I'm the heroine of a love game in a comic book

I don’t know how long Akutagawa Ryunosuke has been in this world, or when he traveled through time. Xuejian feels that he is much less expressive than before.

After staring at Yukian for several seconds, Akutagawa Ryunosuke withdrew his gaze and said to his boss, "We are going to interview you, so let's get started."

Only then did Yukie bring together Akutagawa Ryunosuke and the new literary talent Yanagawa Takashi whom they were going to interview.

Akutagawa is still sticking to the path of literature.

The original surprise, panic, suspicion and fear of the system all disappeared. Yes, the moment she saw Akutagawa Ryunosuke, she was sure that it must be the game and the system that were causing trouble.

But now none of this matters. Xuejian just wants to ask him, how are you doing?

Whoever you are, thank you for bringing us together.

The past that she tried so hard to forget, the past that she even sought hypnosis from a psychologist, the past that she loathed herself and realized belatedly was playing with her feelings, like the texts from ancient Babylon that finally saw the light of day after thousands of years, were once again spread out in front of her.

Xuejian opened her mouth.

Will you think I am lying to you? Will you be so angry that you want to kill me?

"Yuecheng, Yuecheng." The boss called her in a low voice.

Hmm? Seeing that she hadn't come back to her senses yet, Akutagawa Ryunosuke seemed to be in a good mood. He pressed the back of his hand and said:

"Please ask the question, Miss Tsukishiro."

"Ah, the first question is, what inspired you to write?"

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and after she finished reading, she didn't dare to look up at Akutagawa.

Then a clear laugh came from above my head.

Hearing Akutagawa "making fun of" her, Xuejian didn't care about her guilty feeling and raised her head and glared at him quickly.

"Hurry up and tell me!" the voice was exasperated.

I'm giving you face, but do you remember that you are my subordinate? How dare you laugh at me? Humph.

The boss opened his mouth, shook his head and moved back and forth between the two of them.

Akutagawa was stunned, and the emotion in his eyes flashed. Just when Xuejian was wondering if Akutagawa was stupid and actually missed her bad temper, she heard Akutagawa Ryunosuke solemnly:

"Because of my love."

The boss took a deep breath and kept glancing at Xuejian.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who is now nearly thirty years old, is no longer as sharp as his younger self, with a clear and melodious voice like a stream.

"She loves literature and taught me to use my pen to protect the city I love. I am also very happy to see that she still remembers her original aspirations. We are in different positions, but we are working hard for the same ideal."

A warm feeling flowed through Yuecheng Xuejian's heart.

It's really great that you can help you escape from unnecessary anger and find the meaning of life. I even feel unworthy of it.

But she had to admit that there was an unknown number of years and a gap between the two of them. Apart from their appearance, she could no longer connect the current Akutagawa Ryunosuke with the boy who stood half a step behind her out of spite back then.

I feel that Akutagawa Ryunosuke is now more mature than I am.

"second question……"

The interview ended in a calm question-and-answer session. Afterwards, despite his boss's strange gaze, Akutagawa Ryunosuke calmly asked Tsukishiro Yukimi to stay, as he had something else to ask.

Xuejian quickly refused. It was fine if there were outsiders around, but what should she and Akutagawa talk about when they were alone? Sorry or long time no see?

So she evaded the question by saying, "I have to go back and sort out the manuscript, which is due to be submitted tonight."

Akutagawa frowned, and the pressure that belonged to the mafia returned to him. Akutagawa Ryunosuke glanced at his boss and asked slowly, "So soon? Do you guys in the newspaper exploit people so much?"

"No, no. Yuecheng, you can hand in the manuscript anytime you want."

The boss ran very fast.

Hahaha, I knew this guy was unreliable. Xuejian looked dead.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke personally escorted his boss out the door, then turned around to close and lock the door.

Turning to Xuejian, he said:

"Miss, let's talk."

Yuecheng Xuejian's eyes went dark and he could not see his future.

*

At times like this, you have to strike first.

Tsukishiro Yukimi took the initiative and said, "Akutagawa, how did you get here and how long have you been here?"

"More than a year." Akutagawa said as he pressed Yukimi down on the tatami. Tea had already been burning on the stove next to them.

Avoiding another question, Xuejian bit her lower lip.

However, Akutagawa Ryunosuke seemed not to see it. He boiled the water, poured tea leaves into the pot, washed his hands and brewed tea. He performed the whole set of tea ceremony movements smoothly, and finally placed the teacup in front of Yukie.

"Miss, do you think I have made any progress now?"

Ten years ago, Yuecheng Xuejian watched him make tea and said that there should be a special tea room in the house. Now he has done it.

"You have been gone for ten years. During these ten years, I have consulted a tea master and practiced the movements hundreds of times every day, just to make a pot of good tea for you."

Akutagawa narrated calmly, as if there had never been any life or death between them, and he was just entertaining guests from afar.

Even though he had been waiting for this day for ten years.

Xuejian could hardly hold the teacup.

Every move of Akutagawa Ryunosuke reminded her of the past she had almost forgotten. A casual word he said was half of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's life.

"Akutagawa, I..."

"No need to say anything. I just want to ask you a question."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was used to speaking honorifics to Yukie, and she didn't object. This pattern was like they were still a master and servant pair forced to be bound together, nothing had changed.

But some things have changed quietly.

Through the mist of tea, the moment our eyes met, I couldn't tell whether it was the heat from the steam that made my eyes sore or it was the emotion that made them feel dry.

With red eyes and choked voices, they asked each other:

"Are you OK."

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying in unison:

"I'm very good."

It's good to see you.