Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

At this moment, they acted like two waiters, one busy pouring tea and the other busy serving snacks, with incredibly warm smiles on their faces.

"Teacher, regarding the publication plan for the second volume of 'A Certain Magical Index,' our editorial department has worked overnight to prepare several proposals, and we would like to hear your opinion." Ryuji Aida respectfully placed a document in front of Seiji Fujiwara.

Seiji Fujiwara took the manuscript, glanced at it, and chuckled, "I'll give you the manuscript for volume two next month. I won't interfere with the publicity."

"Of course! Of course!" Ryuji Aida nodded repeatedly with a smile. "Everything is for your sake, teacher! We will absolutely not disturb you!"

Seeing an opportunity, Machida Sonoko tentatively asked, "Um... teacher, the readers' enthusiasm is really high right now, and we were thinking... could we strike while the iron is hot and hold a book signing for you?"

This is a dream honor and opportunity for any writer.

It can greatly increase popularity, stimulate sales, and attract fans.

However, Seiji Fujiwara refused without hesitation: "No interest, too much trouble."

joke!

He submits his work to enjoy life, not to be treated like a beast of burden anymore.

At every book signing event, which author isn't so exhausted that they can barely lift their arms?

Machida Sonoko showed no embarrassment despite being rejected. Editor-in-Chief Aida immediately smoothed things over with a smile: "Of course, of course! Everything is up to the teacher's wishes! We respect all your decisions!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat to the side, taking in all of this.

She was secretly amazed.

Indeed, when your talent and value reach a certain level...

All the rules will make way for you.

What you call "individuality" will be interpreted as "masterful demeanor".

What you call "laziness" will be interpreted as "focusing on creation".

What you call "rudeness" will be interpreted as "not paying attention to details".

Because you are the rule itself.

'Don't I also submit to this bastard?' Shiyu thought with mixed feelings.

……

……

sunset.

In a simple single apartment.

The monthly rent is less than 100,000, and the location is decent.

The atmosphere in the living room was heavy.

Mrs. Kasumigaoka sat on the sofa, her face pale and weary.

Several middle-aged people with different expressions were sitting around in front of them; they were relatives of the Kasumigaoka family.

There was no arguing, no harsh words exchanged, only a deep silence.

In the end, it was Utaha's aunt, Haruko Kasumigaoka, who spoke first.

Her voice carried a hint of weariness and anxiety.

“Sister-in-law,” she looked at Mrs. Kasumigaoka, her eyes darting away with a complicated expression, “you…please take care of yourself. We heard you were hospitalized again, and we were all quite worried.”

After a polite opening remark, the room fell silent once again.

Another uncle, who looked honest and unassuming, sighed and took over the conversation: "Yes, sister-in-law. We just had no other choice but to come today."

Harukoka Kasumigaoka seemed to be encouraged by these words and decided to speak frankly.

“Sister-in-law, it’s not that we’re heartless. When my eldest brother (Shiyu’s father) had his accident, you said you needed to borrow money for his medical treatment, and our families pooled all our savings without hesitation. But now… you’ve fallen ill too.”

She paused, her tone complex, tinged with apology.

“We are just an ordinary family with elderly parents and young children. That amount of money is not a small sum for us.”

The implication is.

What will they do if something happens to you and no one pays back the money?

A relative nearby chimed in quietly, "Yes, my son is about to go to college, and I was counting on that money..."

University fees in Japan are very high.

"We're not here to force you, really,"

Haruko Kasumigaoka quickly explained, seemingly also feeling that it was inappropriate to mention money in front of the patient, but since the matter had already been brought up, she could only bite the bullet and continue.

"We just want to ask... do you think there's any way to return it to us first? Even just a portion would be helpful, so we can have some peace of mind..."

Their words were not harsh; they even carried a hint of pleading and embarrassment.

They are relatives after all.

But faced with the pressures of reality, even relatives had no choice.

Lady Kasumigaoka listened to their words without refuting them, nor did she have the strength to do so.

She slowly closed her eyes and sighed.

a long time.

Lady Kasumigaoka opened her dull eyes and said to them, "I understand. Give me some time."

Upon hearing this, the relatives all breathed a sigh of relief, and their tone softened considerably.

"Of course! We're not in a hurry!"

"Yes, sister-in-law, you should take care of yourself and get some rest."

"Um, I have something to do at home."

"I just remembered, I should go back and cook."

"Excuse me, I must take my leave now."

After receiving the reply, the group fled as if their lives depended on it.

Lady Kasumigaoka calmly watched them leave.

The house returned to silence.

“Shiyu…” Her eyes flickered as she took out her phone, her expression struggling for a long time.

In the end, Mrs. Kasumigaoka felt guilty and found her daughter's number, sending her a text message.

[Shiyu, I need to talk to you about something. Call me.]

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Chapter Thirty-One: Thirty Million, My Eternal Lover

After leaving the River of Immortality, I returned to my apartment.

Seiji Fujiwara took a shower after sweating.

Shi Yu sat on the sofa, took out her phone and glanced at it, and found an unread text message.

She opened it and found it was a text message from her mother.

The text message made her uneasy—[Shiyu, I need to talk to you about something. Call me.]

She glanced instinctively toward the bathroom; behind the frosted glass door, water was gushing, and Fujiwara Seiji's figure was blurry.

I thought about it.

Shiyu picked up her phone, went to the balcony, and dialed her mother's number back.

"Du...du..."

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Shiyu." The mother's voice was hoarse and tired on the other end of the phone.

"Mom, what's wrong? Your voice sounds terrible." Shi Yu's heart sank.

“I…I’m so sorry, Shiyu…” Mrs. Kasumigaoka said, her voice filled with deep remorse. “Today…your aunt and your uncle are here.”

Shiyu's heart skipped a beat.

"What did they say?"

"They..." Mrs. Kasumigaoka explained with difficulty, "They are afraid that if something happens to me, the money they borrowed will be lost, so they want me to pay it back first."

Shi Yu's breath hitched.

The debt incurred after my father's car accident, the subsequent medical treatment and compensation, and my mother's serious illness and hospitalization, along with the money borrowed from relatives, had already become a huge debt.

"...In total, how much is owed?" she asked, taking a deep breath and forcing herself to remain calm.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

Thirty million yen.

boom!

This number, like a heavy mountain, weighed heavily on Shi Yu's heart.

thirty million!

What is that concept?

For a high school student, it's an enormous sum that can never be repaid.

Even graduates from top universities have to be over thirty years old to earn a multi-million dollar annual salary, and that's just the annual salary.

After deducting expenses, being able to save three million a year is considered pretty good.

This calculation is based on the assumption that the person is single!

If you have a family, the expenses will be even greater, and you won't be able to save more than 30 million every 20 years!

"Mom, don't cry," Shiyu said with difficulty, biting her lip. "It's okay, I'll figure out how to handle the money."

"But……"

"I'll figure something out! You just need to focus on getting better! Trust me!"

Shiyu deliberately used a firm tone to reassure her mother.

In reality, both mother and daughter knew where the money came from.

Before hanging up, she gave several more instructions before finally ending the exhausting call.

At this time.

A figure stepped onto the balcony.

Shiyu turned around and saw that Fujiwara Seiji had finished showering sometime earlier. He was leaning against the door frame, watching her with a leisurely air.

"Thirty million yen?"

He smiled and said that he had just overheard some of the conversation.

Shi Yu's body suddenly stiffened.

He heard it.

“I can provide it,” Fujiwara Seiji said with a smile. “However, the previous contract needs to be amended.”

Shi Yu's expression changed slightly, her beautiful wine-red eyes filled with vigilance: "How should I change it?"

"Not bad, how about becoming my lover forever?" Fujiwara Seiji walked towards her step by step, and with each step closer, the pressure on Shiyu increased.

Upon hearing this, Shi Yu remained unusually calm and said, "If I accept your 30 million, plus the previous medical expenses... I'm afraid I'll never be able to pay it back in this lifetime."

"Why should I pay it back?" Seiji Fujiwara raised an eyebrow with interest, stopped in front of her, and looked down at her.

"Wouldn't it be enough if you just let me be your lover for life?"

Shiyu slowly shook her head, her tone firm: "I never wanted to be a caged bird for the rest of my life!"

"Oh?" Seiji Fujiwara's lips curled into a playful smile. "What about the thirty million?"