How rude, we are pure love!

Yanaijian picked up the chocolate bar that Qingye had thrown on her skirt, put it in her mouth, and scrolled the mouse. "There are some minor errors in the details of the campus and clubs here. Most high schools don't have such a layout. Did you look up the information recently?"

Qingye looked a little embarrassed. She was right. He had never been a Japanese high school student in his two lifetimes. He could only use the great search engine.

"What details are wrong?" he asked humbly.

The blue-haired girl wanted to write it down for him, but after trying to write a few words, she gave up decisively and stood up to dictate. Qingye sat on the chair she had just sat on and turned her words into words.

"The prose-like sentences here on the riverbank are so beautiful! I had to read them several times before I understood their meaning."

Banaijian was standing next to him controlling the mouse, and a strand of hair fell on his arm, making him feel a little itchy.

"That's because you're an idiot. Isn't it also a kind of reading enjoyment to try to think about the meaning behind the metaphor?" Qingye crossed his arms.

Although it was just a casual discussion, he was surprised to find that the girl was indeed giving advice seriously.

"The first half seems like an ordinary school story. Isn't the hero a death god? Can you make it a little more romantic? Like, flying through the night sky with the heroine in his arms!"

"That's a vampire..."

The girl's words were full of strong personal emotions, some of which were praise for the exquisiteness of the story, and some of which were complaints about the character settings. This outsider's evaluation of the overall picture of the story inspired Qingye.

"I always feel that there are some similarities between Qingye-kun and this Mr. Death."

"where?"

Yanai saw a slender finger pressed against her cherry lips, her smile carrying a hint of mischievous teasing——

"For example, stubbornness, clumsiness, wanting to solve everything on my own, and being duplicity."

"Hey! You just want to take this opportunity to discredit me!" Qingye slammed the table in dissatisfaction.

Banai suddenly leaned forward slightly, her blue eyes staring at him, and her smile gradually softened.

A moist sound rang in my ears.

"But it's also gentle."

"..."

Qingye looked away somewhat uncomfortably. What was going on with this sea otter?

Yanai saw that nature naturally changed the subject, "By the way, have you read that novel that won the Rookie of the Year Award a while ago? It was announced that it would be animated after only one volume, and everyone in our class is talking about it."

"Hmm? That book about the hero's death, right? I've finished reading it." Qingye took the chocolate bar handed to him by Yanaijian.

"That book is so good! Especially the love story with the childhood sweetheart princess mixed in with the epic..."

"I think it's great, too. The story structure is incredibly solid, and the suspense is brilliant. It's worthy of being the top newcomer. However, I think the storyline about the childhood sweetheart princess is a bit redundant. Compared to the childhood sweetheart, I prefer the scheming saint."

Qingye finished her off without any emotion.

The childhood sweetheart immediately exploded, shaking his shoulders back and forth, "Idiot! That part was well written! How could it be redundant?"

Their discussions would occasionally stray into gossip, favorite novels, TV shows, and comics, and the conversations were almost the same as their usual small talk.

But there is still a difference, Ba Nai Jian thought.

She couldn't quite describe the feeling, but she could sense that she now understood Kiyono more deeply than usual—she could understand the development of Kiyono's favorite stories, the type of heroines he liked, his heart-warming daily moments, and so on.

Maybe this is because Qingye is talking to her from the perspective of a creator?

——Of course, she can now understand Qingye's preferences and quirks, and the same is true in reverse.

"You're a hopeless childhood sweetheart. Childhood sweethearts are a thing of the past. How about trying to throw yourself into the arms of the "Heaven-Falling Party," Miss Hanaijian?"

Qingye chuckled.

"In reality, there won't be any beautiful, cold, righteous, rich, high-class beauty with long black hair who will meet you. Please stop fantasizing about this, Senior Qingye!"

Ba Nai saw a look of pity on his face.

The two looked at each other, snorted coldly at the same time, and turned their faces away.

After the usual commotion, Qingye stood up and stretched his body, praising, "You might be suitable for being an editor, Miss Yanaijian."

Banai saw that the advice she had just given was more pertinent and useful than that of most readers. This was considering that she had not read many two-dimensional works. He thought it was already very impressive - this might be related to her generous yet delicate personality.

"Modeling is obviously more suitable for me than editing."

Banaijian rolled his eyes, then turned around, trying to show off his body curves.

"Model?" Qingye raised an eyebrow, his eyes fixed on Hanaijian's waistline—or rather, his belly—with a curious look. "If you want to be a model, the first thing you need to do is quit snacking."

"Then it seems that I can only become a star!"

Lightspeed gave up.

Qingye smiled and walked to the window. The bright moon hung high in the night sky, as if he could touch it with his hand.

The cherry blossoms have long since faded, the green has deepened, and the air is already filled with the scent of summer.

There are still four days left until submission.

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ps: 4,000 words! (hint

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027. Black tea, sticky notes

Qingye stared at the document on the laptop and rubbed his hot eyes. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the cover of the novel, and dust floated in the beam of light.

"It's so bitter..." He picked up the can beside him and poured the last sip of coffee into his mouth. The bitter taste made his face wrinkle.

He went to bed very late these past two days and still had to work during the day, so in order to stay alert, he had to rely on external forces.

After a short rest, Qingye continued to bury his head in revisions. However, when he moved the document to the paragraph that Banaijian mentioned yesterday, he was inexplicably distracted and thought of the girl's "dream" yesterday.

His primary purpose in writing light novels was of course to make money and hone his skills, an absolutely utilitarian idea, but now suddenly there is only one thing left in his life. He has forgotten to eat and is going all out as if walking on thin ice, while at the same time he is worried, as if he is facing a trial.

If it was just for the money, it should be easier.

"This should be... the feeling of working towards a goal?" Qingye frowned.

Just like athletes practicing day and night for a big competition, or students staying up late to study for the college entrance examination, maybe it was for the limelight and scores at the beginning, but at the final moment, it is not just for these. All kinds of emotions have become entangled and become a simple thought.

Want to succeed.

So I can endure loneliness, work hard, and burn.

That's the feeling.

Qingye let out a light breath, turned his feelings at the moment into words, engraved them on another world, and prayed that one day it could be conveyed to someone, even a little bit, hoping to guide them towards the light.

The feeling is coming!

Qingye subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to pick up the coffee drink to recharge and continue working, but he grabbed nothing. The next second, a slight collision sound rang in his ears.

He looked up in confusion. A cup of steaming black tea had appeared on the table in front of him. Water droplets condensed on the surface were sliding down along the cartoon Shiba Inu sticker - this was Yanaijian's cup.

Qingye stood up and saw only a flash of blue hair passing by the door of the lounge.

"This guy……"

He realized something, raised his water glass, rubbed it gently with his fingers, and the smile on his face softened.

Although Banaijian was a bit greedy and guarded her food, she was indeed a good girl, even a good girlfriend. She would silently support her as she worked hard to climb to the top of the mountain, and would give her a hug when she was frustrated or tired... Don't think about it! This is too despicable!

Qingye quickly stopped the dangerous thoughts in his mind and sat down with the water cup, but at this moment, his fingers seemed to touch something slightly hard.

He uttered a soft "huh" and turned the cup over. Then, he saw a pink sticky note stuck on the cup. He took it off and took a look -

"Qingye-kun's eyes are three times redder than yesterday. You should pay more attention to your health!"

The handwriting was unexpectedly beautiful. At the end of the sentence, there was a picture of a spectacled rabbit holding a sign with the word "Win" written on it in a funny way. At this time, the sunlight happened to shine through the window, and the handwriting and the rabbit seemed to be shining.

Qingye was stunned. He stared at the handwriting on it. After a while, he silently put the note away.

He just felt his lips were dry and wanted to drink water, so he brought the cup to his mouth - wait! This seems to be the water cup that Banai saw!

In other words, indirectly.

Qingye suddenly woke up and stopped abruptly when the cup of water was about to touch his lips.

So why use your own cup?! Even being careless has its limits! Just use mine... mine... He glanced around the table, but didn't see the familiar cup. It occurred to him that he'd only had soft drinks and tap water today, and the cup was still lying quietly in his backpack.

...You can’t blame Ba Nai for this.

She didn't mean it either.

Qingye's gaze returned to the cup, his expression conflicted.

Ba Nai saw a used water cup...

Perhaps it was the girl's behavior just now that had entered his heart. He could not help but imagine the charming way that Ba Nai Jian usually drank water. The girl's cherry lips were always moist and shiny, and then her lips slightly opened to make contact with the water cup. And now he had to use the same position...

This is wrong!

Qingye's mouth twitched, and he felt ashamed of the unclean thoughts in his mind. He quickly pushed the cup away, but when he thought about it carefully, Banaijian often washed the cup and had washed it in front of him yesterday. It seemed that there was no need to be so serious... After all, they often ate snacks together.

No, no! Still no!

"What are you doing here?"

A sweet voice came over. Banaijian was standing at the door, watching Qingye stretching out his claws towards the cup like a cat and then quickly retracting them, with a subtle look on his face.

"fine."

After seeing the real person, Qingye coughed and completely regained his composure. With a sage-like calm smile on his face, he took out his water cup from his backpack and poured all the black tea in Hanaijian's cup into it.

When Banai saw his actions, he realized something and the tips of his ears turned red silently.

"I didn't prepare this specially for you, humph!"

She folded her arms across her chest and turned her face away, as if imitating a tsundere heroine.

However, before Qingye could complain, he laughed instead.

"This is the buy-one-get-one-free tea bag from the convenience store. I happened to have some extra, so I made one for you!" She blinked.

——It looks like the truth.

"is it?"

Qingye was not surprised at all by Banaijian's style, but... he glanced into the water cup unconsciously and felt a little confused.

There's no tea bag in it?

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ps: It’s so noisy during the day, I’ll try hard to write another chapter!

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028. Blushing, Xue

"By the way, why are you still here at this hour?"

Qingye took a sip of black tea and asked curiously, it was Saturday afternoon and rest time. If it were in the past, Banaijian would have gone out to eat a lot.

"This, this..."

The blue-haired girl's eyes wandered for a moment, and she answered confidently, "It's to complete the homework for next week's home economics class! After all, the store has a full range of tools!"

"This isn't a tailor shop..."

After complaining, Qingye saw that Banai was holding several balls of wool in her arms, and there was a book with an unclear name on the table. She was really learning to knit something.

From his perspective, the girl sat quietly at the table, her head slightly lowered, sewing needle passing through the felt, like a virtuous and elegant girl - even the way she occasionally flipped through the book and scratched her head was beautiful.

Qingye smiled and turned his attention to his work.

Snap, clatter, gurgle.