certain page, remaining motionless for a long time.

After a while, Mai Sakurajima turned her face away, her voice somewhat muffled.

"Mr. Genkawa, are you planning to write a tragedy?"

"I wouldn't call it a tragedy; I'm just writing about regrets."

"..."

The girl lowered her head again, her fingers gently tracing the three characters "Fujii Itsuki" on the manuscript paper, her eyes slightly reddening.

As an actress who debuted as a child star, she has read countless scripts, but never one has ever used such a simple touch to express the most touching unrequited love.

Those unspoken words, those thoughts hidden in the details, are like the warm winter sun, so gentle they make your heart ache.