I won't be a loser.

"Although it sounds interesting, I don't have that idea. My relationship with Sawamura is just that of ordinary classmates. It's not as complicated as you think."

"But she likes you, right?"

"Ah."

She didn't pay much attention to what was happening in school, and Futaba Rio didn't know much about the girl named Sawamura. She just could tell that her identity was probably not ordinary, as a normal girl wouldn't have such dazzling blonde hair.

She couldn't guess what the relationship between Xianren and that girl was, so she lowered her head, silently picked up the octopus intestines, and put them into her mouth.

After finishing his lunch, the wise man stood up and walked to the window of the laboratory. He looked at the scenery outside the window, then raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. It was clear and bright, and the dazzling light illuminated the blue sky.

"Soon, the weather will get hotter and hotter."

"Ah."

"Why don't you apply for some funds from the school to install an air conditioner in your laboratory?"

Futaba Rio raised her head and glanced at the wise man standing in front of the window. She didn't know how to describe her feelings at the moment. She looked at the boy's back for a while, but was too lazy to speak and used silence as her answer.

He knew that what he said was unlikely. Looking at the clear sky above his head and the silent response in the laboratory behind him, Xianren silently raised the corners of his mouth, waiting for the arrival of the warm summer.

It was probably the publicity from Kaiyingsha that had some effect. Only a week after the book signing event, Mari Fukazaki called him and said that sales had been gradually increasing in recent times. The original number of 6000 copies could no longer meet the market demand, and they were rushing to reprint more copies. This time, there would probably be nearly copies, and it would no longer be limited to the Tokyo area, but would gradually be sold to other bookstores across the country.

"Isn't 10,000 copies a bit too many? Can they really be sold?"

Upon hearing about the sudden reprint of 10,000 copies, Xianren didn't feel any sense of reality in his heart, nor was he too happy. Instead, he asked Fuuka Mari with some uncertainty. The sales on the first day and the dismal performance on the day of the autograph session made it impossible for him to be confident.

"Didn't you watch TV?"

"television?"

"A famous host suddenly brought up your work on a variety show, and it went viral online. Now many people are discussing your work."

"Famous supporter?"

"That's the cross-dressing artist called Matsuko. Isn't she famous?"

Mari Fukaoka was casually handling the documents in her hand, and asked Kento about his relationship with Ms. Matsuko, which left Kento confused.

"I don't know. Although I know there is such a host, I really have nothing to do with him. Did he talk about me during the show?"

Xianren knew that there was such a host who dressed as a woman. He had occasionally watched the programs hosted by the other party late at night, but he had never participated in any program and had never met the other party. The other party suddenly recommended his own work, which made Xianren puzzled.

"Yes, during the show, they suddenly started talking about your work, but they only mentioned it briefly and didn't discuss it in too much depth. However, it still piqued the interest of many people."

"That's it."

After roughly understanding the situation and knowing that his sales had skyrocketed as a result, the wise man could only express his gratitude to Ms. Matsuko in his heart, and he had no other additional thoughts.

"So, they printed an additional 10,000 copies?"

"For now, we'll print an additional 10,000 copies, and we may print more. Matsuko is a top idol group second only to Johnny's in popularity, so their appeal shouldn't be much different. Do you really not know him?"

"do not know."

"That's fine, let's leave it at that for now. The royalties from the additional printing will continue to be transferred to the original account."

"Ah."

After Mari Wazuka ended the call, Kento, who was still in school, looked confused, not knowing what was going on. He didn't have a TV, so he naturally had no idea what Matsuko said about him on the show.

"Go back and check online to see what it said."

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Cherry Blossom Season: 184. I feel extremely regretful

He typed the title of his book into the browser, but there were only a few results. There were even fewer entries related to Matsuko. It only gave Xianren a general understanding of what happened, but he didn't find even a clip from the show.

"The response wasn't as big as I imagined."

He couldn't see many sages whose names appeared. He looked at the search results, glanced at them one by one, and then clicked 'x' on them one by one, with a dull expression on his face.

He had originally planned to prepare dinner in the evening, but when the doorbell rang, he saw the man who appeared in front of him, walked directly into his house, extinguished the fire he had just lit, and pulled him to Qingpu's house. Xianren also gave up the idea of preparing dinner.

Qing Pu Mai, who had just finished work, couldn't help but look at Xianren when she heard Xianren preparing dinner for herself, and stared at him carefully for a while.

"What's wrong?"

"No, I just don't quite understand. You're not a stranger. Since we have to prepare dinner every night, it doesn't make any difference whether there's one more or one less person. Could it be that the food I prepared doesn't suit your taste?"

"Although the food in Gifu is slightly different from that in Tokyo, I'm not particularly particular about it. I just suddenly wanted to cook for myself."

"Burnout period?"

Qingpu Mai stared at Xianren and nodded as if she understood.

"Ok?"

"Don't men and women go through a period of time when they get tired of the person they're dating? Isn't that right?"

Setsuna, who was sitting in the house, slowly straightened his body and gradually looked towards Xianren. Xianren, who was talking with Qingpu Mai, also noticed the gaze coming towards him from the living room. He returned the gaze and smile to Setsuna, then looked at Qingpu Mai in front of him and sighed.

"No, it's not because of any emotional issues or feeling tired of things, but the sales of my works have been a little unsatisfactory recently, so I feel a little confused."

I had never thought of talking about this matter with anyone, but Qingpu Mai misunderstood it as the "boredom period". If I don't explain it properly, I'm afraid it will really lead to some misunderstanding, so there's no need to do that.

"Sales...what's wrong?"

Qingpu Mai had not asked Xianren much about sales, and she did not know much about this aspect. Now, when she suddenly heard Xianren's answer that he was confused because of sales, she could not help but become concerned.

"The initial sales were not very high. From the day it was released till now, only a few thousand copies have been sold. This made me feel like I wasn't very suitable for this industry."

She didn't quite understand what was going on, and Qing Pu Mai had no idea about the sales standards in this industry. She blinked at the wise man in front of her who was booing and sighing, and she also fully understood how much would be needed to meet the wise man's expectations.

"Sales of several thousand copies should be a lot, right?"

"Normally speaking, it's not a small number. Personal biographies published by celebrities in niche circles usually only sell a few thousand copies."

After hearing what Qing Pu Mai said, Xianren regained a little spirit and thought of other new writers he knew, such as some who had poor sales, and some who only sold a few hundred copies.

"That......"

"I was just too ambitious. I can barely be considered qualified."

"This is just your first book, it will definitely get better and better in the future."

Qing Pu Mai, who was unaware of the situation, glanced at her daughter and could only comfort the boy in front of her in her own way.

"At least, among your peers, being able to achieve this point is already very impressive, isn't it?"

Compared with his peers, he is already very impressive, but Xianren himself is not a pure young man. Facing Qingura Mai who comforted him, he could only smile slightly, change the topic, and talk about dinner with a smile on his face.

The moment I sat on the sofa, looking at the sage's back, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought, wondering if I could help him in some way...

"Even if you and I spend all our living expenses, we can't buy that many books, right?"

Early in the morning, Saionji Sekai was waiting for Kiyoura Setsuna to get up and go out. When she and Setsuna were walking on the way to school, Saionji Sekai learned about what happened last night from Setsuna. When she learned that Kento was worried about the sales of his works, Saionji Sekai also started to think.

He thought about using his and Setsuna's living expenses to help buy Kento's works, but then he remembered that their living expenses and savings were only around 200,000 to 300,000 yen. Even if they spent it all, they could only buy a few dozen books. For Kento, it was just a drop in the bucket.

"Besides, Xianren will definitely be angry if he finds out. With his personality, he won't be happy if he finds out we did something like this."

"Can you spread the word in school?"

Setsuna felt that what Saionji Sekai said about using her living expenses to buy Kento's works was completely meaningless. If Kento knew about it, he would definitely criticize her. She thought about it and wanted to try to promote it a little in her school and class.

"Promoting it in class? That seems to be no problem. Do you have the sage's work with you?"

"No, I left it at home."

"Oh, I don't have mine with me either. If I did, I could take it out and flip through it after class. Someone like Kuroda Hikaru would definitely be curious, and then I could bring up a topic and gradually recommend it to her."

"........Um."

Following what Saionji Sekai said, Setsuna thought about Kuroda Hikaru's usual behavior and his personality, and it seemed that this was indeed a feasible solution.

"Then... the others?"

"Just use the fact that the author is your boyfriend as a topic and see if you can pique their interest. Girls might be interested, but boys probably won't be interested."

"......"

After listening to what Saionji Sekai said, a hint of hesitation appeared on Setsuna's face.

"Will it bother the wise man?"

"Troubled?"

Not understanding what was troubling Xianren, Saionji Sekai looked at the hesitant Setsuna and understood that his friend was a bit introverted.

"Then, when the time comes, leave it to me?"

"world?"

"When the time comes, I'll just start the conversation and you can just be the 'author's girlfriend'."

Facing the gaze of Saionji Sekai, Setsuna's mood suddenly became complicated. She bit her lip, and her eyes gradually became firm.

"No, let me do it."

Sitting in his seat, his nose suddenly felt itchy. Xianren lowered his head and sneezed suddenly. He didn't know who was thinking about him. He raised his head and looked at the classroom where many people were sitting. He sat in his seat and fell into thought.

"After talking to the editor, he told me that a little obscurity might be enough. I've taken a look at your work, and I can think about how to incorporate it into the plot tonight."

Nozaki Umetaro came to the classroom, sat down, looked at the boy sitting in front of him, reached out and gently tapped Xianren on the back. After noticing Xianren's eyes looking at him, he told Xianren the result of his discussion with his editor with an expressionless face as usual.

It was just a casual mention, and he didn't expect that Nozaki Umetaro would actually discuss it with his editor, think about it so seriously, and agree to help recommend his work. Xianren was also surprised and thanked Nozaki Umetaro.

"No, nothing. Do you have time tonight?"

"Uh...it's nothing serious, you..."

"Please help me color the picture. It seems a bit too much for me to handle it alone."

Looking at Nozaki Umetaro's calm expression, Xianren stared at him for a while, was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, thinking that Nozaki Umetaro was a very interesting person.

"Yes, but only tonight."

"make a deal."

Xianren, who didn't know what to do for the time being, just stared at his computer when he returned to the apartment. Helping Umetaro Nozaki to color pictures was also a form of entertainment. He didn't object to it and agreed with a smile.

Seeing the wise man's straightforward agreement, Nozaki Umetaro couldn't help but stare at him for a moment longer before slowly lowering his head, supporting his cheek with one hand, and sinking into his own thoughts...

"I do not love the mistakes of this world, but I am lucky enough to live on. What do I love tonight? The moon is at its highest point in the sky."

"This is a waka poem written by Sanjoin in the fourth year of Chowa, when he was 4 years old. Because he had made the daughter of his beloved left general the empress, Fujiwara no Michinaga deliberately had his daughter Kenko lead a large group of people back to the Imperial Palace from her parents' home on the day of the empress's enthronement..."

Listening to ancient history, the wise man's thoughts were gradually attracted by the content of these histories, and he began to think in his mind whether he could use this as inspiration to write something different.

Even though sales are beginning to show an upward trend, Xianren still realizes that he lacks talent in pure literature. He wonders if he can turn to the direction of light novels. Recalling the few light novels he has read, he seems to have some ideas.

"There are many historical works, such as comics and light novels, that depict ancient civil officials and military commanders as women, and many of these have been adapted into animations."

However, he himself did not have much understanding of history, and did not know where to start. For example, the Warring States Period had been almost written about to death. He could not help but think about it and felt that he could push it forward a little further.

"People who are unknown in history will definitely not attract anyone's interest, so famous people are easier to target, especially women, who will attract more attention, such as famous women in history..."

He thought about it carefully and it seemed that he only knew two women, such as Aichi, who was known as the "most beautiful woman in the Warring States Period", and Asai Chacha, the concubine of Toyotomi Hideyoshi and the daughter of Asai Nagamasa. He didn't know much about the other women.

"History isn't my strong point, and I don't seem to have any inspiration in that area."

During the lunch break, I came to Rio Futaba's laboratory, but found that she was not in the laboratory. I sent her a text message and learned that she had something to do today and did not come to school.

Xianren, who was standing in the laboratory, looked at the time and left the laboratory directly. He went to the astronomy club's activity room and sent a message to Feng Xiaochun. Soon he saw the girl's figure appear in front of him.

“Why are the photos on the wall still on the wall?”

"forgotten."

Feng Xiaochun walked into the club activity room, slowly closed the door, walked briskly in front of the sage, looked at the sage, sat in his arms, and curled up his whole body tightly.

It’s not about forgetting, but about not wanting to think about it, right?

Looking at the walls filled with photos, Xianren felt that anyone who stepped into this room would be taking an absolutely solid step towards social death.

"It would be terrible if someone saw us."

"Except for the wise man, no one else will see what's going on here, absolutely not."

The sweet voice gave an absolute assurance. The sage glanced at the girl in his arms and did not respond. Instead, he gently pinched the white silk on her legs with his hands and pulled it gently. With a "snap", the loosened white silk bounced back onto her legs.