Why wasn't I the one who got the male lead's script?

Having said that, Eriri excitedly held Shiyu's cold right hand, which made the latter, who was originally immersed in the past, come back to her senses.

"...No, I think he has already implicitly expressed his feelings towards me. I have been clinging to him and deceiving myself..."

"Then find him and have a good talk. Let go of all the psychological burdens that are keeping you from deceiving yourself and trapping yourself in this cocoon!"

Eriri rarely looks so reliable. She held Shiyu's hand tightly in hers, conveying all her warmth to Shiyu, whose hands and feet were a little cold.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, this is no time for you to wallow in self-pity. Figure out what's truly most important to you, or else puberty syndrome will destroy you before it's too late to regret!"

Shiyu could see her own stunned and somewhat dazed reflection in Eriri's determined and unwavering eyes.

"The most important thing, huh..."

She lowered her head slightly and glanced at the mobile phone on the table she had placed aside.

.........

.........

"Based on observations and numerous real-world examples, we can conclude that puberty syndrome can fulfill the patient's wishes in the most awkward and extreme ways."

“At first, the patient may not even be aware of their true desire, but once they find the key, successfully solving it is as simple as stuffing an elephant into a refrigerator in three steps.”

"But just as this fantastical example suggests, stuffing an elephant into a refrigerator is easier said than done, but actually presents numerous inconveniences and complications, even exceeding common sense. The specific degree of difficulty depends on the patient's inner fortitude and their willingness."

On the other side of the city, in a large, empty and lifeless room, a gray-haired girl rubbed her temples while writing down these words in a thick notebook at a desk. Then she stretched slightly, revealing her almost perfect figure.

After recording this conclusion in the book, Futaba Rio took a photo of her notes with her mobile phone, opened her address book on the social software, and sent it to a black-haired boy she often contacted.

Although she has been staying at home and not going out during this period, she has been secretly thinking about things related to adolescent syndrome. Once she has a new discovery or a new idea, she will send it to Xingjian as soon as possible.

But the strange thing is that this time I didn’t receive a reply for a long time.

"...?"

Feeling something was wrong, Futaba thought for a moment and then called him - and the call was suddenly connected after a long time.

"Did you get the message, Xingjian? I just took a picture of my newly summarized ideas and sent it to you, but you haven't replied yet."

Futaba ruffled her messy long gray hair, sat on the chair and swung her legs, causing the chair to spin slightly.

"Oh, sorry... I'm busy right now and I just saw it now."

The boy's voice on the other end of the phone still sounded calm and gentle, but there was no hint of lying.

"Thank you, Futaba, that's a great help."

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Kasumigaoka Utaha is unlikely to be out of ideas: Chapter 9: The Last Resort (Part 4)

"...Are you still having a headache because of the puberty syndrome in Kasumigaoka Utaha?"

Futaba sat on the slowly rotating chair, her eyes scanning the quiet and dark living room, and she hugged her curled up legs slightly.

"Nothing can be accomplished overnight. If you can't think of a solution, I suggest you relax your body and mind. This is the most scientific way to recuperate—"

"No, I thought about it."

"...?"

The boy's words from the other end of the phone made Futaba raise her eyebrows in surprise.

"Let me ask you, Futaba—in your opinion, how can a writer who most people consider to be exhausted or even non-existent become the household name he once was?"

"…According to conventional wisdom, we should, of course, have her produce a work of outstanding quality that matches her talent. However, with the interference of puberty syndrome, we can't even take the first step of making others recognize that this is an "excellent work"…"

"Yes, but Futaba, you also said that this is the most conventional method."

"……What's the meaning?"

"In other words, if the path from 1 to 10 is not feasible, if we can't make sense from the beginning to the end - then we should do the opposite."

From 10 to 1, from the end to the beginning.

“Just turn your thinking around.”

The boy said the most obscure conclusion in the most matter-of-fact tone.

"...Xingjian, what are you going to do?"

However, Futaba also keenly sensed something ominous in it.

"I'm sorry, but if I want to ensure the smooth progress of this plan, I have no choice but to keep those who shouldn't know in the dark. It's like when conducting a physical or chemical experiment, you have to ensure that some variables remain unchanged from beginning to end. Futaba, you should understand this explanation, right?"

Xingjian didn't respond to her question, but this indescribable premonition kept lingering in Futaba's mind, leaving her with an uneasy feeling.

"...I respect your choice and approach, Hoshimi. But..."

The gray-haired girl lowered her head slightly, and her palms, which were gradually clenched into fists, looked extremely pale.

She wanted to say something, but in the end she stopped herself as if she didn't know where to start.

"……never mind."

In the end, she still didn't say what she wanted to say, but just swallowed it back quietly.

Futaba Rio didn't think she was the right person to express concern.

Moreover, she understood the boy on the other end of the phone very well.

It was obvious that what he needed now was not disturbance, but a quiet environment to work alone.

Just as Futaba understood that what he needed was not a lover, but a close friend with whom he could confide his true feelings.

It is because I know this clearly that I chose my current identity, isn't it?

So, no matter how much she wanted to vent her feelings at this moment, in the end it just turned into a simple sentence that she had to consider for a long time before saying it.

"Just do what you want to do, I'll support you."

"…I'm sorry, Futaba."

On the other end of the phone, the boy's voice was unusually low-pitched.

He was apologizing to himself for the concealment he had to make - Futaba Rio knew this very well.

"...In this situation, it might be better if I could pretend not to understand his thoughts."

But unfortunately, Futaba couldn't pretend to be ignorant even though she knew the truth.

"……idiot."

So in the end, the gray-haired girl simply swept the loose hair in front of her back, closed her eyes and lay down on the sofa as if she had accepted her fate.

"Just remember to come to the lab for tea after school starts."

She used these words to hide her tiredness and exhaustion, and buried deep in her heart all the things that she considered to be "superfluous emotions".

After hanging up the phone, Futaba put the phone back on the table. Next to it was the coffee that she had brewed for countless days and nights, which was emitting a mellow aroma.

"…Apart from sacrificing my life to accompany the gentleman, it seems there is no other choice."

She just smiled lightly at herself and curled the corners of her mouth, then cheered herself up and continued to look up information to supplement the relevant information about puberty syndrome.

The light in Futaba's bedroom was not turned off until late at night, and it had been like this for the past few days.

Of course, the same scene is also happening now - in a student apartment on the other side of the city.

Bent over the table, typing intently on the laptop keyboard, the black-haired boy drank American coffee without any sugar, savoring the bitter taste of coffee beans slowly spreading in his mouth.

He opened a document page, and the sound of typing on the keyboard seemed particularly crisp and loud in the quiet night.

Although his movements were not very familiar, he still typed line after line of densely packed text on the blank page very smoothly.

Whenever fatigue came over him, the black-haired boy would take a sip of the remaining warm coffee beside him, then continue to flip through the novels on the table, think for a moment, and then continue typing on the keyboard.

That was the work of hers that he borrowed from Kasumigaoka Utaha during the day.

He spent an afternoon quickly reviewing all the works he had released since he became famous, and then he immediately opened his computer to create a document.

Is there no solution? Is there nothing we can do but wait and see?

The image of the person he knew who had said this before reappeared in his mind.

What a joke.

It seems that whether it is Kato Megumi, Sawamura Eriri, or Kasumigaoka Utaha - they have all expressed frustration and self-pity towards themselves, but to different degrees.

"Then I'll prove it to you."

After typing the last period, Xingjian copied the entire article, closed the document and logged into a page window.

Even though he had no influence in the industry, no acquaintances in the industry other than Eriri and Shiwa, and was just an ordinary person with very limited abilities—

But there are some things that can be solved by thinking.

He pressed the Enter key and sent the file to the email address shown on the page.

If positive thinking cannot be implemented, then turn the conditions into results and treat the results as conditions.

The boy looked at the screen where the words "Sent Successfully" appeared, placed his hands on the table, and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

Okay, now the plan really begins and there can be no mistakes.

Apart from a little "clean-up work", he did not rely on anyone else's help - he only relied on his own plan to perfectly solve Kasumigaoka Utaha's dilemma.

The black-haired boy calmly took another sip of the slightly cold coffee on the table. His elegant and proper behavior made him look like a gentleman savoring afternoon tea.

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More updates will be released on 3/37

Sigh, now it's time for show (drinking tea)

Kasumigaoka Utaha's Impossible End of Talent: Final Chapter Reversal and the Past and Future (Part 1)

Miss Eriri's idle summer vacation is finally coming to an end.

After a series of changes from staying at a certain Hoshimi boy's house at the beginning of the summer vacation, to running to Kasumigaoka Utaha's house for free food and lodging in the middle of the summer vacation, and now running between my own home and Kasumigaoka's house, the summer vacation that lasted for almost two months is about to come to an end.

Although she had thought about going to Xingjian's house to chat and play games with that guy during the past few days, he rejected her with the excuse that "I'm very busy lately and don't have time."

In addition, Eriri has indeed had an "important task" recently, so she did not bother Xingjian anymore, but instead stayed at Shiyu's house and refused to leave.

After struggling for about ten days, Kasumigaoka Utaha finally agreed to Eriri's proposal - to meet with Aki Tomoya again and make things clear.

"Honestly, I'm glad you think that way. This is indeed a big step forward. It's better than just staying where you are and refusing to move forward."

Sitting on the sofa in the living room of Shiyu's house, the girl with blonde twintails clumsily peeling an apple with a knife curled her lips slightly - the round apple in her hand had been slowly peeled into a strange square shape, which forced her to stop.

It seems that peeling fruit is not as easy as she imagined.

"That being said, I just had no other choice but to resort to this."

Shiyu, who was sitting next to her, shook her head, took the apple from Eriri as if she had accepted her fate, then hesitated for a moment before taking a bite.

"The essay I sent to the editorial office for the Grand Prize has fallen through the cracks again. It's been almost a week since the Grand Prize began, and I'm already thousands of places behind in the real-time online voting—this isn't a very encouraging situation."

"Um... I don't really understand the rankings you novel writers use, so what rank did you achieve in the past, Kasumigaoka?"

"Ah, when 'Love Metronome' became an overnight sensation, I instantly became the new star of the library at the time. Resources, recommendations, and even contracts related to the subsequent animation adaptation all came naturally."

"Wow... That's scary..."

In this case, it is not difficult to understand the frustration that the gap between the past and the present brings to Utaha Kasumigaoka.

In any case, Eriri couldn't imagine a scenario where she lost all her fans and attention, and even the printing house refused to publish her works anymore - if that happened, she would definitely be driven into autism by this cruel life.

And Kasumigaoka Utaha has actually persisted until now... It turns out that she is much more tenacious than I imagined.

"So you think meeting with Ren is the worst option..."

Eriri raised her arm and glanced at the fashionable watch on her wrist. In a while, Tomoya Aki should be coming to visit Kasumigaoka Utaha's house as agreed.

This favor was done by Eriri. Of course, she acted from the standpoint of "hoping that Shiyu could cheer up" throughout the whole process - even she herself had somewhat forgotten that she used to regard Aki Tomoya as the center of the world.

"...regardless of how things are going in my career, if I don't make things clear in my relationship, I'm worried that if I keep dragging it out, it will eventually become irreparable."

Shiyu smiled gently. She had been deceiving herself, but she was not so stupid as to not realize Aki Tomoya's true feelings.

She just couldn't convince herself to accept it.

But now, back to square one, with almost nothing left—