People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Lin Sen decided to put his utilitarianism aside for the time being.

What you should do is think carefully about what happened in your past life that is worth adapting, whether it is in your previous life or in the present.

I first pondered the days before my time travel. As a single person whose hobby is my profession, I couldn't find any experiences that would be suitable for my current creative goals.

There are too many factors beyond this era to explain.

I have no choice but to focus on the present world.

But in just over a week, what is there worth writing about?

I was a little confused, but as if by some strange coincidence, a profound picture suddenly appeared before my eyes.

At the tram stop, a simple, short-haired girl waved her monthly pass as she said goodbye. The morning light slanted across her faint smile, tinging it with a simple yet beautiful haze.

Then, the scene rewinds like a rewind, going back to the warm and noisy udon noodle shop, returning to the night with the sound of heavy rain outside the window, and stopping at the cup of fragrant oden shared at the door of the convenience store.

Like a fisherman rowing through the monotonous peach forest or passing through a dark mountain cave, it is a sudden enlightenment.

Got it!

The concrete past was like a channel connecting fantasy and reality. Then, inspiration surged like a mountain torrent, pouring into the ballpoint pen refill and transforming into pure black words on the manuscript paper.

Writing is like a spirit.

unstoppable.

Lin Sen gradually lost the sense of time passing.

There was a light of concentration shining in the young man's eyes, as dazzling as the stars in the dark night outside the window.

A striking expression suddenly appeared on his face, and under the warm white hanging lights, he looked like a perfect moving sculpture.

This completely different spirit from before made someone who was looking at him a little stunned.

“It seemed like I was completely immersed in it.”

Looking at the young man opposite her who was completely immersed in creative mode, Sasagawa Rio pursed her lips as she put down the tasteless book in her hand.

“I always feel that when he was writing, there was…light in his eyes.”

Considering his past experience of being addicted to gambling, it is hard not to be curious about one thing.

What on earth gave him the determination to climb out of the abyss?

The answer came at 8:40 in the evening.

A completed manuscript was handed over, with neat and vigorous handwriting arranged neatly.

Then, the young man, whose spirit had been distracted, yawned and turned around to leave.

“I haven’t reviewed it yet.”

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. It's a bit late."

"money..."

"Don't worry about that. You can give it to me all on the last day. I still have enough money to live on."

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He left without a second thought.

It wasn't until Lin Sen completely disappeared from the room that Sasagawa Rie reacted.

He was not in a hurry to ask for money, and his words and actions were casual and relaxed.

It seems that this person really quit gambling as he said.

So, the reason?

"All that can be said is contained in the manuscripts I gave you before."

The words the other person had said suddenly echoed in my ears.

Subconsciously clenching the manuscript in her hand, she lowered her head.

The usually aloof woman was now swallowing nervously like a child waiting for a Christmas present.

After finally calming her racing heartbeat and closing her eyes to relax her body, she lowered her head and focused her gaze on the manuscript in her hand.

The first page still bears a strong resemblance to Mr. Itsuki, with two sentences that stir up a wave of excitement and anticipation at first glance:

[For you who have lost your smile in these hustle and bustle days, I would like to offer you all the dazzling tomorrows you can imagine.]

[There's nothing to be afraid of. Come and hold my hand before you fall into the night that never breaks.]

[——"We Run Towards the Night"]

Chapter 20 Broken Chapter Dog

Lin Sen took a day off from Dragon Tiger House today, so he got home much earlier than usual.

Just after ten o'clock.

Normally, I wouldn't feel sleepy at all. But given my long-established night owl habits, I'm only just beginning to get excited.

But writing is obviously a mentally taxing job.

Lin Sen, who finally understood what it meant to be troublesome, now had only one thought in his mind.

Wash and sleep.

I used up all the hot water in the water heater, then lay down on the bed and started to daydream.

But at this moment, I heard the sound of a key opening the door next door.

"Cough cough cough."

After recognizing the other person's identity from the light cough, he couldn't help but frown.

Xiguo, is it so late today?

I realized that the girl with short hair went out almost at the same time as me every day, and often arrived home at the same time.

But Lin Sen is a flexible worker with a certain degree of freedom. During the day, he can find daily pay jobs as he pleases. If he feels tired, he can just go home at noon and lie down for two hours to relax.

Judging from his daily work attire, he should be a low-level employee in a company.

The poor guy who starts going to jail as soon as he gets to his seat early in the morning.

She works until midnight, which is different from Lin Sen's work until midnight.

The heart is much more tired.

The intensity is also great.

So, can you really withstand it?

This question was answered the next day when I woke up.

"morning."

"Good morning, senior..."

Her answer was noticeably weak, and the smile on her face seemed forced.

Occasionally we chat for a while, but his reactions are always slow or he answers irrelevant questions.

Then he belatedly realized that he had said something wrong, and corrected himself in panic like a little pet that had done something wrong.

An even stranger phenomenon occurred when passing by the construction site at the entrance.

Faced with the flying dust, the girl didn't even cover her mouth and nose at first, but just continued to cough stupidly. It was not until she was halfway there that she woke up from her dream, took out a mask from her bag, and hurriedly put it on her face.

"Cough cough..."

"Sore throat?"

"Um...ah! No no!"

He denied it stubbornly, then quietly suppressed the spasm in his throat.

His body began to tremble slightly periodically, and his face turned a little red.

Don’t want to make people worry?

Really, it’s not that bad.

Thanks to his experiences in his previous life, Lin Sen has rich experience in dealing with minor disasters and illnesses.

So he could tell at a glance that the cause of this hot cough was most likely fatigue and difficulty in coping with the weather changes after spring.

It's a normal reaction of the body being a little overwhelmed.

Lin Sen wanted to remind the girl to get some rest, but when he thought about the time she returned home last night, he immediately swallowed the useless nonsense.

The silence lasted until the moment of separation.

Lin Sen stood there with his hands on his hips, watching the girl's back disappear at the tram station entrance.

"Help her think of a solution."

Just consider it as a return gift for the apple you gave yourself last time.

Ok.

After wandering around, I found a fruit shop and suddenly inspiration came to me.

The shop owner who rushed in and grabbed the man carrying boxes began to ask.

"Are there any pears?"

"Yes, brother."

"Pick a few for me."

"Row."

After some careful selection, it was time to pay.

Then Lin Sen was stunned by the price.

"So expensive?"

"Look at where are the pears now? These are all from the freezer. If you think they're too expensive, I think they're too expensive too."

Although he was so tough in words, the fruit shop owner's momentum was obviously much weaker when facing Lin Sen, who was obviously knowledgeable about the business.

It wasn't very difficult to negotiate a price.

But before leaving, I saw the apples on the shelf and couldn't help but think of the one a girl gave me the night before.

It seems to be the same style.

Given Xiguo's honest nature, he wouldn't buy it at the original price, right?

If you think about it carefully, this is really possible.

This innocent child must have been sold by someone and is still helping to count the money.

I couldn't help but feel sympathy for the girl's wallet.

Sighing, I went to the supermarket to buy some rock sugar and lilies, and returned to the apartment door with a bag of fruit, intending to put it in the refrigerator first, but I unexpectedly ran into a rare species.

"Oh, you're going out in person today."

The golden-haired wild dog showed no intention of responding. She tightened the plastic bag in her arms and glanced at Lin Sen with a wary look.

Then, without saying a word, he walked around and ran out as if he was guarding against a thief.

But to be honest, this overly nervous posture actually makes people pay more attention to what she is hugging.

He shook his head, no longer caring, finished the things in his hands and went straight to the editorial department of a publishing house.

"Good morning, Editor Sasakawa."

"He's almost here on time for work. Mr. Itsuki is truly a typical unemployed vagrant."

Now the venom that no longer seems offensive even sounds a bit friendly.

"Yeah, yeah, how can a gambler without a college degree find a good job?"

He responded with self-deprecating remarks and was about to look directly at the female editor, but he found that the female editor sitting opposite him had turned her face away in advance.

"There's paper and pen at the table across from me, let's get started."