I Won't Be a Loser

"No."

Shaking his head, there is nothing special to tell and talk about in a moment.

"That's all for now. I'm going to prepare dinner, and the sage is here to help."

"......"

Silently followed Qingpu Wu and walked towards the kitchen counter, then she lay quietly on the sofa and watched TV......

"It will be on sale soon. It has been advertised in magazines for so long. How will the specific effect be? It depends on this weekend."

6 month 15 day.

After nearly a month, under the handling of Mari Fuzeoka, the book of the sage has finally arrived. When the sage received a call from the other party, he felt a little emotional. It's time for the sale.

"Is it the weekend? There are still two days left, I know."

"Really don't think about it, show your face?"

"Then it doesn't make sense. I don't like that. I'm already very popular now. If more girls like me, I don't have so much time to deal with my own affairs."

Fuzeoka Mari, who still didn't have a boyfriend, couldn't help but sighed when she heard the sage's answer, feeling a little depressed in her heart.

"Okay, I got it, then, I'll contact you when it's released."

"Ah."

The samples have been received, and the sage sent one copy back to Hida Itomori, and the other to Setsuna and the world. As for the sage himself, he left two copies, one for himself and the other... .....

"Is it the weekend?"

There was still some time before the weekend, and the sage was going to give her that book on that day.

The royalties of more than 50 yen have already arrived in the account, and I gave the money for the computer to Fuzeoka Mari, and kept the rest on my body, sitting at the desk, looking at the computer files, and I didn’t know what to do for a long time. What to write when he came down, sat for a long time in a dull mood, and after dark, he left his apartment.

For a long time, he never went out at night, almost like a model student, he returned home early, went to bed early, and got up on time every day, even the sage himself felt a little bit about his own work and rest. incredible.

For a long period of time, not only did he turn day and night upside down, he didn't have any regular work and rest at all, his body was also in that situation, and he became a little haggard day by day, but now he has maintained it for two months regular schedule.

"So you can only be a normal Yangjian person when you are in school?"

Walking out of his apartment, he walked to the convenience store. The clerk, who seemed to be absent today, took a cup of coffee, and the wise man checked out and left the convenience store, and started shopping outside.

The current time is 7 o'clock, and there is still a long time before the subway is out of service, and even if it is out of service, there are still taxis, but the price is a bit more expensive...

A while ago I didn’t go out very much, that’s because I only had living expenses on my body, like shopping and not buying anything, it was a little difficult for the sage to understand, rather than just watching the suffering, it’s better not to go.

He didn't carry too much with him. Under the night, there would always be some people who were ready to move, and the sage didn't want to go out, so he lost all his living expenses.

From Korakuen Station, he came to Shinjuku by subway. He has not been to Shinjuku for a long time. Looking at the familiar environment in front of him, he couldn't help sighing. It's a pity that he can't go to an izakaya at this age, and those adults a little place.

"It's feasting and feasting."

Standing in front of Shinjuku Street, looking at the street in front of him, he was silent for a while, and didn't go forward. It was just a whim to come here. When he really arrived in Shinjuku 80.00-chome, it is estimated that [-]% of the shops, he can't get in...

I really don’t know what I should write about, and I’m planning to take a stroll in Shinjuku Street to find some so-called inspiration, but looking at the feasting lights in front of me, standing in front of the street, he sighed softly, that’s it. Ready to leave.

"Yo, brother, we meet again."

A man in a suit and leather shoes with a combed back hair appeared in front of the sage, with his hands in his pockets, looking ruffian, accompanied by a faint smile, with a special temperament—unlike a good man .

Looking at the person who appeared in front of him, the sage showed a puzzled expression on his face.

"Which one?"

"Speaking of which, it's been a while, maybe two months have passed, brother, you forgot about me, but I have a deep impression on you, brother, at that time, I gave A business card for you, isn't it?"

Recalling the situation at that time, the man in front of him gave him a business card when he was shopping, but he had almost forgotten about it.

"Are you out shopping alone?"

"......Um."

Looking at the person in front of him, the sage frowned slightly, nodded slightly.

"That's so boring. Since we are destined to meet again, come on, I'll take you to a good place."

The man put his hand on the sage's shoulder, smiled slightly at the sage, stretched out his hand, and led the sage forward...

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Seven thousand words in two hours, people are numb

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Cherry Blossom Season: 177. Let me deal with it first

"How is it here? Isn't it very lively?"

Obviously only met twice, but the man put his arm on his shoulder quite familiarly. Before the sage could say anything, he led the sage into a shop in Shinjuku [-]-chome. The flashing lights in the store are dazzling.

In different seats, there were some women chatting with guests. Their clothes... The sage was not very good at commenting. His eyes stayed on them for a while, and then looked away.

But apart from the red lights and the green wine, there are no other features in the whole store. Just looking at it for a while, the sage also found it meaningless. The man standing beside him couldn't help but look at the indifferent sage. He raised his eyebrows, feeling amused.

"My name is Toyo Hayama, and I run an office here."

He reached out his hand to the woman passing by to say hello, Ye Shanfeng's eyes fell on the sage, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the sage in front of him.

"What would you like to drink?"

"water."

"It's really surprising, but—"

The man raised his left hand, snapped his fingers lightly, and a woman with a good figure came over and passionately stuck it to Ye Shanfeng, while Ha Shanfeng calmly ordered a glass of iced whiskey and water, and the woman did the same. Somewhat surprised, he glanced at the sage opposite, smiled, then turned and left.

"You're not a native of Tokyo, are you?"

"It's been a long time since I've been in Tokyo, and this is the first time someone has talked to me about this topic. Is it so obvious?"

"After all, my profession is to watch people."

The two fingers of his right hand compared his own eyes, then turned to the sage, Ye Shanfeng smiled.

"Although it's not very obvious, I can still notice a slight difference from your accent. It's the people in Gifu. The accent is not very obvious, but it has accumulated over the years, and it is not very fast. You can change it, listen carefully, and you can hear it.”

"so."

Nodding his head, the sage didn't care too much, and his eyes fell on the man opposite him.

"So, what's the reason for pulling me here, to introduce me to these stores, to work in such stores, and to get a share?"

"Everyone takes what they need."

"not interested."

Standing up, looking at the man in front of him, the sage smiled, and then walked towards the door. The man looked sideways at the back of him leaving, sat silently, leaning back slightly, Leaning on the sofa, he couldn't help pinching his chin and stroking his short beard.

"How cautious."

"Brother Ye Shan, where is that boy?"

The woman came over with the wine and water, put them on the table, looked at the empty seat opposite Ye Shanfeng, and couldn't help but froze.

"gone."

"gone?"

"It seems to have guessed what I'm going to do, without the slightest hesitation."

"That......"

The woman looked at the glass of water, and the expression on her face became complicated. Hayama, who was sitting on the sofa, sneered softly, took a sip of whiskey, put it down, and gently It landed on the woman's snow-white shoulder, rubbed it, and walked towards the door.

"Fall down."

"..."

After leaving the shop, the sage didn't hesitate at all. He stood on the street and didn't stop his steps. He kept walking away from Shinjuku [-]-chome, and then slowed down a little. He looked around and looked around. After passing through many business districts, his expression became a little more relaxed.

Even when he was in that store, he acted very relaxed, but in fact, the sage was still more worried about the other party using hard methods.

In the past, I occasionally heard that there is such a group of people in Shinjuku who will stop some girls on the street, regardless of whether they are good-looking, and introduce them to work in various shops, saying what kind of firm they are... In fact, coercion and temptation, even drug control, are very common means.

That Ye Shanfeng just now probably thought that the sage was young, so he was going to attack him.

"It's unquestionably scum."

After wandering around the streets at night for a while, the sage also returned to his apartment before the subway was shut down. After a simple wash, he lay down on his bed in his pajamas and rested.

"First day sales, 672 copies."

Hearing the notice from Fuzeoka Mari, the sage sitting in his room was silent for a moment, his mood was slightly complicated, and he couldn't tell whether it was embarrassment, helplessness, or something else. He sat in his room silently, I fell into deep thought for a long time.

"Such results are already very good. There are 600 volumes in a single day, nearly 700 volumes, which is also nearly one-tenth of the initial printing. With such data maintained, within a week, the second printing can be done directly."

"I see."

The sage was not interested anymore, so he silently hung up the phone, sat quietly in his room and couldn't help but sigh.

If it's not an award, or a little news, he is also very clear that his work has almost come to an end. I am afraid that the total sales volume is only about [-]. I am afraid that it is unlikely to be more.

"Speaking of which, at my current age, writing such a work will attract more or less attention, right?"

But the theme is campus-like works, and he is a school, even if he writes such a work, it will not seem so unreasonable. If someone asks why he created such a theme, he directly uses A casual hearing is enough as an answer.

Would anyone really care and ask him this question?

Lying on the bed blinking, looking at the ceiling above his head, the sage closed his eyes helplessly, still feeling a little lost in his heart. It seemed that he was indeed not a genius.

"excuse me."

Pushing the door and entering the president's office, looking at the middle-aged man who was processing the documents, Fuzeoka Mari stood respectfully in front of the desk, watched the other party annotate the documents, and then handed over the plan in his hand to his on the table.

Without looking up, the man glanced at the documents in front of him.

"what is this?"

"How to Run a Proposal for a Gifted Writer."

"The boy's work you are in charge of?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged man put the cap on the pen, put it aside, stretched out his white hand, picked up the plan, and looked through it carefully. The expression on his face changed from casual to serious. At the end, he frowned slightly.