Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

Chapter 92 Can you tell me about her? (Part )

[Mr. Watanabe, the number of copies of the fourth edition of Norwegian Wood has been confirmed]

The next day, Saturday, ten o'clock in the morning.

Sitting in front of the small square table, Watanabe You looked at the line of text on his phone's Line, considered the words, and then sent a Line message back.

[Yes, OK]

He actually wanted to ask about the specific number of copies printed in this reprint.

But when the words came to his lips, he changed his mind.

Based on his understanding of Kuriyama Akiie, this highly professional person would not keep such matters in suspense or wait for him to ask about it.

[Regarding the specific number of copies to be printed - after discussion, the total number of copies for the fourth edition was set at 300,000 copies]

As expected, Kuriyama Akie took the initiative to bring up the issue of the number of copies to be printed.

What surprised him a little was that after this message, Kuriyama Akiie sent him another message.

[The person who proposed and finally decided to sell 300,000 copies was the president, and he thinks highly of you]

This is the consensus within Akiba Bookstore.

There is no need to be "euphemistic" and deliberately beating around the bush will only make you appear hypocritical.

【Thanks for your love (thank you emoji)】

The message appears as read.

[I will pass your thanks to the president]

【Thanks for your hard work】

【My job】

Kuriyama Akie said something polite and then started talking about the last bit of serious business.

[Teacher Watanabe, the royalties for the fourth edition will arrive today, please check it out.]

【OK】

【Then I won't bother you anymore, goodbye】

【goodbye】

After typing this line of reply, Watanabe Yu put away his phone, raised his eyes, and focused his attention back on the laptop in front of him.

Selecting the newly created document, he pressed F2 and typed a line of text.

The document was subsequently named "Kafka on the Shore".

This book is longer than Norwegian Wood, with 300,000 words.

"Yu."

Seeing that Watanabe Yu's affairs had come to a temporary end, Hamabe Ryoko, who was sitting on the futon next to him, couldn't help but call out his name.

"Ok?"

"Have you finished talking about your business?"

She did notice his thoughtful expression just now.

"The chat is over."

Watanabe Yu opened the document, and in his mind it was like turning the pages of a book, and he opened to the first sentence of "Kafka on the Shore".

"went well?"

There was a hint of concern in Hamabe Ryoko's eyes.

“…It went pretty smoothly.”

Watanabe Yu answered in the affirmative and then typed out the first paragraph of "Kafka on the Shore".

[“So, the money problem is finally solved?” said the boy named Crow. His tone was still somewhat slow as usual, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep, and his lip muscles were clumsy and unable to move freely. But that was only an appearance, in fact, he had woken up completely, just like usual.]

"That's good."

Hearing this, Hamabe Ryoko breathed a sigh of relief and continued to peel the apple.

Circles of apple peel fell into the paper box on the square table.

She looked at Watanabe Yu who had already entered the working state, hesitated for a moment, picked up the cut apple, stood up and went to the kitchen, then cut the apple into smaller pieces and put them in the fruit plate.

"You, do you have any toothpicks at home?"

Ryoko Hamabe put down the fruit plate and started searching on the counter where various seasonings were placed.

If he uses a toothpick, he won't get his hands dirty.

"Yes, it's next to the can of chili peppers."

In addition to toothpicks, he even prepared dental floss, but he didn't put it in the kitchen.

“…Oh, I see!”

Ryoko Hamabe picked up the plastic bottle containing toothpicks, poured out a few toothpicks from it, and inserted them into the cut apples.

This way, he doesn't have to get his hands dirty!

Thinking of this, she picked up the plate and returned to the small square table.

"apple."

She gently placed the plate within his reach.

"Thank you."

Watanabe Yu thanked him sincerely.

"By the way, Ryoko, don't you have any shifts today?" He stopped typing, picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick, and put it into his mouth.

"Yeah, I don't have a shift until tomorrow."

Hamabe Ryoko's slightly cold voice was like cotton candy, soft and sticky.

She leaned on the small square table, holding her fair chin with her left hand, and looked at him openly.
"How about going out for a walk this afternoon? Relax a little."

He made a suggestion.

"...Well, I don't really feel like moving. It's so hot today."

For her, now is the best time to relax.

Of course, she also has her own little selfish desires.

She thought, isn't this kind of getting along just being alone? If she spends more time with him, the time she and he spend alone will naturally increase.

"alright."

Watanabe Yu did not insist, put down the toothpick, and put his hands back on the laptop keyboard.

"By the way, have you started writing the next book?"

"Yes, but the style may be different from before."

"Norwegian Wood" and "Kafka on the Shore" are not novels of the same type, and their styles can be said to be very different.

"Isn't this good? It proves that you are making progress."

Hamabe Ryoko echoed.

She felt as if her eyes were glued to him and she couldn't move them away.

"Then I'll start working."

Watanabe Yu didn't care about her gaze. It wouldn't hurt to be stared at a few times.

"hai~"

Hamabe Ryoko nodded slightly and fell silent.

Da da da.

With the sound of typing on the laptop keyboard, lines of text appeared in the document.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the typing of the laptop keyboard and the sound of the electric fan blades turning.

Time just flies by.

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed.

Watanabe Yu stopped what he was doing, stretched, and then moved his shoulders slightly.

He hadn't typed at this intense a pace for some time.

At first, he thought his typing speed would be affected, but in actual fact, his typing speed did not slow down.

Thanks to the training results during this period and the strengthening of motor nerves (primary), his speed even increased a little.

"...Yuu, is this how you usually write?"

Seeing that Watanabe Yu had relaxed and had no intention of starting work again in the short term, Hamabe Ryoko took the initiative to start the conversation.

But unlike before, her eyes were full of shock.

"Yes."

Watanabe Yu turned his head, met Hamabe Ryoko's gaze, and nodded.

"Aren't you... stuck because your train of thought is disjointed?"

Ryoko Hamabe recalled an interview she had seen before and asked this question.

Based on that interview program, she had always believed that an author needs to polish a book slowly, and sometimes even revise it over and over again because he is not satisfied with a certain paragraph or sentence.

Anyway, it all comes down to one sentence: writing efficiency is not high.

But today, Watanabe Yu's writing speed can only be said to be completely different from the so-called "not high", which completely refreshed her understanding of the author's writing speed.

Just by looking at it, she was dumbfounded.

"Uh, no."

Watanabe Yu shook his head.

With the combination of being well-informed and having a strong memory (intermediate) + strengthening the body (elementary), it is difficult for him to have such moments.

He was like a reader borrowing books from a bookshelf. After he had chosen the book he wanted to read, he simply pulled it out, turned the pages, and what came into his eyes was the intact content.

How could it get stuck if you copy it one to one like this?

The only thing that can limit him is his hand speed.

"……sharp!"

Ryoko Hamabe was silent for a moment, then squeezed out these two words.

She really couldn't find a more suitable adjective.

"Then, Yuu."

"Ok?"

"Can you tell me a little bit about her?"

She raised her eyebrows, and his face was reflected in her bright eyes.

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