People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"That's right. From now on, until the album is finished and ready for production and packaging, please write your beautiful handwriting and your charming name on each of these stacks of brand new, beautiful cards, my dear Diva."

"...what?"

Looking at someone's backpack which was still bulging and showed no sign of shrinking, and the stacks of cards that were still being carried out, Qingshan Xiazhi's eyes gradually turned to shock.

Even, horror:

"Wait! That's too much. I can't handle it!"

"No, don't do it again! Such a large amount..."

"I can't handle it! It's really going to break!"

"Stop, stop, Xiaolin, don't!"

That shocked and frightened expression was just too cute.

So much so that the figure at the end, pursing his lips in pain and starting to sign with a pen in a prison posture, seemed to exist in front of my eyes for a whole day.

His hands would definitely be extremely sore, and later he might not even be able to hold a pen - thinking of this, Lin Sen couldn't help but let out a gloating laugh.

But what I really didn't expect was that the boomerang came so unexpectedly - just at the same time half a day later.

In a large room on the second floor of a large bookstore in a certain area of ​​Ginza, a young writer sitting at the front of the stage looked at the densely packed seats in front of him and saw that all the seats were occupied. Beads of sweat almost appeared on his forehead.

"People are still coming in? No, I mean those who were directed to line up outside after the speech... Is the line outside still growing?"

what's the situation?

What happened to the poor sales being attributed to the writer who had some inexplicable bad luck for a few months?

Where do so many people come from?

He couldn't help but cough twice and looked at the editor-in-chief who was sitting upright somewhere in the audience.

A novel lay open on her lap. As if sensing the gaze, she looked up, her expression impassive, devoid of any sympathy. One could even discern a hint of gloating in her teasing eyes.

Can't you give me some comfort and encouragement?

Lin Sen glared at him, but the other person, understanding his gaze, rolled his eyes, pouted, and turned his head away.

...Okay, okay.

He had no choice but to straighten his head, immediately changed into business state, and took the two books from the first reader who came towards him with a polite smile.

I heard people's excited and appreciative speeches:

"I really like the warm feeling in the teacher's story. Who wouldn't like such a good writer?"

"Thank you. I appreciate your support."

After bidding farewell to this one, the next one quickly followed:

"I'm so happy to see such an interesting character creator. The characters he draws are so adorable! I'm so grateful for Mr. Itsuki's creations. I really wish I had such incredible creative abilities..."

"I started out as a hobbyist and wondered if I could give it a try myself. Don't be afraid to give it a try; you might even achieve something far greater than what I've achieved."

"Teacher, you are such a handsome and gentle person. I really wish I had a boyfriend like you~"

"Hehe, hehe."

After the satisfied woman left, the next one almost pounced on the table:

"I always thought that Fujino-san, who always avoided happiness because of her low sense of presence, was an original character created by Akagawa-sensei in the magazine story. I didn't expect the original prototype to be even more charming... I really like Itsuki-sensei's stories!"

"Thank you."

"It's obvious that this is a fantasy only people who have never experienced proper married life can have!"

"You can take that back."

I have to say, book signing is indeed a tiring job - not only do you have to keep your hands busy, but you also have to deal with all kinds of strange questions from readers.

It's both manual and brain-intensive.

It's really a tough job.

No wonder many colleagues in the industry have a cold personality like “not liking to approach book signings”.

Having experienced it personally, Lin Sen even wanted to abandon his personality and join this group.

"So, this is considered taking advantage of others?"

When the event finally ended, the woman who walked up glanced at someone who was waving his hands with an exaggerated grin and said, "I've seen a really deserted book signing event."

"How?"

"Inside a small room, an author, having delayed his book signing to avoid wasting money, delivered a rambling speech at the table. Below were empty seats and a scattering of people from all walks of life. Some were yawning drowsily, while others were flipping through other authors' works."

Perhaps having relevant experience, the woman holding her breasts described it quite vividly:

"There were probably only one or two people listening intently, seemingly the only loyal readers. And then, at the end, they happily handed over a work that wasn't even yours. In this awkward moment, the writer's future and confidence perished along with this activity."

At this point, she sighed again.

"That's probably why publishers rarely hold book signings for unsuccessful authors. If you look closely, there's no winner."

Lin Sen's eyes were fixed on the thing she handed over during the conversation:

"Why? You want to sign one too?"

“I am one of the readers.”

Sasagawa Rio's expression was very confident at this moment. "You never left me the name Goki."

"Isn't Xiao Linsen better?"

"No. Xiaolinsen is synonymous with greed, evil, and shamelessness. On the other hand, Wu Mu is the white moonlight in the literary world."

"It's quite clear."

He couldn't help laughing, and with a stroke of his pen, he wrote the most carefully written pen name in the whole venue.

But just as I was about to lift the pen and close the cap, slender fingers held my wrist:

"Wait. I need to add something after the signature."

"what?"

"To the buds. Write this content."

"."

This woman has a lot of demands.

He lowered his head and added what she requested.

However, staring at the two upright and serious words "Li Ya", he began to have a teasing thought.

I couldn't help but add a beautiful heart at the end.

Then the book was grasped by a pair of beautiful hands, pulled out, and closed.

The next moment, the woman, her face flushed with disgust, threw the book at someone's arm that was raised to block his head:

"What kind of despicable person would add such disgusting content without permission."

"Incomprehensible!"

"be utterly shameless!"

"Man and God are outraged!"

This woman always expresses her shyness in such a shy way.

However, judging from the subsequent behavior, this unauthorized behavior was not a bad thing.

The pseudonymous books were carefully packed into Flamingo's carry-on bag and zipped up tightly.

She was obviously happy.

Unfortunately, the surprise didn't last long, and it turned into a kind of squinting alertness.

On the walk out of the bookstore where the event was held:

"Just now, I saw you chatting and laughing enthusiastically with some female readers."

"Ah? Really? I feel like it's perfunctory enough."

"Perfunctory? On his face, there was clearly that frivolous and greasy smile."

"You would be well-suited to a job at the BBC. Your level of filtering is truly top-notch."

"Are you going to deny the fact of laughter?"

"What I mean is, readers are welcoming me with enthusiasm and smiles, so should I give them a cold face and embarrass them?"

"So, the way to treat a smiling face is to always respond with equal enthusiasm?"

"if not?"

Lin Sen asked back naturally.

But the next second, he was thrown against the wall of a building on the street.

Then, a small Swiss Army knife stabbed him in the face.

"so..."

The woman leaning against him narrowed her eyes and pointed to a hidden alley nearby:

"If a woman in the entertainment industry greets you with a smile, you will also respond eagerly..."

"Is that so?"

Chapter 98: Honesty and Rewards

Lin Sen glanced at the road sign hanging in front of the building at the entrance of the alley beside him.

Based on the common sense accumulated from hanging around Tokyo for more than four months, it is easy to infer from the sign that I am currently at the north exit of Ikebukuro, or in other words, the west exit north.

To those who are not familiar with it, this may seem like just an ordinary place.

But those who often go on the journey will mention that this place is a famous entertainment district in Tokyo, which is not inferior to its counterparts in Ginza and Shinjuku.

Bars catering to men, and even gigolo clubs catering to women, are even clearly separated on both sides of the road, facing each other from a distance.

In the current era when Okamoto's business is booming, countless wars that kill hundreds of millions of lives are taking place every day in street inns.

Tragic, horrible.

At the same time, the development of this specialized industry has also brought some obvious consequences: the Yakuza organization has become increasingly entrenched, and public security has clearly deteriorated.

As a result, if there are brave and curious people, they can come here late at night and hang out, just like catching up with the TV series of Tokyo's past, watching the various street fights that go on and on, even every day, and seeing the abstract and cruel things that the Tokyo underworld people keep doing.

"But I have to say that the deteriorating public security has also led to a strange phenomenon. In Tokyo, where land is so expensive, only here are property prices stagnating. Some are even selling at a discount, hoping to offload their assets and invest elsewhere."

Describing this truthfully, Lin Sen reached out and gently patted the shoulder of the woman leaning against him:

"So, if you really don't care and want to find a bargain, buying a property here is a good option. After all, the value won't go up or down, so it's a good place to live and hold its value."

The serious tone of the description obviously made someone's eyes begin to flash with a cold light.

"Mr. Well-informed, you understand everything. It seems like this was all premeditated."

She began to play with the saber in her hand, pushing the blade out with one hand using increasingly skilled techniques:

"Do you need me, your wife, to accompany you to look at houses? Preferably, choose one near water and pavilions, so that it will be more convenient to go to that traditional place to drink and enjoy the moon every day."

"I don't drink." Lin Sen replied immediately.

"In other words, you don't deny anything except drinking?" Sasagawa Rio let out a click of the tongue.

However, the fierce look that gradually emerged on the woman's face was interrupted the next moment -

The young man in front of her smiled and stretched out his arm, one hand around her waist, and the other hand grasped her slender fingers holding the weapon.

Then the flamingo with a sharp beak was instantly picked up as if it was wrapped in a plastic muzzle, and its only weapon of self-defense was once again easily taken away, making it cry out.

She was forced to bury herself completely in the arms of the person in front of her, and received another tight and close hug.

"Have some basic judgment, you stubborn idiot."

His fingers gently combed her naturally curly hair back, twisting a healthy, smooth strand of hair around her head and playing with it gently. "There's such a beautiful and lovely woman next to you. Is there something wrong with her brain that makes her spend all day pursuing strange professionals?"

"..."