I won't be a loser.

Just as he was about to hang up——

"Hello, this is Mari Fukaoka, what can I do for you?"

I had already thought that the other party would not answer the call, and was considering submitting my manuscript to other publishing houses, when a crisp female voice greeted me on the other end of the line.

Even if they had never met, just by hearing the other person's voice, the sage had already formed a vague image of a capable woman in his mind.

"My name is Kento Miyamizu. I'd like to talk to Ms. Mari Fukaoka about submitting an article. Do you have time?"

"Submission?"

Mari Kazeoka, who was working in the editorial office, couldn't help but frown.

A strange phone number, an equally strange name, someone suddenly contacted her and talked about submitting an article. As an editor, Mari Fukaoka's instinct told her that she didn't need to pay any attention to the other party. The young voice, which was still in the voice change period, sounded like a high school student who accidentally got her contact information and wanted to give her his "work" to publish in the magazine.

Although they do accept submissions and publish them in their own magazines, all the published content has been carefully selected by the magazine, or the magazine editors have actively invited famous contributors.

Mari Fukaoka had encountered some people who came to her door on their own initiative, but they all called her company number. It was rare for her to get such calls using her personal number.

"If you have a manuscript to submit, you can submit it directly to our publisher. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

The other party's response was efficient and concise, which was basically what Kento had expected. He did not show much enthusiasm for someone who came to him on his own initiative. To him now, the name Miyamizu Kento really had no value.

"No, the content of my submission may be slightly different from what you, Ms. Kazeoka, mentioned. What I want to submit is my work."

"work?"

Mari Kazeoka thought the other person was a bit boring. Isn't everyone's work a work? Is yours any more special than others?

"Is there anything special?"

"No, it's just that it's not the kind of submission that gets published in your magazine. It's a submission for a published work."

Mari Fukaoka, who had lowered her eyes, was looking at the documents on her desk, thinking about how to refuse the other party and was about to take action. However, after hearing what Kento said, she became slightly interested.

"Published works?"

"Ah."

"I see--"

She glanced at the time on her wristwatch and realized that it was almost time to get off work. She was very dedicated to her work, but she had never been interested in working overtime. After confirming that she had no extra time today, she asked the other party if he was free tomorrow.

"Mr. Miyamizu... right?"

"Miyamizu Kento."

"So, Mr. Miyamizu, are you free tomorrow?"

"Not in the morning, but I'll be available starting at noon."

"Noon? That's fine too. Then, tomorrow at noon, bring your work to our publishing house and mention my name. That's all, is that okay?"

The wise man, who had thought there would be some twists and turns, did not expect the other party's answer to be so straightforward.

"no problem."

"Well, let's leave it at that for now."

After hanging up the phone, Mari Fukaoka continued to deal with her work. Kento, who had just said it was no problem, was about to say "excuse me" after hearing the other party's words, but before he could open his mouth, he heard a "beep" sound.

As a wise man who had dealt with different editors, he was not surprised by this. He put his phone aside, sat on the edge of his bed, and made a note to go to the other party's publishing house tomorrow.

"Tomorrow afternoon."

After noting the time, the wise man closed his eyes and lay down on his bed...

"What kind of person is Fuuokana Mari?"

While having dinner at the Qingpu family, Xianren asked Qingpu Mai about the personality of Miss Fuuka, whom he was going to meet the next day, so that he could be prepared and deal with it better when the time comes.

Hearing the wise man's question, Qingpu Mai looked at the wise man in front of her with some suspicion, not knowing why he suddenly asked about this matter.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to meet with the other party's publishing house to discuss publishing matters. So I'm going to ask you about their personality and style first, so that you can be prepared."

"So that's how it is. It's about publishing, so could you tell me?"

He didn't ask Qingura Mai what other reason he had to contact Fuuka Mari besides this one. He just sat quietly at the table, waiting for Qingura Mai's answer.

"I don't really know her personality. She approached us at work and we negotiated, and I was the person she was working with. Her personality...it's hard to describe. To put it simply, she has the vibe of a strong woman. A workaholic."

“Workaholic?”

"Yes, workaholic."

Qingpu Mai nodded, looked at the wise man in front of her, and told him some things that happened at work.

"I won't go into other ordinary things, but they basically all happened during work hours. At best, I can only say that she was rigorous. But one night during my collaboration with her, at 10 o'clock in the evening, she sent me an email asking me about work matters."

"........"

"I was already asleep at the time, and only discovered the email the next morning. It was only after the other party called me to confirm it that I discovered the email."

"anything else?"

"More? Isn't that enough?"

Qing Pu Mai and Xian Ren stared at each other, and when the other sat next to Xian Ren, she looked at him with some concern.

"Publishing, does it mean that the work and creation are complete?"

Hearing Setsuna's question, Xianren withdrew his gaze from Qingura Mai, looked at his girlfriend, and nodded slightly.

"It's already done. The next step is to sell it."

"Meeting tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"come on."

In response to Setsuna's support, Xianren smiled and nodded.

"Ah."

After returning home, Xianren took a bath early, put on his pajamas and lay down on his bed to rest. The next day, before going out, he put all his manuscripts in his schoolbag and prepared to rush to the publishing house directly after school at noon.

While sitting in the classroom, he felt that his usual normal classes had suddenly become unbearable.

My fingers tapped unconsciously on my notebook. Fortunately, the sound was not loud and did not attract anyone else's attention. I kept doing this until noon, then hurriedly left the classroom...

Eriri, who wanted to talk to Kento, just stood up and saw the figure disappearing at the back door of the classroom in a blink of an eye.

After leaving the school gate, he went straight to the subway station. After taking the subway, he rushed to the publishing house of Kaiyingshe. The address was available on the Internet, and it didn't take Xianren much effort. He just clicked on the official website of Kaiyingshe, and the address was below.

"Ms. Fuuka, it's already noon. Don't you want to take a break?"

It was lunchtime and everyone else had left their workstations, going in groups of two or three to find somewhere to rest. Only Mari Fukaoka was still sitting at her workstation, processing documents, which made the newly hired backup Suzuki feel extremely stressed.

"Is it noon yet?"

Hearing Suzuki's voice, Mari Fukaoka slowly raised her head, glanced at the clock in the editorial office, and noticed that it was already noon.

I vaguely remember that yesterday, before getting off work, I seemed to have made an appointment to meet someone at noon. Mari Fukaoka temporarily put down the work in her hands and looked at Suzuki who was standing next to her.

"Did anyone come to see me today? It should be a relatively young boy?"

"No, there isn't."

Suzuki looked at Kazeoka Mari with some surprise. He only knew that his senior was immersed in work every day, and suddenly asked this. Could it be that...

"Boyfriend?"

"Huh? Boyfriend? No no no, how could it be a boyfriend? I have so much work to do every day, how can I have time for a boyfriend?"

"That's not you, Fuu Oka-senpai... No, it's nothing."

Thinking of Mari Kazeoka's usual working state, Suzuki couldn't help but be shocked and speechless. The seriousness and diligence of the other party when immersed in work was definitely not something that ordinary people could do. It would be strange for someone who was almost completely obsessed with work to have a boyfriend.

"If you have anything you want to say, just say it directly. Being secretive like this will only make people more concerned."

"Feel sorry."

"It's not something to apologize for. If there's nothing, forget it. I should go get some rest."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Just as Mari Kazeoka stood up from her seat and was about to go to the publishing house's cafeteria for lunch, the phone on her desk suddenly rang. Mari Kazeoka stood up, took a look at her phone, and reached out to answer it.

"Yes, it's me. I understand. I'll be there soon. Let's arrange for him to go to the reception room first."

After hanging up the phone, Mari Fukaoka couldn't help but smile at Suzuki.

"The boy who called just now?"

"Ah."

"Work?"

"Well, the other party is here to submit his work. I'll go meet him first."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Suzuki watched Mari Kazeoka leave the editorial office with admiration for her dedication, and breathed a long sigh of relief. He felt that without Mari Kazeoka's presence in the office, he suddenly felt relaxed and all the pressure disappeared.

The pressure this senior put on people was really huge...

After arriving at the publishing house, Xianren told the front desk clerk Mari Fukaoka's name. The other party confirmed it with Miss Fukaoka, then invited him into a meeting room, poured him a cup of hot water, and left.

Looking at the boiled water in front of him, Xianren began to think about such boring questions as whether the other party would replace the boiled water with coffee or tea when he came next time.

click-

The door of the reception room was suddenly opened when Xianren fell into boring thoughts. A capable woman in black stockings and a black suit walked into the reception room and set her eyes on Xianren.

"Mari Fukaoka, are you Mr. Miyamizu...?"

"Miyamizu Kento."

"I guessed he might be a student, but I didn't expect him to be so handsome. I'm a bit surprised. So, what's your work?"

He took out the manuscript he had written from his schoolbag and handed it to the other party.

Looking at the carefully edited manuscript, Mari Kazeoka was somewhat surprised. She was surprised that there were still people who insisted on writing by hand these days, even though computers have been popular for a long time.

"Please take a seat. Let me take a look at the contents first."

"Please feel free to do so."

- - - -

In two years, I will probably be able to write a book called "Only the Street Where I Am Not Married"

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Cherry Blossom Season: 154. The Boy and Private Room 106

She opened the thick manuscript in front of her. It was already lunchtime and Mari Fukaoka hadn't had lunch yet. She planned to take a quick look at the other person's work, get a general idea of it, give the other person a reply, and then go to eat as usual.

Boys of the other person's age have no life experience. They just watch some TV programs or read some chicken soup-like works, and then they think they have talent in certain areas. This kind of thing is very common.

The young man in front of me, who is still wearing a high school uniform, is probably this type of person. Because he is handsome, he is often praised by people around him, which leads to his inflated self-confidence. He thinks he can create some good works, right?

"There are some young, handsome, talented writers, and there are often such gimmicky promotions on TV."

Mari Fukaoka had no expectations. She just wanted to get over with the other person as soon as possible, end his unrealistic dream, and then go to the cafeteria to have a quiet meal alone.

Her eyes fell on the "work" in front of her, and Mari Fukaoka looked at it with a somewhat awkward mood.

She did not deny that there were indeed some geniuses in this world, but they were only a minority, and it was unlikely that she would happen to meet so many of them.

Turning the pages of the work in front of her, Mari Fukaoka's expression gradually changed from careless to serious, and her casual posture gradually became dignified. She looked at the work in front of her seriously, and a thoughtful expression appeared on her face from time to time.

During the process, she slowly raised her head and looked at the wise man who was sitting quietly opposite her.

Xianren, holding a paper cup in his hand, smiled at Mari Fukaoka when he noticed the other person's gaze. That peaceful smile like a spring breeze made Mari Fukaoka feel suspicious and her heart beat faster. The strong woman who had never been in love suddenly blushed.

She raised her left hand and gently placed it under her lips, blocking Xianren's sight. She slowly lowered her head, feeling ashamed of her budding girlish heart, and continued to watch gloomily.

Half an hour——

One hour——

Two hours -

The lunch break had long been over. Mari Kazeoka looked at the work in her hands and asked Suzuki, the backup who came to disturb her, to help her with the work temporarily. After reading the entire article thoroughly, she frowned and looked at the boy opposite her.