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

the next day.

Seiji Fujiwara and Utaha said goodbye to Sawamura and boarded a plane bound for the north.

After the two left.

During lunch break, at the Toyonosaki Library.

Eriri sat in her usual spot, looked up and around. Nothing had changed, yet she felt an emptiness.

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In December, Hokkaido is already a land of ice and snow.

New Chitose Airport.

The biting wind, carrying fine snowflakes, swept in, causing passengers who had just stepped out of the warm terminal to instinctively pull their collars tighter.

Seiji Fujiwara wore only a black cashmere coat over a simple white turtleneck sweater, making him appear tall and slender.

He didn't wear a scarf, letting the cold air brush against his face, a look of enjoyment and contentment on his face.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, standing beside her, was completely wrapped up.

A long, off-white down jacket and a matching fur scarf almost completely covered half of her delicate face, revealing only a pair of jewel-like burgundy eyes.

She took Fujiwara Seiji's arm and pressed most of her body against him, absorbing the warmth emanating from him.

A black Lexus was already waiting at the VIP exit. The chauffeur respectfully opened the car door for them and properly stowed their luggage.

Luxury hotels offer private car service.

"Mr. Fujiwara, Ms. Kasumigaoka, we are now heading to the 'Kaze no Su' hot spring villa located in Lake Toya. The drive will take about an hour and a half."

"Thank you for your hard work." Seiji Fujiwara nodded slightly and sat down in the back seat with Utaha.

The vehicle began to move.

Outside the car window, everything was white.

The earth was covered as if by a pure white canvas, with glistening frost hanging from the distant forests. Occasionally, a few pointed wooden houses stood with thick snow piled on their roofs and wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, creating a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

Seiji Fujiwara watched with great interest, beginning to understand the descriptions in "Snow Country".

This is the third day of their trip to Hokkaido.

They went to Otaru a couple of days ago.

During the day, they strolled along the canal, watching snowflakes fall on the old kerosene lamps, and then browsed glassware in the glass shop.

The two explored and collected local artifacts as they went.

In the evening, back in their hotel suite, it was time for the two of them to create their own works.

Shiyu would brew a cup of hot black tea, sit at her desk, open her laptop, and ponder over a blank document.

Sometimes she bites her pen, her delicate brows furrowed; other times she quickly types out a paragraph, only to delete it all in frustration a few minutes later.

For her, who was used to engaging in sharp-tongued banter and intellectual battles in a school setting, conceiving a pure love short story with delicate emotions as the main theme was undoubtedly a brand new challenge.

Seiji Fujiwara, on the other hand, would casually lean back on the sofa with a notebook on his lap.

He doesn't need to think too much; his ability to generate brilliant literary ideas allows his inspiration to flow out like a torrent, impossible to suppress.

Therefore, optimizing "The Devotion of Suspect X" felt as natural as breathing to him.

Every punctuation mark, every word, and every seemingly casual line of dialogue between the characters is effortlessly crafted.

period.

Shi Yu would occasionally stop writing and secretly look at him.

Looking at his focused yet incredibly relaxed profile, watching him calmly type on the keyboard, a complex emotion mixed with admiration, affection, and reassurance quietly spread in her heart.

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"Wind's Abode" is a top-tier members-only hot spring guesthouse nestled in the mountains beside Lake Toya.

It has no eye-catching signboard, only a simple wooden door, standing quietly in the snowy forest, exuding a sense of seclusion and Zen.

The guesthouse occupies an astonishingly large area, yet it only has a handful of detached villas.

Each room boasts a private open-air hot spring and stunning views.

Shortly after Seiji Fujiwara and Utaha checked in, another Toyota Alphard with Tokyo license plates slowly drove into the guesthouse's parking lot.

The car door opens.

A woman wearing a dark suit, with long hair, but whose brows couldn't hide a hint of heroism, got off the car first.

She quickly walked around to the other side and respectfully opened the car door.

"Professor Yamada, we've arrived."

An elderly man wearing a dark blue kimono with a black haori draped over his shoulders stepped off the car.

He was about sixty years old, with some gray hair, but he was in good spirits, and his eyes, though smiling, seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

He is Kenji Yamada, a leading figure in the Department of Literature at the University of Tokyo.

Professor Yamada stretched and exhaled a puff of white breath. Looking at the tranquil snow scene before him, he nodded with satisfaction: "Hmm, this place is nice. It's much better than the one in Hakone last year. At least it's quiet enough."

Hiratsuka Shizuka followed behind him, helping him carry his briefcase while saying respectfully, "It is my honor to have the opportunity to join Professor Yamada's team at this Winter Literary Salon. My elders at home have also repeatedly told me to learn more from you."

"Learn? Haha, learn how those old guys drink a glass of red wine for half an hour and then spout some incomprehensible nonsense?"

Professor Yamada waved his hand dismissively and laughed, "Xiao Jing, you don't need to be so nervous. To put it bluntly, this kind of salon is just a group of old friends finding a scenic spot to get together, vent their frustrations, and see if any interesting newcomers emerge. Just think of it as a paid vacation."

Hiratsuka Shizuka simply smiled upon hearing this, offering no rebuttal: "Yes."

Although Professor Yamada spoke casually, as the nominal host of this salon, every word he uttered could determine the future of a literary newcomer.

In fact, she herself knew nothing about literature.

She was simply placed into Professor Yamada's team through her family's connections, to broaden her resume and knowledge, and incidentally get to know the seniors in the literary world—after all, she is now a Chinese literature teacher.

Led by a waiter, the two walked through the meticulously maintained courtyard and headed towards the main hall.

The lobby is designed with a modern Japanese minimalist and luxurious style, and outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the snow-covered Tingxin Lake.

Inside the warm fireplace, the fire crackled and popped, dispelling the chill outside.

Professor Yamada glanced at the time and said to Hiratsuka Shizuka, "There's still a while before dinner. I've arranged to meet some old friends in the reading area. Why don't you come along and get to know them?"

“Yes, Professor.” Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded.

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……

At the same time, after settling into their room, Seiji Fujiwara and Utaha also felt a bit bored.

“We still have some time before dinner, let’s go downstairs and take a look,” Fujiwara Seiji suggested. “I’ve heard that this guesthouse has a very good collection of books.”

"Okay." Shi Yu looked up from her notebook and let out a long sigh.

The days of creating had exhausted her.

The two left the room and strolled to the reading area by the fireplace.

Several comfortable dark leather sofas are placed here, next to a tall bookshelf, neatly arranged with all kinds of books, from classical literature to popular literature, from Japanese works to foreign works, there is something for everyone.

Shiyu casually pulled out a copy of "Mistakes" by Tenniao Youming.

After sitting down, I absentmindedly flipped through a few pages, then closed the book in frustration.

"What's wrong?" Seiji Fujiwara asked.

"Nothing, just..."

Shi Yu leaned back on the sofa, looking dejected, her pretty face full of distress. "I'm stuck on my new book project... no matter how I write it, it just doesn't feel right."

Seeing her unusually adorable, frustrated kitten-like appearance, Fujiwara Seiji couldn't help but smile.

He closed the book in his hand, casually put it aside, and then said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Then why didn't you ask me?"

"I'm asking you?" Shi Yu looked up at him.

"Yes, there's no question about light novels that I can't answer," Fujiwara Seiji said with a matter-of-fact expression.

Shi Yu immediately showed a surprised expression.

What a loud tone!

Although he wrote the blockbuster light novel "A Certain Magical Index" and was hailed as the new king of light novels, he can't possibly answer every question in the field of light novels, right?

Even the god of light novels couldn't do that, right?

Amidst her surprise, a hint of doubt also arose in Shi Yu's heart.

Wait, is he really planning to mentor me in my creative process?

Shi Yu originally thought that in his eyes, she was just a canary in a gilded cage, and that writing light novels was just something she could do for fun.

I won't stop it, but I won't help it either.

did not expect……

……

At that moment, it was not far away.

Kenji Yamada and Shizuka Hiratsuka, who were just about to head towards the sofa area, also heard Seiji Fujiwara's words.

The two stopped in their tracks.

Professor Yamada raised an eyebrow with interest.

There's no question about light novels that I can't answer.

He had been in the literary world for decades and had never heard such outrageous remarks.

Even though light novels have a low barrier to entry, no one dares to say that they understand everything about light novels, let alone that they can solve "all" problems.

This young man has quite the nerve!

Professor Yamada, however, did not underestimate him. With his carefree and unrestrained nature, he was actually looking forward to seeing what abilities the speaker had.

Hiratsuka Shizuka frowned slightly.

As a Mandarin teacher, she is not good at writing, but... somewhat embarrassingly, she personally enjoys reading light novels and comics.

Therefore, I am quite familiar with light novels.

In her opinion, people who say such things are mostly too young and have become arrogant after achieving a little success.

Regardless, both of them were intrigued.

They exchanged a glance, tacitly slowed their pace, and walked around to the bookshelf to the side, deciding to listen to what this arrogant person had to say.

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on the sofa.

Faced with Shiwa's gaze, filled with surprise and inquiry, Fujiwara Seiji would greet her with a confident smile and say:

"Shiyu, before you get bogged down in a specific plot, you first need to understand why you want to write a short story."

His voice was gentle and steady, carrying a power that compels one to believe him without question.

"From a business perspective,"

Seiji Fujiwara held up one finger. "Today's readers, especially light novel readers, have extremely fragmented time. For an unknown new author, a long novel of over a million words is a very risky gamble."

How do you ensure readers will have the patience to keep reading?

"However, a short story of less than 100,000 words, with a clever structure and a complete story, can give readers a complete reading experience within a limited time. This makes it easier to generate word-of-mouth and accumulate your first batch of core fans."

Shi Yu was taken aback.

This sounds familiar.