How rude, we are pure love!

Banaijian placed his hands behind his back and stared at him.

A gentle breeze blew from afar, ruffling the girl's hair and dress. In the goose-yellow light, Banaijian smiled brilliantly, and her voice, filled with a charming smile, was carried by the wind to the boy's ears.

"That's too much."

she knows.

Their brand new September has begun.

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ps: 5,000 words, give saki a monthly ticket meow! .

061.8K that 4K can't escape [2-in-1]

Recently, Kiyono's career has been developing quite well. The first volume of his light novel has just been released and is ranked at the top of the list, almost dominating it. At first glance, it seems that he has reached the peak of his life.

Although he has decided to go to school, Qingye does not need to rush into school. The most important thing at the moment is to improve his writing skills, find breakthroughs, and prepare for the future.

He plans to wait until next year to catch up with the new semester.

Besides, there really isn't enough time.

Are you going to write the second volume of the novel?

Should I write an outline?

Should we prepare for the future path to becoming a great writer?

Once you have finally acquired extraordinary talent, you must continue to work hard to hone it and allow it to release dazzling light and heat.

At this time, Qingye was huddled at home, facing the blank document on the computer, feeling something.

Slowly, he placed his fingers on the keyboard and typed the first line of text. Then he was silent for a moment, then he pressed the Enter key to delete everything. Finally, he scratched his head and let out a long sigh.

“Why do humans code?”

The feeling of burning oneself, giving it one's all and walking on thin ice, as if a knife maker was desperately tempering the blade, is no longer there.

He knows why.

He welcomed the dawn after the darkness. The pressure of survival that had been following him like a shadow disappeared, and he naturally felt more relaxed, just like a brave warrior returning to the royal capital after fighting a holy war.

This instinctive lazy mentality seemed to be the first difficulty he had to face.

but--

He still has goals he wants to achieve and a moon he wants to reach out to.

“I’m far from perfect.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, his mood calming down, and one word after another gradually filled up the blank document.

*

Write books, research.

Research and write books.

The scene flashed by rapidly.

In a trance, the feeling that the hands of time were sped up by God appeared again.

The image of myself furiously writing at my computer; the image of myself, frustrated and stuck, going for a walk and encountering a blue sea otter; the emotion of watching the leaves on the street gradually turn yellow and fall; the feeling of relief upon handing in the second volume...

In a blink of an eye, it is already the end of winter.

Tomorrow is the new year.

The streets are filled with Christmas trees decorated with colorful lights and workers wearing deer hats. The streets and alleys are filled with a relaxed laziness. Girls wearing scarves hold hands with boys and snuggle up to each other. The golden lights are like blooming fireworks, and even the traffic lights seem to slow down gently.

"It feels like... the progress is starting to speed up."

After buying supplies from the store, Qingye stopped and subconsciously picked up his phone to take a picture of the colorful lights on the street ahead, sighing softly.

He still remembers the details of this period and every word he wrote, but he can clearly feel the different speeds of time flowing. Is this simulated world about to end?

He shook his head and returned to his cabin carrying the full plastic bag.

Humans are easily influenced by the surrounding atmosphere. The more lively the scene, the more lonely they feel. In the deserted rental house, Qingye lay on the sofa, picked up his mobile phone and silently looked at the time.

--boom.

The first firework of the New Year lit up the night sky, and the bright light shone through the floor-to-ceiling window, illuminating the boy's face.

It is 0:00 now.

Qingye, who had already opened the chat box and prepared the message, pressed the send button.

"Happy New Year, Lao Ba."

"Happy New Year, idiot!"

The two messages are displayed synchronously on the phone.

This guy... Qingye smiled unconsciously and sent the photo he had just taken.

"The girl who doesn't like food: Ah, I've been wanting to go to this place today! Sorry..."

"Pure Love Warrior: Why apologize?"

"The girl who doesn't like to eat: I have to celebrate New Year's Eve with my parents tonight, so I can't be with you. It must be lonely, right?"

"Pure Love Warrior: I'm thinking about the third volume and the money-making anime. How could I, a successful person making a fortune, care about this?"

"The Girl Who Doesn't Like Food: So...would you like to go to the New Year's Shrine with me, Mom and Dad tomorrow?"

*

So, I came to visit the New Year's Shrine.

He didn't believe in this - believing in Japanese gods is not as good as believing in Tongzi, but Yanai saw that the family took good care of him, and since she had asked him to do so, he would definitely come this time.

“There are so many people…”

The shrine is always bustling on January 1st. Early in the morning, people from nearby come to pay their first visit of the new year, which is called Hatsumode.

The streets within the shrine are lined with colorful stalls selling grilled rice cakes, fried foods, sweet sake, toys... The streets are crowded with people, a young couple is holding their children's hands, and the girl in a kimono and wooden clogs has a gentle expression.

Qingye stood under an iconic stone statue and waited silently...By the way, does it feel weird to celebrate the New Year with Lao Ba's family?

Da, da, da, da.

The recognizable sound of footsteps rang out, finally stopping in front of him.

Qingye looked up as if he sensed something.

The bright blue color came into view.

Banaijian's outfit today gives people a cute feeling. She is wearing a light yellow coat, and a shirt inside the coat that is slightly darker than the coat. Her soft blue hair is draped over her shoulders like layers of clouds, and she has a little rabbit-like earmuff on her ears. The whole thing exudes the freshness of a girl.

He didn't know if his eyes were blurry, but he always felt that the corners of Ba Nai Jian's eyes were redder than usual, as if she had put on light makeup.

Of course, the most representative of her style is the paper cup in her hand, which contains fried chicken nuggets with sauce.

"Where are my uncle and aunt?" Qingye looked around.

"When I went shopping, no, I accidentally got lost, so I came here first!" The girl avoided his gaze and raised the paper cup in her hand as if to cover up.

"Really..." Qingye was skeptical.

"Here, it's too troublesome to meet up with them now. Let's go first!" Banaijian gave him a string of fried chicken nuggets.

Qingye nodded. To be honest, he was relieved that he didn't meet Lao Ba's parents.

Knock, knock.

A girl in wooden clogs passed by them, and Yanai saw her eyes linger on the kimono on her, revealing a subtle envy. In fact, she had originally wanted to wear a kimono, but...

The two of them walked slowly up the steps of the shrine, just like most men and women.

On both sides of the approach road covered with light snow, red knots are hung on century-old cedar trees. Under the vermilion shrine, shrine maidens in red and white robes hold paulownia branches and sprinkle water.

"It feels like this year has passed so quickly." Banaijian subconsciously slowed down his pace.

"Yes."

"When will Kiyono-kun come to school?"

"Maybe in two months. I'm busy with the third volume and the animation."

They crossed the last step and entered the shrine's territory.

There is a specific and rigorous process for visiting a shrine, but most people just go through the motions, washing their hands in the "hand water pavilion," walking to the front of the shrine, inserting a five-yen coin, and ringing the bell to pay their respects.

The two stood side by side in front of the donation box. Banaijian took out a five-yen coin from his pocket and quietly placed it diagonally above Qingye's copper coin.

"What wish would Qingye-kun make?" she asked with her head tilted.

"I won't tell you yet." Qingye smiled.

"Hmm... I'll make a wish that I can come to the shrine with Kiyono-kun like this next year and in the future. If I come to the shrine every year, the god will surely grant my wish, right?"

The girl smiled, her eyes and eyebrows were picturesque.

"Don't you have a saying here that says it won't work if you say it out loud?"

Qingye coughed and dropped the coin.

At this moment, Hanaijian threw down a five-yen coin at the same time. The coin drew a perfect parabola in the air and hit the one he threw. The coins fell down with a crisp sound.

Qingye turned his head in confusion, not knowing what the girl was trying to do. She had been quite pious before!

Then, Banaijian moved closer to him, gently tiptoed, and the soft fragrance and moist and gentle voice sounded in his ears.

"This way, the gods will tie our wishes together."

Under the majestic vermilion eaves, the girl's red lips, which were lightly smeared with lip balm, looked a little rosy, and even the breath she exhaled was faintly fragrant, which made the boy's ears slowly turn red, and the crisp vibration of the bell was like a heartbeat.

*

Next, he gave Ba Naijian's parents the New Year gifts he had prepared in advance - not the cheap stuff from last time, but genuine and good stuff worth the money. After making a white lie and letting the family accept it, he returned home, lay on the sofa and started playing with his mobile phone.

"Happy New Year, Teacher Dongyue." There were many blessing messages on his mobile phone, from editors, fans, and older sisters, and he replied to them one by one.

And one of the messages caught his interest.

"Sunny and cheerful girl: Teacher Fuyutsuki, I've finished writing my first volume. Would you be willing to take a look at it for me? It's totally fine if you don't read it. After all, it's just garbage written by a newbie like me..."

This is the person who was suspected to be Xiaoju at the beginning... or ninety percent of the time, he is a fan of Xiaoju.

In the past two or three months, the girl finally plucked up the courage and decided to submit a manuscript to the library he belonged to. He did not dislike this reckless action made out of admiration for someone.

Qingye only replied with two words.

Send quickly.

He made a cup of coffee and watched the other person's work intently.

The result was beyond his expectation - the viewing experience was unexpected. The story is about a gloomy and autistic high school boy who is gradually attracted to a sunny and passionate girl in the same class, and how they gradually become better and redeem each other.

The overall tendency is to describe ordinary daily life with a unique girl's sensibility, and then replace it with delicate words, which is in line with Xiaoju's delicate mind.

"Such rapid progress..."

Qingye muttered to himself. The first edition of the light novel that the girl had sent him was actually the ubiquitous harem in another world, filled with all the fantasies that high school students should have. At most, the writing and emotional descriptions were good, but after the two discussed it several times, she quickly changed her style.

She means it.

Qingye confirmed this again.

"Pure Love Warrior: Rather than judging it as good or bad, I'd rather just say this: this is exactly the novel you should be writing. Do you want me to help you contact an editor? I quite like it."

——Because chatting on the website was too troublesome, Qingye simply added her LINE and didn't even bother to hide it.

"Sunny and cheerful girl: No, don't... I want to catch up with you on my own. If I'm eliminated, I'll just write it again."