I won't be a loser.

"specific?"

"I know Saionji Yuko's personality very well, so she will probably come to you on her own initiative in the future."

"I don't have any contact information with her."

"world."

Opening her mouth, Setsuna said the name of the Saionji world, causing Xianren's eyes to fall on her. Meeting Setsuna's gaze, Xianren understood what she meant.

Even if he has no connection with Saionji Yuuko, but because he maintains contact with Saionji Sekai, it is very likely that Saionji Yuuko will let Sekai act as a messenger to let Xianren meet her.

"But yesterday, didn't the world seem to be having a hard time accepting this? Only one day has passed. Could the world really accept something like this and compromise with Saionji Yuko?"

"Very likely."

Qingpu Wu sighed, gave an answer, glanced at her daughter, and sighed softly again.

"If it were Yuko, she would most likely do something like this. Besides, she's already accepted being with Setsuna. Even if the child of Sekai can't accept it, what can she do? Unless she chooses to give up and withdraw at this moment, do you think Sekai would be willing to do that?"

The inexplicably clear and thorough view of Qingpu Wu also made Xianren feel a little surprised.

"This kind of thing isn't difficult to understand, right? So, Xianren, you need to pay a little more attention to the world from now on. Even if Setsuna doesn't stop you, you still have to consider Setsuna's feelings. You have to think seriously about the world and Yuko's affairs."

After hearing what Qingpu Mai said, Xianren didn't know how to describe his feelings for a moment. He looked at Qingpu Mai subtly. Looking at the other party's serious expression, he didn't know how to answer.

It's more than just not stopping it.

It was Setsuna who took the initiative and led Saionji Sekai directly into the room. As for Saionji Yuko, it was Kiyoura Mai who got him drunk without considering that he was a minor and could not drink. She kept saying to him at the table, "Just try it, it's okay" and "That's great, have another drink."

Why didn’t you think about it seriously at that time?

It's the same lineage, right?

Looking at Setsuna and Qingpu Mai in front of him, Xianren's gaze made Qingpu Mai turn her head slightly. As for Setsuna, she chose to pretend not to see Xianren's gaze.

"I see. Is there anything else I should be aware of?"

"I don't have any here, where's Setsuna?"

Qingpu Mai turned her head to look at her daughter. Since they had already talked so much, it would be better to make everything clear at once.

"No."

Shaking his head, there was nothing special that needed to be reminded or discussed.

"That's it for now. I'm going to prepare dinner. Xianren, come and help."

"......"

Silently following Qing Pu Mai towards the kitchen counter, Setsuna lay quietly on the sofa and watched TV...

"It's going on sale soon. We've been promoting it in magazines for so long, so we'll have to wait and see how effective it is this weekend."

6 month 15 day.

After nearly a month, Kento's book, under the management of Mari Fukaoka, is finally ready for release. When Kento received a call from the other party, he felt a little emotional. After such a long time, the time for release has finally come.

"The weekend? That's still two days away, I see."

"You really don't want to consider showing up?"

"That's pointless. I don't like that. I'm already very popular now. If more girls fall in love with me, I won't have that much time to deal with my own affairs."

Mari Fukaoka, who still doesn't have a boyfriend, couldn't help but sigh after hearing Kento's answer, feeling a little depressed.

"Okay, I understand. Then, I'll contact you on the day of release."

"Ah."

The samples had been received. Xianren sent one copy back to Hida Itomori, and gave the other to Setsuna and Sekai. As for Xianren, he kept two copies, one for himself and the other...

"Weekend?"

There was still some time before the weekend, and Xianren planned to give her the book on that day.

The royalties of more than 500,000 yen had all been received. He gave the money for the computer to Mari Fukaoka and kept the rest for himself. He sat at the desk, looking at the document on the computer, and didn't know what to write next for a long time. He sat there in depression for a long time. After dark, he left his apartment.

For a long time, he had never gone out at night. He was almost like a model student, returning home early, going to bed early, and getting up on time every day. Even Xianren himself felt a little incredible about his daily routine.

For a long time, he not only had a reversed day and night schedule, but also had no regular schedule at all. His body became increasingly haggard under such circumstances. But now he has maintained a regular schedule for two months.

"So the only way to be a normal person in the mortal world is when you're in school?"

He walked out of his apartment and strolled to the convenience store. The clerk seemed to be away today. He just picked up a cup of coffee, paid the bill, left the convenience store, and started shopping outside.

It's 7 o'clock now, and there's still a long time before the subway stops running. Even if it does, there are still taxis, but they're a bit expensive...

I didn't go out much some time ago because I only had living expenses on me. Things like just going shopping and not buying anything were a little difficult to understand for a wise man. Instead of just watching him suffer, it would be better not to go.

He didn't carry much with him, and under the cover of night, there would always be some people ready to make a move. Xianren didn't want to lose all his living expenses by going out.

He took the subway from Korakuen Station to Shinjuku. He hadn't been to Shinjuku for a long time, and looking at the familiar environment in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh. It was a pity that he was too old to go to izakayas and other more adult places.

"It's all about the bright lights and the feasting."

Standing in front of Shinjuku Street, looking at the street in front of him, he was silent for a moment and did not move forward. Coming here was just a whim. If he really got to Shinjuku 1-chome, he would probably not be able to enter 80% of the stores...

Xianren, who really didn't know what to write, was planning to take a short stroll around Shinjuku to look for some so-called inspiration. However, looking at the bright lights and nightlife in front of him, he stood at the intersection, sighed softly, and prepared to leave.

"Hey, little brother, we meet again."

A man in a suit and tie with a slicked-back hair appeared in front of the wise man, with his hands in his pockets, looking a bit ruffian. With a faint smile on his face, he had a special temperament - he didn't look like a good guy.

Looking at the person who appeared in front of him, Xianren's face showed confusion.

"Which one?"

"Come to think of it, it's been a while, probably about two months already. You've forgotten me, brother. However, I have a very deep impression of you. At that time, I gave you a business card, didn't I?"

He recalled a little bit of the situation at that time. The man in front of him gave him a business card when he was shopping, but he had almost forgotten it.

"Are you out shopping alone?"

"......Um."

Looking at the person in front of him, the wise man frowned slightly and nodded gently.

"That's so boring. Since we're destined to meet again, come on, I'll take you to a nice place."

The man put his hand on the sage's shoulder, smiled at him, stretched out his hand, and led him forward...

- - - -

Two hours and seven thousand words, I'm exhausted

Thanks to Xuminajie for the monthly ticket and blade! Thanks to everyone for the recommendation votes!

Cherry Blossom Season: 177. I'll go take care of it first.

"How is it here? It's lively, isn't it?"

Although they had only met twice, the man put his arm on Xianren's shoulder very familiarly. Without waiting for Xianren to say anything, he led Xianren into a store in Shinjuku 1-chome. The dim store was filled with flashing lights, which made people feel dazzled.

On different seats, there were women chatting with guests. Their attire... Xianren was not sure what to say. His gaze stayed on them for a while before he looked away.

But apart from the bright lights and wine, there was nothing special about the entire store. After looking at it for a while, Xianren felt it was boring. The man standing next to him couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw Xianren's indifferent expression, and felt it was interesting.

"My name is Ye Shanfeng, and I run an office here."

He extended his hand to greet the woman passing by, and Ye Shanfeng's eyes fell on Xianren. With a smile on his lips, he looked at Xianren in front of him.

"Want something to drink?"

"water."

"That's surprising, but—"

The man raised his left hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and a well-proportioned woman came over and enthusiastically stuck to Ye Shanfeng. Ye Shanfeng calmly ordered a glass of ice whiskey and water. The woman was also a little surprised. She glanced at the wise man opposite, smiled, and turned to leave.

"You're not from Tokyo, are you?"

"I've been in Tokyo for so long, and this is the first time someone has talked to me about this. Is it really that obvious?"

"After all, my job is to judge people."

He pointed at his eyes with two fingers on his right hand, then turned to Xianren and smiled.

"Although it's not very obvious, I can still detect a slight difference in your accent. It's a common accent for people from Gifu. It's not very obvious, but it accumulates over the years and doesn't change quickly. If you listen carefully, you can hear it."

"so."

He nodded, not really caring, his gaze fixed on the man opposite him.

"So, what exactly is the reason that brought me here? Are you planning to introduce me to these stores and let me work there so that I can get a share of the profits?"

“To each his own.”

"not interested."

Standing up and looking at the man in front of him, Xianren smiled and walked towards the door. The man turned his head to look at his leaving back, sat in his seat silently, leaned back slightly, leaned on the sofa, pinched his chin and stroked his short beard.

"How cautious."

"Brother Ye Shan, where is that boy?"

The woman came over with wine and water and placed them on the table. Looking at the empty seat opposite Ye Shanfeng, she couldn't help but be stunned.

"gone."

"gone?"

"It seems like he guessed what I was going to do, without the slightest hesitation."

"That......"

The woman looked at the glass of water, and the expression on her face became complicated. Ye Shanfeng, who was sitting on the sofa, sneered softly, picked up the whiskey and took a sip. After putting it down, he gently placed his hand on the woman's snow-white shoulder, rubbed it, and walked towards the door.

"Pour it down."

"..."

After leaving the store, Xianren did not hesitate at all. He stood on the street without stopping and walked until he was out of Shinjuku 1-chome. Only then did he slow down his pace a little. Looking at the surrounding commercial district, which looked much more formal, his expression became a little more relaxed.

Even though he acted very relaxed in that store, in fact, Xianren was still worried that the other party would use force.

In the past, I occasionally heard that there was a group of people in Shinjuku who would stop some girls on the street, regardless of whether they were good-looking or not, and introduce them to various stores to work, saying that they were some kind of agency... In fact, coercion, inducement, and even drug control are very common methods.

Ye Shanfeng just now was probably thinking that Xianren looked young, so he was ready to attack him.

"He's undoubtedly scum."

After strolling on the streets for a while under the cover of night, Xianren returned to his apartment before the subway stopped operating. He simply took a shower and lay down on his bed in his pajamas to rest.

"First day sales: 672 copies."

After hearing the notice from Mari Fukazaki, Xianren, who was sitting in his room, was silent for a moment. His mood was a little complicated. He couldn't tell whether it was embarrassment, helplessness, or something else. He sat in his room in silence, lost in deep thought for a long time.

"This is already a very good result. 600 copies per day, nearly 700 copies, is nearly one-tenth of the first printing. If we maintain this data, we can almost go straight to the second printing in a week."

"I see."

Xianren was no longer interested, so he hung up the phone silently, sat quietly in his room, and couldn't help sighing.

If he hadn't won an award or made some news, he was very clear that his work would have almost reached its limit. The total sales volume would probably be only around 10,000, and it would be unlikely to reach more.

"Come to think of it, at my age now, writing something like this will certainly attract some attention, right?"

But the subject matter is campus-related, and the author is a school itself. Even if he wrote such a work, it would not seem unreasonable. If someone asked why he created a work on such a subject, he could just answer that he heard it by chance.

Is there really anyone who cares and asks him this question?

Lying on the bed, blinking and looking at the ceiling above his head, Xianren closed his eyes helplessly, but still felt a little lost in his heart. It seemed that he was indeed not a genius.

"excuse me."

Pushing the door and entering the president's office, Mari Fukaoka looked at the middle-aged man who was processing documents. She stood respectfully in front of the desk and watched him annotate the documents before she handed the plan in her hand to his desk.

Without looking up, the man glanced at the documents in front of him.

"what is this?"

"How to Run a Talented Writer's Proposal."

"The work of the boy you are responsible for?"

"Yes."