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

Eriri took it and said happily, "I knew you hadn't forgotten me."

"I send you a reminder on Line every day, how could I forget you?"

Seiji Fujiwara made a comment and got up to walk out of the classroom.

Utaha and Eriri followed with smiles.

It's lunch time.

……

The three of them found a secluded spot to have lunch.

Eriri asked curiously, "By the way, Seiji, does Shinazugawa have any plans to publish the third volume of 'A Certain Magical Index'?"

She's a huge fan of A Certain Magical Index and has been looking forward to it for ages!

Seiji Fujiwara opened a box of cookies, handed one to Utaha beside him, and picked up one for himself, saying casually, "No rush, I plan to get the Naoki Prize first."

The words fell.

Eriri seemed to have been put on pause, her whole body frozen in place, her azure eyes filled with astonishment.

"...Huh?!" she uttered a single, unintelligible syllable. "What...what reward did you say?"

"Naoki Prize".

After hearing clearly what the award was, Eriri's pupils dilated, shocking Utaha.

Beside her, Shiho looked at Eriri with amusement but remained silent. She had already heard Fujiwara Seiji mention this plan yesterday.

"Really?" Eriri looked at Seiji Fujiwara, then at Utaha, who had a calm expression.

I finally realized this wasn't a joke.

She couldn't help but become anxious: "Why would you suddenly want to win that award?"

Seiji Fujiwara reiterated his marketing plan to Eriri.

"...Just like how we used the Edogawa Rampo Award to boost sales of the second volume of 'A Certain Magical Index' back then. This time, using the Naoki Prize will be even more effective."

After hearing this explanation, Eriri couldn't help but retort.

"Isn't this too bold?"

"The selection process for the Naoki Prize is far more complex than that for the Ranpo Prize, involving intricate interpersonal relationships and factional struggles..."

Eriri's face showed worry.

"Don't worry, it's a sure thing." Seiji Fujiwara smiled calmly.

This extraordinary confidence surprised Eriri even more.

Shi Yu is alright; she's seen "The Devotion of Suspect X" and is certain it has award-winning potential.

However, the award still needs to be managed and requires various social interactions.

Is Seiji Fujiwara really that confident?

……

……

After school, I returned to my apartment.

Seiji Fujiwara ignored the online discussions about the demand for the third volume of "A Certain Magical Index" and instead found a business card and dialed the number on it.

The phone rang a few times before being answered, and a frail yet powerful voice came through.

"Hello, Seiji?"

"Professor Yamada, it is I, Seiji Fujiwara."

Professor Kenji Yamada's tone instantly turned to surprise and enthusiasm on the other end of the phone, "Haha, I was just wondering when you would contact this old man. How have you been since we parted in Hokkaido?"

"Thanks to you, everything is fine," Fujiwara Seiji said with a smile. "I apologize for bothering you today, but there is something I would like to ask you."

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Chapter 58 Fujiwara Seiji is here, how are we supposed to play? (2/2)

He briefly explained to Professor Yamada his idea of ​​writing a popular work of literature and preparing to publish it.

Professor Yamada, on the other end of the phone, was initially puzzled after hearing the story.

"Oh? Fujiwara-kun, aren't you planning to finish writing 'Snow Country' first? To be honest, since returning from Hokkaido, I've often thought about your brilliant opening. If you could finish it, it would definitely have the potential to go down in literary history!"

Professor Yamada's tone was full of sincerity.

Seiji Fujiwara chuckled and explained, “Snow Country requires a deeper accumulation of life experience. I’m still too young. If I force myself to write it, it will only be superficial. Moreover, given my current status, writing such a work would cause too much of a stir, doing more harm than good.”

The rigid class system in Japan.

Even if an 18-year-old writer were to write "Snow Country" and use his connections to win the Akutagawa Prize, it would still cause a huge controversy and sensation.

The returns are far less than the expenses.

There's no need to do it.

Professor Yamada, having been immersed in the literary world for many years, is well aware of those unspoken rules.

After listening, he remained silent for a moment, then let out a heartfelt sigh.

"How rare! You achieved fame at a young age, yet you are not burdened by it, nor are you eager for quick success. Instead, you have such a clear understanding of yourself. Fujiwara-kun, this quality of yours is even more valuable than your talent!"

The old professor's praise came from the bottom of his heart.

He then inquired about Seiji Fujiwara's new book out of curiosity.

"It's a novel with mystery elements..."

Seiji Fujiwara briefly described the story and then made his request: "To my shame, I am not familiar with the publishing industry of popular literature. Professor Yamada, could you recommend a suitable publisher for me?"

"Hahaha, that's easy!" Professor Yamada laughed heartily. "Leave it to me! It's an honor for this old man to pave the way for a genius like you. Wait for my news."

The efficiency is exceptionally high.

That evening, Professor Yamada called back and gave Seiji Fujiwara a name and contact information.

"Editor-in-Chief Suzuki of Iwanami Bunko. I've already spoken to him; he's one of the top editors in Japan, with a very discerning eye. You can contact him directly."

"Thank you, Professor."

After hanging up the phone, Seiji Fujiwara immediately dialed Editor-in-Chief Suzuki's number.

On the other end of the phone came a gentle, middle-aged male voice, his tone filled with undisguised enthusiasm and curiosity.

"Is this Professor Seiji Fujiwara? This is Suzuki from Iwanami Bunko. I was truly flattered to receive a call from Professor Yamada! I never imagined I would have the opportunity to collaborate with such a talented person as you!"

After a brief phone call, the two agreed to meet the next afternoon in the meeting room of Iwanami Bunko to discuss the submission details.

……

The following afternoon, Seiji Fujiwara arrived at the headquarters of Iwanami Bunko in Jimbocho, Chiyoda-ku, as promised.

The headquarters of Iwanami Bunko is a very old building.

Its simple appearance, imbued with a profound sense of history, stands in stark contrast to the surrounding modern skyscrapers.

The air seemed to be filled with a faint scent of ink and paper.

This place is one of the holy sites of Japanese literature. In the last century, countless great writers who have gone down in history came from here.

Under the respectful guidance of the reception staff, Seiji Fujiwara arrived at an elegant reception room.

Not long after, a tall, thin, and refined-looking middle-aged man walked in quickly with a warm smile on his face.

"Fujiwara-sensei! I've heard so much about you. I'm Suzuki Ichiro."

He extended both hands and firmly grasped Fujiwara Seiji's hands. "Receiving Professor Yamada's call yesterday was a wonderful surprise! It is my honor, Suzuki Ichiro, to collaborate with a genius like you, a once-in-a-century talent!"

"Editor-in-Chief Suzuki, you're too kind." Seiji Fujiwara also gave a polite smile.

The two took their seats as host and guest, and the secretary quietly withdrew after serving tea.

"I heard that Fujiwara-sensei has a work he wants to publish through Iwanami Bunko?"

Ichiro Suzuki spoke slowly, looking at the unusually calm boy in front of him, his heart filled with complex emotions.

On the one hand, Professor Kenji Yamada's personal recommendation carried immense weight, and he had to give it due attention. On the other hand, his professional instincts constantly reminded him to remain calm.

Seiji Fujiwara's achievements in the light novel world are undoubtedly brilliant, and the Rampo Award also proves his potential in the mystery genre.

However, it has only been a little over two months since the Rampo Award.

Two months or so, is that enough time for things to settle?

Can you write another excellent work?

Moreover, Ichiro Suzuki had heard that Seiji Fujiwara never needed an editor's help when writing his books, which added another layer of concern.

Suzuki Ichiro's mind was filled with all sorts of speculations, but he maintained a perfect professional smile: "Fujiwara-sensei, then... shall we... take a look at your masterpiece?"

"Please." Seiji Fujiwara pushed a printed manuscript over.

Ichiro Suzuki solemnly accepted the manuscript. The thick stack of A4 papers made his heart sink slightly—the article was quite substantial.

He adjusted his glasses and began to review the document.

At first, Ichiro Suzuki read in a relaxed posture, leaning back on the sofa.

But after reading only three pages, the smile on his face quietly disappeared.

The suspense that simmers beneath the seemingly mundane daily life at the beginning, and the unique charisma that Tetsuya Ishigami embodies with just a few strokes of the pen, instantly dispelled any contempt he might have felt.

His body leaned forward unconsciously, his gaze became incredibly focused, and he muttered to himself subconsciously, "This start... is something special."

Seiji Fujiwara leisurely sipped his tea across from him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The only sound in the air was the turning of pages.

Ichiro Suzuki slowly watched as the story came to an abrupt end.

When the inconceivable yet logically flawless core scheme was slowly revealed, like a precise mathematical formula, he froze completely.

He even forgot to breathe.

The portrayal of Tetsuya Ishigami, with his burning obsession and pure love hidden beneath a numb exterior, sent a chill down the spine of even this veteran editor, who was used to seeing all sorts of character designs.

"My God... How did he come up with this kind of character... This kind of idea?" Cold sweat broke out on Ichiro Suzuki's back.

He felt as if he were not reading a novel, but peering into a bottomless abyss called "human nature".

When he finally turned to the last page and saw the ending filled with dedication and tragedy, Ichiro Suzuki's mind went blank.

His hands, holding the manuscript paper, began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

for a long time.

Ichiro Suzuki let out a breath and carefully closed the manuscript.

When he looked up at Seiji Fujiwara again, his eyes no longer held any scrutiny or doubt, only admiration and respect.

"Fujiwara-sensei!"

He stood up and bowed deeply to Seiji Fujiwara. "I sincerely apologize for any doubts I may have had before."

"This work is absolutely a rare masterpiece!"

"Winning the Naoki Prize is more than enough!"

Ichiro Suzuki excitedly said, "To show my sincerity, I'm willing to offer you a contract with a 15% royalty share!"

Regarding the change in editor-in-chief Suzuki's attitude.

Seiji Fujiwara simply nodded calmly: "Then, it's a pleasure to work with you."

……

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The energy of the Iwanami Library is terrifying.