I will never give in to Miss Death

Yin Nuoer, and your promise.

And for some reason, I had a vague feeling in my heart at that time, I always felt that... the word "promise" seemed very important to me.

I really didn't expect that I would end up using this name.

What I didn't expect was that after turning me into this little girl, the god of death sent my original body to the hospital and donated my organs.

Isn't it against the rules of the divine world for her to do this?

Or is it just like she said...she is the most powerful god of death in this world and no one can control her?

"I……"

Facing the gaze of Uncle Lu Xinjian, the owner of Yaetang, I turned my head away: "I don't know."

If what the uncle said is true, and there is only one person named Yin* in the entire Kamihama City, then there is no doubt that my original body provided the heart for his daughter.

But I really don’t know how to explain this situation to him.

As far as I can remember, I didn’t have any “sister” when I came out of the orphanage. The me of today... or rather, “Yin Nuoer” was born out of thin air.

I don’t know whether the Grim Reaper directly used magic or something to change the cause and effect of the entire world or simply went to the Public Security Bureau to change my previous background and identity. Anyway, no matter what the method was, I couldn’t explain it to the uncle in front of me.

What surprised me the most was that under normal circumstances, hospitals would keep the privacy of organ donors absolutely confidential. Was the name found because this uncle knew many people? Did he have a strong background? Or was he already an old acquaintance of the hospital director because his daughter was often hospitalized?

"OK then."

Maybe he had seen something from my face, so he said, "I understand." "Sorry to have talked to you so much all of a sudden...Have you had breakfast?"

I nodded: "I have eaten."

That’s right, let’s end this topic quickly. If we go into it any further, I really don’t know how to explain it. I really don’t know anything about the crappy things that the Grim Reaper did!

When I discuss this kind of thing, I feel like the Grim Reaper is crawling on my body. This feeling of "it seems like I did it but it also seems like I didn't do it", "who am I, what did I do, who killed me" is really terrible.

When the Grim Reaper comes tonight, I will absolutely... catch her and ask her everything!

"Would you like some more?"

I don't know when the uncle walked to a small cabinet on the side and took out a box of Crispy Shark: "I heard from them that you have signed a contract with the bunny in the honeydew bag."

Crunchy shark! Vanilla flavor!

When I saw this, I felt like something on top of my head stood up and pressed against my hat.

By the way, does Marisa's Tieji still owe me a box of crunchy shark? Isn't this the same as our traditional "I'll treat you to a meal some other day"? Is he not just being polite? Is he really going to take me to the supermarket to treat me to crunchy shark?

"Yes, it's signed."

I stared at the snacks in the hands of the uncle who was walking towards me: "At present, I... I am at home, I don't have a job, and for the time being I can only write books to earn some living expenses."

"Got it. I'll ask Elodie to take special care of your book in the future."

The uncle placed the crispy shark in front of me and said, "You and your brother's home should be near that vegetable market, right?"

My brother?

What weird things have you come up with?

I tilted my head and looked at the uncle with some confusion.

Now even I don't know the cause, process or outcome of the incident, and you just assume that it was my "brother" who donated his heart to my daughter? !

Or... you have actually found out through the previous contract that "I" have written a book in Yaedo?

"Ah... I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm, I just meant... forget it, just pretend I didn't ask, I'm really sorry."

After feeling my gaze, the uncle apologized repeatedly: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

“I’m living a good life at the moment.”

I rejected the uncle's kindness and calmly grabbed Crispy Shark: "If the new book can be put on the shelves according to this daily collection momentum, and it doesn't collapse, I should be able to earn more than 2,000 yuan in royalties every month. If I do some part-time jobs, I will definitely have no problem making a living."

"More than two thousand..."

The corners of the uncle's mouth moved, and then he seemed to remember something: "Do you want to come over to my side..."

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Before the uncle finished speaking, there were three knocks on the door, and then the editor-in-chief of Honeydew Bag walked in from outside. "Are you guys not done talking yet? There are more people, two booths, and Rabbit will meet with the author of Yaedo later."

"Oh, okay, we're done talking about this."

The uncle dealt with the editor-in-chief and turned to me: "Are you busy today?"

"busy?"

I was stunned for a moment: "Not busy, maybe I just need to save manuscripts for the new book period, and then I have to go to the market to buy vegetables in the afternoon..."

"So do you want to come and help today? Just stand there and look after the store and sell some books."

Uncle Lu Xinjian had an inviting look on his face: "Meiguabao Yaetang has two stores, No. 67 and No. 68. Big G and I have to go to a few meetings soon, and Bunny also has to take care of the authors in the group. If it's just Elodie, we might not be able to handle it."

Finally, the uncle added: "There is a salary."

Help watch the store?

But I... don't plan to stay here today.

I hesitate.

I'm just starting a new book and I have to save manuscripts, take care of readers, manage the comment section and complaints, plan the characters and plot, and write an outline. If I have to stay here all day to look after the store, I may not have enough time in the evening.

Or I should just sign the contract back, as I still have to face a certain Miss Death tonight.

"No."

Thinking of this, I gave an apologetic smile: "There have been too many things going on lately..."

The uncle didn't seem to be willing to give up: "20 yuan an hour, settled that night."

20 yuan an hour? It's o'clock now. Even if I work until o'clock in the evening, it's only... a little over yuan?

"Triple pay on holidays."

Perhaps he saw the obvious hesitation on my face, so the uncle continued to encourage me, "60 yuan an hour."

60 bucks an hour?!

If I work from now tonight...close to five hundred?

"Uh...Uncle, this is not about money."

Thinking about the large number of people coming and going at the comic convention, and how many visitors I would have to receive from morning to night, I resisted the temptation: "I..."

"You are very cute, so your salary will be doubled to 120 yuan an hour. You only need to work until pm. Meals are provided, and milk tea and drinks are directly reimbursed by the government. You can also eat as many snacks as you want here."

The uncle ignored my refusal, gestured to the various snacks and drinks on the shelves around the room, and continued to tempt me: "It's ten ten now, until six in the afternoon, eight hours, rounded up, one thousand yuan salary, how about it?"

One thousand dollars?!

"..."

When I heard the words "one thousand yuan salary", I felt like the hair on my head seemed to tremble.

"I do."

No. 053 Say three, two, one, one, two, three to me

Just like that, after signing the contract, I somehow became a staff member of the Yaedo Novels and Miguabao Light Novels booths on the second floor of the convention and exhibition center.

It cannot be said that these two booths are completely close to each other, but they are at least more than a hundred meters apart.

Near noon, the second floor of the exhibition center was full of people. Sitting in the Yaedo shop, I couldn’t see the situation at the Melon Bun booth opposite.

It is said that Editor Rabbit and their editor-in-chief are in charge of that side, while Elodie and I are in charge of this side.

"The prices are on the back of the books, and for peripherals and snacks, just look at the labels below."

"This kind of activity is usually used to promote the website, and there won't be many fools who come to buy physical books."

"You should familiarize yourself with the products first. I'll go check out the signing group."

Elodie, the young editor with twin ponytails, still had the lazy look of "Girl Lafite". Her big eyes, which should have been very lively, were only half open. She lay on the lazy chair, took out her mobile phone, swiped the screen, and then quickly clicked on the screen with both hands, as if she was replying to the message from the author group.

Seeing this, I almost reflexively took out my phone and clicked on Elodie's author group——

[Great! Yaedo is alive again, where's Elodie? Come out and receive the guests! I'm going to silence you for 30 days!]

[Is this true? Can my book be updated again? ]

[Merged into Honeydew Melon Bag? No! It's all 2D! 】

"..."

Swipe down twice, and Elodie's domineering speech appeared on the phone screen -

[You guys are all just hanging out in the group instead of writing, right? Are you guys who failed so hard and still feel proud? Look at the popular authors in the group, they never care what day of the week it is when they eat at KFC, but you guys have to be careful with your money to clean out the event stores when you smoke your wives.]

[The website will be launched tomorrow. From the day after tomorrow, full attendance will be counted. If you still want to write a book, save your manuscript now. If you don’t have enough hands, put the thing below up and type it! ]

[What's wrong with the second dimension? Huh? Do you look down on the number two? Don't you still have to use diversion 2 when watching pink software at one o'clock in the morning? ]

"..."

Good guy.

Seeing this, I quickly and calmly put away my phone.

Elodie...she is really two completely different people online and offline.

In real life, Elodie is like a good baby. Even now, when she is lying on a small chair with her mobile phone in hand and talking to readers in the group, her face is calm and there is no sign of any emotional fluctuations at all.

However, Elodie on the Internet is really a completely sharp-tongued queen - at least before meeting her, I could never imagine that my editor would be like this.

In comparison, my new editor “Rabbit” seems to be more suitable for the royal sister style, but she is quite gentle both online and offline.

Then again, I originally thought that helping to run the store at a comic convention was a very exhausting job, but I didn't expect it to be so easy?

Sitting on a small chair inside the shop, I looked at the crowd in front of the store and thought quietly in my heart.

The decoration of the Yaedo booth here has been trying very hard to be "otaku-friendly". Not only are there several paintings of busty beauties hanging overhead, but there is also a large portrait of Yaedo's poster girl "Miss Hina" next to the chairs for customers. In addition to novels, there are also various peripheral products, such as melon-wrapped poster girl fans, Miss Hina-style keyboards, mice, pillows, etc. However, half an hour has passed, and apart from a few couples and girls who noticed me watching the store inside and exclaimed "so cute", no one came to ask about the prices.

Rounding it off means I can earn a thousand dollars a day just by sitting there doing nothing?

Great.

While I was happy, I picked up a light novel next to me and opened it——

"Um, please don't touch me, okay?"

Tags: love, healing, lily.

It has a strong Japanese style and the writing seems to be quite good.

The overall layout of the No. 67 store of Yaedo is similar to that of a small roadside bookstall. There is a one-meter-high table in the front separating the customers from the shop assistants inside, and then there are books and peripherals everywhere. The counter is posted with payment codes and posters for website activities and essay competitions.

It seems that rather than selling things, they hope to attract some authors and readers through this comic exhibition, and it doesn’t matter whether the books can be sold or not.

My editor Elodie and I didn't feel crowded sitting inside, and the strong smell of books and new glue around us made us feel very happy.

"Would you like some milk tea, little cutie?"

We were silent for a while. Elodie stood up and stretched, then stuffed the Lilum pillow into my arms. "I'll go get a cup."

"what……"

I felt a little embarrassed: "I just...don't need it."

"Public funds, don't help them save money."

Elodie looked like she was still half asleep: "If you're worried about gaining weight, you can drink juice."

To be honest, fruit juice can also make you fat, as it's full of sugar water, while fruit also contains a lot of dietary fiber.

"Then I'd like a cup of milk tea."

Thinking it would be best not to reject the kindness of my “colleague” at this time, I could only smile and say, “Three parts sugar, regular milk tea will be fine.”

"Row."

Opening the small door next to her, Elodie bent down slightly and went out.

"You... hello..."