People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"Wow, that's amazing..."

The "buff" of intellectuals has always had a huge deterrent effect on girls from farming families who work hard but fail to get into college.

After that, I became more and more timid, like a child who had done nothing wrong but was still afraid of being scolded by the teacher.

The young people standing by were laughing.

He was just about to take the opportunity to join in teasing the woman who had just righteously verbally tortured him, but the doorbell interrupted his thoughts.

Then, the female editor got up and went to the entrance, but was stunned the moment she opened the door.

"How..."

"good afternoon."

The clear voice made the other two people who were facing away turn around immediately.

Ms. Qingshan, who seemed to have found a savior, had the most exaggerated reaction—

She shot out of her seat.

Then, a short-haired girl with a look of surprise on her face fell into someone's arms again after showing an unexpected expression.

"How could Sister Qingshan...Ahwuah~"

"Ito! My Ito! Long time no see, I missed you so much!"

Then Xia Zhi's excited speech triggered a complaint from someone who stood up slowly at the end:

"We just met yesterday."

What is it that seems like a long time since we last met?

But, in other words...

The scene seemed to suddenly become chaotic.

Especially when Lin Sen felt the gazes of the three women at the door cast at him at the same time as if they had a tacit understanding——

"What's going on? Why are you all looking at me?"

Chapter 83: Sailor Uniform

Not long after, in the living room——

"It's a pleasure to spend today with you," said Miss Ito.

"When I liked you, I also felt that I was worthy of being loved." Sasagawa Rio followed up with her speech.

"Your smile actually makes me depressed. Because I wish this moment of eternity could last forever." Qingshan Xiazhi recited a long sentence with rare obscure emotions.

The alternating speeches clearly moved the surrounded young man, so he took the initiative to speak:

"All my pens remember your name."

——In this way, he finally read out all the circled sentences in the book spread out in front of him.

Then, the writer, who was surrounded by people at the table, covered his forehead with his hands:

"So, please stop reading, Masters. I can't bear it any longer."

"But these are the words that Senpai himself wrote in his work," Ms. Ito stated. "You all just read them out for me."

"So, there will be a day when Mr. Nausea can no longer bear the praise?" Ms. Ri Ya asked back.

"When you were in school, did you also enjoy having your essays snatched away and read aloud? Or, when you couldn't afford renovations, did you find someone to dig out a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment for you with their toes for free?"

Lin Sen's metaphor instantly amused Miss Qingshan, who was hugging the short-haired girl from behind and looked like she was enjoying the fun:

"Why is the description so vivid? Has Xiaolin really experienced something like this before?"

Lin Sen ignored her.

However, by now, I can probably see it.

If no action is taken, the so-called reading of Mr. Itsuki's works will turn into an endless public execution against him.

That's right.

Ms. Ito's planned activity today is to read Lao Sen's works carefully.

As for the purpose of choosing to come to the female editor, it was naturally because she already had a job at Flamingo and did not want to add extra expenses at a time when she was becoming increasingly financially dependent on her boyfriend.

You are so frugal, Ms. Ito.

Unfortunately, Xia Zhi, who had escaped from the "Xiao Lin Residence" owned by the female editor along with Lin Sen, had a different perspective on this behavior:

"So, this is an opportunity to come over and show off your girlfriend's authority, and... give her a beating?"

At this moment, there was obvious gloating on her face.

He recalled something again, and a hint of sympathy and empathy flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Then Lin Sen turned his head and glared at him:

"What are you doing here?"

"What am I going to do there?"

The female singer snorted, her hands on her hips. "This kind of girlfriend punishing her love rival, isn't it just embarrassing for me to be the light bulb there? It's that boyfriend who's just sitting there doing nothing who should be punished!"

"So you're just dealing with your love rival? Unbelievable. Besides, shouldn't you be actively staying by Ito's side at a time like this? After all, you've become her loyal general."

"There's more to serving your lord than just accompanying and guarding." Miss Qingshan frowned and gently poked someone's arm with her finger. "My duty is to monitor other subjects with ill intentions!"

"Jinyiwei, right?"

"Execute first and report later, imperial authority grants permission! Far ahead!"

"You have a good memory. You memorized all the history of the Ming Dynasty that I told you. How did you fail the college entrance exam?"

"Wow!"

"hiss."

Then the young man's arm was grabbed by someone who had broken through his defense, leaving a row of teeth marks on it.

"Just poke people where it hurts, right?"

"A sincere question."

"How disgusting, really disgusting, Xiao Linsen!"

The disadvantages of talking too much in a yin-yang way on a daily basis will become apparent.

Everyone around me has been trained to be super sensitive with high emotional intelligence.

Therefore, even though I asked the question sincerely, I was treated as if I was being poked on the head. It was really painful to be misunderstood.

As a result, for the next half hour, the person next to him ignored him.

But Miss Aoyama is indeed a very loyal person - even so, she did not leave him alone, followed him on the subway, and wandered to a bookstore.

Then he was bowed respectfully by a few young boys:

"Hello, sister-in-law."

"Hello, hello...eh?"

Reacting instantly, Qingshan Xiazhi immediately raised his hand and waved it towards the people who were looking at him with curiosity.

"Not a girlfriend, not a girlfriend... just a friend!"

What a blushing and embarrassed reaction.

He hid behind the young man who took the initiative to block in front of him, and was speechless because of the noise made by the young children.

Then the boys took turns to be hit on the head by Lin Sen:

"I told you not to yell at people."

"I understand, Mr. Itsuki. From now on, I will definitely wait until you catch me first."

"You guys..."

Lin Sen is not a person who likes to make his privacy known to everyone.

I never talked about personal matters like my views on love and current life situation with people who were not my close friends before, and I have no intention of revealing them now.

I can only continue to clarify the matter verbally and then let it go.

"However, I came here to ask you guys something."

After leading the book ruffians to find a place to sit nearby in the bookstore, Lin Sen lowered his voice and frowned.

Mention the purpose of this trip:

"When you're in bookstores, have you noticed that more people are buying my books?"

The so-called subtle knowledge makes a difference.

The unusually high sales of his works in May may be reflected in the shelf sales of his works in bookstores.

Lin Sen felt that it was necessary to find out the reasons.

After all, if the investigation shows that the response from bookstores is not very enthusiastic, then the so-called sales volume would be suspicious.

He would rather earn money within his cognition - especially now when there is no shortage of funds.

Understanding the specific situation is something worth paying attention to.

Lin Sen had expected the investigation to be rather tortuous, much like the detective stories so prominent in this country's literary landscape, where the mystery is gradually unraveled and the answer is almost jarringly found.

But the truth was, the clue was right in front of them, and the young man leading the group casually said it, almost like an answer:

"Of course. After all, your book, Itsuki-sensei, is of excellent quality. Coupled with the collaboration with Akagawa Dream, it's only natural that it's a hot seller. I remember it was completely sold out on the bookshelves by the end of the month."

"Akagawa?"

New, unfamiliar names appeared.

So the college student who casually mentioned the name was pushed directly onto his seat and forced to explain the whole story.

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"That's... Kodansha's new magazine, 'Amazing Mystery World.' For the first issue, they invited that best-selling author Akagawa to write a short story for a gimmick. Later, because the story of one of the supporting lovers was so popular, they invited Akagawa to do a special interview. In it, he mentioned that the prototype was from Itsuki-sensei's 'Night Run'... Speaking of which, Master Lao, aren't you aware of this?"

"...what?"

Lin Sen’s reaction made the young people look at each other and scratch their heads.

"Wow. Aren't writers supposed to be close friends? I see all the great writers often collaborating in their magazines."

"What makes you so stereotyped?"

But I guess I finally figured out some things.

He took note of the surname Akakawa. Then, he quickly realized who the other person was.

If I'm not mistaken, it's the best-selling author who pioneered the "youth humor mystery genre".

Unlike traditional mystery writers who focus on the serious market, his works are targeted at the youth market and are widely popular for their delicate writing style and depiction of the inner world of teenagers.

Relaxed and fun is the biggest label.

To use a less polite but somewhat reasonable expression, he is the master of "novel detective fiction."

What proves this statement is not some prestigious literary award in the industry, but the directly visible royalties -

Over the years since his debut, his works have never fallen out of the bestseller rankings of the time.

If I remember correctly, last year I seemed to have topped the market sales charts with nine best-selling novels.

He is a well-known figure.

But, in other words, you can't have your cake and eat it too.

The consequence of focusing on a light-hearted style and the young market is that, apart from the newcomer award he won when he debuted, he has not won any major awards in the literary circle until now.

So much so that when the Akagawa clan was first mentioned, Lin Sen didn't even think of him.

But now that I have figured it out, I also have more obvious confusion.

How is such a big shot related to me?

I took the opportunity to find the two issues of the so-called "Amazing World of Mystery" in a conspicuous place in the bookstore, and read them together with a curious woman who also had a puzzled look on her face.