Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

Naoko Hayakawa joined the topic at the right time.

"Well, I don't know."

Watanabe Yu shook his head without changing his expression.

"I thought you knew that." Hayakawa Naoko sighed with a little regret, "After all, I haven't seen Yuki holding her phone and participating in the class group discussion so happily for a long time."

She really wanted to know what her daughter was talking about, she was so happy.

"..."

Yuki Hayakawa suddenly felt like burying her head in the ground.

Talking about photos in front of the owner, this is no joke!

She is not Takakura Maki, who can say to the person concerned, "Watanabe-san, that photo of yours is really handsome!"

"By the way, I heard from Hayakawa-san that when you were young, you were a very famous all-round singer."

Watanabe Yu did not dwell on this topic, but instead brought up a new topic.

"I guess so, but that's all in the past."

Naoko Hayakawa nodded, then looked at Watanabe Yu in confusion. She didn't understand why the other party suddenly brought up this matter.

"Then can you teach me singing and basic musical instruments?"

Watanabe Yu expressed his thoughts directly.

"Why did you suddenly think of learning this?" The doubt in Hayakawa Naoko's eyes disappeared, replaced by curiosity, "I heard from Yuki that you are very talented in studying. Isn't it good to focus on your studies?"

Are clubs youthful? They are indeed youthful.

But everyone knows that if you want to get into a good school, it is far from enough to just be "youthful enough". If you can't rely on clubs to enter national competitions and win gold and silver medals, then you need to show real results in your studies.

If you just follow your temper, then your youth will really be over.

"I still have some free time in my first year of high school, so I want to make good use of this time to learn something that interests me."

Watanabe Yu said this half-truthfully.

At this time, some modification is still needed.

You can't just say that you have a song in your head that will be a huge hit in this world, so you have to find a way to make it happen.

"If that's the case, then it's fine." Naoko Hayakawa nodded, "But as for musical instruments... I may have to wait until I close the flower shop every day before I have time."

She opened her own flower shop, not for profit, but just to kill time.

But just like the saying goes, an unexpected result may bring good luck. She didn't go there with the purpose of making a lot of money, but the flower shop business became better and better, so good that it even exceeded her expectations.

"Do you have any musical instruments here?"

Watanabe Yu asked thoughtfully.

"Of course there is." Hayakawa Yuki pursed her lips, turned around, and pointed to the small door next to the living room. "It has everything you need, even a standard recording studio."

This is why Naoko Hayakawa went to such great lengths to hire that particularly famous designer, so that she could fit the recording studio in with the most reasonable design without affecting its normal functions.

"what?"

Watanabe Yu's expression suddenly became interesting.

He suddenly felt sleepy, and immediately someone brought him a pillow, which was a great pleasure.

"If I have nothing to do, I'd like to take a look at it. It's a way to reminisce about the past."

Naoko Hayakawa misunderstood Watanabe Yu's expression and opened her mouth to explain.

In fact, she also knew that she missed that stage very much, but at the same time, she knew even more clearly that she could never go back.

"I understand you." Watanabe Yu paused, "Life is like a train that keeps moving forward. After making a choice at a certain point, the direction of travel may drift away from the original goal.

"Although I can't go back, it's okay to reminisce occasionally."

He was very touched by this.

The things that I couldn’t afford at the age of seventeen, I got easily at the age of twenty-five, but my current state of mind can never go back to that time.

Hearing this, Naoko Hayakawa fell silent.

Watanabe Yu's words touched her heart.

"As for time, well..."

Watanabe Yuu looked unusually embarrassed.

The earliest he could make time to study would be next Saturday or the next weekend, but the problem was that he made this request now, and the most important thing was that Hayakawa Naoko agreed so readily that he was embarrassed to say the next words.

"It all depends on your convenience." Hayakawa Naoko raised her eyes and gave Watanabe Yu an understanding look, "I have more time."

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."

Watanabe Yu took over the conversation and took advantage of the situation.

"It's not a big deal." Naoko Hayakawa smiled. "Didn't I just tell you that if you need my help, just ask."

2/2

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Chapter 21: Plans always fail to keep up with changes

It started to drizzle in Tokyo after nightfall.

Amid the bleak spring rain, a taxi drove along a residential road at night. Its tires rolled over the road, making a series of wet "rustling" sounds.

Watanabe Yu sat cross-legged in front of the small square table, typing rapidly on the keyboard while glancing at the time displayed on the lower right corner of the screen.

It's already half past one in the morning.

He originally planned to get off work at 11 o'clock at night.

Unfortunately, the plan could not keep up with the changes.

At eleven o'clock, there were only three final chapters left of "Norwegian Wood". In other words, as long as he tried hard, he could put this matter to rest tonight.

So he did it.

And I have been working on it until now.

call.

Watanabe slowly exhaled a breath, stopped what he was doing, moved his hands, and took a short rest.

Now he is becoming more and more adept at plagiarizing.

On the one hand, he is more familiar with the keyboard.

Before, he could only input about 7 words per minute, but now his speed has dropped to between and . This means that he can output more words per hour at least, which has increased his efficiency by %.

On the other hand, he is getting more and more into the state.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously moved back and then lay down on the tatami.

Looking back now, the lunch I had at Hayakawa’s house was a happy one.

Throughout the entire meal, he didn't feel the slightest bit restrained, and in the end, he even enjoyed it.

Firstly, Naoko Hayakawa has a very young mentality and she can understand what he means in many of his words. When communicating with her, she does not feel the pressure of communicating with elders but feels very relaxed. Secondly, in the presence of Naoko Hayakawa, the reserved Yuki Hayakawa also relaxes and returns to her former natural self.

When everyone is relaxed and having a good chat, it will be easy and pleasant to spend time together.

During the meal, Naoko Hayakawa even showed off a few of her skills, allowing him to truly experience what it was like to be a former all-round singer performing live.

Although the entire performance was only three minutes long, Naoko Hayakawa performed all the techniques that needed to be demonstrated with ease.

While playing the guitar with ease, she giggled and performed many transitions between true and false voices, spanning the vocal range, and using chest and head cavity resonance techniques, showing off her skills with ease.

What impressed him most was Naoko Hayakawa's voice.

Her voice is very, very recognizable.

It's the type that can catch people's ears with just one sentence.

It was really like God fed the food into her mouth with his own hands.

Yuki Hayakawa's evaluation of her mother is indeed not at all "mythical" and is not filtered by any means. What she said are all objective facts and are even very modest.

Anyway, based on his intuitive feeling after listening to the song as the only listener, Hayakawa Naoko's singing skills have exceeded the scope of his evaluation, and thousands of words can only be turned into four words.

Awesome, sounds good!

If he wasn't in a real hurry to finish copying the documents, he would have really rolled up his sleeves and said that it would be better to do it today than to wait for another day, so let's start the class today.

But unfortunately, there is no "if" in life. You have to eat your food bite by bite and walk your road step by step.

Ah.

Listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the awning, Watanabe Yu chuckled and sat back in front of the computer screen.

He patted his cheek lightly and turned his attention back to the screen in front of him.

In the room, the sound of keyboards rang out again.

Time passed by little by little, and paragraphs of text appeared on the screen.

Two o'clock in the morning.

[What caught my eye was a crowd of people who were going nowhere, walking past me in a hurry. And I could only stand in that unknown place, calling Midori's name non-stop.]

After typing the last two sentences of the text, Watanabe Yu stopped typing on the keyboard, leaned back, and let out a long sigh. Goose bumps unconsciously appeared on the skin of his neck, and then quickly disappeared.

As of now, "Norwegian Wood" has been declared completely completed.

After saving the document twice as usual, Watanabe Yu turned on the hotspot on his mobile phone, connected the computer to wifi, and then logged into the Akiba Bookstore website.

After confirming again and again that the webpage and the submission email address were correct, he randomly selected an editor who looked more pleasing to the eye, copied the other party's email address, and sent the manuscript and his contact information by email.

What happens next is nothing for him to worry about.

What he needs to do now is what he must do.

——It’s rest.

After turning off the computer and the lights, Watanabe Yu crawled into the bed that had been made long ago and closed his eyes.

"good night!"

As if a key word was triggered, after whispering this word, sleepiness surged up like a tide, and fatigue almost swallowed him up in an instant.

*

"What is this all about? Even if we are friendly to newcomers, we won't accept all manuscripts! You can't even explain it clearly, shouldn't you think about how to make it clear first?"

In an apartment building in Chiyoda Ward, Kuriyama Akie threw away the document, rubbed her hair vigorously, and complained in dissatisfaction.

Ever since Akiba Publishing House announced its policy of being friendly to new authors, the workload of editors like them has suddenly increased dramatically.

Yes, the president made adjustments to working hours simultaneously with the implementation of the policy.

They are allowed to be late three days a week as long as they clock in before noon. In addition, from the start to the end of the new policy, they will be given an additional 20% of their salary every month as a bonus.

Yes, with the salary increase, everyone will definitely be more motivated.

But many things follow a basic principle: money is hard to earn, but shit is hard to eat.

Akie Kuriyama could no longer remember how many manuscripts she had read today.

Her pupils were already beginning to dilate.

But her responsibility lies here. Even if the first paragraph of a manuscript makes her frown, she must hold her nose and bite the bullet and read at least 10,000 words before she can make a judgment.

This is the greatest torture.

"Oh, forget it, please invite the next person."