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65. You should know your shame, Huiming

"Toki, there's still no news?"

In the GF Library editorial office, Toki Kenjiro turned his head away, holding his cell phone between his shoulder and head, and making publishing schedules for each author. He listened to the inquiries coming from the phone, suppressed his irritation, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I have already sent a message to the other party. I don't know when they will see it. Besides, even if they see it, they may not be interested in cooperation. You'd better not have too high expectations."

"I've already felt the other party's sister-con spirit! As long as he sees my work, he will definitely not refuse this commission!"

The sudden firm and resolute voice made Toki Kenjiro feel like his eardrums were about to be shattered. He was both envious and helpless about the overly strong and distinct personality of the author he was responsible for.

"It's so loud that my ears are almost deafened. Compared to the illustrator's work, your other works are more important now. How much content have you written for the new volume?"

"It's already finished in my mind! I just need to write it down."

"So how much did you write?"

"Don't ask such cruel questions. When the time comes, it will naturally appear in front of you and me!"

"Do you think that's magic? If you don't finish it in time, all that's waiting for you is a small dark room. You understand, right, Mr. Hashima?"

Faced with the editor's cold threat, the other party fell silent.

"Well, I suddenly thought of something. I'll trouble you to contact Mr. Kazuki Gunma!"

Before Toki Kenjiro could continue speaking, the other party hung up the phone, leaving Toki Kenjiro sitting in the office with a helpless look on his face. He didn't know what to say to his willful author.

Although he is very talented, every time he creates content, it is too self-centered. Occasionally, it may be popular in the market, but most of the time, the response is rather disappointing, and it is common for a volume to be cut short.

Toki Kenjiro put down his phone and looked at the author he was currently in charge of. Although Hashima Itsuki was a little willful, he at least had a passion for creation.

"Try to cater to the market once in a while. Won't you get tired of sticking to the topic of sister control?"

Unable to help but complain, Toki Kenjiro looked at the string of names, most of which were male authors. He couldn't help but sigh. If conditions permitted, he would rather be responsible for some female writers. It would be great if they could support him like his ex-girlfriend did.

Ding--

The cell phone rang, and Kenjiro Toki glanced at it and found it was an unfamiliar number.

'New writer? '

Pick up the phone and answer it.

"Hello, this is GF Bunko Toki Kenjiro, who is this?"

"Kazuki Gunma, I saw the message from Editor Toki."

"Ah, Kagetsu-sensei!"

Toki Kenjiro was a little surprised when he received a call from Kagetsu Gunma right after he finished talking to the sister-con writer Hashima Itsuki.

"In fact, there is an author in our GF library who admires the talent of Mr. Kazuki very much, so I hope to cooperate with Mr. Kazuki on this new work."

"What kind of work is it?"

"Hmm...how should I describe it...the main content should be a sister-related work about younger sisters."

"What? You want to learn more? Then when is Mr. Kagetsu free? I see. Then the day after tomorrow afternoon, we will meet and discuss in detail."

Surprisingly, Toki Kenjiro hung up the phone. He never expected that Mr. Kagetsuki would agree so quickly.

"It's not because of 'sister', is it?"

Toki Kenjiro couldn't help but fall silent for a moment, then he couldn't help but sigh. He could only hope that the other party was not a perverted sister-con like Hashima Itsuki. One Hashima was enough for him to bear, and he really wouldn't be able to handle another one.

Toki Kenjiro will meet the other party the day after tomorrow and write this down on a note. At the same time, he also starts to collect some information about the other party so as to take the initiative during the interview and persuade the other party to cooperate... and lower the price.

"Hashima Itsuki."

Sitting in front of the computer, after ending the phone call with GF Bunko editor Kenjiro Toki, Izumi also learned the pen name of the author who wanted to collaborate with him.

"It feels a little familiar?"

He opened the browser and typed in Hashima Itsuki's name, and soon a wiki about him popped up. He clicked on it and took a look. After seeing the string of works with the word "sister", Quan fell silent.

"Sure enough, he is the perverted sister-con writer who has no sister but always thinks about her."

He had some vague impression of her, but the person who impressed Quan the most was probably the tax accountant who was a legal loli.

After looking at the other party's works, Quan opened the GF library, entered the other party's pen name, retrieved his works, clicked on the details, and jumped to the famous shopping website Amazon.

"Electronic version?"

The price wasn't too expensive, less than a thousand yen. Izumi thought about it for a while and bought one first, wanting to see how perverted the other party was.

"Too perverted."

After closing the e-book, Quan gently pinched his eyebrows with his right hand and fell into thinking about life.

'Is this publishable?'

After thinking about it, it seems that more exciting ones can be published, so there is no problem with just publishing them.

“This can’t be considered an all-ages piece, right?”

After some thought, Quan decided to delete the book. He was afraid that when Aine returned to China, she would enter his room and borrow his computer and accidentally see this. Then he would be disliked by Aine for the rest of his life.

When I was about to delete it, a message popped up in the lower right corner of the webpage.

After deleting the electronic version, Quan clicked on the message and found that it was a reply from Dongyun Huiming.

"This is a long-time work, right? Are you violating my social media accounts?"

After staring at the other party's reply for a while, Quan didn't know what the other party meant. He was silent for a moment and decided to reply to the other party seriously with his sincere attitude.

"The last time I met you, I heard you talk about painting. I was a little curious about your progress in recent years, but I only saw this old work, and I felt that it had some flaws, so I slightly modified it. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, I'm sorry, but if your level remains at this level, then I'm sorry."

"OK, send!"

I wonder how the other party would feel after seeing his sincere reply?

"I hope she can feel ashamed!"

Everyone should learn to know shame and then strive forward. The only people who can be weak are the navy!

66. Your sister is coming back

Dongyun Huiming woke up. She didn't want to stay in school all day, so she didn't go to a full-time school and chose Shenshan High School, which had a night time system.

When others were getting ready to go home and rest after school in the afternoon, she was almost ready to go to school. With a different pace of life from others, her daily routine was unconsciously reversed. She rested at home during the day, and when it was late at night, she would go to night school alone and return home to enjoy the tranquility that belonged to her.

Today, as usual, she woke up around 3 pm. She had nothing to do when she received a reminder from her social account. She thought it was another like on her selfie and was ready to accept the compliments on her cuteness, but she unexpectedly found out that it was from her childhood 'enemy'.

To call him an enemy was just her wishful thinking.

When she was young, she didn’t understand how big the gap between herself and the other person was. But now, after following the other person’s account and looking at his works, even though the subject matter of the paintings is a little... unique, it is not difficult to see that the other person’s painting level is better than hers.

'You didn't see my selfie and wanted my contact information, did you?'

Although all the selfies are normal, because of her cuteness, Dongyun Huiming often receives some "abnormal" private messages, either asking for her contact information or sending her obscene texts.

When she saw the message that Quan sent her, Dongyun Huiming couldn't help but think of her own cute selfies, and then she thought of those people who often asked her for her contact information. She put them in the same category, and she didn't feel the slightest resistance in her heart, but rather a faint expectation.

The memory of being abandoned by her father when she was a child is still vivid in her mind. She is unwilling to accept that she is not as good as others, so...even in areas other than painting, as long as she can surpass that person, she can let go of some of her obsession with the past.

But after clicking on the content of the private message, Dongyun Huiming's expression of disgust and expectation suddenly froze on her face. She gradually bit her lips and her mood gradually sank.

There were two different pictures, one of which she could tell at a glance was her work, which she posted on her social media account.

Although she posted a lot of selfies, the tweet that concerned her was actually the painting that Quan saw. She hoped that people would not only pay attention to her selfies, but also notice her works, and hoped that someone would praise her works.

But... selfies can easily get likes, but that painting has only barely a hundred likes so far.

She even saw that after others liked it, the number of likes decreased in less than a moment, and some people un-liked it!

She bit her soft cherry lips so hard that they turned pale, and Dongyun Huiming felt indignant.

"What do you mean? Are you provoking me?"

Looking at the works with roughly the same composition, she did not look at her own version. She had already memorized the content of that painting. She wanted to take a look at the painting that Quan sent her.

Click to open.

Dongyun Huiming silently grasped the screen of her mobile phone, holding her breath as she stared at works with the same content as her own but of different standards. She felt unwilling in her heart.

Talent.

The word that had been mentioned repeatedly in front of her but not acknowledged by her appeared in front of her again, and through the painting in front of her, it penetrated into her heart.

A fishy-sweet taste spread in her mouth, and without realizing it, she bit her lip.

She zoomed out the picture and scrolled down. It was the man's comments on her painting. The comments were like a sharp knife, piercing her heart and leaving bloody scars. She sat weakly on the bed, feeling that she had no strength left in her body and a feeling of powerlessness permeated her whole body.

"..."

Reluctant but powerless, she tapped her fingertips on the screen and, driven by her self-esteem, typed out a paragraph of text that preserved her last bit of self-esteem, and sent it out with trembling fingertips.

"What am I doing..."

But after sending it, she regretted it.

However, not long after she sent the text, she received a reply from the other party. It was like a sledgehammer hitting her on the head. She felt dizzy and felt like the world was spinning.

'Some flaws', 'This level', 'I'm sorry'...

Crystal tears dripped onto the screen of the mobile phone in her hand. Dongyun Huiming lay on the bed, her petite body curled up into a ball. In the dimly lit room, she looked fragile and pitiful.

"Ah...there are no more drinks."

After replying to Shinonome Eina, Izumi sat in front of the computer and started to paint a new work - putting pure white tabi on the horse's hooves.

"Rarity in a shrine maiden costume... No, isn't Fluttershy more suitable for a shrine maiden costume?"

Halfway through the painting, Quan felt a little thirsty and discovered that he had finished all the drinks in the room.

"...Go out and buy some."

You can buy a whole box online, but it will take some time for it to be delivered to your home. At least it is impossible today, so Quan has no choice but to go out and buy it.