People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Who is the person she has a date with?

So, with doubts in mind, he followed the woman on foot and took the bus, going around in circles.

It was not until he was about to feel dizzy that he covered his head and stood with her under a building.

"Wow. You walk like a nine-turn large intestine."

"I don't go out much, so I don't know the way very well."

"Why don't you just tell me the address and I'll take you there. So, where is it?"

"arrive."

"finally.."

He took a lazy look at the environment, but his feet had already taken a step up the stairs.

"After all this time, you actually live in the same building as me? If I had known..."

"..."

"Wait?"

The young man barely reacted the next moment, turned around abruptly, and glanced at the woman behind him who was looking up.

Following her gaze, I found a head poking out from the corridor on a certain floor.

That was a short-haired girl who was lying on the fence at some point.

At this moment, his face was calm.

Noticing their gazes, he raised his hand and waved as a gesture.

"...Ito?!"

Chapter 78: May Love Finally Be Gained

Two minutes later, in front of the door.

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"However, although."

Ito Nishiko pulled the woman, who was slightly taller than her, behind her like a cat protecting her cubs to protect her.

He put on a calm and unperturbed expression.

"Right now, it's still not time to meet."

"really."

But there is always basic curiosity at work in my heart.

Lin Sen was a little confused as to how these two girls of almost the same age were able to contact each other individually.

Thinking back, the only possibility is probably the time after I left the house and before I arrived at the editorial office.

Another round of phone calls?

Who initiated the call?

What else did you say?

There were many questions that needed to be answered. But it was clear that the two women, who were deeply concerned about the young man, had no intention of revealing anything to him.

To the extent that the female editor who had come with her suddenly stood on the hostess's side.

"Even lovers should maintain each other's privacy. Treating each other with respect has been a long-standing tradition in Eastern culture. Or is it that Mr. Daomiaoran no longer wants to maintain his usual persona?"

"understood."

Just do it.

It seemed that the two of them really had something to say in private that they wanted to avoid Lin Sen.

If you insist on it, you will never get any satisfaction.

It would be better to choose an appropriate time later, such as when we are discussing how to get up the next day, to ask Miss Ito, who must be in a daze and with a blank mind at that time.

Having made up my mind, I stopped worrying about it.

Turn around and go back to your room to take a nap.

"Senior, please don't eavesdrop." Miss Ito added.

"Can you please not prejudge my image as so perverted?" Lin Sen complained.

"Tsk." Flamingo added with a "tsk" sound, secretly making a finishing move with the meaning of "This is the image of you in your lover's heart".

Out of the magnanimity of settling the score with his lover in the future, Lin Sen did not bother with the girls any further.

Go back to the house to feed the cat, take a nap for twenty minutes, and then knock on the door of a houseguest, all in one go.

But I didn't expect that there would be no response for a long time.

After trying a few more times, it was the neighboring room on the other end that was unlocked with a click.

"Kurosawa is here with me, senpai."

"what?"

Then, the next figure that was pushed out was even more jaw-dropping.

"Um...Xiao Lin."

The girl with a ponytail raised her hand blankly to say hello, and was immediately pulled back by a slender arm.

Finally, the big cat poked its head out:

"Friendly suggestion, Senior, go out to eat alone tonight. Otherwise, no decent place will entertain you."

"What about going somewhere indecent?"

"Senior, you can give it a try."

The girl's tone suddenly became innocent, but it inexplicably made people break out in a cold sweat.

"Kidding."

The reason for being talkative is probably that the suppressed curiosity has come back again.

For the first time, I deeply experienced the so-called unbearable itch.

But there was no solution. As a last resort, he could only call out to the girl who was about to close the door.

"Is Kurosawa's manuscript ready? I'll go look into the animated film."

"In the second drawer on the left of her desk."

Miss Ito took the key from the room behind her and threw it over.

This was probably the last action that could be seen during the day today - after that, we went to a studio that was rented and set up by a college student named Ogiso.

In return for an enthusiastic response:

"Teacher, are you here to deliver the manuscript in person? Oh, it's too much trouble for you. Just give me a call and ask me to pick it up from you."

After successfully concluding the discussion on the original painting, I went to the Butterfly Club again, but was surprised to find it empty-handed again:

"Niwa went to special training with Ms. Kurimoto. I didn't find out where exactly."

Then the busy and fulfilling daily life that was planned suddenly became empty.

I instantly returned to my idle state of strolling on the streets, and in a daze I didn't even know where I had been walking around.

I only remember that one time when I suddenly woke up, I found myself standing at the door of an old house with a sign that read "Xiaolin's House":

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"Sasakawa, you came to my place."

He fled in a hurry, but after more than half an hour, he stopped at the bottom of an old building in the residential complex and covered his forehead with his hands.

"Why are you here in Qingshan again?"

Vaguely, some strange thoughts came to my mind.

Perhaps it was the synaesthesia that came with establishing an intimate relationship, but he suddenly guessed that the purpose of his lover Xiguo's abnormal behavior today might be related to him.

But the current aimless situation is an urgent fact.

I had no choice but to walk to a crossroads next to the commercial center, put my hands in my pockets and look at the street scene in early July.

The shell is painted with the stream of busy and expectant people passing by. The sound of footsteps, laughter, and car horns interweave.

The noisy symphony is like waves, but it cannot completely engulf a forgotten island.

The stubborn man stood alone in a corner of the street, watching all this quietly.

The shadows were stretched long by the slanting afternoon sunlight. The young man took a deep breath, put his hands in his pockets, and stood like a beacon.

But this God-given status spread out like a dandelion the moment a pair of hands patted my shoulders:

"Xiao Lin...what a coincidence."

"!"

I turned my head suddenly in surprise, and saw an acquaintance I met by chance with a bad look on his face.

Call him by his name:

"Senior Dongye."

"Remember you don't drink."

His voice was a little dull and he was obviously in a bad mood.

Of course, I know what this situation is.

Since I have nothing to do but hang out on the street, I am naturally happy to be a listener to help ease my mood.

"If you don't mind, I can serve you drinks."

So they finally had a companion, wandering around the izakaya before it opened in the afternoon, and saw the boss who spoke boldly:

"We're old acquaintances, so I won't charge you, Xiaolin."

"No, Uncle Kawahara. Let's put things in perspective."

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He paid the money seriously, booked a private table during the afternoon off-hours, and led the future literary giant, who was looking down, to sit down.

"I'm very happy for Xiaolin's recent situation." The first sentence he said after sitting down was congratulations.

It seems that Dongye also knew that Lin Sen won the sales championship of the publishing house last month.

Although he was in a bad mood, he sincerely expressed his congratulations and even made a joke:

"It seems that in the future, when it comes to investigating plagiarizing writers, a nobody like me won't be needed."

"Don't flatter me. If the winner of the Ranpo Award is also a nobody, then I am nothing but dust in the dirt."

"I'd rather not have received this newcomer award," Dongye sighed deeply. "Now that I think about it, my high starting point blinded me. Actually, I'm not cut out for writing."

"Why do you say that? I've read Mr. Higashino's books. I'm convinced you'll become a great writer."

Lin Sen spoke honestly and fairly. Unfortunately, this evaluation, which would have been quite pertinent in the future, was clearly somewhat irritating at this moment.

"Great?" Dongye poured out a glass of bitter wine, picked it up and took a sip with a frown.

He smashed the glass back onto the table and shook his head.

"Now, I'm just disappointed in myself. I'm not cut out to write a story, and I can't even be a good husband."

Lin Sen asked:

"Is it convenient for me to inquire about your family affairs?"

"There's an old saying that goes, 'Don't air your dirty laundry in public.' But since I'm the clown, it's not that I can't tell about it."

Another sigh.

Then, under the influence of alcohol, the young writer cleared his throat:

"Feeling that I can't bear the pressure and frustration is not a reason to just take it out on others. I know this, but I keep making the same mistake."