How rude, we are pure love!

He picked up the chopsticks and chewed slowly, savoring the taste of the food.

——Of course, half of the cake was given to Banaijian.

After finishing the special dinner, Qingye took a sip of water - the cup was actually brought by Yanaijian. He tilted his head and saw the girl standing beside him, watching the TV in front of her intently.

Only after Qingye withdrew his gaze did the girl feel at ease to observe him out of the corner of her eye.

Banaijian bit his lip, put one hand behind his back, and rubbed his fingers against the soft fabric for the third time.

How should I send this out?

Stuffed it into his pocket at lightning speed?

This seems too casual.

Just give it to him directly and openly?

This is a bit shameful.

Banaijian stared at Qingye, constantly adjusting the angle with a serious look, until she saw Qingye looking at her strangely.

"Ms. Hanaijian? What are you doing?"

"No, it's okay!"

The sudden sound made the girl's hand tremble slightly, and the cloth bag in her hand fell to the ground silently. She squatted down in a hurry -

Suddenly, the whole room was plunged into darkness as the power went out.

"Hmm, it seems like the power went off. Don't move, I'll go see what's going on."

The blue-haired beauty's distressed voice and footsteps were fading away.

At this moment, Banaijian's nails dug into the felt.

Qingye turned his head and wanted to make a joke with the girl, but he was stunned.

Eyes gleamed in the darkness.

The lake and the stars were reflected in those eyes.

"Qingye-kun, you are not allowed to look!"

The sound of fabric rubbing mixed with the rustling of clothes, and the girl's breath was suddenly close at hand. Perhaps because the vision was blocked by the darkness, other senses suddenly became sensitive, and I could feel the girl's warm breath hitting my face.

"this is for you."

Her raised wrist was trembling slightly, and she seemed to hear the thumping of her own heart. The sweat from her palm soaked the edge of the cloth bag, and her voice, pretending to be calm, rang softly in the darkness.

"This is extra stuff from Home Economics..."

Their palms touched, and something furry was stuffed into his palm.

With a click, the fluorescent light came back on. Then, the blue-haired girl quickly turned around and returned to her room without saying a word. She closed the door tightly, leaving Qingye and the blue-haired beauty looking at each other in bewilderment.

*

"This is……"

Qingye walked out of Hanaijian's house, gently spread out his palms and narrowed his eyes.

The bright moonlight illuminated a felt amulet with an embroidered Shiba Inu grinning at him, the edge of the ribbon slipping out of his palm.

He turned the amulet over.

The words "Must Win" are written on the back.

He suddenly remembered the tiny blood scab on the girl's index finger joint when his ten fingers touched just now, as well as the rough touch of the Band-Aid.

The name of the book I saw that day seemed to be:

Introduction to Handcrafting.

...

ps: Sorry for the late update.

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032. Ba Nai saw his sister patting his head (3k5)

Kiyono was awakened by a start. He dreamed that his light novel was a huge success, with sales exploding. His headlines were advertised in Times Square in the United States. Then the scene changed and he was in the newspaper again - the headline read in bold font "Disgraced! Reiwa's most innocent writer had affairs with multiple women..." followed by a shot of Yanami pointing a knife at himself.

"What a mess..."

Qingye scratched his hair, looking speechless.

However, after waking up from the dream today, my mind became extremely clear, my vision was clear and distinct, and the air was as quiet as the beginning of summer.

Qingye jumped up from the worn mattress, turned on the computer, and repeatedly confirmed the document information.

"Yeah, no problem."

Qingye muttered to himself, then opened the chat interface with "Xue" again - the latest message showed that it was 2:30 in the morning. It seemed a bit unfair to this guy who had a healthy sleep schedule...

He entered text in the dialog box.

"Thank you for your guidance. I will submit my work to Dengeki Bunko today."

"Really? I wish you success."

It was a quick reply! ?

Kiyono smiled, turned off his computer, put on his shoes, and the metal hinges groaned rustily as he took his toiletry bag from his locker.

The public bathroom at the end of the corridor always had the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the water heater indicator light hadn't been on for a month. After brushing his teeth with his own toiletries, he drank half a bottle of mineral water in one gulp.

Qingye took out the backpack from the locker again, carefully put the amulet given by Yanaijian into his pocket, and walked out of the Internet cafe.

The moment I pushed open the glass door, the warm breeze mixed with the electronic sounds of the nearby pachinko parlor, and the idols on the big screen on the high-rise building showed their energetic smiles in the morning dew.

Qingye took a deep breath and got on his bike.

*

After the bell rang for the second get out of class, Shaoyan Lemon, who had slept for the whole class, stretched. Her beautiful curves attracted the silent gazes of the boys around her. She stood up and walked to the side of Banaijian's seat, ready to chat with her.

But something seems to be wrong with Bananai today?

Shaoyan Lemon sat on Hanaijian's desk and tilted her head - the blue-haired girl in front of her was sometimes serious, sometimes distracted, and would unconsciously take out her cell phone, look at it for a while, then sigh and put it away, as if she had a car accident with an acquaintance and she was struggling with whether to ask for leave to see a doctor.

"What's wrong, Banana?" Shaoyan Lemon asked curiously.

"...It's nothing, I'm just a little worried about you, young senior."

Banaijian came back to her senses and gave a brief explanation - but out of a little selfishness, she did not tell the other party about Qingye's submission.

...What is Qingye-kun doing, she thought inadvertently in her heart.

Did he check his manuscript carefully? Did he have a good breakfast? Does he know the way?

Today is a special day for Qingye.

And she also felt this mood.

In fact, she wanted to accompany Qingye, but unfortunately she had to go to school today, and she felt a little embarrassed because of what happened yesterday.

Ba Nai Jian rested one hand on his chin and tilted his head to look out the window, his azure eyes reflecting the equally bright blue sky.

I really want school to end soon...

*

Qingye bought two salty rice balls and a meat bun at a convenience store and quickly finished his breakfast. While eating, he typed the manuscript onto manuscript paper at the convenience store.

Originally he wanted to send it via email, but this time the Dengeki Bunko review was equivalent to the last special channel in spring, which required physical submission, so he had to print out the document.

But it's really expensive! The typical manuscript submission format is "400 words x 60," meaning 400 words per page. That means you'll need to print about 60 pages of paper. That's enough for a good meal!

Qingye muttered inwardly, picked up the stack of manuscript paper, and with the help of the clerk, put it into gray kraft paper and marked it with the words "Newcomer Award".

"The next step is mailing... Never mind, the postage is too expensive, I'd better go there myself."

Qingye calculated the distance and price between the two and found that it would be more cost-effective to go by bike, so he simply put the brown paper bag in the basket and stepped on the pedals.

The cherry blossoms on the roadside have turned into green leaves.

Riding on the late spring breeze, Qingye gradually broke into the lead-gray buildings of Tokyo. In the crowd, he was like a small gear, embedded in this huge city.

However, Tokyo's new cog got stuck just halfway through - he forgot that he didn't have a mobile phone and couldn't use navigation, and now he was lost halfway through!

But it's not a big problem.

because……

"Hello, beautiful sister, may I know how to get to Dengeki Bunko?"

Qingye stopped the car, smiled refreshingly, and asked softly a capable and strong woman on the street.

Hearing the call, the woman in the black suit frowned subconsciously and looked over with a serious expression. But the moment she saw Qingye's face, the ice and snow melted and spring returned to the earth.

She just looked at the boy carefully twice, and she felt very comfortable in her heart. The voice was so gentle that even she was unfamiliar with it.

"Turn right ahead, go straight, and then..."

The woman felt that verbal instructions were too much trouble, so she simply took out a pen and paper from her bag and quickly drew a simple map for him. "Just follow this route."

"Thank you so much."

Qingye's smile brightened even more, and he took the map handed to him by the other party with both hands.

"Let's charge!"

Under the woman's lingering gaze, Qingye walked in the opposite direction.

"If the editor is an older woman..."

He couldn't help but think about it, but unfortunately, he was not qualified to talk to the editor before the manuscript was approved.

Half an hour later.

"This is the library company, right?"

Qingye parked his bicycle aside and looked up.

What appears before your eyes is a building full of modern style. Its exterior uses a combination of glass curtain walls and metal frames, with simple and neat lines.

On the outer wall of the company's entrance, various posters of its popular works are displayed, which is directly a two-dimensional ecstasy.

If it is successfully published...will his workplace be changed to here in the future?

At this moment, even Qingye couldn't help but fall into fantasy, his mood fluctuating.

He took a deep breath and stepped through the door.

When he walked into the library, the first thing that caught his eye was a wall displaying works: the wall was covered with cover illustrations of best-selling books over the years, each with its own signature, and many of them were light novels that he had just read recently.

Qingye continued walking forward. The editors' workstations were neatly arranged in the open office area, but the desks were not neat at all - manuscripts, sample books and peripheral products were piled together haphazardly, and the computer screen closest to him displayed the light novel document awaiting review.

The sound of fierce arguments shook my eardrums, some were about urging for submissions, some were about quarrels.

It was like another world. He had this feeling for some reason.

Shiny, bright, and moving, as if it was only one step away from him.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" A staff member with an ID card around his neck called out to him.

"Hello, I'm here to submit my work for the Spring Newcomer Award."

Qingye's tone was steady.

"Ah, just leave the manuscript over there. If you don't send it by courier, you can come to the company to check the results in three days."

The unshaven staff member nodded in understanding, then pointed in a direction. Qingye looked in the direction and saw an examination room at the end of his sight. Through the transparent glass, he could see brown paper piled up almost all over the table.