People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"Go for your dream, Mr. Itsuki. I'll be there for you."

dream?

Another dream.

After parting, Lin Sen was still muttering this word while standing on the sidewalk in front of the publishing house, gazing at the busy scene of traffic near noon.

He didn't take away the bags he had bought, but only took a pillow doll that he had bought with his own money when the other party wasn't paying attention.

He is still a kind person, without the greed of taking advantage of others.

"Maybe this is why I can't make a lot of money."

He said to himself that he didn't care and returned his thoughts to that word.

“Dreams.”

In the hands of a homebody named Kurosawa Rina, it is a comic book that she is reluctant to give up even when moving.

In the words of a child named Yuzuru Niwa, it is the desire to change one's life through struggle.

Among the migrant workers who call themselves Qingshan Xiazhi, it is the joy of performing songs on stage.

In the mouth of a caged bird named Sasagawa Rimei, it carries regrets and yearnings.

In Lin Sen’s mind in his previous life, it was the dreamlike summer fireworks on the final court of KeyArena.

Life shines because of this.

"So, what is your dream in this life?"

So I suddenly laughed out loud in emotion, squatted down, and watched the ants in the cracks of the bricks raising their antennae to find their way.

"It turns out that the difference between the same person and those who have dreams in their hearts can be so huge."

Can't help but look back.

In his previous life, he was full of hope, like the protagonist in a fairy tale.

Now he is in a daze, more like a mourner who has been playing out for exactly a month in a 158,000-word story.

"If there really were a novel about buddies, it would surely be dismissed as boring and cheesy. Perhaps, there would even be a couple of sharp comments, saying the buddies were awful people and that the story relied on the defense."

Just let it go.

Those who have found their dreams will not be defeated by anything.

"That is to say, thanks to that cold-faced but warm-hearted venomous tongue, I think I know what I should do now."

After watching the ant slowly crawl into the crack, Lin Sen stood up.

"I don't like anything in this world. I thought I'd just muddle along like this until the bubble bursts and I find a way to escape."

“But now it seems a little different.”

"As someone who once died on the road with his dreams in his heart, I can't bear to see that."

"I don't want to see any more persistence, desire, happiness, and expectations shattered into pieces."

So it’s clear what needs to be done.

In other words, the dream that should be embraced in this world naturally emerges.

In his previous life, he was a failure.

In this life, helping some people realize their dreams seems to be a good choice?

Ok.

It's role-playing.

Now there are two people who are not very competent, a down-and-out writer and a talented composer.

Just perform these two identities well first.

So I took action and went to the family restaurant where I worked.

But suddenly he paused.

"It's just that there seems to be a problem. Did I forget something?"

Think carefully, think carefully again, maybe I have overlooked a little cutie with a very low presence.

Then I woke up suddenly:

"Come to think of it, doesn't Xiguo have any dreams?"

Never heard her talk about it.

It only reveals the desire to pursue a "secret admirer".

Could that thing be a dream?

The young man walking on the road immediately stomped his feet.

Gnashing teeth, gnashing of teeth, disdain.

"How can you shamelessly compare love to pure dreams?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

This is what Mr. Single, who has forty years of solo memories, said.

Pick up the pen and hope for change

Chapter 1 Miss Ito wants to play

Today's noon is still a disappointing time.

Lin Sen, who was eagerly waiting, still didn't wait for the target person——

Miss Ito's "Big Brother."

It's really hard to bear that the scheduled plans are stuck again and again.

The resentment thus lingers on the already bad first impression, making the nonchalant image even more frivolous.

Alas!

Immediately, he was identified as a very bad person again.

So, what exactly did Ito like about Tousou?

Just vent your emotions and let it go.

Finally, he sighed and ran to the kitchen to chat with the side dish maker.

It turned out that another familiar person was also missing.

Grab an employee and ask him questions.

"Do you see the green hills?"

"She took the day off today."

"Let's go on."

Without something to relieve my worries, this difficult afternoon became even more noisy.

Standing back at the table, he fell into the sage time of having no desire to live.

The chaotic procession formed a long line. When they gathered in large numbers, the sour, hot, stagnant air mixed with the pungent aroma of sauces and cooked food that was once full, and rushed towards us with the breaths of dozens of people.

Images of all living things lay before me like wax figures. Impatience, anticipation, and calmness intermingled, forming a picture of the indifferent human world on the riverbank.

Loud urgings, buzzing chatter, and suppressed laughter all crowded in, as if trying to occupy the already limited space in front of the cashier counter.

It feels like being in the scorching hot Infernal Affairs, being roasted by the burning worries and enduring the hardships of working.

Boring, repetitive work is the best way to wear out your passion. It's even more of a drain when there's no one around to talk to.

So I lowered my head and let my emotions slide.

He took the banknote handed to him by a white hand.

qun９㈥檪⒈②６⑵⒎○

"Good afternoon."

The new customer is quite polite.

"Good afternoon. What can I do for you?"

"I want the senior to hold his head up high."

"?"

Then the scene in front of me changed significantly.

In a trance, the faded white wooden tabletop quickly disappeared to the bottom of the field of vision, and in a blurry swaying, it returned to the disgusting picture of all living beings just now.

Only this time, a finishing touch fills the picture.

A figure glowing in the afternoon sun emerged lightly with a gentle smile on its face.

Still those eyes as clear as a calm lake blinked.

The reflection showed the stunned face in front of the stage.

There were slight sly ripples.

Along with it came the fresh air, which had a faint fragrance like that of the afternoon sun.

Then joy blossomed with the girl's regular breathing.

"Ito?"

The follow-up answer came at the dinner table half an hour later.

"I happened to be nearby for work, so I came here to eat during my lunch break. I didn't expect that my senior would come here to work."

Ms. Ito, dressed in work clothes, finished her lunch by chewing some broccoli, her voice mumbling.

Take another look over here.

"So, senior, please don't skip work and come here."

"The customers have mostly dispersed. I've already made an agreement with the two brothers. It's okay if they hold my position for a while."

Lin Sen pointed at the two front desk staff who were sitting in front of a few customers waiting for their turn.

"Still not good."

Although she slightly criticized the behavior, the girl's lips still curved up.

He swallowed the food and took out a familiar-looking handkerchief from his bag and covered his mouth with it.

"Tomorrow is our day off. What are you planning to do, Senior?"

"I haven't decided yet. Where's Ito?"

The girl's bright eyes turned smartly and then tilted a little to the right.

"No. However, if you are free, I have a suggestion."

"Tell me?"

Then Lin Sen saw Miss Ito lean forward slightly.

A lovely spirit appears on the baby-like face.

"Didn't you say last time that you would take responsibility for your seniors' future?"

"Yeah. So, what's the plan?"

I have no idea what this kid is trying to say.

Lin Sen looked straight over.

At this moment, there was anticipation and cunning on the girl's face with a healthy blush.

She shrank back and raised her hand to support her chin.

"Anyway, Senior must be awake in the morning so I can wake him up. I—"