How I was forced to be a boss

Speaking of which, I am embarrassed myself.

It's as if I've cheated, but when my brain says I want to write like this, my hand has another idea!

"The stories are all spiritual, right?" I looked at my honest editor seriously with a serious face.

Probably infected by my emotions, he got out of that broken state a little bit.

"Yes Yes?"

"For a spiritual story, it is possible to break free from the author's pen after the author has finished writing the opening chapter." I looked at him, letting myself be appropriately deep.

Seeing that the editor listened seriously, I continued: "To the characters in the book, the author is like a god who manipulates fate, but when the text has a soul, the characters have the right to break free from the shackles of fate. "

"I'm sorry, I failed to become a qualified 'god'," I lowered my head in frustration, "but I managed to give them my soul."

Cautiously raised his head, "This can be regarded as success from a certain angle, right?"

"..."

"Right?"

The editor scratched his hair in confusion.

I was very happy to get the affirmation, so I gave him another manuscript in my schoolbag, "This is a short essay, which I have completed before, and I will hand it over to you together. What form do you want? You can publish it, you don’t need to notify me.”

"Yes?"

Seeing him nodding in agreement, I stood up in a happy mood, "Then I have something to do, so I'll go first!"

Editor Teng stood up, "Ah! Please go slowly!"

"Call if necessary!"

The surrounding immediately quieted down, and the editor sat down slowly with a face full of confusion. From the window, he could just see Mr. Zhuxi's leaving figure. After a long silence, he suddenly realized something and widened his eyes.

"Is Teacher Zhuxi cheating on me?!"

He recalled the conversation between the two again, and he confirmed the matter.

Helplessly, he smiled bitterly, and muttered to himself while opening the newly brought manuscript, "What are you talking about, such as soul, fate, etc. After talking for a long time, you still wrote love as war... This time, I didn't have time last time Readers who sent blades can send them along with this time..."

"Huh? This is?"

Turning to the first page, the word "morbidity" came into view, and he sat there and gradually read it!Fascinated, even the aroma of the coffee served by the clerk failed to bring him back from his thoughts

Leaving the cafe, I exchanged a glance with the man in black who was following me on the side of the road, and after confirming each other's positions, I couldn't wait to rush towards the Armed Detective Agency.

When I received the news about Mr. Edgar Allan Poe from Mr. Ranpo, I was almost speechless with excitement.

"Mr. Ranpo, is everything going well?"

"Of course, it is impossible for a famous detective to fail!"

Although I had expected it long ago, when I really got a positive answer from Mr. Ranpo, I still couldn't hold back my excited scream.

"Mr. Ranpo is great! You are the most powerful person in the world! You are also the best person in the world!"

"Of course!" Mr. Ranpo's voice also sounded very happy.

"Then, I helped Xiao Lingyang accomplish such an important matter, how can Xiao Lingyang thank me?"

Mr. Ranpo suddenly lowered his voice on the phone and asked me, and said the last word "thank you" slowly, as if he had chewed it carefully.

At that time, my mind was empty, and there was nothing but the word 'happy'.

"Mr. Ranpo wants me to do anything!" Even if he wants the stars in the sky, I will find a way to pick them off for him!

"Hmm..." Mr. Ranpo made a thoughtful voice, "Then let's have another duel."

His voice was very soft, and there was an imperceptible smile on his face. The lightness of his voice didn't sound like a serious invitation, but rather teasing.

Speaking of the duel, it was like a bucket of cold water was poured on my hot head, and my high spirits came back in no time.

Realizing that Mr. Ranpo wasn't serious, I puffed up my cheeks unhappily, "That's too much, Mr. Ranpo."

"I know that I wouldn't agree to such a thing."

"Eh—? It's obviously Xiao Lingyang, you can do whatever you want."

Thinking of what I said out of my own head, I immediately regretted it, but I wasn't very worried.

"Except for this matter." I ruthlessly rejected him.

"It's a blatant shameless trick!"

"That's right!" Regarding this point, in front of Mr. Ranpo, I admitted it very frankly.

I don't worry about such things.

because……

! "In front of Mr. Ranpo, I have such a privilege, right?"

"The right to cheat."

Mr. Ranpo didn't know why he suddenly fell silent. If it wasn't for the shallow breathing sound coming from the microphone, I would have thought the phone was disconnected.

"Mr. Ranpo?" What happened?I wondered in my heart.

I froze for a moment, "What?"

"Ling Yang always has the right to play tricks in front of me." He said this in a calm tone different from usual, paused, and immediately sounded back to his usual appearance, "So, the world The number one detective agrees!"

Mr. Ranpo is really pampering me.

Suppressing the soreness in my heart, I laughed, "Then thank you, Mr. Detective!"

"Yes, yes, please leave it to me."

As if he was finally satisfied, Mr. Ranpo reminded, "That guy is temporarily staying in the Armed Detective Agency. He looked very depressed after losing to the famous detective last time. Hurry up and take your chairman away."

Because Ranpo-san said so, I came here with anticipation.

By the time I recovered from my memories, I was already standing downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency, pushed open the door, and as I approached the place where the Armed Detective Agency was step by step, my heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

Just very nervous.

Although it was a trick to keep Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, after all, I can't really force a person to do what he doesn't want to do.

So I have to explain the matter to him carefully again.

"Hello everyone?"

I carefully pushed open the door of the Armed Detective Agency. Although I don't know how many times I've been to the coffee shop downstairs, it's the first time I've actually been to the place where they work.

How should I put it, it looks like a very ordinary office?

"Teacher Zhuxi! Why are you here!"

It was Ms. Haruno Kirako whom I met last time. She looked at me as if she was pleasantly surprised.

"Are you here to find Mr. Ranpo? He just accepted a case and went out. Do you want to wait here?"

Miss Haruno said a series of words excitedly.

"Ah, I actually am! I'm here to..."

"Teacher Zhuxi?"

A familiar voice came from behind me, I turned around, and Mr Poe was coming in from outside.

The moment I really met him, the anxiety in my heart suddenly disappeared, so I looked up at him and blinked, "Well, Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, do you want to have a cup of coffee together?"

"Mr. Edgar Allan Poe?" The person sitting opposite me lowered his head, even though his eyes were covered by his hair, I could still feel his depression.

Because his little raccoon also vividly made a dejected look.

—Have you become refined yet?

I don't know why, but I think it's a little funny to look so pitiful.

I heard his aggrieved voice.

In fact, now should be the time to be serious, but because this young man who is much older than me is so cute, I can't be serious anyway, so I can only comfort him with a voice that still contains a smile , "If I am disappointed in you, I will not try my best to keep you. In fact, I really look forward to your joining my association."

"You lied to me then."

"Feel sorry."

"You know I will lose to Ranbu-kun."

"Well……"

He looked even more despondent.

It seems that he really likes detectives.

I suddenly felt my heart go soft.

Looking at Mr. Poe's appearance, I sometimes think of myself.

"Mr. Poe?" I softened my voice.

Hearing his name, he looked up at me.

"It's fun to lose, isn't it?"

He seemed to be stunned for a moment.

I looked at him seriously, hoping he could feel my sincere attitude, "Stay here."

"There will definitely be more in the future - more interesting things, if we are with you..."

"It won't be lonely, I promise."

Edgar Allan Poe's hand holding the book in his hand tightened subconsciously, "Mr. Zhuxi..."

"Ok?"

!

"Is this really all right? Obviously Ranbu-kun has won against me."

Hey, no matter how powerful Mr. Ranpo is, what's the use?I thought bitterly in my heart.

"Mr. Poe, you must have no idea how glad I am to see you." I looked at him, earnestly trying to convey my thoughts to him.

I carefully told the matter from beginning to end.

Thinking of the writing by Mr. Edgar Allan Poe that Mr. Ranpo sent me, my voice became more sincere, "And your talent is beyond doubt, please don't belittle yourself."

After thinking for a while, he added, "As for Mr. Ranpo, I lost this time, let's do it again next time."

"It's impossible for Mr. Poe to be so helpless."

That's where I came to the conclusion.

Especially when encountering things about my favorite detective, the eyes that occasionally protrude from the hair seem to be shining brightly like fire.

Because of this, I judged that he is suitable to be the chairman.

For creators, love and passion are important things, and the association needs him.

"Since you have said so, let me give it a try." He whispered.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I couldn't help standing up, leaning forward, and holding his hand across the table.

At this moment, although I looked very hopeless, I did feel the moisture in my eye sockets.

"That's great!"

jingle--

There was the sound of the door being pushed open behind him.

"I heard that Xiao Lingyang, you—"

Edogawa Ranpo, who just came in, looked at the scene in front of him and stopped talking halfway.

The girl with her back turned to him stood up, leaned out, approached the person across the table, and bent slightly.

Frowning, Edogawa Ranpo looked at the girl who turned around to look at him with a serious face, her eyes were full of doubts, and her eyes passed over the hands of the two.

"Xiao Lingyang, what are you doing?"