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"Humph~"

"truth."

Miss Ito didn't say anything else and withdrew her hand from pulling his clothes.

Then carry it behind your back.

"However, what the senior said is also correct."

"I also hope that Senior can become better."

[Perhaps this is why our hearts are so close.]

[Written by Ito Nishika on April 18th.]

Chapter 5 When the reward is far less than the effort

[So, in that long night, I will have my own bright and shining light.]

[Because, even without the light, I can still catch a glimpse of you.]

[Shine brightly in your golden hour.]

[The long river of time also stagnated for you——]

[In your blooming season.]

Lin Sen stopped writing in the crowded lounge where an extra set of tables and chairs had been moved.

Waiting for the ink, as vivid as surging blood, to dry up.

“Great introduction.”

The young man nodded, but noticed a melancholy expression on the face of the woman sitting next to him on the overstuffed sofa.

Holding the final manuscript in hand, he bit his lower lip at the finished result.

"What do you think?"

Lin Sen asked the first reader of his true debut novel.

There was no answer for a long time.

Only after a long silence did a sigh come.

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Then Lin Sen waited for a pair of eyes to look at him.

“I feel that starting from this book, Mr. Goki’s style has undergone some amazing changes.”

"Of course. When I wrote the first few books, I wasn't who I am now. So, do you think it's better or worse?"

"Maybe it's better."

Sasagawa Rimei gave her affirmation, but her hands were clutching the manuscript paper where the ending was written, paying attention to every jumping word on it.

“But it’s really hard to suppress the emotions when reading it.”

She tried hard to control her emotions that were surging due to excessive involvement.

He forced out a trembling voice that pretended to be calm.

"Mr. Itsuki's previous works, by the time they reached their finale, had a bright and satisfying feeling born out of suffering. I used to really like that kind of ending. Because it embodies the fairy tales and dreams in everyone's life."

Then Lin Sen saw her put down the manuscript and purse her lower lip.

"But. In the ending of this new novel, I discovered something completely different. If I had to describe it, it's a beautiful sadness in the bright sunshine."

The woman with a stern appearance and a cold personality had a glint of emotion in her eyes.

She read softly from the book:

The evening breeze brought news of autumn. He noticed withered yellow leaves scattered around him. He reached out his hand, and one happened to land right in his. Then he looked up, and through the sparse gaps in the trees, he saw the fiery red trailing clouds in the sky, and the faint reflections of bright stars. Then he looked at her beside him, and she also followed his gaze.

"May you, under this fleeting glow, live the way you like."

The lyrical murmur was followed by silence with the head lowered.

This time the solidification time was longer, and there was even no movement during the process.

Lin Sen almost thought she was asleep or fainted.

Walk up to her and bend down to observe her.

"Are you okay?"

Then a hand grabbed his collar forcefully.

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"So, you old bastard Gomu, why didn't the hero and heroine confess their love to each other and become lovers in the ending? Why did they have to cherish the hope for each other's happiness and just remain friends, supporting each other all the time? This kind of relationship... is too beautiful, but also too painful, too painful!"

Lin Sen's eyes widened as he was swayed back and forth.

"So, Editor Sasakawa thinks this is a slightly tragic ending?"

"What else? This wonderful yet regretful feeling..."

From the female editor's expression, Lin Sen saw a kind of sadness of missing out on something beautiful.

"this."

Lin Sen felt that there seemed to be some misunderstanding.

So he sat back down.

Under someone's cold and fierce gaze, he gathered enough ammunition to argue in his cheeks.

"I think this arrangement is quite good. You see, although the two protagonists are not lovers, the pure and simple relationship between them is actually better than love born out of satisfying primitive desires."

"So if you arrange a plot for them to be together, will they die? Like in Mr. Itsuki's previous works."

Sasagawa Rio hugged her chest, but the young man just kept shaking his head.

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"It's unreasonable and doesn't conform to the content of the article."

Lin Sen analyzed them one by one for her.

"First, both of them had failed loves, were hurt by them, and even gave up their lives out of despair. Regardless, such a cracked thing is unworthy of matching the pure and perfect relationship between them. Would you put a thousand paper cranes made from scratch paper covered with words on your desk at home?"

The female editor showed a little hesitation.

But after a moment he glared at me.

"Crooked."

"Don't be impatient yet."

Lin Sen waved his hand.

"And the second point. I personally feel that this kind of confidant, or soul-sharing relationship, transcends the so-called lover."

It's closer to close friends who get along like family. There's less speculation, attempts to curry favor, and the whimsical intrigues of maneuvering. There's more of a frank, hand-in-hand connection, a shared heart to face life together.

It's like going out shopping and seeing something the other person likes.

When buying for a lover, I think in my heart that she will like me more because of the gift. But once the object is replaced by such a close friend, I feel the ordinary joy in my heart that only she will be happy about it.

This is, something different.

Lin Sen obviously thought the latter was more joyful.

But his ideas do not seem to be approved by the writer God, the trinity of financier, reader and editor.

"Although what you said is indeed very good, and I agree with it, but, Mr. Itsuki, you forgot one thing."

She stared at me with a serious look.

"Becoming lovers, as you said, may not make the story more reasonable or touching. However, what cannot be ignored is that it is a kind of comforting thing."

"Please speak."

Lin Sen sat up straight and extended his hand in invitation.

"First of all, you have to understand one thing, old thief. The readers are not you. They can't see the whole story."

Sasagawa Rimei lowered her cold voice.

"Based on your own real-life emotions or life experiences, you might consider this story's ending a happy one. However, readers, having invested their time and empathy in the story, naturally expect a greater reward than their investment. This is human nature."

The theory made Lin Sen nod thoughtfully.

"That's the truth. Only when you believe in your heart that what you're pursuing matches what you're about to do will you take action."

Then he was glared at again.

Today, Ms. Li Ya is wearing a red and black jacket, tight trousers and black running shoes.

She raised her thin arms and pinched her chin.

"You know this, too. So, putting yourself in the reader's shoes, while you're anticipating the story's direction and ending, you'll always feel a sense of worry or pain as if you're actually there."

The woman curled her lips, as if thinking about painful memories.

"Can they really be together? Will the old thief do something stupid? So, with this mentality, for a story that may have a happy ending but has a tortuous process, well-intentioned people will read it in worried silence, or offer encouragement, but even more arrogant people will hurl all the dirty words they can imagine at it."

She counted the words on her fingers.

"It's a literal, disgusting, pretentious, and completely useless piece of writing... They don't even have the patience to read the entire story. They just read a few sentences and then throw it away, then go on to repeat their own opinions over and over again to everyone. Guess what the performance of such books will be in the end?"

Lin Sen was amused:

"I understand...that's what I mean."

"So, you see, it's a very simple truth when analyzed."

Sasagawa Rimei sighed deeply.

"In fact, among the authors I've mentored, there are several with great potential. However, when they create, they not only bring in some ego like you, Mr. Goki, but also care about the revenue and reputation of their works."

"The failure of my academic performance was the first major blow. But it's nothing, because most people have the willpower to persevere. However, when a loud and insulting voice emerges from your small number of readers, it's a different story."

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"In my experience, the vast majority of readers are negative. Even if they don't know the full story, they tend to agree with criticism. As for praise and rebuttal, they are automatically filtered out by everyone. So, even if the criticism is only a quarter of the encouragement and approval, or even less, it can directly overshadow all the praise and is enough to discourage any interested new readers."

"So, imagine this. When an author sees the dismal sales of their work, hears the loud criticism they've received, and doesn't feel any hope for the future, what will their choice be?"

The woman cast a look of reproach mixed with worry on the face of the young man in front of her who was lost in thought.

She took a deep breath.

"Back to your book. Although from your perspective, this arrangement is reasonable and beautiful. But from the reader's perspective, they want more than just this pure emotion. It's like a child who doesn't get enough candy on Halloween."

"They worry. In the distant future, will this relationship fall apart due to an unexpected event? Will that ordinary yet lovely girl marry someone else, taking this beautiful promise with her? Or, will the protagonist grow tired of it and end this relationship, which is maintained solely by beautiful thoughts, on his own, choosing to live a lonely life?"

This statement made Lin Sen's cheek twitch.

"Stop talking about that. That's impossible. It's impossible no matter how you think about it."

Then Sasagawa Rimei tilted her head.

"So, what about guarantees? Besides the emotions that can't be captured in fiction, readers need something more tangible. It's a beacon in the storm of an unknown future, a plank for a drowning man."

Lin Sen roughly understood what she meant from her serious and solemn expression.

"Does it mean that they can be bound together by something as vulgar as being lovers? Or, even further...get a marriage certificate so that readers can feel assured of a better future together?"

This conclusion made the female editor slap the sofa and exclaim:

"That's right! Don't you understand? Write! Write!"

He almost ran up and grabbed Lin Sen's collar again.

It's really hard to understand.

However, what he said is not without reason.

Lin Sen is not a qualified author. He is more like a diary writer.

But books are ultimately for others to read. His own satisfaction cannot be the ultimate goal.

Especially when the purpose of creation includes the need for money.