People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Looking at the somewhat stiff figure with its back turned away, the girl couldn't help but smile slightly.

I guess I helped him.

Also good.

The breeze that brought the coolness of the midnight air returned, bringing with it a pleasant warmth.

"Meow~"

In the distance, two cats were approaching, tapping their tails.

The girl tilted her head back and gazed at the same starry sky as the people around her.

"Tomorrow will be better, too, Senior."

"I think so."

Chapter 45: Be decent on the way to finding answers

Will tomorrow really be better?

After a few years, the answer was a resounding no.

A person who has been cursed by two generations of Japanese people and is almost infamous for eternity will appear on the stage of history.

In the parallel world of his previous life, his surname was Sanye and his given name was Kang.

The then-governor of the Bank of Japan in the late 1980s raised interest rates five times shortly after taking office.

Just fill it up, full to the brim.

As a result, a large amount of hot money flowed back and moved back to the comfortable and peaceful banks.

The blood flowing in the shaky real estate and stock markets was completely drained away, and they collapsed. The entire island nation ushered in a glorious thirty years of loss.

All the prosperous scenes were shattered into dust.

Countless married office workers are bent over by the heavy reality, have to sew up their mouths, and become social animals who work in circles day and night.

The confident and proud Tokyo women also turned back into obedient housewives.

Even graduates from prestigious universities could no longer find suitable jobs and became completely decadent and lost in alcoholism.

The stock warriors who once shouted "Buffett was able to win 37 million with 200,000, so it is not a problem for us old Tokyo to win 500,000 with 150,000 US dollars!" finally changed their bold and unrestrained tone, stood on the rooftop and said with a smile "In four years, I will be four years old!" as their last words.

Miserable.

It's the kind of doomsday that makes me feel an unstoppable urge to enjoy it even before I start thinking about it.

Fortunately, there are still about six years before the real destruction.

This year, nineteen eighty-six.

The people of the prosperous age were not awakened until three years later in 1989.

It would not be until the end of 1991 that the country was completely defeated.

At least for now, the future of the times is still on the rise.

Lin Sen admitted that he was a bit arrogant and was the kind of person who just lived from day to day.

But deep in the soul of this alien world and country, there is still a way of thinking that prepares for the future.

That is something that will not be thrown away even if the bones and blood are recast.

Gradually recovering from the brief confusion after crossing over, I picked up this nature.

“It’s time to plan for the future.”

Of course you can work and just get by.

But we must also find the right path for the future.

There are two most important moments in a person's life.

The first is when you are born into this world. The other is when you deeply understand why you were born.

Lin Sen in his previous life found the answer.

In that world, he was born to be a champion.

Although I won the runner-up for my entire life, it also marked the end of that struggle.

But I haven’t found the direction in this life.

But one thing is clear.

That is, before he finds the hidden ultimate answer to life.

You must live well.

The tide of the times is unavoidable. Everyone will face disaster, but Lin Sen can find a way to avoid such embarrassment.

And the way of salvation—

Right now.

The sunlight in the editorial office this morning was a little soft, just like the gentle breeze last night.

Lin Sen flipped through the pile of manuscripts in front of him.

Suddenly, my face felt wet and burning, as the green tea steam from next door condensed on my cheeks.

Normally, he would have been disturbed. But today, he just lowered his head and continued writing, as if he was oblivious to the disturbance.

I have never felt such a focused emotion.

I think that's the kind of person who, when he's determined to do something, will work hard to carry it out, regardless of whether he likes it or not.

Until something that you should love more occupies your heart, you will abandon it without hesitation.

Just like in my previous life, before diving into the e-sports trend, I still worked hard to get a diploma.

Chasing your dreams doesn't mean being blind.

Only when you are clear-headed enough can you be more determined.

I sat there for a long time without realizing it, until the aroma of lunch filled the air, and until someone opposite me couldn't stand it anymore.

"I say, what's going on with Mr. Chouqin today?"

"what."

Having just fallen from the state of ecstasy, Lin Sen looked up in a daze.

The blurry scene around me became clear again.

His eyes fell on the hands of the clock on the wall.

half past twelve.

"Why does it feel like time has passed so quickly? I haven't written much yet."

This sentence made the person sitting opposite frown.

"Really? My assessment is that Mr. Sleepwalker can take a look at his own desktop."

I lowered my head following the female editor's instructions, and was shocked and surprised.

"this."

The table was almost full of scattered papers, all of which were covered with dense words.

I wrote so much today without realizing it?

Before I could get excited, I was interrupted by another kind of pain.

"hiss."

Wrists, fingers.

Old waist and old neck.

The soreness and swelling are unbearable.

There was a constant stinging sensation on the palm of my hand, which made my scalp tingle.

He quickly stepped back a short distance to move the chair with wheels away, bent over and grinned, the muscles on his cheeks almost out of control.

"Are you okay?"

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I vaguely felt a tall figure appear beside me.

With his hands shoved into the pockets of his blazer, his tone was cold yet tinged with concern.

Lin Sen quickly waved his hands.

"I'm fine. Maybe I stayed in one position for too long."

When I looked up again, I found that Ms. Flamingo had sat back down opposite me.

It is a classic pose of hugging the chest and turning away the face.

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"So, why did Psycho-kun suddenly produce so much today? Was he stimulated?"

"I don't know, maybe."

Lin Sen gave an ambiguous answer as soon as he opened his mouth.

Sasagawa Rio didn't ask any further questions immediately.

He just glanced at her coldly, and a hint of hidden worry flashed across his eyes.

Recover quickly.

"Did you go to the bookstore yesterday to check on the situation? How were the sales?"

"My assessment is, I don't know. I just went for a walk and left. Maybe it's good?"

Ok.

It seems that he went to witness it, but he is still unwilling to accept it and is being stubborn.

It seems that he was stimulated by the sight of no one paying attention?

Sasakawa Rie secretly sighed.

But he raised his eyes again and looked at the young man who was tapping his shoulder.

But it's also quite strange.

Most people would subconsciously give up when stimulated by bad results, but this guy was different.

Instead, it became even more exciting.

This guy is really different from ordinary people.

I can only say that, as expected, he has returned from a bath in Tokyo Bay, and he looks like a completely different person.

I thought so deeply that I even laughed at myself.

"It's rare to see Editor Sasakawa so cheerful. Did you remember anything happy?"

"Uh-huh?"

I took the manuscript handed to me in a good mood, only to find something strange.

Turn sideways and look up.

What caught my eye was the expression of the person who handed me the manuscript.

Confused.

Maybe a little curious.

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For a moment, the color on Ms. Flamingo's face seemed to turn back to its original color.

He quickly turned sideways to hide his cheeks which were beginning to feel hot.

There was a hint of exasperation in Qingjun's tone.