People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"can."

Lin Sen obtained consent and agreed on a specific meeting time with the other party.

After finishing the important work, I suddenly became free again.

Walking out of the phone booth, Lin Sen considered the optional to-do items for today.

2018-03-27

Editor Sasakawa has to go to the publishing house to work half a day in the afternoon, so he just wants to show his appreciation.

Kurosawa was still working hard to prepare for the revision of his new work, and Ms. Ito was also asked to help.

Xiao Niwa didn't have any training today and was in school. He would probably be pulled over by Teacher Tachibana Hoshiko to catch up on his lessons during breaks and lunch.

Qingshan girl was looking for a job again, as if she was preparing to upgrade the equipment for her volunteer concert. At this time, no one knew where to go, and there was nowhere to go if she wanted to disturb her.

She was a little too stubborn and firmly rejected Lin Sen's kind offer of sponsorship. She insisted on replacing the new equipment with her own efforts, so we had no choice but to let it go.

After some thought, I suddenly realized that I had become a idler.

"Let's find something to do. But, working is absolutely impossible."

The pressure of survival has almost made me sick in the past month since I traveled through time. I have a rare moment of leisure, and I have saved up some money. I haven't had time to enjoy it yet, let alone work hard.

But Lin Sen didn't consider himself an interesting person. In his previous life, when he had plenty of money, he'd just played single-player games and traveled; he didn't really have any expensive hobbies.

But this wasn't the internet age. Karaoke, disco dancing, or joining the crowds of modern, spirited young men on the street for awkward group activities were completely out of Lin Sen's reach; the thought of it even made him frown.

In the end, I finally found a place to go.

For example, you can visit some well-known companies in the future to broaden your horizons, such as Nintendo and Sony, and maybe you can even meet some producers who are not yet famous.

Investment was out of the question. While these future gaming giants weren't as formidable as they used to be, they did have some wealth. In these days of abundant money, from the perspective of individual investors, Lin Sen's small fortune wasn't something they'd really consider.

In their view, ordinary people cannot compare to the stability and security of banks.

From this perspective, going to those places is a bit of a waste of time.

Then I have to choose another option, go to the bookstore and find those familiar bookish friends.

Lin Sen still valued this community. Although most of them were freeloaders, at least they were young, so the communication was more sincere and smooth, and they felt comfortable getting along.

Who knows, in the future, there is a possibility that they will become regular readers and buy me tickets.

Besides, there is some mutual integration among young people. Although some of the book ruffians were excluded from campus and other social circles, they still have some friends.

In today's era when mainstream media are still newspapers, television and radio, it is a neglected and large-scale downward publicity channel.

Lin Sen didn't think his works could become famous, but that didn't mean he would strive to become a best-selling author.

Since you've already done it, even if you don't have high hopes, you should still give it your all. This has always been Lin Sen's motto.

Therefore, I went to the bookstore without stopping, found a few people who wanted to read books for free, and started chatting with them again.

The experiences of two decades in their twenties provided a lot of conversation, and insights from the future also provided a lot of advanced topics for discussion.

After being fooled by several young people, their admiration for Mr. Itsuki, whose real name is Kobayashi, seemed to have increased by half a level.

Even people of the same age gave a thumbs up:

"This is probably why Mr. Itsuki is better than us. We're about the same age, but why do his words sound so appealing?"

"Not really. By the way, do you guys know about my new book being released?"

"Of course I don't know. But this bookstore owner must be blind. This is clearly a bestseller, but he's leaving it in a corner, gathering dust, making it so difficult for us brothers to find it."

"Boasting is as bad as slandering me. Better stop giving me the bad credit."

"Hey, this is not nonsense."

The young man in the lead shook his finger. "This new work is truly something. I've noticed that, besides us freeloaders who know each other well, quite a few newcomers have also come to try your book these past few days."

The younger children nearby kept nodding in agreement, and some even pointed to the corner.

Following the instructions, I actually saw a new book guest.

It's a girl.

Wearing glasses, he was concentrating on flipping through the book in his hands, facing the sunlight outside the window. He looked closely and saw the cover of "Running Towards the Night".

What was even more exaggerated was that on the cheek beneath the lenses, there seemed to be something glittering and shining, reflecting brilliant fluorescence.

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"I cried. It was the same reaction as some of the younger ones among us when they first saw it."

"And, girls! Girls!"

The young man lowered his voice in his ears, "Seriously, Xiaolin, why don't we develop a follow-up?"

"what."

So, you have female fans?

While I was still thinking about this matter, I suddenly felt a prank force behind me.

When he reacted, he had already taken a few steps forward and stood in front of the girl who was reading.

"what!"

The other party was obviously startled, took a step back, and hugged the calligraphy in his hand tightly.

He looked back unhappily and saw the culprits pushing and shoving each other and hiding in the bookcase nearby to avoid condemnation.

I felt helpless, but I could only turn around.

Facing the vigilant gaze of the girl in front of him, he waved his hands to ease the embarrassment.

"Hello."

Chapter 69 Busy with Life

Girls who wear glasses are probably naturally shy.

The vigilant look comes from the subconscious instinct of self-protection.

After realizing Lin Sen's goodwill, she immediately lowered her head to avoid looking at him and hugged the temporarily closed book tightly.

not talking.

The refusal to socialize is written all over his face.

Lin Sen understood the statement and naturally would not try to please someone who was not polite.

"Well, I'm the author of the book you have in your hand. Since you seem to like it very much, I'm curious to review it."

I tried to express my purpose as calmly as possible, and after perfunctorily answering, I planned to turn around and leave.

"..."

But the next second, the girl raised her head and stared at him.

There was still some redness around his eye sockets, probably from the tears he had just shed.

Lin Sen was stunned.

However, although the movements were in place, no sound was made.

He didn't bother about it anymore, just continued to greet briefly, then turned around to settle the score with the brothers who had just pushed him.

"So, you're really a standoffish person. I saw someone trying to strike up a conversation with you before get rejected in the same way. I was wondering if it would be different if you, Kobayashi, did it yourself."

"You're trying to trick me, right?"

"No." One of the culprits, the young man, scratched his head. "I'm just curious how she would react if the author of the book she was reading actually appeared in front of her."

I'm not the one who can save you.

At this point, he leaned in again and said, "But come to think of it, there is indeed something different. She's looking over here... did you notice?"

Lin Sen followed the prompt. Sure enough, the girl, who had hidden in the corner by the French window with a book in hand, made a move to peek over.

After realizing that Lin Sen had noticed something, he immediately turned back.

"Why not give it another try? Maybe this time they'll start talking. Once this topic is brought up, won't the subsequent developments come?"

"Stop it."

Lin Sen pushed away the arm that was pushing him, and said angrily, "I'm just a little interested in the author's appearance."

"You should seize the opportunity to strike up a conversation next time."

"She just wants to read quietly. You have to make her feel bad about reading my book, right?"

Lin Sen put his hands in his pockets and taught all his brothers a lesson. He also forced those who liked to stir up trouble to swear not to disturb each other.

Only then did I take back the initiative in the conversation and chat for a while.

I also learned some details about the new work after it is launched.

The number of people buying the product hasn't really increased significantly, but the number of people buying it for free has clearly increased.

Even a few "retired old bookworms" who rarely come to borrow books made a special trip just to take out the copy of "We Run Towards the Night" from the corner and read it, which surprised the idle guys.

In addition, when the brothers were looking for opportunities to help promote the book in the store, more people were attracted by the cover description and the first chapter. Many people were even willing to take the book and stand there to read it for a while.

Unfortunately, only a small number of people are willing to pay - most of them are those who have to go home for something.

After finishing reading the book, the next step is to put it back on the shelf.

I don’t know whether it is good news or not.

But no matter what, even though I didn't make any money, at least my popularity was gradually increasing.

Lin Sen was not a stingy person. He waved his hand and invited the book ruffians to have a nice meal nearby as a reward for their active help in publicity.

He was surrounded by a few cheerful people cheering and walked out of the bookstore.

As I passed the French window, I felt a prickling sensation on my face. I looked over and saw that girl again.

Although they didn't say a word, their eye contact was quite rich.

He seems to be a very boring person.

He casually raised his hand and greeted him, which gave the other person a fright.

He immediately lowered his head and moved the book in his hand upwards a few times, hiding most of his face.

It was a bit interesting, but that was about it.

The joy of gaining female fans?

To be honest, not at all.

Not to mention that Lin Sen's more delicate writing style itself will be more likely to attract female readers who value emotional experience, this matter itself would not surprise him.

After all, the price is there, and no reader, male or female, will pay more.

Lin Sen himself has absolutely no intention of getting closer to his so-called female fans. As I said, these days, only the devil wants to fall in love.

Even if we take a step back, even if the purpose is simply to gain a friend who will praise us from a fan's perspective, we would not be interested in getting to know him.

There's someone living nearby who can boast about his work to the point of embarrassing himself sometimes.

She is also the number one sister who lends a helping hand in times of trouble.

They would even discuss the book's editor together. They would often attack each other for fun, and she was an overly interesting woman.

To be honest, I'm afraid that no so-called "fan" will ever be able to reach the status that Sasagawa Riya holds in Lin Sen's heart.

When I think back on this, I can't help but feel happy, and by the way, my good mood also gave me new inspiration for operations.

"By the way, let me tell you something. Actually, the next book should be considered a sequel to this new work. Are you interested in learning more about it?"

"Is there such a good thing?"

So, under the expectant gazes of the book ruffians, Lin Sen opened his backpack and took out stacks of exquisitely printed posters.

"In fact, the prototype of the story is Miss Qingshan, whom you met last time. I think you still remember her."

"Of course. Last time in the cafe, Xiaolin seemed to have mentioned her deeds."

"So, we have something we need your help with. When you promote my new work to others, please remember to mention the sequel. If you can also help slip in a poster, I'd be very grateful."