Life in Tokyo starting as a child star

After that, Tomoko Fukuda stopped paying attention to the situation at Chiyo Kojima's autograph session.

After all, the Tokyo Book Fair starts at nine in the morning.

It's already eight forty-five in the morning.

She also almost had to confirm personnel arrangements, such as whether security guards were in place, etc. Of course, she couldn't delay it any longer.

Just like that, Tomoko Fukuda picked up her mobile phone and started to contact and confirm various matters.

Wait until she has arranged everything.

The Tokyo Book Fair has finally officially started.

"This momentum looks very good, Nohara-sensei."

After counting the number of new books that were waiting for signing, Tomoko Fukuda spoke with a sigh on her face.

"It's really good."

Next to him, the male writer signed another book and shook hands with the reader to thank him, then nodded in approval.

It has been more than two hours since it started.

He has successively signed more than 30 books and sold them.

If this situation continues, he is estimated to have exceeded 200 new book signings today.

This is a good thing.

The number of die-hard readers representing Nohara-sensei continues to grow upwards.

Although the other party is still a mid-level author, he has the potential to reach a higher level.

If I work harder and write a few new books of good quality, I might be able to join the ranks of upper-class authors.

only.

"The situation is a bit strange."

Teacher Yonohara said hello again, raised her head, and Tomoko Fukuda glanced at the queue in front of her.

It's a little strange.

Just now she saw that there were at least twenty or thirty people in the queue in front of her, waiting for Nohara's new book to be signed.

Why did she just lower her head and count the remaining new books.

When I looked up again, the number of people in the queue in front of me had significantly reduced.

At a rough glance, there should be about seven or eight people missing.

This is a little strange.

Tomoko Fukuda looked puzzled.

Most of the readers who come here to queue up for the book signing are die-hard fans of Nohara-sensei.

Why do so many people just disappear after saying no?

Is there something important?

Flicking her fingers, although she was confused, Fukuda Tomoko didn't think too much.

It is estimated that the readers who came as a group to attend the book signing are temporarily busy and will most likely come back later.

No need to think too deeply.

With this thought in mind, she sat on the cushioned chair behind Nohara and stretched out.

I have been busy setting up the autograph signing venue these two days.

She also suffered from sleep deprivation.

Now the autograph session is on track.

She was finally able to free her hands and sit down for a while to rest.

Fukuda Tomoko tilted her face, closed her eyes and fell into a state of sleep.

But this state of false sleep did not last long.

She was woken up by a sudden sound.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Opening her eyes impatiently, Fukuda Tomoko was about to say something.

But before she finished speaking, she paused.

Because the person standing in front of her was none other than Mr. Nohara, who was in charge of signing his new book just now.

"Nohara-sensei?"

She hurriedly patted herself and stood up sheepishly.

People were working their butts off at the front to sign sales.

Fortunately for her, she just sat in the back and fell asleep.

This behavior is indeed somewhat inappropriate.

She coughed dryly and tried to make up for it.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nohara, I've been busy preparing for the autograph session these past two days and I haven't had enough sleep. How was the autograph session? Did something go wrong?"

This is a common query.

After all, the reason why Nohara came to see her was because some unexpected situation happened during the autograph signing and she needed to deal with it.

However, as soon as this sentence was spoken.

Tomoko Fukuda was keenly aware of something strange.

There was something obviously wrong with Mr. Nohara's expression in front of him, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

"Uh, what's going on? Did something happen at the autograph session? Nohara-sensei?"

Fukuda Tomoko was a little strange and repeated it again.

"There is indeed something wrong with the autograph session, but I don't know how to describe it. It's better for Editor Futian to go and see for yourself."

Teacher Nohara smiled bitterly.

"Shall I go see it myself?"

Glancing strangely at the middle-aged man in front of her, Fukuda Tomoko subconsciously looked behind him.

Then, Tomoko Fukuda's eyes froze.

To be more precise, I was stunned.

"What's going on?"

The voice subconsciously rose by a degree, and Tomoko Fukuda wiped her eyes in disbelief.

No wonder she reacted this way.

The neat queue in front of their publishing house had now disappeared without a trace.

There was no one in front of the long table.

Paired with Nohara's new books that she carefully arranged.

There is an indescribable feeling of loneliness and desolation.

But this is impossible.

She admitted that she did sleep.

But at most I only slept for half an hour.

Half an hour ago, there were at least twenty or thirty people lined up in front of their publishing house's exhibition.

How could such a number of people just disappear?

And it doesn’t look like I just bought a book and left—none of the new books on the table were touched.

She looked confused and had no idea what was going on.

You must know that Nohara is not a pillar-level famous writer in their school publishing house.

But he is also somewhat famous in literary circles.

At least 150 new books can be signed at each book signing event.

But what happened today?

The book signing event ended less than three hours after it started?

A rough look showed that only more than 30 books were signed in total?

What happened?

She was extremely confused.

Nohara, the teacher next to her, seemed to see her confusion and pointed helplessly: "Editor Fukuda, you don't have to worry about it. Look over there."

"Huh?"

Tomoko Fukuda looked in the direction of the other person's finger.

Then

She was really stunned.

Because the treatment of the Eishusha Publishing House next to them was similar to that of their publishing house.

There were few people over there.

A rough count showed that there were only seven or eight people queuing up to buy new books.

"This"

This scene really made Tomoko Fukuda speechless.

You have to know that Eishusha is different from their Gakkyokan Publishing House.

They sent their mainstay author to attend this Tokyo Book Fair.

The other party's pen name is Osamu Kamiya.

That's a famous writer who can sell 100,000 or 200,000 copies a week.

But what happened?

At this time, the long table should be full of readers waiting for his autograph.

Why are there only seven or eight readers standing in line today?

This can't be described as shabby, but pitiful is more appropriate.

Thinking of this, Fukuda Tomoko touched her head.

She really couldn't figure it out.

Why did she just close her eyes for a while.

The whole world seemed to have changed.

"Editor Fukuda, the answer you want to know is actually at the next booth."

Sighing helplessly, Mr. Nohara pointed to the side.

"Huh? The next booth?"

The next booth

Isn't that the booth of the new editor Chiyo Kojima?

But they and Eishusha are already in this miserable state.

What can the editor named Chiyo Kojima look like? I guess he has been wiped out?

She looked puzzled and took a step.

Then, she stopped.

In her eyes, an incredible scene was reflected.

People.

Lots and lots of people.

It was as if everyone at the book fair had gathered together, crowding in front of the Tankosha Publishing House exhibition area.

"Gulp."

Swallowing dryly, Tomoko Fukuda's lips parted subconsciously.

To be honest, she rarely used "huge crowds" to describe a book signing event.

After all, that was a treatment that only famous writers could have.

But the scene in front of her, if not a huge crowd, what else could be used to describe it?

And the most important thing was not this

Her eyes were raised and immediately attracted.

Just like a moth is destined to be attracted by a firefly.

Tomoko Fukuda's sight was also attracted by something in her eyes.

It was a little boy

A perfect little boy who seemed to exist only in the world of literary novels.

His upper body was slightly tilted, and he seemed a little cautious, but there was an indescribable tenderness in his childish eyes.

The light fell smoothly.

His white fingers looked almost transparent and confusing.

This is an indescribable beauty.

It seems to have an unspeakable power.

Just a glance from a distance made Fukuda Tomoko's heart tremble.

She finally understood why so many people gathered here.

Because this is a child whose existence is incredible.

A little boy who is exactly the same as the nephew "Shi" described in Kitamizu Sumi's book "She and Him".

Fukuda Tomoko had read Kitamizu Sumi's "She and Him" ​​on the Internet.

After all, Kitamizu Sumi is also a very good middle-level author, plus Kitamizu Shi's previous promotion in the child industry.

Her works are still followed by many people in the industry.

Therefore, Fukuda Tomoko still clearly remembers the appearance of the nephew's room described by Kitamizu Sumi.

[His eyes overlap with the lights. ]

[Like the enchanting and beautiful Noctiluca flying in the afterglow of the lights. 】

【At this moment, even his petite, white fingertips were very cute in Fanbo's eyes. 】

【His face reflected on the car window was something that did not exist in this world. 】

【But he, who was in the same space as Fanbo, was something she could touch. 】

This is a very illusory, hazy, but extremely poignant description.

At that moment, the heroine Fanbo was attracted by her nephew named "Shimu" and could not extricate herself.

But Fukuda Tomoko knew.

Such characters will only exist in novels forever.

The sunshine in literary novels will never shine into reality.

But today is different.

The sunshine in literary novels really shines into reality.

Fukuda Tomoko looked at her nephew "Shimu" on the stage for a long time without coming back to her senses.

Until she was accidentally pushed by the reader next to her.

The whole person reacted.

No? What happened?

Was she so engrossed in watching a child?

Fukuda Tomoko held her forehead and looked at Chiyo Kojima who was responsible for maintaining order nearby.

She finally understood why the other party was so sure that he could sign and sell 600 new books.

Good guy - this directly invited the prototype characters in the novel to "come out"!

If he couldn't sign and sell 600 copies, it would be a bit strange.

You just raised your hand and used the "beauty trap" trick, isn't it too dirty?

All readers were attracted here, and other publishing houses were so deserted that they could almost pile up snow!

Shouldn't novels be determined by content?

You even used the "beauty trap" here, isn't it a bit too much? !

But she had to admit.

Chiyoko Kojima's vision in finding people is indeed good.

It really feels like a novel!

Her eyes unconsciously raised again, and she sighed in her heart.

Good night everyone!