I won't be a loser.

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The two families sat in the same room. Qingpu Setsuna sat next to Xianren. When everyone was present, they began to order food.

The price of Kaiseki cuisine is not as expensive as you might imagine. Different sets of meals have different prices. The more expensive ones may cost tens of thousands of yen, while the cheaper ones are only three or four thousand yen.

The four of them ordered different dishes, so the prices were different. When they paid the bill, the total was less than 30,000 yen.

On the way back, Miyamizu Futaba and Kiyoura Mai sat close to each other, chatting about trivial matters related to life and the reasons for coming to Tokyo this time.

In response to this, Miyamizu Futaba's answer was probably that she missed her child and was worried about Kento living alone in Tokyo. The last accident made her a little worried about Kento living alone in Tokyo, so she would come to visit him from time to time in the future.

What the real reason is is unknown.

I vaguely guessed that it might be a wise man related to that address in Adachi Ward, but I still don't know what kind of secrets are hidden there.

Sitting quietly on the tram, the girl beside him did not say anything and remained silent. The group returned to Koishikawa in Bunkyo Ward, said good night to each other, and then went back to their apartments.

"A wise man."

"Ok?"

Xianren, who was walking towards the stairs, stopped and looked back at Qingura Setsuna who was also standing in front of the stairs.

Under the cool, soft white moonlight, the girl bit her lips lightly.

"Good night."

"OK, good night."

He smiled, said good night to the girl, waved his hand slightly, and then they went back to the apartment. After entering the room, he poured himself a glass of water, hung his coat on the hanger beside him, and came to the desk to check the price of Bitcoin today.

Miyamizu Futaba, who was standing in the living room, naturally couldn't understand the red and green curves on the screen. After telling Xianren, she walked towards the bathroom, leaned back in the chair, and looked at the data on the screen in front of her. Xianren's expression was indifferent.

"The speed is still too slow. I don't know how long it will take to wait until it's really worth it. I'm going to buy all the remaining ones... Forget it, it's not worth it, and there's no need for it. I'll wait and see."

If you buy all the Bitcoins, after a period of time, even if you sell them, they cannot be quickly converted into usable cash. It is better to keep some.

"What is this? Has the desire in my heart suddenly been magnified? Now that I have it, I want more?"

Sitting in his room, watching the changing numbers in front of him, he sighed, closed the page, clicked on a random website, and read today's news...

Early morning, it's the weekend.

The wise man, who had nothing to do, looked at his mother who was at home, then slowly stood up from the edge of the bed, walked to the window, looked at the clear sky outside the window, and silently sat back on the edge of his bed.

"Are you going out today?"

"To that address?"

"Maybe I can go and have a look. I might be home on the weekends."

"are you going?"

"Today, I kind of want to go. Let's go today. How about you?"

It was clearly the wise man who asked the question, but was asked back by his mother. He didn't know what was there, so he sat quietly on the edge of the bed, thinking in his heart that it might affect his future, otherwise his mother would not have asked so seriously.

The things that were concealed before were probably related to this.

"Let's go later. There's no rush in this short time anyway. I have places to go and things to take care of."

"I understand."

Looking at her son, Miyamizu Futaba, who thought the wise man would be interested and head to that place, pursed her lips, nodded, and started preparing breakfast.

After breakfast, Xianren took care of the cleaning, while Miyamizu Futaba went out early to that place.

"Troublesome things."

He lowered his head to wash the dishes in his hands, put them away and put them in the cupboard. He went to the bathroom, returned to the living room, put on his clothes, and walked towards the door.

"Would you like to meet Ogihara Sayu?"

Forget it, the other party will probably be with Mito Yuge, so there is no need to meet him.

He paused for a moment, walked down the stairs, and headed towards the subway. He was going to go to the "coffee shop" to take a look.

After about half an hour of struggling, they arrived at the door of the 'coffee shop'. Xianren took out his key and opened the door in front of him. When he entered the house, the living room was still quiet, and the shoes at the door had not been touched. Maybe he hadn't woken up yet?

I walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and saw Futaba Rio sitting at the desk reading a book in her pajamas.

When entering the bedroom, the girl sitting in front of the desk also turned her head to glance at the wise man who entered the room. The gray-haired girl stared at the wise man, and the wise man was also looking at her in pajamas.

In the air-conditioned bedroom, Futaba Rio, wearing light pajamas, had her figure outlined with eye-catching curves, especially the part in front of her body. Looking at the part of the pajamas that was loose but not tight, he couldn't help but stare at it for a long time.

"I hope you can pay attention to some other details instead of staring at a girl with such rude eyes."

"I'm only like this when I'm with you. I always remain calm and rational with other people. And considering our relationship, this can't be considered rude, right?"

"It's the girls who decide what's considered rude or not."

Kento walked over to Futaba Rio and sat down. He looked at the coffee in her hand and then at the book in front of her. He couldn't help but pursed his lips slightly, revealing an interested expression.

"What kind of book is this?"

"Your book."

"Ok?"

He reached out and looked at the cover of the book, and was a little surprised to find that it was indeed his own book.

"It really is."

"There's no reason to deceive you about these little things, right?"

"No, I'm just a little surprised that you read my book. How do you feel about it? Does it look weird to you?"

"eccentric?"

Futaba Rio didn't know why Kento used the word "weird" to describe his own book. So far, apart from the very dark content of the book, there were no other problems.

"I don't feel anything weird, I just think it's a bit too deliberate. It was interesting at first, but it gets increasingly gloomy later on. The ending probably won't be any better, given how it's going now."

He gestured to the page he was looking at, and Xianren took a look at the content.

"Have you seen this? I won't spoil the content, you will find out if you read on."

Futaba Rio felt a little bored, but she didn't go straight to read the ending. She put the bookmark between the pages and closed it.

Bang.

"Let's wait and see next time."

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Thanks to Muci and Xiaoji Nihaodou for the monthly tickets and blades! Thanks to everyone for the recommendation votes!

Another year begins to sprout: 315. Buy a cheap apartment

"So far, a total of 50,000 copies of the new book have been printed, 30,000 copies of the first edition and 20,000 copies of the subsequent printing. This is the subsequent royalties income."

The amount of money deposited into the bank card is 1.6 million yen in total.

In the past, this might have made the wise man feel a little moved, but now, looking at this string of numbers, there was no big fluctuation in his heart. He took a look at it quietly and no longer cared about it.

"The sales of the new book still seem to be a little lacking."

"The previous book sold over 100,000 copies, but the new book has only barely reached 50,000 copies in just six months. To be honest, it's a bit difficult to surpass the first book."

Mari Fukaoka, who was sitting in the living room, heard Kento talking about the sales of the two books and told him the truth. She didn't understand whether Kento still cared about royalties and sales. From what he seemed, he didn't care much.

"Is it a content issue?"

"The subject matter is indeed not in line with the public's aesthetic taste. There are definitely readers who like this kind of subject matter, but as far as the general public is concerned, there may not be many people who like this kind of subject matter, which also limits sales."

“Doesn’t it conform to the public’s aesthetic standards?”

"Also, there are certain issues with publicity and promotion. Last time, it was because we happened to be on the show that we attracted other people's attention. Now that the promotion of the show is gone, it is understandable that sales have dropped."

Even though it is a late-night show, it has a considerable audience base. Moreover, the show is also very popular on the Internet. Of the more than 100,000 copies sold, at least 50,000 copies are due to the promotion of the show.

"It's essentially due to my own lack of ability. Unfortunately, I'm not an adult yet."

"Adulthood? What does this have to do with adulthood?"

In response, Xianren did not give any answer, but just smiled at Mari Fukaoka, which made Mari Fukaoka recall something that happened a long time ago.

It wasn't that long ago, it happened less than a year ago, but when she thinks back on it now, it seems like a very long time has passed. She looked at the young man in front of her and couldn't help but have a strange look on her face.

"Sensory?"

"Even if it's a sensory function, there's nothing wrong with that, right?"

"......"

Mari Kazeoka also did not expect that the boy in front of her had not yet given up the idea of becoming a erotic writer. He could obviously become an idol writer and use his appearance to boost sales, but he chose to become a "vulgar writer", which made Mari Kazeoka very confused.

Faced with the misunderstanding of his own editor, Xianren, who used to rely on being a functional writer to maintain his own food and clothing, was not prepared to explain. This was a little bit of his nostalgia for his past and a small commemorative wish.

“I was thinking about a new book, but after writing a paragraph, I felt completely lost and didn’t know how to continue.”

"Then take a good rest? There's no need for you to rush into publishing new works right now, right?"

"Too."

Leaning quietly on the soft sofa, he slowly raised his head and looked at the white ceiling. His inexplicably anxious mood gradually eased. He picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip of tea.

"Where's Machida?"

"She's gone to look after her own writer."

"Kasumigao Hill?"

"Well, I'm responsible for quite a few writers, but the only one I have a good relationship with and pay the most attention to is that girl named Kasumigaoka."

Mari Fukaoka did not deny it. She picked up the wine glass in front of her and took a small sip. Today was the weekend and she had nothing to do. She was free at home, so she poured herself some wine.

"Speaking of which, I heard your mother came to Tokyo? Why aren't you staying here alone instead of accompanying her?"

"She seemed to have someone she knew and was visiting Tokyo to see someone she knew. I had nothing else to do, so I came to see her."

"Hasn't she been told this?"

"No, if I tell her suddenly, she won't be able to accept it all at once. I'd better wait until everything is almost processed, and then reveal it to her bit by bit. I'm very troubled now, and if I tell her suddenly, she'll probably be a little confused. Rather than making her feel uneasy, it's better for me to bear this pain alone."

Although she spoke her true feelings, Mari Fukaoka felt helpless when listening to it. She felt like she was showing off, and the expression on her face gradually became subtle.

"Originally, I just wanted to live a peaceful and leisurely life, but now that it's within my reach, I suddenly feel confused and don't know what to do next."

"Now that I'm well-off, can't I focus more on writing? When I have nothing to do, I can go out and relax."

"Want to relax?"

I haven't thought about this for a long time, but I don't know where to go to relax for a while. I used to live in a peaceful town, and later came to a bustling city. I have experienced two non-intersecting worlds, and I don't have much interest in going to other places.

"spa."

Thinking of something, the wise man sitting in the living room suddenly whispered.

"spa?"

"I want to go to the hot springs."

"There are quite a few hot springs in Tokyo, right?"

"Yes, yes."

I opened the browser and typed in "hot springs", and a lot of information about hot springs in Tokyo quickly emerged. However, looking at the photos of those hot springs, I didn't feel the same.

"We'll see later. It's school season now, so even if we go, we won't be able to stay for too long."

"Hmm~"

Mari Fukaoka didn't comment, but just picked up the wine glass and drank it.

Footsteps were heard on the stairs outside the living room, and Rio Futaba walked out of the bedroom. She saw Mari Kazeoka sitting in the living room, and Kento looking down at his phone.

"It's almost noon and Machida's not here. Why don't the three of us go out for dinner together?"

"Feast?"

"Let's check out the restaurants nearby."

"Is there a restaurant nearby?"

"Going to a barbecue restaurant?"