How rude, we are pure love!

"Hey, what are you doing now?"

"I just came out of the company, what's wrong?" The familiar voice made people feel at ease.

She just said:

"Come pick me up!"

Qingye was speechless for a while and did not ask any further questions. Not long after, a bicycle appeared in front of her.

Banai smiled and sat sideways in the back seat.

"set off!"

"Where?"

"Where there is no one. I want to sing loudly."

"It seems that Miss Banai is very happy today." Qingye smiled, stepped on the pedal, and headed towards the deserted and quiet road.

The soft street lights illuminated Ba Nai Jian.

The girl, contrary to her usual behavior, didn't say anything today, but just put her hands on his waist.

The night was hazy, the breeze was cool, the dark clouds covering the stars and the moon began to move, and light poured down through the gaps.

Ah, if it were now, I could probably say anything.

"Kyono-kun."

As soft as the night's call sounded softly.

"Ah."

"I……"

Deep down inside, I was shaking.

——It looked like a box.

There was a box hidden deep in her heart, and she locked it with various excuses, such as "I'm not good at studying", "I can't do it", "I'm just an ordinary person"...

Now, the box is shaking more and more violently.

She felt inexplicably excited, as if she would have to decide the future of two worlds in the next second.

"I……"

The scene I once imagined flashed away.

“I want to be an editor.”

The girl's lips parted slightly.

Words filled with heart floated into the night sky along with the wind.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon and stars twinkled together.

After saying this, it seemed as if some burning emotion surged up.

What was she so excited about? Maybe Qingye would be troubled by her unauthorized behavior, or maybe she wouldn't be able to get into a good university or become an editor...

But, none of this matters.

Even though she has no special skills and her academic performance is average, she still wants to face it seriously.

If she had no goals before, this was her new goal from now on.

She wanted to stand straight next to that person.

It doesn't matter if she fails. She is still young and will definitely continue to improve and achieve more in the future. In the end, she will become an editor that everyone will praise.

In fact, she knew that if she asked Qingye, he would definitely find a way to make her an editor as quickly as possible, but this was not what she wanted.

She wanted to be able to truly help him, to be able to stay by Qingye's side anytime and anywhere, to progress with him, and gradually build a bond that no one could break, and become a true community of shared destiny.

"I want to move forward. Even if I can't help you now, I will definitely be able to help you in the future." The girl said slowly.

"You've helped me enough." Qingye said softly.

At this moment, the vague ideal and reality are connected.

She seemed to have accidentally seen a picture of the future.

After deciding to become an editor, she continued to work hard for her studies and career. She read a lot of novels and was moved to tears by other people's stories; but her favorite was still his book.

She will have longer hair than she does now and her clothing will be more adult-style.

She would become the editor of that publishing house, and then, in the man's astonished eyes, she said playfully, "I will be your editor from now on."

The girl raised her head and smiled.

Under this distant night sky that I will recall one day.

She slowly stretched out her hand.

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065. The Invincible Old Eight [Three-in-One]

"So that's it, Mom and Dad, I want to be an editor!"

In the living room, Banaijian put one hand on his waist and shouted with full energy, so his old father put down the newspaper and his mother turned around from the kitchen. The air quietly became quiet and a heavy storm was brewing and sweeping.

Qingye, who was also at the center of the storm, couldn't help but speak:

"Wait? This is a Yanami family meeting, right? Why did they specifically drag me into this?"

"Aren't you also a member of the Yanami family?" The blue-haired girl turned her head and looked at him strangely.

—Don’t say such horrible things!

Qingye quietly sat at a distant position and watched the developments.

"Why do you suddenly want to be an editor?" the old father said slowly, his back straight, his face solemn, and he looked majestic without being angry. He looked like the pillar of the family.

As he spoke, he glanced at Qingye with an unfriendly look, obviously thinking that this wild boy had led his daughter astray... Well, it's not that he was a bad boy, the job of an editor was quite decent, but this boy definitely had ulterior motives!

The daughter becoming an editor meant that her contact time with the writer would greatly increase. She could come and go at any time, day or night. Moreover, this guy might even ask Xingcai to accompany him in role-playing under the pretext of writing articles...

"Because, as long as I become Qingye-kun's editor, I can easily get a promotion in the future!" The girl puffed out her chest.

Qingye's mouth twitched - this is indeed your real purpose!

The middle-aged man looked at his daughter deeply, as if he understood her true thoughts, and sighed slightly:

“Do you know the acceptance rate for editors?”

"...I've been looking up some information lately. If it's a large publishing house, they'd probably hire a few out of a thousand graduates, right?"

Banaijian whispered that in fact, when she saw this number, she inevitably felt frustrated and doubtful.

"If you fail in your job search, you're forced to work in the small editing studios that can be found everywhere in the city. The environment there isn't as good as you might imagine. Not only do you have to endure damp and cramped cubicles, heavy workloads, but you also have to pay a minimum wage that's barely enough to make ends meet."

The atmosphere gradually became solemn.

Generally speaking, most families in Tokyo are relatively open-minded about their children's future choices. Although there may be arguments and disagreements, they are only limited to careers, such as when parents want their children to become nine-to-five office workers, but the children become athletes instead.

If you already have a vision for your future in high school, your parents will rarely stop you - but editing is indeed a very difficult path to take. After all, there are only a few profitable publishing houses in Tokyo, and the requirements of those well-known companies are too demanding. For girls, it is wiser to change your future.

Banaijian seemed to be shocked by the reality described by his father and was silent for a moment.

She believed that her awareness had not wavered.

but.

She asked herself—she might have shouted slogans loudly and passionately, but did she really have the willpower to climb up step by step in such an environment without being defeated? This was no longer a simulation, but a real experience.

"Besides, how do you solve the academic problem? With Xingcai's grades, you probably won't be able to get into the school of your choice. In other words, if you don't change your goal, we will provide you with four years of tuition at a private university, including living expenses after graduation. Dad, I don't mind supporting my own wallet, but do you want to be a girl who still has to ask your family for money after graduation?"

The middle-aged man changed his usual gentle demeanor and every word he said was soul-stirring.

In the past, these were all said by the wife, but at this time, it is the man's responsibility to stand up and point out everything.

"...I can work myself." Banaijian could only say this dejectedly.

"There are indeed many outstanding people who can work part-time while ensuring their studies, but Xingcai is not such a smart child, right?"

The old father hit the nail on the head.

The blue-haired girl was speechless. She had the same opinion of herself. Not long ago, she even failed her studies because of working part-time...

"Honestly, if it's about getting closer to someone, I think being an actor or singer is more realistic than being an editor."

What, what does this mean! You idiot, Dad, are you implying that I'm an idiot who only has good looks?

Seeing his slender eyebrows raised high, Banai stood up and wanted to refute something, but finally sat down depressed.

…Father is right.

She is well aware of this.

Ah, I really should have prepared my excuse more carefully. It was really reckless to drag Qingye to meet my parents after making up my mind...

But, that's not right.

The passion burning in her heart was definitely not false. She was serious about becoming an editor and she wanted to catch up with the figure who was so far away from her. It was because of all this that she made the first major decision in her life that she truly made on her own.

It was Qingye who gave her the courage.

Even if you encounter unpleasant experiences, even if you feel discouraged.

even so--

She gritted her teeth.

“I want to be an editor too!”

The middle-aged man looked at her with interest, as if he had a bunch of cold reasons to attack her. At this moment, Qingye next to him sighed and finally chose to intervene.

"...Can I say something?"

Their gaze shifted.

Qingye-kun... Yanaijian breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she wanted to rely on herself to convince her parents. As long as he stayed by her side, she could muster up the courage. But for some reason, the moment she saw Qingye speak, she still felt an irrepressible joy.

"Huh, do you know the significance of joining this conversation?" The old father was a little dissatisfied.

"I am now the second son of the Yanai family." Qingye blinked.

"That's a quick change. That's not what you said just now."

"Men are very flexible creatures."

The two men were having an illogical conversation.

The atmosphere that had been created with great effort was disrupted. The old father frowned and put on a stern face:

"What do you want to say?"

Qingye turned his head and stared at Banaijian. His eyes were very gentle, as if filled with moonlight.

"—I'll leave my second novel in your care."

The boy grinned.

Thump, thump, thump—suddenly a violent heartbeat was heard.

You, you! This is really unfair!

Banaijian tightly grasped the hem of her skirt and stared at him with a complex, moist look in her eyes.

"Oh? Kiyono-kun, are you saying that you will use your privilege to help Xingna become an editor? That way, she can indeed make money easily."

The middle-aged man dragged out the last syllable meaningfully, deliberately misinterpreting his words.

Qingye shook his head and said slowly:

"That's not what I meant. What I meant was that I will wait for her until the day she becomes editor."

So, as long as you don't give up, we will be able to move forward together in the future.

My chest suddenly felt hot.