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

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Regarding the storms from the outside world.

Seiji Fujiwara himself was completely unaware of this and didn't care at all.

He was leisurely lying in his apartment.

Until the phone screen lights up.

An email from the official Shinazugawa Bunko email address lay there quietly.

[Dear Sir Eikawa-dono: Hello! I am Machida Sonoko, editor-in-chief of the Fushigawa Bunko imprint... We hope to discuss the publication details of your excellent work with you in the utmost sincerity...]

The contents of the email brought a smile to Seiji Fujiwara's face.

Immediately afterwards, another SMS notification from the bank popped up.

[Your account ending in XXXX received a deposit of JPY 2,000,000 on [Date]. Summary: Grand Prize (after tax).]

Did Shinazugawa even pay my taxes for me?

Looking at the long string of zeros on his phone screen, Seiji Fujiwara sat up in surprise.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter Six: The Editor-in-Chief Welcomes Him

He picked up his phone and dialed the number left in the email, calling Machida Sonoko.

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Shinazugawa Bunko, three volumes of editing.

Machida Sonoko sat upright, her hands on the desk, her back ramrod straight, her eyes fixed on her phone.

She is waiting.

Waiting for "Prince Xiaochuan" to reply.

Time passes minute by minute.

Fine beads of sweat had formed on her palms.

Machida Sonoko was extremely uneasy.

She recalled that afternoon when she dismissed the boy with a formulaic smile.

What if... what if the other party notices my neglect and develops a dislike for Shinazugawa Bunko?

The thought of that possibility made Machida Sonoko's heart clench violently.

No! Absolutely not!

She, Machida Sonoko, discovered this author!

This is the biggest opportunity of her career!

She absolutely couldn't let this author slip away from her grasp!

Om-!

Just as she was lost in thought, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated!

An unfamiliar number was flashing on the screen.

Machida Sonoko held her breath instantly.

She frantically grabbed her phone. So nervous, her fingers even swiped several times before she finally managed to answer the call.

"Hello! Are you Teacher Xiaochuan?!"

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement and nervousness.

"it's me."

A calm male voice with a slight chuckle came from the receiver.

Just those two words were enough to ease half of Machida Sonoko's anxiety.

Very good!

"Hello, teacher! I'm Sonoko Machida from Shinazugawa Bunko!" She spoke rapidly, her voice brimming with excitement and enthusiasm: "It's such an honor! Your work... your work is simply a masterpiece of the year!"

"In my ten years in the industry, I have never seen such an outstanding work."

"Your age is surprisingly young..."

She lavished praise upon him without reservation.

Seiji Fujiwara listened quietly on the other end of the phone.

There was something funny about him.

Editor Machida, aren't you being a little too enthusiastic?

But upon further reflection, Seiji Fujiwara quickly realized the truth.

This is also a matter of course.

After all, the quality of his submitted works was excellent, which was an absolute windfall for the editor, Machida Sonoko.

We must hold on tight!

Seiji Fujiwara calmly accepted the other party's enthusiasm and attentiveness, his heart as still as a deep well.

After the other party's flattery subsided, he smiled and began to speak, getting to the point: "How about I go to the Shinazugawa Bunko headquarters to sign the contract tomorrow morning at ten o'clock?"

“Okay, okay! No problem at all!” Machida Sonoko nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice. “Teacher, do you need us to send a car to pick you up? Or do you have any other requirements regarding the details of the contract? Please feel free to let us know! We will do our best to meet all your needs!”

Her tone was so humble, unlike that of a renowned editor-in-chief; it sounded more like that of a hotel waiter afraid of neglecting a distinguished guest.

"You're too kind, Editor Machida. I can go by myself," Fujiwara Seiji said with a smile, politely declining.

After chatting for a few more minutes, we hung up the phone.

beep...beep...beep...

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Machida Sonoko breathed a long sigh of relief.

Great.

The other party is willing to sign the contract!

She seized the opportunity presented by this gifted author who fell from the sky!

Machida Sonoko clenched her fist tightly, as if she could see the editor-in-chief's position beckoning to her.

Sudden.

She felt an unusual quietness around her.

Machida Sonoko looked up and realized that all her colleagues in the office were looking at her like she was an alien.

She then realized her lapse in composure.

But she didn't care.

What's wrong with being enthusiastic?

If it were you, and you encountered a genius author, you would be just as attentive as you are!

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The next day, at 9:50 a.m.

Seiji Fujiwara appeared at the headquarters of Shinazugawa Bunko.

He was still wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, an outfit that clashed with the serious and high-end business atmosphere around him.

She stood there casually, yet naturally exuded an aura of composure, attracting frequent glances from many passing working women.

"It's almost time."

Fujiwara Seiji murmured to himself as he walked into the lobby on the first floor.

This time, he didn't go through the submission channel, but went to the reception desk.

Hello, how can I help you?

The receptionist was a young and beautiful woman with a professional, sweet smile on her face.

Upon seeing Seiji Fujiwara's simple attire and youthful face, beneath that sweet smile, a hint of doubt still flickered almost imperceptibly.

Strange faces.

Are they students visiting or on a pilgrimage?

She made this judgment in her heart.

"...My name is Prince Eikawa. I have an appointment with Machida Sonoko, the chief editor of your third editorial department," Fujiwara Seiji said with a tense expression.

It's a little embarrassing to say this pen name.

"Your Highness Xiaochuan..."

The receptionist, however, remained unfazed.

Having worked for many years, she has developed a fairly high tolerance for the exaggerated style of these light novel authors.

She read the name aloud, and it sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

While entering information into the internal visitor system, she said in a sweet voice, "Okay, Mr. Xiaochuan, your appointment has been found. Please register your information in the visitor book here, and then please wait a moment in the meeting area next door. I will contact Editor-in-Chief Machida for you now."

This is the standard procedure.

However, just as Seiji Fujiwara was about to pick up the pen on the table—

Ding dong——!

Not far away, the doors to the private elevator leading to the upper floors suddenly opened.

Immediately afterwards, the rapid "clack-clack-clack" of high heels approached from afar, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the hall.

"Teacher Xiaochuan—!"

Inside the entire Shinazugawa Bunko, the editor-in-chief, Machida Sonoko, known as the "ice queen," rushed out of the elevator at a speed completely at odds with her elegant appearance, wearing black stilettos!

A few strands of her smooth, long black hair clung to her cheeks as she ran.

Her usually sharp and pretty face was now slightly flushed with urgency, and her full breasts heaved with heavy breathing, completely devoid of her usual aloofness.

In everyone's shocked eyes.

Machida Sonoko rushed straight up to Fujiwara Seiji, and stopped abruptly a step away from him.

Immediately afterwards——

Swish-!

She suddenly bent over, her hands pressed tightly against her thighs, and bowed ninety degrees to Seiji Fujiwara!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter Seven, top of the page! An A-level contract!

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Xiaochuan!"

"I should have waited for you downstairs beforehand, instead of making you wait downstairs! This is a serious oversight on my part! I am extremely sorry!"

Her voice was full of apology and humility.

In that instant, time in the hall seemed to be paused.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The air solidified.

The receptionist, who was about to register Seiji Fujiwara, froze, her expression turning to stone.