People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Because he had just heard the entire conversation between her and editor Asano, Lin Sen knew that those should be the two watches his wife had prepared as a gift.

But the flamingo's body trembled quietly, and then immediately hid the guilty conscience that was about to be exposed.

It seemed that he didn't want to reveal the surprise on such an occasion and chose to hide it.

Just smacking lips:

"Please don't interpret my actions as anything you want. There's no rush. It's just two boxes of coffee beans."

"Oh."

The atmosphere briefly calmed down afterward. Lin Sen took the initiative to ask about the situation at the publishing house, and his wife explained it to him bit by bit.

However, after a while, the hand that was used to being held tightly suddenly became restless again, and it shook slightly a few times, trying to break free.

Simply because a young employee who seemed to have mustered up the courage came forward.

"Itsuki-sensei."

Stopping not far from the desk, she called out softly.

An unnatural expression briefly appeared on the face of the sitting flamingo, but it was still unable to break free.

She could only watch her husband, who was holding her hand tightly, turn his face away and turn his head calmly, feeling the excitement of being discovered at any moment.

Give a general response:

"Hello."

The shy female employee didn't seem to notice the slightly unnatural expression of a female colleague next to Mr. Goki, to whom she showed respect.

He just smiled friendly and handed over two books that looked a bit old:

"I'm in the design department... My brother really likes your work. I heard I work at a publishing house, so please find a chance to get your autograph..."

"Honored."

"Thank you! By the way, I have another question..." The woman scratched her face. "Brother Jun also wants to know what kind of story the teacher plans to write next. If you are willing to tell me..."

"Well..."

The young man showed a thoughtful expression and suddenly turned to ask the female editor next to him, "Editor Xiaolin, which of the ideas we just discussed is more suitable?"

"!"

The flamingo's body trembled, and for a moment its heart almost jumped out.

He forced himself to keep a straight face in the face of the casual glance from the female employee.

At the same time, I prayed desperately that my colleagues wouldn't notice anything.

At the same time, try to endure the feeling brought by the fingers that are restlessly drawing circles on the palm of your hand.

Barely maintaining his usual persona, he said, "I don't know either. Mr. Itsuki...you decide for yourself."

"Let me think about it."

The young man pretended to be thoughtful and then gently raised his index finger.

Then, he turned his head thoughtfully, with the corners of his mouth raised politely, and met the expectant eyes of the female employee whose attention was focused on him again.

Handing over the work he just signed with one hand:

"There's also a sequel to 'Night Run'. After that story is finished, I still plan to create a work based on the theme of mutual redemption."

"so..."

"Right now, there's only one idea I really want to write about. It's probably about a young man who's lost his family and is in debt due to gambling, and who's determined to die, and he meets a girl who has no friends because she's cold on the outside but warm on the inside."

"Eh?"

"He gambled so much that he didn't even have enough money to buy a bowl of noodles. He knelt in front of the restaurant like a madman, crying and blowing himself up. Then, the noisy girl finally brought him a bowl of noodles and told him to eat and leave quickly so as not to disturb her work."

“What an interesting setting!”

"Then, I was moved by this aid, like seeing a ray of sunshine at the end of my life that had nothing to do with me. I whispered to myself how beautiful she was, and wondered if my fate would have changed if I hadn't gambled away all my family savings, and I could have married such a beautiful girl. But I didn't expect that the girl would hear me awkwardly. Then, suddenly her defense was broken, she sneered and said that even if no man liked her, she would never marry a rubbish gambler with no self-control.

"Wow wow wow..."

"Then, the gambler suddenly got excited, wiped away his tears, and set a goal on the spot. He vowed to work hard to make money, pay off his debts, and survive. And he resolved to save money every week to come to this restaurant and treat the girl who made him feel warm to lunch, just to protect his self-esteem and not let the kind person who finally gave him warmth look down on him... This is the beginning of the story."

"Wow... As expected of a great writer, Itsuki-sensei, just by talking about it, I will... definitely convey it to my little brother-kun!"

As if moved by the story, the young lady in the design position couldn't help but hold her face up, "Wow! I suddenly want to read this story myself... Now, please, Mr. Itsuki, take my share as well and make sure to write it!"

"must."

Afterwards, the new fans, who were inspired by Mr. Goki's story, left in a hurry with anticipation.

She was completely unaware of the almost unconcealable blush on the face of a colleague who had listened to the story outline with her.

Finally, he struggled to break free from someone's deliberately relaxed hand.

She stumbled to her feet and fled from the editorial office.

It was extremely incompetent of him to leave the visiting writer alone.

However, thanks to the calm expression on Mr. Goki's face, everyone who noticed this phenomenon subconsciously did not take the female editor's temporary departure to heart.

I even saw this young man visit the editor-in-chief again not long after, and then watched him leave the office.

No one noticed that someone who pretended to be far away took a detour and went into a half-closed private lounge in the same building without anyone noticing.

He grabbed the wrists of the person who was pushing and pushing him as if to resist and drive him away, pressed the other person in the room against the wall, and kicked the door closed.

"Do you like the story I just told you? I'm particularly fond of the heroine I'm about to create."

"It's just a boring and cheesy idea..."

The flamingo had a strange look on his face.

At first glance it may seem like disdain or even contempt, but in fact it hides a wonderful kind of pleasure.

There was a flicker of resentment in his eyes:

"Besides...does someone think that making up such a flowery and nonsense story and saying such things can make me happy?"

She snorted softly:

"Your favorite redemption would probably be a shared struggle to find warmth after a death, or helping others realize their dreams... A prodigal son turning over a new leaf for a woman who constantly spews abuse wouldn't be a favorite for you, would it?"

"You think so?"

"...ah."

Lin Sen's hands uncontrollably unbuttoned a few buttons in certain places.

Then, the five fingers seemed to transform into travelers.

Set the ambitious goal of studying geography.

Running on the smooth plains and the rolling hills.

Record your feelings about the beautiful rivers and mountains.

Then, he relaxed his strength slightly and leaned back, carrying a light weight, and slowly stepped back to sit on the sofa in the house.

Listening to a woman's gradually heavier breathing.

Speak softly:

"She's so cute, isn't she?"

"...What?"

"As a hopeless gambler, I received unexpected warmth from someone who was full of disdain. At that time, my first thought would be that the guy was cute."

"What a strange train of thought..."

"As for the other side... knowing full well that there's a high probability she'll end up with a hopeless gambler who's only looking to scam people out of money to make a comeback, she still followed her heart and did something. If someone like that were to marry someone, she'd probably be the type to always quietly consider her husband's needs...isn't that right?"

"What a stupid and illogical reasoning..."

When the white necks were touched, the birds and animals hummed clearly.

Summoning the last of my strength, I reached out and twisted his shoulders:

"I wouldn't be so kind to a dying ghost like that. Initially, I just felt sorry that such a good work could be created by a gambling addict..."

“It turns out I just like the work.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

After raising her voice to emphasize, the woman, who had completely fallen flat on her face due to losing her balance, turned her head away.

After a while, a very thin voice suddenly came out:

“In the beginning, that was indeed the case.”

"So what now? What's changed?"

He couldn't help but bite his ear to feel her skin condition gradually changing to that of a red-crowned crane.

Listen to her pretend disgusted voice:

"You know the answer but still ask..."

"I want to hear you say that. After all, it would be very happy to hear such lovely wife say that. Can you satisfy me?"

"..."

In silence, Flamingo blushed.

He first struggled to get up and glared at the person under him.

Then, with a look of reluctance on his face, his body became increasingly hot.

She slowly leaned down again and put her mouth close to her smiling husband's ear.

"I..."

She recited a sentence.

"I didn't hear you clearly. Can you speak louder?"

"I like..."

"Could you please say it again with a suffix, like me, dear?"

"....I like you, dear...ah!"

The next second, the whisper that hadn't been finished quickly turned into an exclamation.

Then, probably to prevent his wife's shouting from disturbing other colleagues who were working diligently, the husband quickly stopped this behavior.

In the most effective way——

"Well..."

After a while, the sound of exhalation began to return to the room.

"How about we continue to hide our relationship here from now on? I feel a strange sense of excitement."

"Evil-savage always has strange habits..."

"Someone seems more excited. Also, it's already this late, so don't use other names."

"Zanyu-kun thinks he can control others and say...ah!"

In the following time, under someone's deliberate action, the bird, whose head was dizzy the whole time, called out "dear" countless times without restraint.

Even when confused, he was guided to utter some more magical words.

Unfortunately, some crazy talk like "willing to bring old high school uniforms" and "role-playing" will probably be hard to be acknowledged by someone who wakes up in a short period of time.

All I can say is that the story between the gambler and the woman with a bad mouth is still just a rough framework that needs to be filled in with words.

This is what Kobayashi Rimei originally thought.

However, I didn't expect that when I arrived at work the next morning, I would become a big star holding beautiful flowers.

She took the box handed to her by the smiling girl from the florist shop, opened it, and took out an exquisite, beautiful, and clear jade bracelet.

Then, he subconsciously glanced at the editor named Asano, whose eyes were shining brightly at the accessories, but turned away like an ostrich after making eye contact.

Although he is not the type of person who spends money recklessly, he still has to express his wish that his wife does not feel looked down upon.

After all, Mr. Lin made a similar resolution a long time ago.