I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Looking at Kishimoto City's increasingly relieved eyes, Kira Yoshikage just frowned slightly.

what~

Kira Yoshikage is a sober person, and taking anger is pointless.

——He knew that, whether it was the repeated transcripts at the scene of the incident or the unpleasant eyes of Kishimoto City, they were all created by that "fan".

So, right?

He would not take his anger on Kishimoto Castle.

Of course, I also hope that Kishimoto City will not care about his increasingly cold attitude.

As usual, Yoshikage Kira and Kishimoto City discussed the details of the outline submitted earlier for a while, and gave a part of the original manuscript.

Kishimoto Castle is so easy to handle, and his attitude of holding the manuscript and wishing to throw his eyes into it is satisfactory to Ryoyoshikage - at least his attention is not on Kira Yoshikage's side.

There was a knock on the door of the reception room, and Kazuo Sato pushed the door open.

With a stack of documents in her hand, she nodded with a shy smile and Yoshikage Kira, then looked at Kishimoto Castle: "Mr. Kishimoto, are you...are you sure you want me to go to the printing house to hand over? "

"Ok?"

Kishimoto raised his head, then nodded with a smile: "Just go,"

"It's better to say that you have helped me a lot if you go." Kishimoto City smiled like an old fox: "I can't stand your sister's way. Killed by her eyes."

"What...why is it so exaggerated." Sato Kaori was a little embarrassed: "Sister is just stricter, she usually talks very well!"

"...Really? Hehe..." Kishimoto City laughed dryly, "Anyway, it's better for you to go. It's good to learn the publishing process and accumulate some experience... That's right!"

Kishimoto Castle turned his gaze to Yoshikage Kira: "Do you want to follow Kira-kun? Miss Sato said that she liked your book very much when it was reprinted before. If you see a real person... Maybe your attitude towards me next time. will be better..."

Saying that, Kishimoto City laughed awkwardly: "Yes, it's a bit difficult for a strong man, right?"

Kira Yoshikage didn't speak, just raised his eyebrows and looked at Kishimoto Castle: "It doesn't matter if you drop by."

He also wants to spend more time with Sato Kaori~

Words that don't match the funeral, trying to commit suicide but quickly adjusting the mood...

- are all questionable.

"Are you going back to Duwang Town? That's really on the way. The printing factory is only two stops away from Duwang Town."

"Eh?! Teacher Kira is going too?" Sato Ka looked at Kira Yoshikage expectantly, folded her hands and showed a shy and happy smile: "If so, I have to tell my sister the good news! "

Stared at by two expectant gazes, Kira Yoshikage frowned slightly inaudibly.

Afterwards, he showed a skilled, kind smile like a spring breeze and said: "Then go, I hope Miss Sato will not feel that I disturb her work."

"Ah! That's great! No~ My sister really likes Mr. Kira, and she asked me about the publication time of Mr. Kira's next works before~"

In the face of such words, Kira Yoshikage did not take it seriously.

He just smiled and got up, told Kishimoto City that he would come to pick up the manuscript next time, and then left the publishing house with Kaori Sato.

From the publishing house to the tram stop, it's not a long walk.

Kira Yoshikage responded to Sato Kazuya's words, and looked down at her face from time to time - it looked normal, still shy and shy.

When approaching the tram stop, Yoshikage Kira stopped.

He looked back at the alley across the street, frowning slightly.

It wasn't until Sato Ka urged him that he turned around and continued on his way.

......

Inside the alley.

Chiba Yu took a deep breath while clutching his chest, then relaxed.

With complacency on her face, she said, "Sure enough, if it was Kira-kun, he would definitely find me! ~It's just..."

Chiba Yu frowned and lowered his head, looking puzzled: "Why is the little one from the Sato family here?"

Is [Teacher] again...

Chapter 008 The so-called "book fan"

in a dimly lit lounge

"Why do so many extra things? It's actually very simple. You can relieve your anger by killing him, right?"

The woman leaning on the chair sneered at the familiar and disgusting words on the phone.

She pressed the cigarette that burned to the end between her fingers, but never took a puff, into the ashtray, then got up and opened a corner of the curtain: "No, that won't completely relieve me."

The woman's voice was mixed with some unbearable forbearance, and she took a deep breath before continuing: "I want to torture him, and I want those dead faces to haunt his reality! His dreams! Until the end , I will let him die!"

"Excessive."

"You know shit!" The woman's face suddenly twisted: "Don't think of me as one of your [students]! I don't need you to teach me what I want to do!"

"Okay. So, do you see fear in his face?"

"..."