I don't want to fall in love when I come to the moon world

Put down your hand, then raise it and lift up the hair in front of you that has been wiped clean.

She looked at herself in the mirror as if she was looking at another person, but the other person was herself, a different self.

Just like the other self she faced not long ago.

Is she...addicted?

The first time, and then this is the second time.

That feeling is extremely wonderful.

It's not that she knows nothing. Perhaps it is precisely because she knows everything that her mood at this moment is particularly complicated.

Her beautiful hands gently stroked her face, and her rosy cheeks looked so flawless.

"I have to go to work."

Murmuring softly, accompanied by a chuckle, the girl in the mirror was stunningly beautiful.

Wearing soft slippers on the clean stairs, Zi Yi held the snacks she had bought and hummed a melodious tune.

The time now is past nine o'clock, half an hour later than the original plan.

Of course, this is wasted time.

So I had to put off doing the laundry.

There is a washing machine at home, so she can just throw the clothes to be washed into the washing machine, and then throw the next work to the washing machine. She just needs to find a time later to take out the clothes that have been washed in the washing machine and hang them up to dry.

But based on the principle of not being disturbed while writing, Ziyi chose to put this simple matter aside until tomorrow.

[四九三] As long as she still remembers?

By the way, she should have bought a note today so that she could remind herself what she hadn't done and when she needed to finish it.

But she had totally forgotten about it.

But it has come to this, so I'll just remember this for next time.

He put down one hand and opened the door to his room.

There was no change from before I left, except for a pair of white stockings.

When going out, this pair of white stockings lost to the black stockings that were already lying in the basket, so it is still lying there.

Anyway, just leave it there for now. You can wear it tomorrow anyway.

Without paying much attention, Zi Yi put the snacks in his hand on the large computer desk and came to the chair.

She reached out and pressed the power button on the computer. As the host computer lit up with a simple white scrolling light, the monitor also lit up.

Use the mouse to open the chat file, then the document.

All in one go.

But then one or two chat windows popped up.

"Ugh?"

Zi Yi blinked, and his face, which originally had a faint smile, suddenly became expressionless.

Looking at the notes on the chat window, especially the plain smiling face avatar, my good mood suddenly dimmed a bit.

Editor Machida is really dedicated...

It's a disgusting feeling, but I have to say that the editor in charge of her, Machida, is very dedicated and a very nice person.

Of course, this is only good if she, as a light novel author, can submit her manuscripts on time every time!

If not...haha, then you can't blame her editor Machida.

She knew it, but that didn't stop her from hating the feeling.

Looking at the message sent by Editor Machida, Zi Yi quickly lost interest.

He is just here to urge me to submit my manuscript.

After all, there are only two days left until the final deadline.

Today is one day, tomorrow is one day, and the morning of the day after tomorrow can barely be considered half a day, but strictly speaking, it has exceeded the stipulated time.

After thinking for a moment, Zi Yi's fingers began to tap on the keyboard flexibly.

The keyboard axis makes a sound similar to mahjong when struck, but it is much smaller and sounds more comfortable.

That's not the point.

Looking at the text he had typed, Zi Yi examined it and then sent it out, then directly made the account invisible, not intending to continue to face the "storm" that would come from his editor in the future!

As for the other...

After a quick look, I think I'm her...fan?

Although they are in the same industry, she is indeed the other party's senior.

Her name is Xia. She is a writer who serializes short films on small websites and she has just started working in the industry.

I wanted to become a light novel writer because I was her fan from a very early time and was attracted by her writing style...

It may be questionable whether she was attracted by the writing style. Looking back at the writing style of her first light novel, she herself felt that it was terrible.

Although there has been some improvement since then, it is still only at an average or even lower level among Japan's light novel authors.

So she didn't know how her writing style attracted the other party, but the other party was indeed her fan. He had all the physical books she published by the library, and even spent a lot of money to buy the draft of her first light novel, and the price he offered was enough to scare people.

After all, the so-called draft was just a draft, and it was not originally intended to be released. However, this fan had been leaving messages on her personal homepage for a long time. After seeing this, editor Machida asked her to send the manuscript as a small surprise, and then it was directly bought by the fan...

It's quite magical.

There are even more magical things.

But there is no point in saying this now, because the other party is indeed her fan. Although it is a bit strange, he is also a light novel writer now. Even if they do not belong to the same library, but as a senior, she still chooses to teach the other party some techniques in light novel writing.

And then there's what's happening now.

Looking at the message the other party left for him and the document sent to him, Zi Yi did not click to receive, but looked at the other party's status bar at the moment.

Not online, are you taking a break now?

Although it’s just past nine o’clock, some people have very early sleep and rest schedules.

So reply later.

My own affairs are more important now.

And they are all short stories, so they don’t take much time.

Clicking on his own document, Zi Yi rubbed his hands, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

Look, I’m going to take you down completely today!

In the brightly lit room, the sound of keyboard tapping can be heard one after another, and on the other side is the headquarters of the Fuzugawa Bunko in the big city of Tokyo.

Because of the changes in Fuzugawa Bunko in recent days, Machida Sonoko, who originally worked at the Chiba branch, had to come to Tokyo for a meeting.

The meeting has ended and the next arrangements for the library have become clear.

To put it simply, there hasn't been much change, at least for editors like them, the work remains the same, except that there are fewer conflicting indicators.

It's really surprising that someone bought three-quarters of Japan's library at once and integrated them together.

The former mortal enemy Dengeki Bunko has also become a member of it. Now everyone is eating from the same bowl of rice. From former competitors to colleagues in different rooms, this feeling is still a bit subtle.

Walking out of the bathroom, putting a towel over her shoulders, Machida Sonoko stretched her arms and slightly stretched her body.

Check the news and then go to rest. You have to get up early tomorrow to take the bus back to Chiba.

Not only that, the transfer arrangement should be coming soon. If nothing unexpected happens, I should go to Izu to serve as the editor-in-chief of the branch, which can be considered a promotion, but it's a bit far away.

But Izu is a great place!

Thinking of this, the smile on Machida Sonoko's face brightened a little.

Sitting on the bed, he took the notebook that had been placed on the quilt.

Open it, unlock it, and several chat windows pop up.

Machida Sonoko looked at them one by one, and found that they were all authors who came to ask questions.

They were all small questions. I tapped my fingers on the keyboard, gave an answer, and then crossed it out and moved on to the next one.

Soon, a familiar guy appeared in Machida Sonoko's eyes.

She first smiled helplessly, then frowned slightly, and then widened her eyes.

"You're still using this trick!"

9. Morning in Sorumi-cho

"Morning?"

The early morning sun shines through the window screen, slightly illuminating the girl's face.

The girl with half-opened eyes looked a little confused.

"Morning...?"

She questioned again, and as she raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, the subtle pain made her a little more awake.

You shouldn't rub your eyes!

"Yes, it's morning."

It was completely a question I asked myself and I answered it myself, as the pair of white legs left the warm bed and were exposed to the somewhat cold air.

The stimulating coldness made Zi Yi's still confused consciousness a little clearer.

In the morning of early spring, the air still has some winter characteristics.

I subconsciously touched my legs, using friction to neutralize the coldness of the air.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the computer opposite me was still on.

Unlike its owner who had a good sleep, it stayed awake all night and spent the whole night working hard and boringly.

The so-called... standby!

I was so tired last night that I didn’t even bother to turn off my phone. I got up from my chair in a daze and fell into the warm bed.

Anyway...what time is it now?

The computer was right in front of her, but her blurry vision prevented her from seeing the time in the lower right corner of the monitor. Her eyes moved to the bedside table, and the mobile phone that she usually placed there to charge was gone. She only saw a line!

Zi Yi suddenly remembered that she had left her cell phone on the table last night.

So we still have to go...

Zi Yi sighed softly, and with some inexplicable reluctance, she stood up and walked towards the computer desk with a slightly shaky figure.

The phone is there, placed on the host.

Pick it up, light it up, and squint at it.

It's just past six o'clock...

So early?

The quilt that had been lifted was closed again, and the girl closed her eyes, revealing a peaceful sleeping face.

If it’s just past six o’clock, then go back to sleep for a while. Today is the last day of the weekend!

The girl's computer was already dim, and after a busy night it could finally take a break.

As for that phone?

It had been thrown somewhere, and the screen that lit up from time to time reminded the hostess who was squinting her eyes and stepping into her dream again that the battery was running low.

On the other hand, editor Sonoko Machida got up early and took the train back.

On the train, she held her notebook and waited for the so-called documents with an expressionless face.

Is this guy kidding me?

Looking at the time stamp on the chat message, the message was sent at around four in the morning last night.

Needless to say, the guy who likes to procrastinate on his manuscripts was staying up late last night to finish it, and he was so sleepy that he sent her a message saying that he had finished it, and then there was no news from him.