Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

Simply closing the browser, sitting in his room, he gave up his thinking.

"What is the identity of the other party has nothing to do with me at all, as long as it can help me win the award, everything else is trivial, and it doesn't matter. It is best to have a relationship with that Okumura Kuniwa. If not, it will also affect Nothing."

Winning awards, becoming a new generation of literary giants, and earning enough royalties are Xiaosan's current goals.

Maybe proving yourself is a goal, but the most important thing is, yes, money!

"Based on the speed of the traditional publishing industry, it should not be launched soon. Moreover, he still has to compete for the Mishima Award. That guy Okumuragawa will definitely need some preparations."

It’s just June and July is about to enter, and there’s still a long way to go before the next Mishima Awards selection. It’s best to publish things around November in the second half of the year. choose.

It takes three or four months to ferment, and then use the contacts that Okumuragawa himself said to win awards.

As long as nothing goes wrong, he'll be fine.

His eyes moved slightly, and the corner of Xiaosan's mouth couldn't help revealing a smile. Even though he hadn't succeeded yet, he was almost half successful now. All he needed was to wait.

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Mingming woke up at two o'clock in the morning yesterday, stayed up until eight o'clock in the night and fell asleep, and finally woke up at one o'clock in the morning.

Discomfort, feeling like I lost sleep.

Chapter 220. Hair is often the most important clue

After finishing the matter of his own publishing, Xiaosan's life also temporarily returned to peace.

"Qiuyue-jun, is it really okay? Are you not worried that classmate Gui will be angry?"

In the library, Yuika Koga, who was arranging the books, looked at Xiao San, who was standing not far from her, pushing the cart, and tidying the bookshelves for her along the way, with a sly look in his eyes.

Xiaosan, who didn't notice this, shook his head lightly, casually put the books in his hands on those bookshelves, and then labeled them.

"Anyway, I was just sitting in the calligraphy club to pass the time, and since it's Yuika who asked for help, I can't just sit idly by."

Originally, Yan Ye wanted to come along and help Weihua sort out the library together with Xiaosan, but Weihua refused with various reasons. Yan Ye is not the kind of strong personality, and he has nothing to do with it. Method.

He could only watch Weihua take Xiaosan's hand and leave the classroom directly.

The only thing Xiaosan could do was to tell Yan Ye with his eyes, so that she could feel at ease.

With the heavy ink and the faint smell of dust flowing, the two of them were alone in the silent library, Xiaosan wanted to get away from Yan Ye for a while, and get his own respite.

As for Koga Yuika, when she was arranging the bookshelves, she glanced at Xiao San beside her from time to time.

"This is a mistake with this."

Xiaosan, who just had spare energy, looked at the bookshelves organized by Weihua, saw that the other party's label was wrong, and stretched out his hand to point it out, but was hugged tightly by Weihua's outstretched arms, and then caught in there. Flat, but with a slight ups and downs of the chest.

The sudden change did not surprise Xiaosan, who had already prepared himself to some extent.

How could a girl who was able to ride him under him, was about to stuff her underwear into her mouth, put her corset in his shoe cabinet, and kissed him directly in front of everyone in the classroom, how could she compromise so easily.

"Only flower."

"What does Qiuyue-jun want to say? Dissuade me from giving up?"

The girl with short blond hair looked at Xiaosan in front of her, hugged his cell phone tightly, then moved closer to Xiaosan's body, stood on her toes, raised her face, and looked at herself In front of him, Xiaosan who was much taller than himself.

I want to see clearly the other person's expression, what it is like, and hear clearly, how will he answer himself.

Looking at his embraced left arm, Xiaosan was not too excited, his calm expression did not have the slightest ups and downs, on the contrary, there was a slight arc slowly.

The free right hand gently landed on the girl's pink lips, and the thumb was on the delicate lips, gently stroking, then slowly lowered her head, looking at Weihua's bright emerald green Eye pupils, printed on it.

Weihua was a little surprised and surprised.

She had thought a lot about being rejected and hated, but she never thought that Xiaosan would take the initiative at this time.

Feeling the warmth, the taste that she had touched but never deeply felt, she let go of her arms, hugged Xiaosan's neck tightly, closed her eyes, and felt the taste that she had never felt before. to everything.

A smile flashed across Xiaosan's face, then he closed his eyes, and was about to hug the girl to continue, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in his lips, which made him open his mouth involuntarily. eyes.

Weihua loosened her arms, took a few steps back, and looked at Xiaosan's expression of disbelief and understanding with a smiling expression on her face, and a smile flashed across her moon-like squinted eyes.

"Are you surprised? Qiuyue-kun."

She pulled away Xiaosan's hand covering her lips, stretched out her tender and slender index finger, and lightly touched the bright red lips that were overflowing due to brokenness, and retracted it in front of her. After a glance, she stretched out The wet, pink and tender tip of the tongue, a little bit.

Facing Xiao San's incomprehensible expression, he slowly closed his eyes, showing a fascinated expression, then opened his eyes and looked at Xiao San.

"This is a punishment for disobedience."

Glancing at the closed door of the library, and then at Weihua in front of him, his lips were bitten and it was difficult to speak, Xiaosan, who was still slightly in pain, walked towards Weihua slowly.

Under Weihua's somewhat curious and puzzled eyes, Xiaosan stretched out his hand, and slowly landed on the top of the girl's head, and then...

"Cough, cough, cough!"

While coughing violently, Weihua sat disheveled on the floor of the library, and spit out the strange liquid in her mouth.

In the library where there was only one person left, she reached out and wiped off the bright red corners of her mouth, as well as some other mixed strange traces, and slapped the floor hard, showing an angry and dissatisfied expression.

"Damn Qiuyue-jun, it's really disgusting to do such a rough thing to me. I will absolutely, absolutely not let you go easily! Hmph!"

The girl clenched her silver teeth, then stood up staggeringly, pulled up her skirt, buttoned her school uniform again, and then slowly left from the library...

"Qiuyue-kun, your lips."