I Won't Be a Loser

After rinsing, Mito Yuuka closed her eyes, sat for a while, adjusted her mentality, and then slowly opened her eyes again, picked up the book on the table, Looking at the title of the book - "The Angel Bearing the Stigma", I fell into deep thought.

She didn't know who that angel was. When she got the title of the book from a sage, and then realized that the content of the book was related to herself, she would think, is the 'angel' really herself?

Looking at the name 'Gongshui Xige', a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she silently took off the plastic cover protecting the book, put it aside and folded it, and silently opened the pages... ...

"I'm home."

Looking at the lights of Qingpu's house on the opposite side of the balcony, the sage sent a text message to Setsuna, pulled up his curtains, put his phone on the table, and went to boil the water slowly, and then came back At that time, I saw the instant reply——

"Um"

With a short one-word answer, the sage smiled and walked towards the bathroom.

Sitting in his own room, wearing light pink pajamas, saw the message from the sage, silently lay down on his own bed, buried his face in the pillow, silently closed his eyes, and took a hard breath. After a while, he turned over, opened his eyes, and looked at the ceiling above his head.

She hasn't been able to understand the sage until now. On weekdays, she is always thinking about some problems, and she doesn't know the sage's thinking circuit. She doesn't go to school every day, and she doesn't know that the sage is in his school. What happened.

Even after dating for such a long time, most of the sages are so mysterious to her.

It is inevitable that the bottom of my heart will be shaken, but I will be persuaded by myself. I lie on my bed for a moment, close my eyes, and the face of a sage will involuntarily appear in front of me. She opens her eyes and sees in a familiar room.

"..."

After throwing off his quilt and wearing pajamas, he walked to the hanger, picked up one of his coats, put it on himself, and walked out of his room.

Sitting on the sofa, Qingpu Wu, who hadn't gone to sleep, was watching a variety show, and suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, so she looked at the moment's room, saw the moment when she walked out of the room, and blinked, not knowing what she was doing. My daughter, at this time, she is not asleep yet, but she is going to do something.

"bathroom?"

"No, I'm going to find a sage."

"he's returned home?"

"Ah."

"......"

When she opened her mouth and wanted to say, "Why don't I go and have a look together", seeing the somewhat serious expression on Setsuna's face, she choked back her words, worried that if she really spoke, her daughter would lose her temper with her .

Anyway, there is plenty of time on weekdays. Thinking of Xiyuan Temple Odoriko, Kiyoura Mai frowned involuntarily, and ended her thinking.

"Are you coming back tonight?"

"No return."

When he reached the door, he opened the door, looked back at his mother, and closed the door casually.

Seeing the moment she left, Qingpu Wu pursed her lips, and casually sent a message to the sage.

The sage who was in the bathroom suddenly heard a knock on the door. He froze for a moment, turned down the water slightly, and heard a clear knock on the door.

Silently washed his body, then picked up the bath towel to wrap his body, after he walked out of the bathroom, he came to the door——

"moment?"

Seeing him wearing pajamas and a single coat standing in front of him, the sage couldn't help but choke, let the girl into his room, closed the door silently, and returned to the bathroom by himself.

At least let him take this bath and end it properly.

Puzzled in his heart, the sage came over suddenly, wiped his body thoroughly, put on his pajamas, and when he returned to the room, he saw the girl who was already lying on his bed.

With his eyes closed, he seemed to have fallen asleep, the sage glanced at it for a moment, poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and lay down on the bed silently.

They were all going to sleep peacefully, but not long after the sage lay down, a hand suddenly grabbed his hand.

He opened his eyes and saw the unpleasant eyes staring at him closely beside him, the sage's eyes wandered for a while, and he could only do his duty as a boyfriend...

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"Isn't this dress okay?"

Wearing a simple knitted sweater, the wise man who came to the venue looked at Mari Fuzeoka beside him, and looked down at his clothes, but he didn't think there was any problem.

"No, it's not that I can't say anything, it's just a little accident."

After thinking about it, the boy in front of me was just an ordinary teenager, and it was the first time for him to face such an event and scene. It was impossible for him to think about everything. It was her own negligence, but after thinking about it, it didn't have much impact. , so it doesn't matter.

Standing in the bookstore, looking at the book signing desk, and then looking at the posters around, even a sage has already expected it in his heart, but when he actually faces it, he will still feel a bit of embarrassment in his heart.

"Sit down now?"

"Well... that's fine."

Fuzeoka Mari glanced at the time on his watch and felt that it was almost time.

So, after glancing at Mari Fuzeoka, the sage silently walked to the signing table, sat down, propped up his cheek with one hand silently, and looked at the inside of the bookstore. environment and circumstances.

This is a large bookstore located in Bunkyo District, and it seems to have some relationship with Kaisakura Club, so after "a heated discussion" as Mari Fuzeoka said, the signing location was decided here.

"There's no one at all."

Sage looked at the book customers in the store, coming in and out, few people would look at him, and looked at Mari Fuzeoka beside him.

"Isn't it just opened for a long time? Wait for a while, there will probably be people."

Glancing at the sage beside him, Fuzeoka Mari murmured in his heart. He probably guessed that such a situation would happen, but he didn't expect it to be so bleak, but he couldn't simply give up halfway, so he It was to appease the sage.

"It will be over by noon, right?"

"Let's wait until the afternoon. Now it's about two o'clock in the afternoon, and it can be over."

"Isn't that a little boring?"

On the contrary, some people looked here, but the other party did not approach him at all. The sage was also a little helpless, silently lowered his head, pulled the peaked cap he bought specially, and covered his face Helpless expression.

"Aren't I still here with you?"

Fuzeoka Mari also sat down, sitting beside the sage, watching those bookstore customers who didn't approach at all, and sighed silently in her heart.

"It's really miserable. Has sales increased during this period?"

"It has increased a little bit. After some publicity, the sales volume has reached nearly [-] copies."

"Isn't it only twice as much as the first day?"

"The publicity has already started, but it still needs a period of fermentation, and it is impossible for everyone to suddenly become interested in a certain book, and then all of a sudden rush to buy a book, right?"

Fuzeoka Mari also feels that the current sales increase is too low, but after thinking about it again, the level of Sage's works is not low at all. I don't know what is the reason why his works did not. It hasn't heated up yet.

"Normally, it's normal for your work to sell tens of thousands, but it's still a little lower now. The publicity has already started, and there will definitely be a more obvious increase within a week."

"Have you contacted those recommended bloggers on the Internet?"

"Internet? Not yet."

Unable to understand what the sage asked, Fuzeoka Mari blinked and shook her head slightly.

I wanted to talk to Mari Fuzeoka about this matter, but suddenly someone approached the table, stopped, and handed a book in front of him, and closed his mouth silently, The sage looked down at the work in front of him, and then at the person who came in front of him.

"Excuse me, is this the place to sign? Are there any requirements?"

The other party was a very ordinary boy, looking at the sage with curious eyes, probably never thought that such a young person could become a writer.

"No, no."

Looking at the book that the other party handed to him, he casually signed his pen name 'Gong Shui Xi Ge' on it with a pen, thinking of the other party and smiling to thank him, thanking the other party for purchasing his book, looking at the other party with a smile Leaving away, he looked sideways at Fuzeoka Mari.

"Where is the first place?"

"There will probably be a second or third soon."

"I heard that those famous writers will hold signing parties, and every time they sign, their hands will be numb and sore, and they can't lift it the next day. Am I lucky?"

"Isn't it better to sell more books?"

"That's right."

The sage nodded. If possible, he also hoped that he could sign and sell more books, but now it seems that this matter is very difficult to achieve.

"Few books are sold, but the hands don't need to be troubled. Many books are sold, but the hands will suffer. Probably it is an exchange of equivalent value."

Listening to the sage's muttering, Fuzeoka Mari didn't know how to answer, she sat silently at the side, seeing that there seemed to be no other people coming around, and thinking that she was going to accompany the sage, sitting here until the afternoon, was also in her mood became helpless.

"Obviously I don't need to do anything, but I didn't expect it to be such a tormenting thing."

"So, can you get off work earlier? There's no need to stick to it until two o'clock in the afternoon, right?"

Fuzeoka Mari pointed to the time on the poster.

"The above are two points. If you leave early, it's not very good. You don't want someone to find out about this matter and attack you in the future, right?"

"I thought I could increase the sales a little bit by coming here, but until now, just one person can roughly understand how sluggish the sales of my works are."

"New writers basically start from this step, and they will definitely get better in the future."

Comforting the sage, Mari Fuzeoka paid attention to the expression on the sage's face, and seeing the sage who had no reaction at all, she couldn't help but pursed her lips, feeling as if her own words were not convincing, which made her feel a little frustrated.

"Sure enough, at the beginning, I'd better go to participate in the selection, which award is better."

"However, you are the type, the pure literature type, and there are no awards to participate in. For example, it is released at this time. This year's Akutagawa Award has nothing to do with you. You can only participate in the selection next year. As for the Mishima Award, it has ended. Well, there is no hope for this year."

As for the fact that he was not selected for the awards this year, the sage knew it in his heart, and he didn't have much expectation for himself to win the award.

"Even if there is, it may not be able to win an award. For pure newcomers, such as the Akutagawa Award, it is still a bit difficult. The Mishima Award, which is more inclined to new writers, may have some hope, but now it is estimated that there is no hope. "

"Wait until next year, then you can participate in the selection."

"next year......."

When it comes to the awards next year, the sage feels that his work is almost completely cool.

He shook his head slightly, but he didn't continue to chat with Mari Fuzeoka, his eyes calmly watched the situation in the bookstore, and looked at the signing place where no one was approaching, and he began to seriously think about what he was going to do next. Will continue to work on this...

On the weekend, Mito Yuuka opened her eyes with dark circles remaining, woke up slowly, and sat up little by little.

The small room and the familiar environment made her bite her lip involuntarily, her mood became depressed, and she couldn't see a ray of sunlight.

She stood up silently, put on her clothes, walked out of her private room, and came to the store silently, glanced at the customers sitting in the store, but there was no familiar figure, she slowly poured a cup of coffee, slowly Back to the single room where I was.

Close the door casually and lock it.

Sitting down, she looked at the book on the table. She finished reading most of it last night, but because she was too sleepy, she still couldn't make it through. In the middle of the night, she couldn't help but close it. His eyes fell asleep all of a sudden.