My Name is Kosaka Kyosuke but I Don't Want to Be Pushed Down by My Sister

Putting down these worries in her heart, Wu Geng Liuli got up and supported the wall and returned to her bedroom.

I didn't feel any problem with Kosaka Kyousuke's support before walking around, but now I feel a little strenuous walking alone.

Sitting at the computer desk, he opened a file of the new novel that he showed Kyosuke Kosaka before.

Looking at the documents inside, and the follow-up content that is still in my mind.

After hesitating for a moment, I finally continued to write along with the new work I wrote before, and presented all the related fantasies in my mind in words on the computer. Before I knew it, it had reached [-] words. It is completely ready to submit to the publishing house.

"I can achieve it even if I don't do it in accordance with the market!!

hum-

I am a holy black cat that fell from heaven to the world.

It’s just a small dream, as long as you work a little harder, it will definitely come true—”

When I sent this confident short story to the publishing house, I had to change it to a new name, otherwise the impression left by my previous pseudonym would affect the editor's judgment on this short story.

After finishing these tasks, she habitually brought over the novels that she hadn't finished reading before, but she couldn't calm down to read the contents no matter what. Before, when her brain was occupied by the storyline, it was nothing. The words Takasaka Kyousuke said before resurfaced, which annoyed her so much that she couldn't calm down at all.

"Ahhh-"

He closed the book irritably, and reopened it after a while.

It's just that this time, instead of continuing to read from the place where she read last time, she read from the beginning of the novel, comparing the novels she wrote one by one, and she wants to see what is the difference between the commercial novel and the novel she wrote .

It's nothing if you don't compare. After this comparison, she found the problem.

After all, my own novels are amazing.

Many details in commercial novels are described too rough, and most of the things are clearly explained, and there is no way to compare with what she writes. Even the story is not as exciting as her own. She really can't understand, such a novel All of them can be published and sell well, so why can’t the novels I wrote be published...

and many more.

Why should I buy such a novel and come back to read it?

Throwing the novel aside, looking at the books on the bookshelf, I don't know when there have been a lot of similarly unnutritious best-selling novels.

My heart suddenly became complicated.

The answer is already obvious, but she just doesn't want to admit it, she actually wants to...

Shaking his head and throwing these distracting thoughts to the back of his mind, lying on the bed and forcing himself not to think about those things, writing novels for money, what is the difference between that and selling one's soul like a devil?Selling my soul in exchange for success, then why am I writing novels...

Obviously, there is only one answer.

That is for money.

But why do I write novels for?At the beginning, I really felt that others could make so much money with words, and I felt that there was no difficulty at all, and I could do it myself. Then I gradually discovered how difficult it is to write novels, and gradually fell in love with creation from here.

That's why she thinks that the starting point for writing novels should be the love in her heart, which is why she resists being measured by money.

Even though there is no conflict between writing novels and making money, she still feels that her starting point should not be how to make money, but to write what she wants to write, and turn the uncontrollable enthusiasm in her heart into words Pass it on and find readers who can relate to your fantasies.

But every submission, every creation, has not received any response.

Failed again and again...

Let her start to waver now.

"It's all that annoying ghost who said those inexplicable things, otherwise it will become like this..."

Wugeng Liuli blamed all the faults of her upset on Kosaka Kyosuke.

I couldn't even control my emotions.

Picking up the phone, he found Kosaka Kyosuke's number from the short address book and dialed it. He roared dissatisfied the first time Kosaka Kyosuke answered the call.

"Now you are satisfied!!

me--

Now I can't calm down at all, do you have to force me to become as mercenary as you to be satisfied! ! !

asshole! ! !

Kyosuke Kosaka, you bastard! ! !

I hate you! ! ! "

13 I destroyed you, black cat!

After answering the phone, Kosaka Kyosuke felt a bit inexplicable, and then he was relieved.

In his previous life, he also left his hometown and went to a big city because of the passion in his heart. In that unfamiliar steel city, he was almost penniless, but he had to face this familiar yet strange world alone. I went to the construction site to work part-time for my livelihood. During that time, my life was very exhausting and tiring, and I even gave up comics for a while.

Because he feels that what he loves is worthless at all, and he can't even support himself. What he pursues is a bubble and an illusion after all.

Although in the end, he settled down in life, he still picked up comics again.

But after experiencing the baptism of society, he found that his thoughts on comics could no longer be as pure as they used to be, and he was struggling every day and night. Should he draw comics for money, or continue to stick to his original intention and draw himself? What he wanted to paint, in the end... he compromised.

Money really does matter.

It was because he didn't make money that he suffered so many stares, so many ridicules, and was regarded as not doing his job properly.

Just make money...