Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

At this distance, he could clearly smell the faint fragrance on her body.

"Then my suggestion is to wait a little longer." Amamiya Ayana met his gaze, her voice less soft and more serious, "Such an interview has positive significance for the current Norwegian Wood, but it won't play a big role."

"Yes."

This is where he hesitated.

"If it's just the icing on the cake, then why not leave this 'flower' for after the Naoki Prize?" Amamiya Ayana paused and analyzed it carefully, "The popularity of an author is not only determined by his works.

“It’s more important to look at the added value of their work, or to put it bluntly, what awards their work has won.

"For the same interview, one title is "Getting to know the bestselling author" and the other is "Exploring the youngest winner of the Naoki Prize". Which one do you think will attract more attention?"

"the latter."

Watanabe Yu gave the answer without thinking.

It's just like a sixteen-year-old JK girl on the bus having people...take turns giving up their seats for her.

"Yes, that's the truth." Amamiya Ayana nodded, "Then let's continue to dig deeper. What do you think is the biggest difference between writers who win the Naoki Prize and those who don't win the Naoki Prize, Yuu?"

“…The Naoki Award is more like an admission ticket, a ticket to enter a certain circle.”

Watanabe Yu said this.

Many times, when you achieve a certain accomplishment, it brings not only fame, but also a new social circle.

"Yes, after winning the Naoki Prize, you can accept an interview as a Naoki Prize-winning author. Whether it's fame or the icing on the cake, it will be much higher than what you are doing now. Taking advantage of the award ceremony, if nothing unexpected happens, it can also bring about another wave of sales."

Amemiya Ayana sat closer to Watanabe Yuu.

"Also, did the editor reveal the names of those media outlets?"

"some."

"Can you show it to me?"

"of course."

Watanabe Yu handed over the phone.

"Take Keihan Shimbun as an example." Amamiya Ayana introduced tactfully, "The main audience of this media is middle-aged and elderly people, and the well-known authors interviewed by them are mostly authors of this age group.

"Even so, those well-known authors were... badly evaluated.

“Those people were quite harsh in their words.

"If you accept the interview in your current capacity, you will probably face a lot of doubts."

She had put it as tactfully as possible.

Anyway, in her impression, the last famous author who was interviewed by Keihan Shimbun received very harsh comments.

——The reason is simple. The traditionalists felt that the famous author’s ideas were too new and contrary to their own, so they attacked him.

"The other two, the Japanese Times and the Nara Evening News, are considered mainstream media in terms of popularity, but they are relatively backward among all the mainstream media. Anyway, I personally think that Mr. Watanabe's first interview can be appropriately 'reserved'."

She handed the phone back to Watanabe Yu.

"Waiting for a good price at this time is a very good choice." Amamiya Ayana continued, "As for the text interview, you can give it a try. This is the icing on the cake that is only useful at this stage."

"Ok."

Watanabe Yu took the phone, replied to the message, and then put the phone away.

"That……"

"I'm a little tired."

The Saint Lady stepped back a little, then opened her arms to Watanabe Yu.

"This is?"

Watanabe Yu was stunned.

"Miss Saint is so sleepy, but she is still helping you analyze it so seriously. Shouldn't you give her some reward?"

Amamiya Ayana blinked and began to persuade her gently.

"You mean... a hug?"

"is it not OK?"

She asked.

"can."

Watanabe Yu grabbed her hand, exerted a little force, and then hugged the Saint Lady.

The warm and delicate body with a faint fragrance fell into his arms.

"That's right."

The Saint Miss closed her eyes comfortably.

The feeling of security I felt when I first crawled into his bed came over me.

She felt like she was soaking in a hot spring, bubbling with comfort.

"Hum~"

She gave a childish smirk and rested her chin on his shoulder, her long black hair gently tickling his neck.

next second.

She saw it clearly, and Mr. Troll subconsciously shrank back.

Then her smile became even brighter.

But you can't resist.

because……

"This is an equal exchange, don't you think?"

The Saint Lady spoke softly, applying a little more force to the fingers that were holding his back.

"My dear, Mr. Troll."

She moved her delicate red lips close to his ear and blew a breath mischievously, with the breath smelling like orchid.

Two-in-one, today's post is a little shorter, and the update is a little late, private Marseille (bow), because a friend is back from out of town, I have to pick him up, see you tomorrow~

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Chapter 123 You smell like her

It was fifteen minutes later when Watanabe Yu returned to the kitchen.

"Why are you back so late?"

Ryoko Hamabe slowed down the process of processing the ingredients, raised her eyebrows and looked at Watanabe Yu, with a bit more doubt in her eyes.

Although she had only moved in for one day, she knew everything about the second floor. Apart from the master bedroom where Yu was, there were three secondary bedrooms on the second floor. She chose one of them. In other words, Amamiya Ayana was left with only two options.

No matter how carefully you choose between two rooms, it shouldn't take half an hour.

“…We encountered some unexpected situations.”

Watanabe Yu raised his hand, took the black apron from the hook behind him, and put it on.

"Ayana is not satisfied with the two secondary bedrooms?"

Hamabe Ryoko withdrew her gaze and continued to prepare the ingredients.

This was the only possibility she could think of.

"No." Watanabe Yuu turned on the tap in front of the sink and washed his hands. Then he turned around and walked to the chopping board and started cutting the meat for tonight. "I just spent some time helping to clean the room and make the bed."

"You made her bed?"

There was a hint of surprise in Hamabe Ryoko's tone.

She observed very carefully. After lunch, the Saint Miss took over the job of washing the dishes, and her movements were quite quick and efficient.

In other words, people have had experience in this area.

Of course, she knew in her heart that this rich girl would probably just sit there and do whatever she wanted when she was at home, but with You, she believed that Ayana was not that kind of person.

This feeling became even stronger after the three of them went shopping for groceries together.

She even had a special sense of dislocation. She and the Saint Lady seemed to be quite similar, except that their life experiences were different, so their outward personalities were also different.

"She and I made the bed together," Yuu Watanabe explained. "You should understand that she does have little experience in this area."

"You can see it."

Hamabe Ryoko nodded, but she felt a little more confused.

Her intuition told her that things were not that simple.

But she didn't think too much about it. She put the processed ingredients into a plate, then took the plate to the sink. After finishing the final rinsing, her task for the day was over.

Crash.

She turned on the faucet, and a splashing sound rang out in the kitchen.

"But is this enough for tonight? I remember we had quite a lot of BBQ at that self-service BBQ."

She turned her head and looked at Watanabe Yu who was cutting beef.

"It's enough anyway. With the appetite of the three of us, it should be said that it's more than enough. Think about it, two pounds of beef, one pound of pork belly, plus half a pound of chicken wings, chicken legs, and seasonal vegetables and fruits. Ryoko, think about it carefully, is this not enough?"

The reason why Takakura Maki prepared so much that day was, on the one hand, because there were many people, and secondly, there were two men, Kiriyama and Ma, and the two of them together were working hard.

"Right."

Ryoko Hamabe turned off the faucet, drained the processed ingredients, and placed them next to the chopping board.

The distance between the two people was shortened a lot.

"But if it's really not enough, there's still time to add more after we finish eating. There's still a lot in the refrigerator."

Watanabe Yu put down the kitchen knife, gave Hamabe Ryoko a look that said "there is still a long way to go", and then put the chopped beef into a plate beside him.

"Yu."

Suddenly, Hamabe Ryoko frowned.

She smelled a faint scent that did not belong to him.

Yes, this light fragrance was not pungent or abrupt, and it was even a bit pleasant, but it destroyed the smell of the shower gel they were wearing, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

So the half hour that Ayana used to pull Yu up was spent on this?

"Ok?"

Watanabe Yuu responded.

"Would you like some drinks tonight? At home, I remember there are only barley tea and milk."

Hamabe Ryoko took a deep breath in her heart, and finally suppressed her anxiety, swallowing the words "You smell like her" back into her throat.

"Just drink barley tea." Watanabe Yu answered, "And there's still watermelon in the fridge? I can squeeze some watermelon juice as a drink."

They didn’t finish eating the watermelon from yesterday, so there was a lot left.

"The watermelon is for you to eat."

Hamabe Ryoko turned her head away like a child having a tantrum, and there was a hint of visible dissatisfaction in her slightly cold voice. Her short black hair covered the side of her face.

She was unwilling to squeeze the watermelon that she herself was reluctant to eat into juice and give it to Ayana Amamiya as a drink.

Maybe she was willing before.

But now, she is unwilling!

“We should eat together.”

Yuu Watanabe corrected her.

"……Um."