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

He cleared his throat, and his first words caused an uproar.

"Before reviewing the changes in the Japanese mystery literature scene over the past year, I must first mention a person and a work. Because of his appearance, the long-dormant mystery novel world has been revitalized with unprecedented vitality and brilliance."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Seiji Fujiwara, who was sitting in the front row.

"That's Seiji Fujiwara! And that groundbreaking anime, 'After School'!"

The professor's voice was filled with lavish praise.

"This work, with its unparalleled ingenuity and incisive portrayal of the dark side of human nature, has given us all a vivid masterclass! I can even say without exaggeration that its appearance has single-handedly raised the level of Japanese campus mystery to a whole new level!"

As he spoke, Seiji Fujiwara smiled and stood up from his seat, giving a polite bow to the entire audience.

"Professor, you flatter me. I will continue to work hard."

The next second, thunderous applause resounded throughout the entire venue!

clap clap-

The young rookies' faces were filled with envy.

Kikuchi Seiya clapped along, feeling envious. He wished he were the one receiving the applause.

Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at the composed young man amidst the applause, a strange light flickering in her beautiful eyes.

In Japan, a country where seniority is extremely important, she had never seen such a young author receive such enthusiastic applause from so many high-ranking literary giants.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes shone brightly, as if all the light in the world had gathered upon him.

Subsequently, professors from other fields also took turns to speak on stage.

An elderly gentleman specializing in popular literature stroked his goatee and remarked, "Last year's Naoki Prize winners had decent quality works, but I felt they lacked a truly phenomenal piece that could ignite the market. I really look forward to fresh blood like Fujiwara-kun entering the realm of popular literature soon and bringing us something different."

His gaze, pointed and expectant, fell upon Seiji Fujiwara.

Following that, an elderly lady who specializes in classical literature and loves haiku and poetry spoke in a gentle tone about the beauty of language.

“Young people these days pay less and less attention to the rhythm and beauty of words themselves. I, on the other hand, think that occasionally reading Matsuo Bashō’s haiku, such as the line ‘古池や蛙飛びこむ水の音’ (an old pond, a frog jumps into the middle of the water with a sound), and feeling the Zen-like sense of life’s vitality in the silence, is very beneficial to writing.”

Finally, a literary critic known for his sharp writing style bluntly criticized the current state of pure literature, which is characterized by stagnation and empty rhetoric. He called on writers to dare to confront social contradictions and create truly powerful works that can provoke public reflection.

Each professor's speech was rich in references and insightful, providing a great deal of valuable learning for the young talents present.

The professors finished speaking quickly.

It was nearly noon, and the morning's literary gathering came to an end.

The host on stage announced a midday recess, and that the judging of the new talent entries would begin at 2 p.m.

Immediately, those rising stars in the literary world were all invigorated.

The morning is the stage for the seniors, while the afternoon is the time for these young people to shine!

Kikuchi Makoto was equally excited, feeling that the fighting spirit he had suppressed all morning was now burning brightly.

He subconsciously glanced in Hiratsuka Shizuka's direction, only to be taken aback by what he saw.

Hiratsuka Shizuka tilted her head and chatted with Fujiwara Seiji, then the two of them, along with the girl named Utaha, got up and walked out of the venue.

That intimate gesture, like a sharp blade, pierced Kikuchi Makoto's heart once again.

The flames in his eyes burned even more fiercely.

"Kikuchi, let's go have lunch together?" his friend called out as he walked over.

"No, thank you." Kikuchi Makoto shook his head, a determined glint in his eyes. "I need to go back and tidy up my manuscript again, to see if I can improve it further. See you this afternoon..."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

The friends looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I didn't expect... Kikuchi to be so serious this time."

“Sigh, what’s the use of being serious?” Another friend sighed softly, his tone full of pessimism. “We’ve all read ‘After School’ and we all know what kind of monster Seiji Fujiwara is. Even if he joined halfway through without any preparation, with his talent, he can still write something moving even when he’s just improvising on a classic literary theme like ‘snow’.”

"Yes... Kikuchi is considered outstanding among our group, but compared to true geniuses, he is still far behind."

The group whispered among themselves.

These words were not spoken to Kikuchi Makoto's face.

After all, there's no need to dampen the morale of a comrade who's about to head to the battlefield.

……

……

Meanwhile, outside the venue.

Hiratsuka Shizuka led Fujiwara Seiji and Utaha towards a quiet Japanese restaurant nearby.

"Fujiwara-san, are you really not going to participate in the evaluation this afternoon?" Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but ask as they walked down the street.

“Not really interested.” Seiji Fujiwara’s reaction was indifferent.

Utaha expressed great curiosity: "Hiratsuka-sensei, could you tell us about the judging rules in detail? It sounds very interesting."

“Okay.” Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded with a smile, but couldn’t help glancing at the boy beside her again.

She patiently explained, "The submitted content does not need to be a complete short story. It can be an opening or a poem. There are no restrictions on the subject matter, as long as the content is related to the theme of 'snow'."

"To ensure fairness, two copies of your submission are required. Sign your name on one copy and lock it in the designated cabinet at the venue. The other copy is unsigned, placed in a uniform envelope, and dropped into a separate lottery box."

"After the competition begins, professors and senior members will take turns drawing envelopes from the box and conducting three rounds of selection. In the first round, those that are obviously not up to par will be eliminated. In the second round, the better works will be selected. In the third round, the final winner will be determined. The works that are eliminated in each round will be passed around for the new talents to watch and learn from."

"Finally, after the best work is selected, the host will go to the cabinet, find the corresponding signed manuscript to verify the identity of the submitter, and then present the award on the spot."

"Wow, that sounds so ceremonial!" Shiyu found it very interesting.

Seiji Fujiwara simply smiled, without any particular reaction: "It's a very interesting judging format. I hope to see some excellent works this afternoon."

This detached attitude made Hiratsuka Shizuka secretly anxious.

With a quick glance, she threw out even more bait.

"Fujiwara-kun, don't underestimate this top spot! There are many benefits to it!"

"First and foremost, you'll gain fame. If you can outshine everyone else in this kind of setting, your name will be known throughout the core literary circles tomorrow! Many prestigious awards that don't publicly solicit submissions will give priority to inviting the winner of this top prize!"

"Furthermore, your royalties will be raised! Invitations to cultural interview programs on various TV stations and lectures at prestigious universities will come flooding in! Then you'll get to know all sorts of important people, which will greatly benefit your future development..."

2.6 She rattled off a long list of benefits, but seeing that Fujiwara Seiji remained unmoved, she scratched her head and, as a last resort, said:

"Most importantly! Don't you think it's incredibly satisfying to easily crush those arrogant guys in front of everyone, and slap them in the face right there and then?!"

As she spoke, Hiratsuka Shizuka waved her fist.

It was a scene of intense passion and excitement, just like a scene from a popular manga.

Seiji Fujiwara and Utaha's expressions both became strange.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's purpose was all too obvious.

Neither of them spoke; they simply stared at her calmly.

Hiratsuka Shizuka blushed as she felt their gazes upon her, realizing she had been exposed.

She gave an awkward, dry laugh, then resigned herself to her fate and complained, "Ugh, it's all because that Kikuchi guy is so annoying! He's trying to make a splash in this kind of situation to get my attention, like a spoiled brat. I have absolutely no interest in him!"

She clasped her hands together, facing Fujiwara Seiji with a fawning expression:

"So, Seiji, please! Just do it once, really crush his limelight, make that idiot give up completely, and stop thinking about all that nonsense!"

Seiji Fujiwara and Utaha exchanged bewildered glances, both speechless.

After all that fuss, the reason behind it all turned out to be such a simple and clichéd "shield" plot.

"Hiratsuka-sensei,"

Shiyu spoke first. Naturally, she didn't want her man to waste his energy on such a trivial reason. "Seiji was invited at the last minute and didn't prepare anything. Even if he submits his work hastily, he might not be able to write a good enough piece to surpass that Kikuchi-san, right?"

"Yes," Fujiwara Seiji nodded in agreement.

Despite the fact that Kikuchi Makoto could easily crush the system's [genius-level literary conception] ability and his previous life's works, he could easily defeat the system's arrogance with one hand.

But there's no need.

Chapter 55, "Snow Country," swept the entire audience upon its release (1/2)

He came to Hokkaido to relax.

We're not here to compete for attention.

Seeing that Fujiwara Seiji remained unmoved, Hiratsuka Shizuka knew that she wouldn't be able to persuade this big shot without spending a lot of money.

"Seiji, please!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka clasped her hands together and pleaded with a fawning expression.

"If you're willing to help, I'll consider it a favor! From now on, whatever it takes, as long as I can do it, I'll never refuse!"

As she spoke, she imitated Xu Nuo, a chivalrous hero in a movie, and patted her chest forcefully.

clap clap!

As she made this movement, the soft "snow mountain" rippled with a dazzling wave.

Seiji Fujiwara's gaze was instantly drawn to the magnificent scenery.

no way.

She is incredibly wealthy.

Moreover, he liked the forthright older single woman in "My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU" in his past life.

Now that he has the opportunity to build a good relationship with Hiratsuka Shizuka, he must consider whether this is the only chance he will ever have in his life!

"Stop looking..." It was Shiyu next to him who pulled him back to his senses.

Look up again.

The woman in front of him, Hiratsuka Shizuka, was blushing and looked embarrassed and annoyed.

She glared at Fujiwara Seiji with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, then said with a mocking laugh:

"Hey, haven't you seen enough?!"

Although he said that, he wasn't really angry; instead, it sounded like a playful, affectionate scolding.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. It's really easy to lose control when I'm around a mature and beautiful woman like you," Fujiwara Seiji quickly apologized.

"Fine, I'll let you off easy!" Hiratsuka Shizuka waved her hand dismissively, thus ending the matter.

Meanwhile, Kasumigaoka Utaha, sitting opposite, had already taken in the entire scene.

She glanced at Seiji Fujiwara without making a sound, her wine-red eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of suspicion flashing in them.

"Leave the matter of Hiratsuka-sensei to me." Fujiwara Seiji patted his chest generously, mimicking Hiratsuka Shizuka's earlier gesture.

"You brat... if you were in my school, you'd be getting punched by me!" Hiratsuka Shizuka rolled her eyes at him and scolded him with a laugh.

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the other side.

Inside Kikuchi Makoto's room.

Instead of going to eat, he locked himself in his room and re-examined the prepared manuscript.

The morning's experience did not break his fighting spirit; instead, it fueled his competitive drive.

Looking at my own article again now, I was suddenly struck by inspiration!

His thoughts flowed out like a torrent of diarrhea, unstoppable!

Kikuchi Makoto immediately rushed to his desk, grabbed a pen, and began rapidly revising the manuscript.

after an hour.

He looked at the revised manuscript, breathed a long sigh of relief, and his face radiated unprecedented confidence!

This article... has been completely transformed!

Its quality is high enough to compete for top-tier literary awards!