I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 227 The Dancing College Student in Izu
"But, Mr. Oshima, New Year's Eve has long passed now."

An editor tried to tactfully remind Mr. Oshima, who was currently very happy, that generally speaking, articles should be published in season, and if they published an article on New Year's Eve at this time, the effect might not be as... good as they imagined.

In fact, if you want a new artist to make a better debut, you must choose a very appropriate time to announce his existence to the whole world. To use an ancient Chinese saying, it means the right time, the right place and the right people.

"First of all, we can't wait until the next New Year's Eve to publish it." Oshima Kazuya rolled his eyes in a very tactful way, and it looked like his eyeballs rolled in his eye sockets, elegantly and just right: "Secondly, things on New Year's Eve are unpredictable. Although postponing it for a month means missing the original festival, this one-month delay also makes the story more realistic."

In fact, the real reason is only the first one. The latter reasons are purely made up by Oshima. Maybe if they are taken separately, they may seem a bit nonsense; but if they are mixed together, they will seem to make a little bit of sense.

In fact, as long as the layout and publication date are determined, everything else is easy to solve. The three reviews and one proofreading only require a few words to ask the people below to work overtime, and such authority is completely controlled by Kazuya Oshima.

When he walked out of the company, the rain outside was like the oil splashing out of tempura in the pot, fast and heavy. Oshima Kazuya took off his coat and made a very sloppy cover, then stumbled into the car, and just as he was about to close the door, an umbrella handle got stuck in it.

From Mr. Oshima's perspective, he saw a pair of rubber overshoes covered in mud. The pants were not tucked in smoothly, and it seemed that they were tucked in hastily because the man was in a hurry to go out.

He was wearing a very thin suit, most of which was wet from the rain, and a red hat was stuffed in his chest pocket.

Red hat?
At this time, Oshima Kazuya saw his face for the first time. After a moment of hesitation, he recognized that it was the child from that time.

Hasn't he been helping Mr. Xiaoban move luggage at the station during this period? Why is he appearing here?

Perhaps Yamaguchi Seiichi was about to answer his question when he was interrupted by Miyai Noriyuki who was standing beside him.

Mr. Miyai looked a little hunched at this time, like a leaf that couldn't stand up straight because of the heavy rain. His awkward smile was frozen on his face, and he stuttered a little when he spoke, so his emotion was more like fear: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't stop him. He said he knew you, and he had indeed been brought in by other editors before."

"It's raining hard today." Oshima Kazuya said this instead. He would not pursue the security guard's negligence. He was not such a person. Sure enough, after hearing what Oshima said, Mr. Miyai bowed again with apology, but the leaves in the rain straightened up. He smiled and responded, "Yes, the weather changed suddenly, but this rain should last for a long time."

"It's almost time for the morning hibernation." Oshima Kazuya was not ready to close the door and leave, so he opened his umbrella again and stood still.

"So, is there anything you need my help with?" asked Kazuya Oshima.

Yamaguchi Zhengyi's expression was very determined. He took out a tightly wrapped bag from his pocket and said, "This is my manuscript."

Oshima Kazuya turned his head to look at Mr. Miyai, who shook his head slightly, and Oshima Kazuya understood.

He still accepted Yamaguchi Seiichi's manuscript: "Okay, of course, next time you can just send it by email. There's no need to come in person. And if you do this every time, it might cause trouble to others."

"Teacher Oshima, please forgive him." The voice came from the mist stirred up by the rain in the distance, and then Takehiro Kosaka was seen running over in a hurry, without even bothering to open an umbrella.

"That's right, he also wanted to write something, especially something to express his emotions. After all, he saw everyone doing this in the pub. Maybe this is what gave him the passion to live, so he wrote.

But I told him that if he wanted to submit his work, he might need a lot of practice. After all, it takes a long time for every writer to be published. But he wanted to give it a try, so he made such a rude move. "

Takehiro Kosaka's language organization ability is not very good, but his speaking speed is very fast. Fortunately, this expression made Oshima Kazuya understand what he wanted to say.

"It's okay, I think we should respect his ideas." Oshima Kazuya shook his head gently.

"So, can I become someone like Mr. Kitajima?" Yamaguchi Seiichi's eyes were very bright.

"Teacher Bei Dao, he is the kind of person who is out of reach."

"Even the editor can't catch up with you?"

"As for me, of course. How could I possibly catch up?" Oshima Kazuya sighed.

Yamaguchi thought again, and he asked, "So, editor teacher, what about the little girl who sat next to me that time?"

He felt that Ye Zi didn't look much older than him, but everyone around her respected her very much. Could she be a writer as well?

"She, um..." Oshima Kazuya thought for a moment, and patted Yamaguchi on the shoulder: "Well, wait a little longer, and you can see her words."

Looking at Yamaguchi's eyes that dimmed again, Oshima Kazuya pondered for a moment, then said, "I have your manuscript. I will definitely read it carefully."

"He looks like a headless fly, a little confused, and worried about his future; after all, he is still young." Oshima Kazuya looked at Yamaguchi who was slowly walking away in the rain, and thought of his Dogeza just now. Perhaps he needed more affirmation at this time.

"But I don't think he can take this path." Takehiro Kosaka said on the side. And Mr. Miyai also agreed, so he didn't do anything extra, even though there are rumors that a submission channel for Shincho is in the security booth.

Oshima Kazuya looked at his back and suddenly thought of something: "His temperament is a bit like... If I can give it a try, it might be a good choice."

"Yes?"

He remembered a contract that Kitajima Koma had just signed not long ago.

The dancers in Izu are lacking a college student...

(End of this chapter)