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

"'The Eighteen-Year-Old Tyrant'! Ahhh, they're so good at writing!" Eriri's face flushed red as she continued flipping through the titles that excited her:

【Common sense is contrary to common sense! If you are a monster, you are making fun of the festival, and you are creating a myth from yourself! 】

【Naoki reward, Hirogao と化す! ——Fujiwara’s account is completely overturned. 】

【二つのfaceをholdつ魔王!ライトノベルの王が, Pure literature のcrest をeasy 々とStep み砕く! 】

【これは文か? No, God's のゲームだ! The whole Dongying がその上で踊る! 】

Eriri read out seven or eight titles in a row, each one of which excited her greatly.

She looked at Seiji Fujiwara, who was lounging lazily on the sofa, her eyes filled with admiration: "Seiji... you're really... amazing! Using the Naoki Prize to advertise your own light novel, you're probably the only one in all of Japan who would dare to think of and do something like that!"

However, Seiji Fujiwara, who was at the center of the discussion, seemed somewhat uninterested.

Upon hearing this, he simply smiled faintly.

Last time, he advertised at the Rampo Awards, and he wasn't this excited then, so he'll be even less excited this time.

It's even getting a bit boring.

He felt that he was beginning to feel a little tired of literary creation.

'With the Rampo Award and the Naoki Prize already under his belt, there's no need to compete for any more awards.'

'His status and position are high enough.'

'Even more would just be icing on the cake; it's better to make money by writing another light novel.'

Seiji Fujiwara nodded secretly, deciding to continue down the path of plagiarism.

If I'm interested in doing this in the future, I might continue.

But now...

Seiji Fujiwara's gaze slowly fell on Eriri, who was standing next to him, looking excited.

Long golden hair, a face as delicate as a doll, skin as smooth as white porcelain, and a slender, shapely figure...

hum!

Seiji Fujiwara snorted inwardly. With such a beautiful girl in front of him, how could he not try to win her over?

It's just that I couldn't spare the time before.

With this in mind, Seiji Fujiwara began to feel restless.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, standing to the side, witnessed everything. She looked at Fujiwara Seiji's aggressive gaze, then glanced at the blonde loser who was still grinning foolishly, and secretly grumbled to herself.

Seiji Fujiwara is such a bastard!

Then, he sighed softly to himself.

It seems the day I become sisters with this golden retriever isn't far off.

16...

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the other side.

In the faculty office of Sobu High School, Chiba.

Japanese language teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka was looking at the newspaper in her hands with a headache. On the front page was Seiji Fujiwara's handsome yet indifferent face.

Her feelings were incredibly complicated.

On one hand, she deeply admired Seiji Fujiwara's talent. But on the other hand, that drunken night in Hokkaido filled her with shame and indignation.

"That wretched boy..." she muttered under her breath, her cheeks burning slightly. "How come I never realized he was a predator?"

So much so that due to her own carelessness, she actually lost her virginity to that kid!

Admiration, embarrassment, respect, and a hint of excitement that she herself was unwilling to admit were all intertwined in Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart, forming a tangled mess.

……

……

Both are from Chiba.

Inside the Yukinoshita family mansion.

After finishing a family meeting, Yukinoshita rubbed her temples and took out her phone to relax.

I just happened to see a news push notification.

Yang Nai was slightly taken aback, then a playful smile appeared on her lips.

"Seiji Fujiwara... Naoki Prize... using a trophy to advertise light novels?"

She read the news headline with great interest, her beautiful eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“What an interesting boy… no, he should be called ‘teacher’.”

She developed a strong interest in this name, which she had heard from Hiratsuka Shizuka before, and unconsciously memorized it.

……

……

Tokyo.

Shimokitazawa, backstage at the Starry Night LiveHouse.

In the lounge.

Two girls, one with blue hair and one with blonde hair, were sitting and resting.

Yamada Ryo casually strummed the bass strings.

Beside her, Ichiki Nijika held her phone, a hint of envy and admiration on her face.

"Wow... Liang, look at this news. Seiji Fujiwara, he's only a year older than us, and he's already won the Naoki Prize. That's amazing..."

"Hmm." Yamada Ryo responded faintly, his gaze drifting to the window, lost in thought.

Hongxia sighed, a hint of confusion in her voice: "When...when can we debut?"

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On the Shinazugawa side.

With the immense popularity of the Naoki Prize, the third volume of "A Certain Magical Index" was also published.

"Recommended by Naoki Prize-winning author"—this line of large, gold-embossed words, printed on the book jacket, was particularly eye-catching and persuasive.

The first print run of 50 copies sold out in just three days!

The publisher urgently printed an additional 20 copies!

With a total inventory of 70 copies, it's already approaching the record for the most copies sold in the history of light novels!

At the same time, the 18% royalty share, coupled with the explosive sales and royalties of "The Devotion of Suspect X," brought a huge fortune—more than an average family could earn in a lifetime—into Fujiwara Seiji's bank account.

In a high-end apartment in Kyoto.

Looking at the long string of zeros in his mobile banking app, Seiji Fujiwara pondered whether he should buy his own property. Should he choose a villa or buy several floors and combine them into one?

Just then, a call came in.

Seiji Fujiwara glanced at the caller ID, realized it was a real estate agent, and answered the call.

"Hello, is this Mr. Fujiwara? I'm a real estate agent from Mitsui Fudosan, my name is Tanaka." A very warm and respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, it's me."

"Here's the thing, Mr. Fujiwara! We've got news about the detached villa you asked us to find! There's an old villa that perfectly matches your requirements, about twenty years old, that's up for sale. I wonder if you'd be interested?"

Seiji Fujiwara became interested: "Oh? Where?"

The agent's voice grew increasingly excited: "In Arashiyama's upscale neighborhood! That's the most prestigious area in the entire Kansai region! And I've heard that the homeowner is the Spencer family. However, after that diplomat resigned, returned to England, and then passed away, their family seems to be liquidating their assets in Japan, which is why they're in a hurry to sell off their real estate!"

The Spencer family?!

Seiji Fujiwara's pupils contracted slightly for a moment.

He immediately remembered that Eriri had once said that she could live in the villa belonging to her father's family for free until she came of age, only needing to pay for her own living expenses.

Unexpectedly, the Spencer family is now going to sell it?

"good chance!"

"Fujiwara Seiji said in a low voice, a glint of light flashing in his eyes."

This is a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

He spoke calmly into the phone, "Send me the information."

"Okay, Mr. Fujiwara, I'll send it to your email right away!" the agent replied enthusiastically.

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Time passed silently.

The week following the Naoki Prize ceremony.

Friday, 3:30 p.m.

The rooftop of Toyosaki Academy.

Kyoto, in winter, is blessed with a rare sunny day.

The sky was clear and the sunlight, carrying a hint of warmth, filtered through the wire mesh of the rooftop, casting dappled light and shadow on the concrete floor.

Seiji Fujiwara leaned against the railing, his arms casually draped over his shoulders.

His gaze naturally fell on the golden figure not far away, who was chattering incessantly.

I don't know where this golden retriever gets its boundless energy.

I'm only eighteen years old.

Could it be because my mindset has aged?

Seiji Fujiwara was secretly puzzled, but when he thought about his superior physical strength and how he always made Utaha cry and beg for mercy, he immediately felt relieved.

At least at night, he is an invincible war god!

This is enough!

"Seiji! Did you see that?" Eriri's voice suddenly came.

"what?"

Seiji Fujiwara was interrupted and turned to look.

Eriri was excitedly waving her phone, the screen showing a clip from the morning news.

"This morning on the news, that critic, the old man who said your work lacked depth, changed his tune! He said you're 'the son of God who's injecting new vitality into Japanese literature'! Hahaha, that's hilarious, he must be so embarrassed!"

She mimicked the critic's serious yet embarrassed expression perfectly, her golden twin ponytails swinging merrily in the air, her azure eyes sparkling with a light brighter than the sun.

"is it?"

Seiji Fujiwara had no interest in the news; instead, he was admiring the beautiful scenery before him.

Eriri's delicate face, slightly flushed with excitement, the perfect curves of her body beneath her school uniform shirt, her slender legs, encased in white over-the-knee socks, brimming with youthful vitality... and so on.

What a perfect beautiful girl!

Seiji Fujiwara nodded more and more as he looked at it.

Sitting on the other bench, Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was diligently working on her manuscript, suddenly looked up sharply.

It was as if they had sensed something.

She immediately looked at Seiji Fujiwara and then noticed his burning gaze.

tsk...

She slightly pursed her lips, a look of unsurprise flashing in her eyes, then lowered her head to continue writing.