I will never give in to Miss Death

Elodie has never admitted her gender, and no author dared to ask. Besides... the editor's gender is fine, and few authors care. In addition, Elodie gives everyone the impression of being too "big", so authors are cautious even when letting her read their manuscripts -

"Mr. Editor, could you please take a look at the new book and see if there is anything that needs to be revised?"

"Editor, I'm just asking, do I have any recommendations this month?"

"Sister Elodie, please help me put it on the shelves this month..."

During the years when I wrote books under Elodie, this editor kept saying golden sentences in the group:

[Just write the plot honestly. If you keep writing this collection honestly, it won't be a problem to get an average subscription of 2000. But you ended up writing a bunch of pornographic garbage. If you do that again, I'll kill you.]

[There is no market for sadomasochistic stories nowadays. If any of you insist on sadomasochizing the protagonist, especially when minotaurs appear, I will cancel the recommendation for the next six months.]

[Some people, who have no creativity, fragmented stories, poor pacing, and almost no writing skills, actually have the courage to ask me to sign a contract? ]

[You guys who write transformation novels, all of them start with a lot of erotic stories, how can they pass the review? ]

"..."

After spending three years with Elodie, I always thought she was a mature older sister who was at least thirty years old.

Then you told me that she was such a...

Standing in front of the stall, I carefully looked at the girl in front of me.

She looks about 17 years old - of course, since she has been an editor for so many years, her actual age must be no younger than 20, but in terms of appearance, she is really very young, even a little "young".

The height of the girl in front of me was estimated to be around 1 meters. She had a round face, good skin, obvious dimples, wore a pair of glasses, and dressed in loose casual clothes. She was holding a succubus pillow in her arms.

How to put it... It's a bit like the very famous destroyer Rafi in the mobile game "Azur Lane", but it's the grown-up girl form of Rafi.

Most importantly, her voice is the soft voice of a cute girl, without any sense of "queen" at all.

"what……"

I stood in front of the booth for several seconds, and finally came to my senses. I took the small chair next to me, supported myself with both hands on the handles, and gently jumped on it: "You...you are Editor Elodie?"

"Yes."

The girl in front of me seemed a little embarrassed and avoided my gaze: "Are you an uncle? Or his daughter?"

I'm actually shy!

The expression on the girl's face startled me.

The legendary editor-in-chief of Yaedo, Elodie, the venomous queen editor who is known as the author's phobia, who is always against everyone and everyone, is actually this kind of person in real life?

"I'm an uncle... ahem, no, I mean, my pen name is 'Uncle Loves Lolita'."

I pulled my wallet out of my jeans pocket. “The editor at Honeydew Bag asked me to come over to sign a new book. He said the contract is at the booth at the comic convention.”

"You really are an uncle who loves loli?"

Elodie had a "short-circuited" expression on her face: "But you didn't use that when you signed the contract before... I remember the name on your ID card when you signed the contract was a man."

"That's my...my brother's ID card."

I could only continue making up stories: “I… I was still young at that time.”

"So you lied to us and didn't let your brother sign the guardianship consent form?"

Elodie lowered her head, rummaged through the drawer in front of her, and pulled out a bag of documents: "Well, forget it, the website has been acquired anyway, I'll just pretend I didn't see it."

Great!

I took the file and asked, "Is the editor the only one here?"

"No, today it's me, the editor-in-chief of Honeydew Bun, and Rabbit who are on duty. Just now the editor-in-chief, Rabbit, and the boss of Yaedo went to have breakfast, and said they wanted to discuss the distribution of editors."

Then, Elodie looked at me and said, "What are your plans for the future? Continue writing books?"

"Well, keep writing. I haven't found a suitable job yet."

"How old are you? Why do you need a job?"

"I……"

I hesitated for a while before saying, "I'm 18 this year."

"Is this true? I can't tell at all. You're only... only that tall."

Elodie leaned out of the shop and looked at me outside: "Are you 1.4 meters tall?"

Oh, my dear editor, if you ever discuss my damn height again, I will kick your ass with the boot of the pillow uncle next door, I swear, I will do that...

"There is."

Although I was very depressed, I finally suppressed my dissatisfaction in front of the editor, who was a beautiful girl at that, and said, "Mr. Editor, I am really an adult now!"

"So, did you often kick off the quilt when you were a child, or did you pick up things from the ground and eat them outside..."

Elodie still didn't quite believe it: "If she's 18, she should be a post-00s, right? Although it may be a bit rude to say this, this is the first time I've seen... an adult girl this young."

indeed.

Let alone you. These days when I was at home, every time I passed by the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the living room and looked at the little Loli in it, I couldn’t believe that it was myself.

I had been to the convention center several times during college, but when I came here again in this little girl's body, I actually felt that the surrounding scenery was a lot bigger than I remembered.

I have become shorter and smaller, and everything seems big to me.

Including the editor in front of me, Elodie. If I, the old uncle, came here, she would definitely be the petite girl type in my eyes due to the height difference. But now... facing the editor who stood up, I subconsciously thought that she was an older sister.

“But I’m really an adult.”

Considering that one of the editor's jobs is to confirm the author's information, and that I really don't look like an "adult" now, it's normal for the editor to have concerns when signing the contract. So I took out the ID card that the Grim Reaper had temporarily given me in the apartment from my wallet: "Here."

"Yin Nuoer..."

After reading the name on the ID card and comparing it to the date of birth to the left of my head portrait, Elodie apologized: "I'm sorry, I was a little suspicious of you just now."

"Well, it's okay."

I shook my head: "Can we sign the contract now?"

"can."

Elodie took my ID card and walked to a printer behind her: "Yin Nuoer...very cute name, my name is Elodie, you should know me."

Huh? Elodie... isn't that the editor's name? Something like a rabbit?

I didn't react for a moment: "Mr. Editor, is your last name Ai?"

The young girl editor who was printing the ID card said without turning her head: "Yes, that's my real name, Elodie."

Oh boy, I always thought that was the name of a hairstyle.

I don’t remember whether it was last year or the year before, but the author group was discussing what the name Elodie meant, and then a famous author said this:

"Elody is a hairstyle in the game MapleStory Online. It is a royal hairstyle. It costs ten yuan to get it randomly. It is really a rip-off. Some people may not be able to get this hairstyle even if they spend thousands of yuan on their hair. I remember that the editor also played this game. I guess this is what he meant."

Since then, "Elodie" has been accepted by everyone in the readership as the name of a hairstyle, and the editor himself has not come out to explain anything.

It turned out that it wasn’t a hairstyle, but the three words “Elody”… which was the editor’s real name?

"Buzzing buzzing..."

"Hey? Xiao Ai, are there guests?"

I picked up the pen to sign the contract. While Editor Elodie was printing the ID card, a steady male voice came and three people, two men and one woman, walked over here. They seemed to be related personnel from Honeydew Bags.

It was these three people who made me stop signing.

Because I found that there were some acquaintances among them...

I don’t know the man in the middle or the older sister with the work badge on the right, but the man on the far left wearing a suit, leather shoes and a tie... is the man I met at the vegetable market near my apartment a few days ago.

At that time, he was squatting in the corner of the vegetable market, and for some reason he suddenly burst into tears. I foolishly spent money to buy marshmallows to comfort this uncle.

So this uncle's job is also related to novels? The boss of Yaedo?

What kind of fate is this!

"..."

……

No, 050 There is no room for you to interfere between us

On the second floor of the somewhat noisy convention center, I made eye contact with a familiar uncle in front of me.

At this moment, I stopped writing with the pen in my hand, and he also stopped walking towards me.

"..."

"..."

"what?"

They were silent for a few seconds, and the man who came with the uncle broke the silence with some confusion. He patted the uncle on the shoulder and said, "What's wrong? Lao Lu, do you know this little girl?"

"Ah... um, no... nothing."

The uncle came back to his senses and said awkwardly: "I saw her once when I was buying...groceries a few days ago. She was quite cute. I have some impression of her."

"Really?"

The man wearing a shirt with the image of the Melon Bag poster girl printed on his chest should be the "Melon Bag Editor-in-Chief" that Elodie mentioned just now. He has a strong build and looks to be at least 1.9 meters tall.

"That's really a coincidence."

The man walked towards me as he spoke: "Little sister, are you coming to the comic convention? What book do you want to buy?"

"Editor-in-Chief..."

Elodie, the editor in front of me, whispered, "She's here to sign a contract."

"Sign a contract? What contract do you sign?"

The man called the editor-in-chief didn't seem to react: "We don't have any activities here today, right?"

"Novel contract."

Elodie pointed to the contract document in front of me and said, "Here."

"Novel contract? Didn't our website use electronic contracts a long time ago?"

The editor-in-chief still looked puzzled: "What is this?"

"Boss, this is the contract for the book I signed a few days ago. The author said that the camera on his phone is broken and he can't sign it electronically."

Instead, a woman with shoulder-length hair and an ID card hanging around her neck, dressed like a gentle older sister, leaned over to the editor-in-chief's ear and said, "It just so happens that the author is from Shenbin City. I asked Xiao He to print a paper contract and have him come over to sign the contract directly."

"Oh, now I remember that it is true."

Reminded by the woman next to him, the editor-in-chief woke up as if from a dream: "So this little girl was brought here by the author?"

"Do not."

Editor Elodie shook her head, her two ponytails trembling slightly: "She is the author Uncle Ai Loli."

"What?"

"..."

Elodie's words caused the three people in front of me to show completely different reactions.

The editor-in-chief of Miguabao looked incredulous. He looked at me, then at the woman with a work badge next to her, with an accusatory expression as if asking, "Are you violating the rules by signing a contract for a child?"

The woman with shoulder-length hair and a gentle older sister temperament shook her head slightly, with an expression that said "I really didn't know she was a child." She also expressed surprise and confusion that she had signed such a young child.

As for the uncle standing on the far left, the one I am most familiar with, his facial muscles are the most complex. He seems to have figured out the relationship between the two editors just now: "This cute little girl sitting on the stool was once an author of Yaedo." Then he thought of his out-of-control behavior at the entrance of the vegetable market a few days ago, and how he received a marshmallow. Yesterday, a group of authors went to Mingzhu Building to ask for their wages. At this moment, he was neither laughing nor crying. The corners of his mouth twitched as he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped slowly from his forehead. He avoided my gaze, rubbed his hands guiltily, and coughed several times.

"She's of age."

Perhaps she felt that the atmosphere was a little off, so Elodie took the initiative to speak: "I looked at her ID card, she's over 18."

"call……"

The older sister with the work badge around her neck looked relieved.

"Is such a young girl already an adult?"

The tall editor-in-chief walked towards me with a look of disbelief, and bent down: "Little sister, what's your name? Can you tell us?"