I am a writer in Tokyo

Is this a story?

Without a doubt, yes.

He was a man who had walked down from the brink of life and death where few people had ever been. Of course, he was now about to walk to the brink of life and death.

But there doesn’t seem to be that kind of heart-wrenching story or experience that makes people sigh, so this doesn’t seem to be able to be a story.

After the old man finished speaking, he didn't seem to want to speak again. The two of them felt awkward just sitting in the store. After countless hints from Teacher Oshima's eyes, Koma decided to leave.

"Is he suffering?" Oshima Kazuya shook his hand which was wet from opening the car door just now. If he used this hand to hold the steering wheel again, he would feel very uncomfortable.

"From a general perspective, it shouldn't count." Ju was looking for tissues in the car, "But aren't we all suffering?"

In the end, it was Oshima Kazuya who turned on the reading light on the roof of the car and found the ball of paper towels that they had stepped on in the corner. Looking at the ball of paper that was obviously unusable, Koma finally compromised and wiped the water on his clothes.

“So, his story is also valuable, right?”

"Yes, at least I think so."

"Don't you consider..." Oshima Kazuya was eager to try, and his urging gene began to express.

As the gene for urging manuscripts was expressed, Ju felt a threat approaching, and then thought for a moment and said, "Have you ever thought about writing an article, Mr. Oshima?"

"I?"

The speed of the car slowed down slightly, and then immediately increased. Oshima Kazuya recalled it carefully. It seemed that he did not show up in public very often. Many people knew Koin Kazuki and his editor Oshima Kazuya, but they did not know that the editor was also a good writer.

"I'll give up." Oshima Kazuya was not very confident, his tone seemed a little weak, but looking at his face he seemed eager to try, he should be waiting for Koma's encouragement.

But after a while, Ju didn't say anything.

Teacher Oshima found an excuse to park the car on the side of the road, and then he turned his head and saw Koma looking straight at him.

"You are waiting for me to speak, right?"

"That's not the case. I just feel that the car is shaking a bit too much." Teacher Oshima felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look directly at Kitajima, for fear that he might be able to see some clues.

"So, just like you said, let's just forget it, right?"

Ju is not the kind of person who plays by the rules. He selectively ignores the so-called human warmth and coldness. He has only one excuse: he doesn't know about such things.

Although he no longer has to bear the title of mentally ill person, his current social status allows others to flatter him.

When it comes to things like reading people's faces, most of the time he is the one being watched.

Oshima stepped on the accelerator again with a gloomy face to make the car run again: "Teacher Xiaoyuan, please don't make such boring jokes next time. I really need your encouragement."

Ju was surprised: "Do editors also need encouragement?"

"When I decide to write something, I may not be thinking from the perspective of an editor, but more like an author like you, anxiously waiting for the results of my manuscript review."

"I have never been worried about the results of my review. At most, I was curious about when it would be published."

"..."

Oshima Kazuya feels that not chatting properly should be a crime in many cases. People who commit this crime may be locked up in a dark room where they can get food every day. The condition is naturally to keep writing, similar to a prolific sow.

"But no matter what, Mr. Oshima, you are a good person."

"Thank you, but I think I would be happier if you praised me as a good writer." Oshima Kazuya also wanted to ask what a good person was like, but he couldn't ask.

He was afraid that his inquiries would cause the psychopath next to him to continue saying strange things.

It was not until this time that the wise teacher Oshima realized that Koma was not a normal person.

Just when he decided to end all his talk today, Ju said quietly beside him, "Compared to the previous book Paradise Lost, the book The Passion is actually more suitable for the people of Japan. I won't talk about its social value, how much impact it can have, or how many sales it can make. If it is more grand, what awards it can win.

I just think it must be a good gift, in line with contemporary social consciousness and reflecting the living conditions of all Japanese people.

So no matter from which angle you look at it, it is a very worthwhile work. Mr. Kashiwagi wrote a preface for him, so Mr. Oshima would consider writing an article if he had an ideal in his heart. "

Oshima Kazuya always felt that Koma was not suitable to sit in his passenger seat at this time. Perhaps it would be more appropriate for him to come with the spotlights and a bunch of ambitious young men watching him in the audience.

He was right. Oshima Kazuya was often conceited and wanted to achieve something. Of course, compared to others, he did not have much talent, so he chose to be an editor.

But now the story is right in front of him. If he still turns a blind eye to it, then he is not a person who will seize the opportunity.

Oshima Kazuya also wanted to slap something hard, no matter what it was, to express his excitement at the moment, but he stopped.

Because he was at the steering wheel.

If he hits it hard, there is a high probability that he will not see the sun tomorrow.

Not only that, even Neon's hope for the future will be strangled by him.

When sending Koma to his residence, Oshima Kazuya said goodbye and hurried back. It seemed that he was going to rush home to start writing.

Ju had never thought that his words would have such an effect. Now he began to be curious about what the scene would be like when the day of suffering came.

I heard from Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi that this book will first be sent for a competition, and then printing will begin while waiting for the results of the competition to come out. As soon as the results of the competition come out, it will be directly put on the shelves in bookstores.

Kashiwagi believed in his intuition, and he also said that he would arrange some means to ensure that Ju could get up safely.

However, he probably didn’t know that Sensei Oshima was also on his way to join the battle with a knife in hand.

The sky showed no sign of clearing up, of course, mostly because it was still dark, but even from the sound of thunder, one could sense that the sky was in chaos. (End of this chapter)