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We should pay more attention to and correct this.

"So, Editor Sasakawa wants me to change the ending?"

This question troubled a certain flamingo.

"Personally, I'd love to say that. However, I feel like Mr. Itsuki has made the story in this book a complete whole. If I were to make random changes, it might ruin the atmosphere."

"That's a bit high, Editor Sasakawa. A small-time, cash-strapped author like me who only sells a few hundred copies wouldn't deserve that."

So Lin Sen handed over a piece of paper with a preface just written on it.

"How about this? Coincidentally, I'm thinking of writing a sequel. In this new work, let's try to have the two protagonists fall in love?"

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The next second, Lin Sen discovered that the paper in his hand had disappeared.

Taken away at the speed of light.

Then, a cold face appeared in front of me, which was warmed a little by the words. It stared at the words on the paper with an intoxicated expression.

"so good."

"what?"

"I mean, yes."

She folded the manuscript and put it in her pocket. Although she was tall and slender, the Flamingo editor actually looked a little miniature when she stood. She stood on tiptoe and reached out to pat Lin Sen's shoulder.

"Work hard. Strive to sell one-tenth of this copy in the first week."

"You really plan to publish all of them. What if Editor Sasakawa loses so much money that you don't want to continue publishing?"

"Then I'll pay for it myself. You don't have to worry about it."

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strong.

Lin Sen suddenly felt sad when he thought that the financial sponsor in front of him, the woman who had high hopes for him, might lose money or even lose money because of his work.

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I was so sad that I couldn't close my mouth.

Rich ladies are still reliable.

Then let's do as the sponsor said and do some love scenes that I don't appreciate or like very much.

And the child Xiguo - the prototype heroine.

Lin Sen made this decision.

But when he picked up the pen and sat down at the table in the lounge, and really thought about it, the young man was rarely stunned.

Facing the white paper, his eyes were blank and his expression was dull.

A blue diagram of a human brain appeared behind him. Then, countless chaotic mathematical symbols and physics formulas began to float around the rotating blue head.

Finally, the fluttering white symbols gathered like moths to a flame, forming a large obtuse angle at the forehead.

The strange state obviously attracted attention.

"what happened?"

The writer's eyes, which had lost their luster, finally showed a little bit of life.

He turned his head like a robot.

"Yes, I have one more question to ask, Editor Sasakawa."

Under the puzzled gaze of Ms. Flamingo with her eyes wide open, Lin Sen propped up his chin and frowned, trying to find an answer from her.

Breathe in.

hiss.

"So, can you describe to me the process of falling in love, becoming lovers, and finally getting married? Also, what do two people need to do to advance the relationship?"

Chapter 6 Her Heart Still Beats

To be honest, Lin Sen really couldn't understand the process from getting to know each other, to falling in love, and then becoming lovers.

His life was mostly filled with lonely times of wandering.

Most of our impressions of so-called love come from movies, TV dramas, anime and novels.

But the instinctive yearning for love that most people have does not appear in him.

While the couples sitting in the cinema were wiping their eyes and shedding tears for the love between the male and female protagonists, he just looked at the empty round cup in front of him and thought about going out to get some popcorn.

The only love story in his memory that touched him was the one left by his original self, Xiao Linsen.

It is the spring that looks forward to the confession of the upcoming summer, it is the days and nights when I am busy writing articles, it is the wedding invitation I found in the mailbox when I stopped writing the last work.

too painful!

This is the only answer about love left by the original body.

As a result, Lin Sen, who was not interested in love in the first place, no longer had the desire to understand and explore it further.

So, when he really wanted to start writing about the process of the birth, development, blossoming and bearing of love, he felt his eyes go dark.

Helpless.

But Lin Sen has an advantage: he asks if he doesn’t understand.

It would be even more appropriate if the person being asked is a reader who is looking forward to writing a love story.

Unfortunately, faced with the sincere questions from the writer, the editor-in-chief was also at a loss.

Sasagawa Rio sat upright with her arms folded across her chest, her head turned away to show only her side profile, one of her sneakers tapping lightly on the ground.

"How should I know? I've never been in a relationship."

She was very confident.

"Didn't Mr. Goki write the relevant plots in his previous novels very well? From meeting, to being taken care of, to falling in love, and finally confessing."

Lin Sen shook his head after hearing this evaluation.

"Because I won't be writing anymore after the confession, I just have to treat it as the ending. Also, the emotional descriptions are all one-sided from the male protagonist's perspective. How can it be considered a romantic story? At most, it's just unrequited love."

This description made Sasagawa Rimei twist the fabric on her clothes.

"Actually, it's quite strange. Speaking of relevant experience, shouldn't Mr. Itsuki have quite a wealth of it?"

Flamingo's pupils slowly moved over, and his tone turned into a tentative one with an inquiring intention.

"Judging from the information revealed in your work, you must have had more than one romantic experience."

"If I have to say, I've had four relationships."

Lin Sen turned his chair to face the woman and began to search for the memories that he had almost forgotten.

Then get a disdainful look.

"Then you still don't understand? Logically speaking, Mr. Wu Mu has experienced four women, so he should at least understand some of the beauty of it."

"Not really."

Lin Sen shook his head seriously.

Start to sort out the original body's abstract love experience one by one.

"My first impression of her was that she was someone who spent her days shopping and having fun. So, my memories of her are almost all about picking her up from the mall or the company. We'd chat for a few minutes, then call her an expensive taxi to take her home. Later, she said being with me was boring, and that was the end of our first relationship."

Such a description obviously shocked the lady sitting opposite.

It also sparked a deeper curiosity.

"What about the second one?"

"The second one was a little better. She would accept invitations to dinner. However, she said that life should be romantic, so she always chose those extremely expensive restaurants, and the dishes served were all luxury items that you could finish in one bite. And after dinner or lunch, we would chat for a few minutes and then often go home. After that, I don't know what happened, she stopped contacting me, and her home phone number was invalid. So, the second relationship ended just like that."

"..."

"The third one seemed to go a step further, but it didn't seem like it. We would eat together and go shopping together, but that was about it. That one was quite good at acting like a spoiled child, and her tone was a little nicer than the first two, but that came at a price. She'd often be unable to walk when she saw beautiful clothes and accessories while shopping, so I had to buy them for her. After that, it ended even more abruptly. She said I was nice, but she felt uncomfortable around me. And then, nothing happened."

Having said this, Lin Sen spread out his hands.

"That is to say, after going through these three relationships, I haven't even experienced what it's like to hold hands. And then, the money I spent is almost catching up with the amount of my gambling debts."

After the summary, the woman sitting opposite me was already offline.

After finally coming to his senses, he looked at me with a slightly strange look.

He murmured softly, explaining:

"Car Driver, Meal Ticket, Gift. That's a saying among young women in Tokyo."

Then hidden sympathy emerged in his cold eyes.

"To be frank, in the first three relationships, the other party didn't actually treat you as a lover."

"A spare tire, right?"

"Yeah. I mean, it doesn't hurt anyone."

The female editor turned her eyes away, avoiding observing Lin Sen's expression.

"No, that's okay. I know myself that this isn't a serious relationship at all. If you insist, it's just someone playing a trick on me, and I don't feel bad about it."

Anyway, it wasn't Lin Sen himself who actually experienced these tragedies.

He watched Sasagawa Rimei stand up and take out a cup of drip coffee from the drawer in the corner of the room.

With his back turned, he hesitated to inquire further.

"So, what about the fourth paragraph? Is it..."

"Yes, she is the prototype of the heroine in the works I submitted to you before."

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The boiling hot water from the water dispenser poured into the cup, emitting hot steam.

Amid the lingering aroma of coffee, Sasagawa Rio tried her best to steady her slightly trembling arms and keep the coffee cup steady in her fingers, listening to the young man behind her speaking in a calm and nostalgic tone about the details of the relationship that had moved her.

"She..."

For some reason, the female editor felt that he seemed to have a lot to say.

It seems like there are thousands of words to say.

The words I want to add go far beyond the childish emotions of the first three episodes.

It seems like it wants to turn into words and be printed on those manuscripts that have moved people to tears and warmed people's hearts to joy.

But in the end, it only turned into an unfinished sigh.

Maybe it is regret, maybe it is nostalgia, or maybe it is relief after pain.

"She takes good care of me. But I know it's not love."

It is because I know deep down that the experience that once made me so happy that I wrote thousands of words and drew countless chapters for it is definitely not what love should be like.

So, even though we have gone through despair, to pain, to sadness, and finally to relief, we can no longer depict the shape of love?

Putting the spoon into the coffee cup, Sasagawa Rio finally found the answer.

Then a sentence that sounded casual came into her ears:

"So, if editor Sasakawa doesn't explain it to me and teach me, I really don't know how to write about the process of love. Ultimately, I'm a total novice at love, and I've never understood or been able to describe these twists and turns."

What should have been a funny self-deprecating remark sounded melancholy and heavy when it came out of his mouth.

So much so that a certain literary young woman was still staring at him coldly when she turned around.

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A few harsh words came out of his throat subconsciously and habitually.

"That is to say, although I really want to help, you're asking the wrong person, Spare Tire-kun."

"If Editor Sasakawa wants to see a love scene, he must have some relevant scenes in mind. Share it with me, maybe it will give you some ideas."