People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Mrs. Fujiwara imitated the girls in the shop outside and tapped her husband's shoulder. "Aren't we here today? People always miss the past. Maybe this is the beginning of beautiful memories between these two children, and they often come here to reminisce. We are always happy to see them, aren't we?"

The silent man stopped responding and took another sip of tea, probably agreeing.

I just picked the right time to go back to the front desk, clean up the neatly arranged bowls and chopsticks after dinner, and watch the couple slowly walk away.

A long sigh.

"If Xiao Qian didn't have it...she would probably be as old as this girl."

In life, we always come into contact with all kinds of people.

Perhaps, there is a profound story behind an individual who is ordinary enough to be ignored.

Lin Sen has always agreed with this statement.

Moreover, even he himself did not expect that a child rescued by chance would have such talent that even professionals would be amazed.

"I can't fight anymore."

The person who said this was Toshiaki Watanabe, the women's table tennis coach, who raised his hand towards the two of them at the club base.

At first glance, one might think the speech was a sign of disdain.

In fact, judging by the tone, it clearly expresses the exact opposite meaning.

This middle-aged man, who has been immersed in table tennis for decades, pointed to the high school players in the middle of the court, who were being fed balls one by one by assistant coach Ms. Sato for basic training:

"I heard that Coach Ogimura recommended you, Kobayashi, and that's how you got here? Otherwise, for daily matches, you should ask him to make the contact."

"What happened?"

Facing Lin Sen's question, Coach Watanabe sighed again:

"I haven't been involved in the men's table tennis affairs for a long time, and I don't have any connections with them anymore. On the women's side, the Butterfly team has also made it clear that according to the rules, we have to wait at least a month before we can be promoted. In other words, if Kobayashi doesn't come up with a solution during this period, Niwa might not be able to play a single match."

This made Miss Ito, who was confused about the situation, instantly nervous. She leaned towards Lin Sen uneasily and tugged at his sleeve.

But she was quickly comforted by Lin Sen who patted her arm, turned his head and gave her a reassuring look.

He turned around again and looked at the coach helplessly.

"Coach Watanabe, why don't you be frank? Look, you tripped and scared my friends."

"Oh, oh! I was negligent."

The coach then realized that there was a girl standing next to the young man.

Girlfriend? Probably. She looks like a good match for the handsome guy.

Quiet and silent, like a ghost...

He complained in his heart, but then he quickly smiled and laughed to stop the ironic rhetoric that suddenly came to his mind.

"That's what I mean. Niwa doesn't hold back when playing matches. As long as she can win, she'll just play as hard as she can. Maybe it's because of her unique playing style. She can't even control the temperature of the ball by letting it cool down."

Halfway through his speech, Watanabe Toshiaki put his hands behind his back, and his expression gradually began to change:

"These past few days, I've been taking her on a beating spree against all the younger female players. More than one has been left crying. As a result, the remaining veterans have started refusing to compete. They're afraid that if they continue to fight, it will ruin the mentality of their younger players."

When speaking, Watanabe Toshiaki's tone was very low, as if he was very distressed.

But what couldn't be suppressed was the meaning of the words and the smug expression fixed on his face.

It is estimated that this round of battles has made this old guy gain a lot of face in the circle.

Pretending to make him understand, it was.

However, it is understandable.

Coaches are proud to see their employees unearth gems. It can also add a nice touch to their career resume.

It's natural to feel proud and happy.

He ran over to temporarily take away a female high school student who had just finished basic training. At the end, Coach Watanabe pulled her aside and gave her detailed instructions:

"You can stay in the team's dorms during normal times. You can consolidate your basic skills. But for training matches, I guess you'll have to make the connections yourself. My connections aren't quite up to par."

"learn."

"Niwa's fighting style is actually very similar to that of male players, which is rare. My suggestion is that he should either seek out top female players for training. If that's not possible, then try looking for some second-tier male players. Amateur and youth arenas definitely don't have room for this dragon."

"clear."

"I heard Niwa is still in high school?"

"I'm keeping my student status but taking a long leave. I hope to have the opportunity to continue my studies in the future."

"That's right...indeed, these days, it's better to study hard. A diploma is something to rely on. I have a few old friends from sports academies. If you pass the academic test, I can go and say hello to them."

"Thank you! Please!"

The circles of unpopular sports such as table tennis are always simple.

As long as you have the ability to be recognized, there are many opportunities to succeed.

Lin Sen was very happy that Xiao Niwa was able to realize her talent - but it seemed that there was a girl who was even happier than him.

"Niwa is a girl!"

"...yes."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Senior, that idiot, kept saying you were a boy, and I didn't think about it...it almost caused a disaster."

Ms. Ito patted the high school student on the back and saw Niwa Yuzuru making a very masculine gesture of scratching his head with his hand:

"You guys never asked. I thought you knew..."

"Didn't you feel something was wrong when all the training partners were male athletes?"

"No. Training is about challenging the strong. Isn't that normal?"

"..."

Miss Ito was stunned and speechless for a moment. After a while, she looked at him beside her.

But the young man only nodded seriously:

"That's right. Great competitive spirit! Play well and go to college!"

"Don't try to just brush off your mistake, Senior!"

"That's a mistake in judgment, Ito."

Afterwards, taking advantage of the temporary free time in the morning, the three of them walked together and strolled around Tokyo while chatting.

As usual, Lin Sen checked on Niwa's food and accommodation. From the high school student's answers and tone, he learned that everything was going smoothly, and he was relieved.

I've been so busy these past few days. It feels like there's something going on everywhere.

Even after that, I couldn't even sit still.

He went straight to an expensive rental house outside the university and found a college student who was waiting there for an appointment.

A new director named Ogi Soyota.

Handing over the script draft and a few songs that I finished yesterday:

"Itsuki-sensei, you've been working hard. You've even released a few soundtracks? That's amazing."

"My friend wrote the first draft these past two days."

"Ok!"

The college students in the room read the play in their hands carefully, and their eyes gradually lit up.

But when it comes to music, I feel a little troubled.

Finally, he stood up and bowed to Lin Sen:

"Well, I don't know much about music. I'd have to trouble you to go there. I have a classmate in the art department who I'm familiar with. Maybe he could help me take a look... Is that convenient?"

"Then this afternoon?"

"Of course! Thank you for your hard work! I wanted to accompany you, but your script has given me some inspiration. I may have to hurry up and draw a storyboard, and then contact some friends to discuss it..."

College students, especially those from prestigious universities with good family backgrounds and good upbringing, are mainly polite.

When you get along with each other, you won’t leave a bad impression.

Lin Sen decided to take the trouble to make an extra trip - good things come to those who wait.

Then I said goodbye and went out. Looking up at the sun gradually rising in the sky, I couldn't help but sigh:

"But it's true that I've been busy lately."

After the words fell, a few seconds passed. Then, a somewhat tentative reply came from my ear:

"Senior, it seems that you are enjoying it."

"Yeah... huh?"

The young man suddenly realized what was happening and almost jumped up on the spot.

He suppressed his fear, turned his head and glanced at the people around him, almost dumbfounded.

"No! Ito...are you still here?"

"..."

She was stunned for a moment, then, realizing what was happening, her cheeks gradually puffed up.

"We haven't been apart since this morning!"

"...My question. It seems like I forgot about you when I broke up with Niwa, Ito."

"Woo!"

Miss Ito suddenly let out a cry of grievance.

"I thought Senior was too tired or something and didn't want to talk to me. He was complaining to himself for a long time. Turns out..."

"Ito should have warned me. Why would I ignore you? Are you some idiot from somewhere?"

"You idiot, you're a senior!"

In short, it seems that because of the girl's low sense of presence, a big misunderstanding has occurred again.

What’s even more amazing is that there seems to be more than just this one:

"Also, that little Kiso from earlier seemed to call you Senior... Itsuki-sensei?"

"hiss..."

If you're not careful, your other identity will be exposed.

To be honest, Lin Sen doesn't want Miss Ito to know his identity as a writer for the time being.

Because, in the second work that I have published so far, the last chapter clearly implies that the protagonist of the book "likes" the heroine.

It's not anything else. If this child realized that the prototype of the heroine in that work was herself, and read the ending, wouldn't it be...

Want to make a bigger mistake?

"..."

Got to fool it!

Chapter 13 Is it really an illusion?

It has been two months and ten days since Lin Sen was awakened by the icy Gulf Stream that stretches across the port area, Kyu-Shinagawa and Gu-Ota.

Seventy days in total. Compared to the tens of thousands of days in a lifetime, it is probably just a brief moment.

“But, as the saying goes, no artist is a genius 24 hours a day. Everything they create that lasts is always accomplished in rare moments of inspiration.”

“The same goes for the time in life.”

“Perhaps those turning points that can affect a lifetime are concentrated in a short period of one or two months.”

"To remember these days, and more importantly, to commemorate the moment of rebirth from the water, I have come up with a new self-name."

Lin Sen remained calm despite the confused expression of the girl next to him, who seemed to understand but not quite understand.

He opened his mouth and asked:

"Has Ito ever heard the story of the Ship of Theseus?"