I am a writer in Tokyo

It had been a long time since Oshima Kazuya had tried to write anything other than reviews, so when he picked up the pen and thought about writing about the old man who cooked oden, he didn't know where to start.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize one thing, that is, teaching others to write is different from writing yourself, or the angles of thinking are completely different.

Perhaps this is the worry of those writers. The structure of an article is often much more difficult than whether the article can be sold at a good price.

So now Oshima Kazuya is facing this difficult problem, at least his mental burden is still quite heavy.

When he posts something, all people can see are Xinchao and his two friends. People don't regard him as an ordinary reader, but as an editor of Xinchao.

His level represents the new trend to a certain extent.

Of course, he will also be subjected to a lot of critical eyes, some of which come from some of the people whose manuscripts he had rejected before. You can even know what they will say without thinking.

"This is the level of so-called trendy editing. I don't see any difference. It's not even as good as what I wrote."

"How could such a piece of writing be published in a trendy journal? Is it just because he is the editor of a trendy journal? There is no fairness at all in such a journal."

"The fact that my manuscript was rejected by such a person shows that this is a ridiculous thing in the first place."

"Maybe there is nothing wrong with my manuscript, it's his problem. It turns out that Xinchao's priority in selecting resources is in the hands of the editors. I even suspect that those manuscripts were sent by Xinchao's internal editors, who can earn royalties and increase the circulation of the journal at the same time."

Although there were many editors who published articles for Shincho, Kazuya Oshima was not among them.

For a moment, Oshima Kazuya's mind was a little heavy, and the pen in his hand began to draw circles on the paper unconsciously. When he came to his senses, the pen was full of messy and meaningless symbols.

He had another urge to call Kitajima Koma, but after looking at the time, he gave up the idea.

That guy said before that he didn't sleep very well and would spend a lot of time preparing for sleep at night. If I called him at this time and disturbed his sleep...

As for the intellectuals, their revenge will not come quickly, but will last long. They are the most vengeful group.

Their revenge will continue with their literary works. The most terrifying thing is that if one of their works becomes a classic, then congratulations to the guy who is hated by the literati, he will also be infamous for eternity along with this work.

After giving up this idea, Oshima Kazuya began to miss Yuriko again.

If he had someone or a cat to talk to at this time, perhaps his sorrow would be alleviated a lot.

Teacher Oshima didn't know how long he had been sitting in that place. He only knew that when he woke up, the rain had stopped and a beam of light was faintly lit in the distant sky. This beam of light hung crookedly in the sky, and then was stretched out by the darkness and spread across the entire sky.

Its daybreak.

"So, you sat by the window all night?"

Ju was very shocked. It was the first time he saw an editor losing sleep over writing an article.

He continued, "In that case, why don't you try to call me? I usually go to bed late at night, and of course I wake up early in the morning."

Oshima Kazuya glanced at Koma with resentment: "I don't want to be criticized by a scholar for the rest of my life."

"What?" Ju didn't hear clearly what he wanted to express for a moment, but when he continued to ask, Oshima Kazuya didn't seem to want to give too many answers on this issue.

The two of them fell silent for a moment, and then Ju asked, "Well, let's change our thinking. Instead of thinking about how to write this article, we should ask ourselves what we want to express."

"What do you want to express?" Oshima tried to pinch the whole summer with his brows: "I want to express that suffering is the norm, and no one can get rid of that abominable thing."

Koma looked deeply at the very worried Mr. Oshima, and was surprised that the thoughts he wanted to express could be so profound. However, such words are usually written on paper or written by some literary critics; letting an editor say it like this is like a child announcing to everyone that he wants to be an astronaut.

Not quite true.

Too profound.

But then again, Mr. Oshima's idea is very good. At least it is a wise saying, and he summed it up himself.

Kou was silent for a while, and then under the expectant gaze of Mr. Oshima, he slowly spoke: "Well... this is a very good idea. Do you have any ideas now? If you have no ideas, we can go to that store again. Writing an article requires a feeling. Once this feeling appears, the text will also have flavor."

But Oshima Kazuya didn't really want to appear in that shop again. If possible, he hoped that he would never appear there.

"In fact, I already have some ideas."

Before he could even say the but, Ju interrupted him: "Is it because of anxiety and some non-existent baggage?"

After hearing this, Oshima Kazuya smiled bitterly. There was no doubt that it was.

He now expected Kitajima to encourage him vigorously, if only he could slap the table, stand up, point at his nose and say: "Teacher Oshima, you have to believe in yourself. You are the most talented person I have ever met. You chose to be an editor because that is your ideal, but you are also a very good author. If you enter the literary world, then in the next ten years, only your name will stand at the top."

Thinking of this, Oshima Kazuya felt his body begin to tremble. It was a climax from the spiritual level.

He was trembling, and then he looked at Kitajima Koma eagerly, waiting for him to send him to the peak of spirit.

"Hmm... Mr. Oshima, why are you looking at me like that?" Ju hesitated for many times before finally saying, "You look weird right now. I feel like there's a sick desire in your eyes."

"Maybe, I mean maybe, haven't you ever thought about praising me? Giving me some spiritual encouragement. After all, I'm still feeling very anxious right now."

"I don't think you need encouragement because you are Mr. Oshima." Koma said seriously.

This sentence made Oshima Kazuya stunned for a moment, and then a light seemed to shine in his eyes.

"Thank you." (End of this chapter)