People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"No. He was so angry at what I said that he broke his stick."

"strong."

This woman is amazing.

It really gave Lin Sen a little shock from Japan.

While I was still savoring the moment, someone had already changed his sitting position impatiently.

"So, why didn't you rush to run away today, but instead you were interested in my ugly face?"

"what."

Lin Sen didn't waste any time and moved a stool to sit on the same side with her.

The spacing was reduced from two meters to one and a half meters.

"Actually, I have something I want to consult."

"Social Phobia-kun could have taken action ten minutes ago."

"Mine, mine."

Sasakawa Rie lowered her lips.

But I still took the initiative to continue the topic.

"ask."

With permission, Lin Sen organized his words in a very short time.

"That is, based on Editor Sasakawa's experience, after reviewing all my works so far, do they have any commercial value?"

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"So, even before the book was published, Mr. Daydream was already imagining a future where it would become an instant hit and top the bestseller list?"

"Then you can put my handsome photo on the cover page and introduce yourself as a famous writer."

Lin Sen nodded as he listened to the words.

Let the annoyed female editor glance at me.

"You'll charm thousands of girls with your innocent eyes, transform yourself into a playboy-like figure in the literary world, and have a dazzling romance with a famous entertainment star, reaching the pinnacle of your life?"

"That sounds beautiful."

"Yeah. Are you moved?"

"Move, move, you can move."

Make it look like the real thing.

play.

I just followed the conversation and let the other person vent his discomfort at being stared at until he finally got a frank answer.

"I can't quite say."

The female editor stirred the black tea in the cup on the table with a small spoon, and her expression gradually became distracted.

"From a reader's perspective, I will buy your books. From an editor's perspective, I'm also optimistic about these works. But to be honest, I've emphasized to you many times what my vision represents. I think you all understand, right?"

"So there's no chance of making any money at all?"

"I can't say for sure." Sasagawa Rie pursed her lips after sighing, "Maybe?"

As if she was in the mood, she cleared her throat again.

"Mr. Goki's writing is simple. His simple words may not immediately grab the reader's attention. But if you savor it carefully, you will be moved by its sincerity."

The female editor tapped the table lightly with her slender fingers, pretending to talk at first.

"The same is true for the plot. The straightforward narrative at the beginning may seem boring, but it's actually a cumulative accumulation of emotions. Only those with sufficient patience can finally reap the fruits of the gradual growth."

Then, a light flashed in his eyes, and he entered a more serious analysis mode:

"The relationship between the hero and heroine is even more elaborately designed, mostly through the description of their daily life. Even until the ending, readers are surprised to find that their feelings have gradually reached a certain level, which is really wonderful."

Then, a sudden knocking sound startled Lin Sen a little.

"the most important is!"

As if to emphasize a key point, the female editor's eyes suddenly narrowed, her voice rising a few notches. "The ending isn't some Shakespearean tragedy, nor does it contain any pointed criticism. Instead, it has a slightly bittersweet, lemon-water-sweet flavor that I love the most. In my opinion, as long as this kind of work remains in the market for a sufficient amount of time, it will surely attract readers who truly appreciate it."

"Ah ha ha."

Praise sounds more like the reason for failure.

Lin Sen, with a dry laugh, tried to translate the words of this emotionally charged young woman:

[The beginning fails to capture the reader, and the writing is only slightly emotional.]

[The plot lacks any exciting moments, and the whole process is like drinking soup. People without patience will probably throw it away after watching the beginning.]

[The romance between the male and female protagonists was not compelling enough, and I didn't feel like I was in love after watching it.]

[The ending is even more ridiculous, lacking any deep meaning, reflecting no social phenomena, and only a pitiful bit of humanistic concern.]

[Identified as pure literature to enjoy while eating.]

[This is a self-congratulatory work that only people with unique tastes like Sasagawa Rimei would recognize.]

Damn it, the more I translate, the more desperate I become.

I couldn't help but cover my forehead.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a hint of unconcealed curiosity in the cold eyes of the person next to him.

Flashing quietly.

Lin Sen understood the intention.

"Editor Sasakawa, do you think that I have finished asking questions and it's your turn?"

"Yes. Why are you worried about the book's performance today?"

"how to say."

The young man put down the ballpoint pen that was spinning in his hand and stood up under the gaze of the editor-in-chief.

Perhaps he thought of something and chuckled to himself.

Pupils out of focus.

"I'm tired of playing it down. I suddenly want to live a life worthy of myself. I also want to flap my wings and see how much I weigh."

Sasagawa Rimei looked up at the expression for a while, then shifted her gaze to the side.

"Like this." She held up the manuscript on the table, pinched the stack of papers with both hands, and straightened it out a few times.

Combining with the content of today's manuscript, the other person's thoughts gradually emerged in my mind.

[If I become stronger, I can provide more help and support to the girl with whom I already rely on each other.]

This is the truth reflected by the words, right?

Ok.

Perhaps it was because the prodigal son's return plot was so endearing. From an angle where no one could see, the woman, who usually never smiled, seemed to slightly raise the corner of her mouth.

It is not easy to detect, but it is quickly smoothed over, and it becomes a world-weary face again.

By the way, I remembered something.

"In that case, I have some good news for Mr. Itsuki. 'The Last Kiss', written by you, is available today at our publishing house's partner bookstores. The first edition has a total of 10,000 copies."

"!"

Chapter 40: Set Sail or Fail

Less than a month after I first stepped into the editorial department, the first edition of the book was printed.

Lin Sen was surprised by the acceleration when the accelerator was fully pressed.

"This process is incredibly fast. I've always thought publishing would take months."

It was said to be the result of a series of coincidences. It was the annual review season, and the editorial department was not accepting new submissions, and old manuscripts were stuck with the various editors.

The review editor was so bored that he wanted to go out for a walk. In just a few minutes, he finished Lin Sen's novel, which was forced upon him by someone with connections.

A few days after the review was completed, the publisher happened to be applying for a new batch of book numbers. So the official manuscript that had been reviewed was inexplicably mixed into the queue and caught the last train.

I thought the application process would take ten days or half a month as usual, but on the third day after submitting it, Luoying brought me a message.

[It doesn't matter, I'll take action.]

[——Japanese Book Number Management Center]

ISBN obtained.

The next step was even more remarkable. The printing house they were collaborating with had some leftover scraps from their previous batch of bestsellers. Clearly not enough to print another hit, this new author's first attempt at a waste recycling project became the perfect outcome.

Brand new from the factory, not even warm yet.

A rack was put up on the spot.

"Why does it sound so outrageous?"

"So, since Langzijun's journey to stir up trouble in the literary world has begun."

Sasagawa Rio folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, raising one hand and waving it lightly with an expressionless face.

A cold glance from the side.

"Don't disturb the peace here."

The order to expel the guest was given, and Lin Sen stood up accordingly.

The next sentence was somewhat unexpected to the female editor.

The young man's expression was formal and his demeanor was solemn.

The tone is sincere.

It is very different from the previous offline style.

"Thank you so much." He leaned forward a little. "I'll trouble you, Sasakawa, to edit this. Thank you for your concern. I will do my best to live up to your expectations."

"."

First there was silence.

Then, the flamingo turned its head away.

"Don't misunderstand me. It's just my job description. It's just a coincidence. I didn't do anything special for you."

"I was just offering some understandable words of gratitude. I'm deeply honored that my work has been praised by Editor Sasakawa."

"Tsk."

For some reason, the aloof lady's reaction was strangely intense. She smacked her lips, reached out and grabbed Lin Sen's arm, forcing him to turn around.

There was a push from my back.

"Stop being disgusting, Sentimental-kun. I'm going to throw up."

"Ok."

She continued to maintain zero eye contact until the figure who looked back every few steps with a curious look on his face disappeared from the editorial office, and then Sasagawa Riya turned her face back to the right.

Support your chin with your half-curled palm to hide the curve that can no longer be concealed.

"This sly fellow. He looks careless, but he actually knows how to think well of others."

But then he thought of something bad, and his smile gradually disappeared.

Pick up the cold black tea.

"That's right, it should be a shock."

She'd seen it too many times.

I went to the cooperative bookstore with great enthusiasm, but returned dejectedly when I found that no one was interested in my books.

As I thought about it, sighs came to my mind.