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

When faced with the fear of personal safety, saving face becomes unimportant!

He hung up the phone with trembling hands, immediately logged into his social media account, and wrote an apology letter.

Osamu Ohno's apology letter

To all readers who love A Certain Magical Index and to Seiji Fujiwara:

I offer my deepest apologies for my previous remarks.

Driven by momentary jealousy and shallowness, I was blinded by greed and uttered such foolish and arrogant words. Only after reading Volume Two of "A Certain Magical Index" did I truly realize my insignificance and ignorance... I earnestly request everyone's forgiveness for this pitiful person who was blinded by jealousy..."

However, this apology letter, brimming with a desire to survive, was met with even fiercer ridicule.

"Now you're scared? Too late! Weren't you so arrogant on TV back then?"

"Jealousy? You dare to pat yourself on the back? You're not even worthy to carry Prince Xiaochuan's shoes!"

"If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for? Boycott! We must boycott him to the end! Get him out of the publishing industry!"

"You look so pitiful (laughs). Keep apologizing. Maybe if you kowtow a few more times, we'll forgive you?"

Osamu Ohno trembled like a leaf as he looked at the continued barrage of insults.

He was filled with regret. Why had he been so foolish as to provoke Seiji Fujiwara?

Now, all I can do is keep replying in the comments section with "I'm sorry" and "I was really wrong".

Otherwise, it wouldn't just be a matter of him losing his job; his personal safety could also be at risk.

……

……

In that somewhat old villa.

Eriri read the entire book in one go the day she received the sample copy.

By the time she closed the last page, it was already dark outside the window.

"Amazing……"

She sat blankly at her desk, her mind replaying the epic plot of the book.

After a long while, he finally let out a long breath, his face showing a complex expression of shock and admiration.

"It's really amazing."

"He's like a god."

"Teacher Xiaochuan, you can actually construct such a grand, wonderful, and vivid world with words!"

“Every character is so lifelike, every plot is so gripping… This talent is beyond what can be described as genius.”

……

……

The following day, at Seiji Fujiwara's apartment.

He sat leisurely on the sofa, while Shiyu knelt beside him, massaging his shoulders.

Just then, Seiji Fujiwara's phone rang; it was Sonoko Machida calling.

"Fujiwara-sensei!" On the other end of the phone, Machida Sonoko's voice trembled slightly with extreme excitement, "A great victory! We've won a resounding triumph!"

She reported at top speed, "First-day sales... 13 copies!"

"Public opinion online has completely reversed! All distributors are frantically urging for more copies! The editor-in-chief just held an emergency meeting and decided to immediately print an additional 10 copies!"

"Fujiwara-sensei! You made history! You are a god!"

Machida Sonoko exclaimed excitedly, "Seriously, Fujiwara-sensei, with your talent, you could really write popular novels and compete for literary awards like the Naoki Prize! You'd definitely win!"

Upon hearing this, Seiji Fujiwara simply smiled faintly: "Haha, it'll be soon, it'll be soon."

"Soon? Which prize are you aiming for?"

Machida Sonoko paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "If you're writing suspense, the Japanese mystery novel market is huge, you know. You could give it a try!"

"Mystery fiction..." Seiji Fujiwara's tone was meaningful, "Then I might try to win the Edogawa Rampo Award?"

"That highest honor for mystery novels? That's amazing! I'm really looking forward to it!" Machida Sonoko chatted excitedly for a few more minutes before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

In reality, they didn't take it seriously at all.

Machida Sonoko thought he was joking.

Seiji Fujiwara put down his phone and casually placed one hand on Utaha's soft, smooth, black-stockinged thigh, gently stroking it.

With his other hand, he swiped open his phone screen and looked at the exorbitant reprint fee that had just been deposited into his bank account.

Feeling the delicate touch from my fingertips, looking at the numbers on the screen.

Seiji Fujiwara couldn't help but smile; this kind of life was so enjoyable!

At the same time, he silently added a sentence in his mind.

"I'm not kidding when I say I'm aiming for the Edogawa Rampo Award."

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Chapter 41, "After School"! Revised!

into the night.

The study of Seiji Fujiwara was brightly lit.

"call--"

With a satisfied exhale, Seiji Fujiwara stretched from his computer, his bones cracking with a pleasant sound.

On the screen, at the end of a document, the cursor blinks silently.

After School

The original version of "After School" was already a perfectly polished gem.

Now, after his meticulous refinement, its quality has reached a new level, making it worthy of being called a timeless masterpiece!

"We have enough money now; it's time to gain fame."

Seiji Fujiwara stared blankly into space, muttering to himself.

Winning awards is undoubtedly the easiest way for ordinary people to gain fame!

Once he is adorned with fame and gilded with prestige, he can truly walk sideways in Japanese society and be treated as an honored guest wherever he goes.

I'm not kidding.

Even if someone commits murder or arson in public, they can easily obtain a certificate of mental illness or medical condition, which can lead to a reduced sentence and medical parole in no time.

Secular laws were as insignificant to him as a gentle breeze.

"I should also tell Machida, since he's my editor..."

A light novel genius like myself, perfectly fine, suddenly went and started writing mystery novels.

I should always let the editor know.

Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense.

Seiji Fujiwara picked up his phone and dialed the number of his editor, Sonoko Machida, intending to inform her in advance.

The call was answered almost instantly.

At this hour, Machida Sonoko is still working her usual grueling overtime hours.

"Fujiwara-sensei! Good evening! Have you decided where to hold the celebration party yet?" Machida Sonoko's voice, full of admiration, came from the other end of the phone.

It sold 13 copies on its first day, breaking the twenty-year sales record for light novels.

We definitely need to celebrate.

Incidentally, the celebration party can also serve as a gimmick to further boost popularity and stimulate sales.

“There’s no rush for a celebration banquet.” Seiji Fujiwara smiled and said, “Editor-in-Chief Machida, I have something I’d like to discuss with you and Editor-in-Chief Aida.”

"Go ahead! Nothing's a problem!"

"I'm planning to write a mystery novel and try to win the Edogawa Rampo Award."

"..."

There was immediate silence on the other end of the phone.

A good while.

Then, Machida Sonoko's utterly astonished voice rang out: "Fujiwara-sensei! You...you're joking, right?"

"No, I'm serious."

"No, no, no! Absolutely not!" Machida Sonoko's voice trembled as she cried out urgently, "Teacher! Light novels and mystery novels are two completely different worlds!"

"The judges of the Edogawa Rampo Award are all old-fashioned literary figures; they look down on light novels the most!"

"You're at the peak of your career in the light novel world right now, why go there and humiliate yourself?"

At that moment, another calm yet equally anxious voice came through the phone.

However, Machida Sonoko pressed the speakerphone button, and Aida Ryuji spoke.

“Fujiwara-sensei, Machida is right! You must calm down!” Aida Ryuji’s tone was extremely tense. “The sectarianism in the literary world is much deeper than you imagine!”

"If your attempt fails, the media will immediately swarm you and amplify your image of being overly ambitious, which will be a devastating blow to your current reputation!"

Listening to the earnest advice from the two people on the other end of the phone.

Seiji Fujiwara's face remained unmoved; instead, a hint of amusement appeared on his face.

Their intense reaction also caught Shiyu's attention in the living room.

"What's wrong?" Shi Yu quickly walked in and asked in a low voice.

Nothing.

Seiji Fujiwara waved his hand and continued the call.

"You two, I know you mean well."

Seiji Fujiwara smiled and said, "However, I've almost finished writing the manuscript."

"Huh?!" Machida Sonoko and Aida Ryuji were shocked again.

“So…” Seiji Fujiwara said slowly, “whether it can compete for the Edogawa Rampo Award or not, you’ll know for yourselves when you come and see for yourselves.”

"If you still think it's not good after reading it, then just pretend I never mentioned it."

"If possible, how about Shinazugawa supports my award bid?"

next to.

Shi Yu's eyes widened in disbelief.

Will they attack Edogawa Ranpo?

What do you mean?

Is Fujiwara, that scumbag, no longer satisfied with his achievements in the light novel field and planning to venture into the mystery novel industry?

But to cross over into a new field is one thing, but to aim for awards all at once?

He's aiming for the highest honor in mystery fiction—the title of Edogawa Ranpo!

Is this even possible?

Shiyu couldn't help but frown, looking at Fujiwara Seiji, who was on the phone, with a puzzled expression.

"...Teacher, you've finished writing the manuscript?" On the other end of the phone, the editor-in-chief and Machida Sonoko both gasped.

I just finished writing the second volume of "A Certain Magical Index" not long ago!

Only half a month has passed!