I won't be a loser.

After touching his eyes, the wise man didn't take it too seriously. Having some dark circles under the eyes was not a big deal.

"Is it for Miss Mari's new work?"

"Well, the new work is ready and I was going to give it to her, but why hasn't she come back yet?"

"Maybe something happened. They came back a little late while you were away. They'll probably be back around eight o'clock. They'll definitely be back."

Looking at the boy in front of her, Futaba Rio stretched out her hand and pressed Kento's head on her legs. Kento didn't know what Futaba Rio was going to do, but when he rested his head on her legs, he suddenly became quiet.

In the living room, at dusk.

The rosy glow outside the window fell on Futaba Rio's face. Xianren, with his head resting on her legs, looked at the girl's profile illuminated by the rosy glow and memorized this scene in his heart.

When Mari Kazeoka and Sonoko Machida returned, it was already dark.

"what time is it?"

"Ah, wow, our Mr. Welcome is here. Is there something wrong?"

Machida Sonoko reeked of alcohol, and when she saw Kento in the living room, she walked over and put her arms around Kento's neck. However, Kento didn't react to the smell of alcohol, but just silently pinched Machida Sonoko's nose.

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts!"

"Okay, Yuanzi, stop making trouble."

Mari Fukazaki stopped the noisy Machida Sonoko and looked at Kento who was sitting on the sofa.

"I'm sorry, Xianren. I haven't found anyone willing to accept the actress I asked you to investigate last time. I'm asking a friend I know for help."

"Excuse me, Mari-san, this is my new work."

"Ok?"

The document was pushed in front of Mari Fukaoka. She thought that Kento came to confirm with her because of the actress's matter, but when she saw the other party take out the document and tell her that it was a new work, Mari Fukaoka felt a little dizzy.

"New work?"

"It's about 10 words. Take a look."

"Wait a moment."

Mari Fukaoka, who had also drunk a little wine, went to the bathroom after hearing what Kento said, washed her face with cold water, calmed down, returned to the living room, and looked at the manuscript on the table.

She didn't know what the subject was, but she thought it had nothing to do with what Xianren had originally told her. She opened the file bag and took the document out.

In the living room, Machida Sonoko became a little quieter, and Yoshida Saki also finished her work. The three of them gathered together, and Fuuka Mari took out the manuscript and began to read it carefully.

At first, she didn't have any special reaction, but as she watched more and more content, the expression on her face gradually became richer.

It took about an hour to read the 10-word content. Kento took advantage of his free time to help prepare dinner, and Rio Futaba lent a hand. When dinner was ready, Mari Kazeoka was still looking at the manuscript in her hand and was not ready to eat.

The others waited for her.

Two hours later, Mari Fukaoka put down the content she was reading and fell into deep thought for a long time.

"how?"

"This is a bit unexpected. If I didn't know you didn't need it, I would have suspected that you had someone write it for you."

Thinking about what I just watched, and then looking at the boy in front of me, the content and style are completely different from my previous works.

“Is the style so obvious?”

"Well, the difference is huge. If this work is dessert, then your previous work is... the devilishly spicy ramen."

After a pause, Mari Fukaoka added something.

"Of course, you can still see some of your own style in it, it's not completely different!"

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"The style is quite different from the original, but the genre should be one that the market likes. Compared to the previous two works, the sales of this work may be higher."

After carefully reading Kento's work, Mari Fukaoka made her own judgment as an editor.

From a reader's perspective, Xianren himself does not like popular works and prefers niche works. However, from the author's perspective, he personally hopes that his works can receive more recognition.

Although this work cannot be completely considered his own work, even if it was written by 'Myamizu Kento', it is at least slightly different from his.

There are many people who hate themselves, and it is normal for a wise man to dislike the works he creates.

"Then, I'll leave the publication of this work to you, Sister Mari."

"Well, leave it to me."

Even though not all of Kento's works are big hits, thanks to Kento's works, Mari Fukaoka's position in Kaiosha is relatively stable. The fact that this work can now be sold normally is at least a credit to her.

After dealing with the work issues, all that remains is a normal meal.

When dinner was over, Kento said goodbye to Futaba Rio, and also said goodbye to the other three people, then went out to the nearby station.

When she returned to her apartment, Sanye was lying on the floor alone, staring at the light above her head. She didn't know what she was thinking about, or more likely, she was thinking about nothing. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she turned her head to look at the door.

As Xianren walked into the living room, she stretched out her hand and placed it on Xianren's ankle, forcing Xianren, who was about to hang his clothes on the hanger, to stop and look at his sister.

"what happened again?"

"whats the matter?"

"Work."

"About the new work?"

"What else could it be?"

Sanye loosened her hand, brought it in front of her, and sniffed it gently. There was no particularly strong smell. Compared to the smell of her wearing stockings and stepping on leather shoes with sweat on her feet, her brother's smell was already considered fragrant.

In the past, she was also skeptical. After trying the feeling of wearing stockings with leather shoes, Sanye decisively gave up stockings. But there was no way around leather shoes. Basically, people wore either sneakers or loafers, which are also called uniform shoes, to school.

But he still felt something was not very clean, so he got up from the ground, went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and returned to the room to look at his brother.

Xianren, who had already completed "Star Love", was also leaning on the chair in front of the desk. He looked like he was exhausted and lay on the chair without any movement.

Walking to Xianren's side, Mitsuha placed her hands on Xianren's shoulders and gently squeezed her brother's shoulders.

"How about it?"

"What are you worthy of?"

"The strength just now."

"good."

"That's too perfunctory—"

While shouting, Sanye increased the strength of his hands, which made Xianren roll his eyes. His strength was much greater and he felt a little bit refreshed, but it was still a little lacking. Perhaps this was the limit of an amateur.

It was just a momentary excitement. Sanye only persisted for less than a minute before she let go of her hands and gave up. She lay down on the seat with her hands on Xianren's shoulders.

"Ah—so boring."

"Dinner was eaten at Qingpu's house, right?"

"No, I went to the convenience store."

"That's it."

I thought Sanye would listen to my advice and go to Qingpu's house, but since she didn't go, it was Sanye's own choice, and Xianren couldn't comment too much.

He would not force his sister to do anything, nor would he impose his kindness on others. Perhaps because he had the experience of having kindness forced upon him, Xianren was always very free and casual with his sister.

"Chiba University, when you go there, you'll be a college student. Unlike high school students, you won't need to attend classes every day, right?"

"It's just a bit more free, but you still have to go to class."

"what--"

With a sigh, Sanye felt uncomfortable all over when she thought about going to class.

"It's a little uncomfortable to go to class, but it's also the only chance to change and choose your own life. If you want to sit in an office and become a popular urban beauty, the requirements for people are extremely high."

"I don't want to be an urban beauty, I just want to live a leisurely life in the city."

"Just the condition of leisure requires a lot of effort. Do you think your family will still give you living expenses after you graduate from school?"

"......"

After a moment of silence, Sanye thought about it and felt that it was impossible.

"If you stay in Itomori, you can still be an otaku at home, with your mother and grandmother taking care of you, but here in Tokyo, who can take care of you all the time?"

"Just living in Tokyo shouldn't be that difficult, right?"

"So what kind of work do you think you can do now?"

"..."

Sanye stood there and thought carefully. The only answers she could think of were convenience store employees and waiters in barbecue restaurants. She couldn't think of any other jobs for a moment.

"A convenience store employee's normal day shift is eight hours, and their hourly wage is around 1000 yen. Since they work 26 days a month, their monthly income is 20 yen."

Looking at Mitsuha who seemed to be hesitant to speak, Xianren added a sentence.

"Night shift income is about 1.5 times that of day shift, but at the same time, you have to face all kinds of physical and mental pressures to run the store alone at night. It's not an easy job. If you don't want to age prematurely, don't even think about working the night shift."

Mitsuha, who didn't want to say this, was choked by Xianren's words. She pursed her lips, wanted to say something, but fell silent again.

"Living alone means you have to deal with rent, utilities, and all sorts of other problems. For an apartment like mine, the monthly rent is over 100,000 yen. Can you afford it on your 200,000 yen monthly salary?"

"You don't have to live here, do you?"

"Yes, but there's no bathroom. It's about three square meters per room, and there's no kitchen counter. The monthly rent is around 30,000 yen, and you'll have to deal with all sorts of aging equipment and unsafe conditions."

Working iron men who are over 20 years old can give it a try. They can work a part-time day shift and a part-time night shift. I doubt whether there is anyone who can stick to this for a month.

Even if it was half a month, he suspected that someone would die suddenly from it.

For someone like her younger sister Sanye, a single night shift would probably make her collapse.

"Tokyo isn't Itomori. It's not a relaxed, laid-back place. You have to deal with all sorts of pressures every day. Without help from others, you'll be destroyed by life here."

"But don't I have you, my brother?"

"......"

"Are you going to leave me alone?"

"......"

The wise man sitting at the desk sighed, tilted his head, and slowly withdrew his gaze from Mitsuha's face.

"It all depends on whether you're suited to living in this city. If you're not, forcing yourself to stay will only lead to harm. Beneath the glittering backdrop of the city, you'll often find yourself just a fleeting fleeting creature struggling to survive."

It sounds reasonable, but Sanye doesn't understand. Her age and experience limit her cognition. The so-called insights can only be deeply remembered and engraved in her heart after she has experienced them personally and been hurt all over.

People who have not experienced it personally are like children who are always shouting that they need to grow up, and have no idea what they will face after they truly grow up.

He stood up, put one hand on Sanye's head and stroked it gently, then walked into the bathroom.

"......"

Looking at her brother's back, Sanye pursed her lips and said nothing more. She sat quietly in the seat where Xianren had originally sat.

At night, the two of them were still squeezed into one bed as usual. Mitsuha looked at her brother beside her, and her hand could not help but fall on his face, then pinched Xianren's nose. Xianren, who had not yet fallen asleep, felt the soft and delicate hands on his face and opened his mouth to breathe -

"Isn't this cheating?"

After turning off the lights, for some reason, even though it would not affect others, Sanye still lowered her voice involuntarily and questioned her brother.

"Then why did you pinch my nose?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Then let go."

"Hmm...tsk."

After thinking for a while, Sanye finally released her hand that was pinching Xianren's nose, and then wiped her hand on Xianren's body.

"..."

There was no more communication between the two. Xianren closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed. After a while, he couldn't help but open his eyes and looked at Sanye who was snuggling beside him before closing his eyes again.