People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"Let me go in first. I'll call my father and talk to him."

"can."

While the man in black was taking out the key to open the door, Ms. Flamingo turned around with a calm expression.

"Wait a minute, I'll take care of some things."

"it is good."

This strange exchange really opened Lin Sen's eyes.

Logically speaking, judging from what was just said, these bodyguards should be employed by Rio Sasagawa's father.

But their attitude towards their employer's daughter was indeed a bit strange.

It felt like a deliberate display of disrespect.

what's going on?

The editor, who was confused and had the matter settled, was led to an open-plan side room on the first floor.

The decor is traditional Japanese, with no stools or other furniture, just two low tables and a small cabinet. On one side of the cabinet stand a few adorable kokeshi dolls, echoing the ferocious Daruma dolls on the other side.

Towards the outside is the entrance to the backyard.

Sasagawa Rimei obviously had no intention of explaining the strange situation at home. She just found a place for Lin Sen to sit and wait, and then left gracefully.

When she came back, she changed into a gray short-sleeved high-necked dress and knelt down in front of another wooden table three meters away from Lin Sen.

"Is that person sure he wants to sit in?"

Lin Sen glanced sideways at another man in black wearing a suit and holding a cell phone who was standing far away in the backyard.

"I'm just monitoring our movements. If I keep my voice down a bit, he won't be able to hear me."

"Ok."

It's like a meeting with some important person.

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I don't know how to do it, but I know it's a long time

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But we finally started chatting.

"I have good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first, Mr. Itsuki?"

"I guess the good news is that you agreed to lend me the money?"

"Gambling Dog, do you always guess and gamble when you hear news?"

"No, no, no."

When you live under someone's roof, you have to rely on others for help. Lin Sen had no way to launch an aggressive counterattack, so he had to admit defeat and wave his hands to deny it.

On the other side, Sasagawa Rio pouted, still looking bored and indifferent.

"Congratulations, you guessed the good news correctly. As for the bad news, there are two additional conditions for lending you the money."

"You say."

"First, we will only lend you 89.8% of what you need. You have to figure out how to make up the rest yourself."

"So precise?"

"I researched the approximate wages of night shift workers and used a calculator to calculate this ratio. If you, gambler, are truly determined to pay off your gambling debts and start a new life, I believe you'll be able to scrape together the remaining money by working your ass off over the next two months."

Sasagawa Rio was halfway through her speech when she stared at Lin Sen's hand and gestured, "There's a calculator over there, try pressing it yourself to verify it."

Lin Sen picked up the calculator on the table, looked at it carefully, and pressed a button.

"6."

Then solemnly put your hands back to their original position.

"Tell me about the second condition, Editor Sasakawa."

"The money I'm lending you will be paid daily. Furthermore, the condition for receiving your daily share is that you write a 4,000-word novel under my supervision during the day, and wait for my approval."

"what?"

Cow batch.

Is there another way to borrow money?

But if you think about it, it's understandable. For a gambler, this process can only achieve their goal if they truly want to change their ways. If they ever find themselves tempted to use their daily loans to gamble again, everything will be over.

Reasonable and clever!

I have to say that it is really smart to design this method.

After realizing this, Lin Sen looked up suddenly.

I'm a little impressed.

"Do you agree with this plan, Mr. Gambler?"

"I'm quite accepting of this, but I still want to clarify some details. What does it mean to write a novel under your supervision?"

"Until the loan is paid off, you must write an original novel of 4,000 words in front of me every day. Go to the editorial office on weekdays and come to my house on weekends. Supervision is to prevent you from making up random things to fool around, and review is to prevent you from plagiarizing plots from other novelists. Of course, I will help you publish these manuscripts in the future, and I won't ask about the profits."

"I see. I understand."

You're awesome, Sasagawa Rie.

In this way, if he wanted to pay off his debts with her help, then in these two months, Lin Sen would not only have to spend a large part of his time during the day creating works for her, but also have to find a night shift at night to make up the money she had set aside.

More importantly, this way, this guy can openly get 4000 words of manuscripts every day. For her, who once expressed her love for Mr. Itsuki's works, this is a pure enjoyment.

The alternative way of urging for updates from the top sister on the list is this.

Overall, Lin Sen has only one word to describe this plan.

Absolutely!

Of course, there was no reason to refuse. This deal was a win-win for both parties, as Zhao Ji gave birth to twins.

"I agreed."

Sasagawa Rie was a little surprised by the nod without hesitation.

But that expression was quickly replaced by a more common calmness.

"Well then, please keep up the good work, Mr. Itsuki. I hope the final result will satisfy both of us. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"There is one. If I write you 4000 words now, can I get a day's pay in advance?"

"can."

Sasagawa Rio almost agreed immediately, turning her head to look at the clock on the wall. "But you have to give it to me before nine o'clock at night, otherwise it will be invalid. It's only a few minutes to six now. Will three hours be enough?"

"Of course it's enough."

"The manuscript paper and pen are ready. They're in the cabinet behind you."

"How thoughtful, Editor Sasakawa."

"It's my duty, Mr. Itsuki."

"You're not calling me Gambler anymore?"

"I despise your gambling ethics, and I love and respect your work. The two are not contradictory."

What Yoshihiro Togashi fans.

It can be considered as a way for her to understand life clearly.

While secretly complaining, he also took action.

He took out a large stack of manuscript paper, unpacked the ballpoint pen, and adjusted his sitting position.

"Does the table feel short?"

"Cross-legged is almost the same. I don't like kneeling. Do you mind?"

"Whatever you want. From now on, please pretend I don't exist."

After leaving this last sentence, Sasagawa Rio took out three books from the cabinet behind her, flipped through them silently, and said no more words.

The room suddenly became so quiet that only the faint sound of wind and the ticking of the second hand of the clock beside it could be heard.

Lin Sen took a deep breath, picked up a piece of manuscript paper and placed it in front of him, ready to start accepting the inspiration that was flowing from him.

Then, after being in a daze for about five seconds, he suddenly froze in place.

A question came up long overdue.

So, what to write?

Chapter 19 We Run into the Night

Writing is a job that requires inspiration, imagination and patience.

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For most literary creators, what they write is mostly based on real personal experiences.

Xiao Linsen is a classic example of this.

During the lowest point in his life, he suddenly received the favor of Cupid.

The last bit of fire in his dead heart was ignited. He fell in love with someone who was still willing to treat him gently.

In order to express his love for the woman he was infatuated with, and more importantly, to strengthen his determination to say goodbye to the past that he could not bear to look back on, he picked up a pen and left behind the most valuable things he created in his life - several untitled works as a legacy.

Unsurprisingly, the content of these stories follows a very similar template.

The protagonist, who was in deep despair, was in a daze and had nothing. He planned to end his life, but he accidentally met an ordinary woman.

The heroine is not like her counterparts in most literary works, with any stunning appearance or extraordinary qualities. Her superpower is that everything is beyond her ability.

At first glance, there is nothing attractive about it. It is so ordinary that you can never find it again if you throw it into a crowd.

But it is this kind of existence that plays the most incredible savior.

Her eternal passion for life and the never-extinguished fire of hope for a better future in her heart, like the first ray of sunshine at the beginning of spring and the first thunder of spring at the Waking of Insects, shine into the protagonist's dark heart.

From that day on, this flickering light settled here and never left.

The ending of the novel is always a touching scene.

Life is still difficult, and lovers are still struggling in this turbulent world. But they watch the cherry blossoms falling in April, look up at the fireworks rising into the sky in summer, and gaze at the seven-colored stars in the night sky in late autumn, and make a promise to face the turbulent future together:

[No matter what, laugh with love.]

[Let's have one last "kiss."]

[Like that constellation, “eternally connected.”]

Such texts are just like the heroes and heroines they describe. At first glance, there is nothing attractive about them. Reading them hastily may even make you feel impatient and bored.

But there is a subtle and moving magic that can push away layers of impetuousness and touch the softness hidden deep in the hearts of readers who calm down and read it.

It is a "niche treasure" in a sense.

It must be said that being able to write such a masterpiece is enough to prove the original body's talent in literature. Logically speaking, having traveled through time and inherited such a talent, Lin Sen should also have the potential to create similar chapters.

But the problem is that when Xiao Linsen conceived those plots, he always had a deep sense of excitement brewing in his heart.

Although Lin Sen inherited this talent, he lacked the original's joyful feeling of "finally sharing a little of the world's tenderness." In his hasty pursuit of success, the plot he had finally come up with was rejected by himself before he even began writing.

embarrassed!

do!

There is a strange smell!

It was a level that even the author Lin Sen himself could not be satisfied with, not to mention the potential readers and the demanding editor sitting opposite him.

When I was a reader, I always subconsciously found fault with the author, standing on the shoulders of others and freely imagining more reasonable narrative methods. It was so satisfying. But when it was my turn to write, I realized how difficult and painful it was to design a good plot.

This is definitely not a solution.

But there was no point in getting anxious. I'd already been anxious for half an hour, and any further anxiety would only make the remaining two and a half hours even more painful, and I'd end up handing in a blank paper that no one would be happy with.