After the leader of He Sen

I received a message from Yuko.

I thought it was a reminder, but I didn't expect the content of the information to be more shocking than the reminder.

"Teacher Lily, I can no longer be in charge of your manuscripts." This message was followed by a teary man.

"What's the matter? Did you resign?" I heard her reveal that the publishing industry is difficult to do before, but I didn't expect it to be so sudden.

"It's not that I resigned, but I was sent to a big publishing house for juvenile manga magazines."

"Isn't that great!" I couldn't help but exclamation mark, "But the pressure should also be a trend of doubling."

"That's right, I also wanted to be an editor of a comic magazine at the beginning, but I still can't bear to miss Teacher Lily qaq."

"I also hate Yuko, but now the means of communication are so convenient, and I can contact you anytime. And isn't this what Yuko wanted to do from the beginning, cheer up, and work hard in the new position." Have I read too many chicken soup texts pushed by my mobile phone?Even the messages sent out have a strong smell of chicken soup.

"um qaq"

You can almost imagine Yuko's aggrieved eyes.

"But after Yuko leaves, who will be my editor?" I hope it's a girl.

"He's a handsome guy!"

Hope was dashed.

"Editor Chiwei is just the opposite of me. He was transferred from a comic magazine publishing house to a literary magazine, and I heard that he wanted to be a literary magazine from the beginning."

"What a coincidence."

"That's right! I met him when I handed over work this morning. He's really handsome! He's also very serious and careful in his work, and his affection is worth uu!"

I lack interest: "That's good."

"Ms. Lily isn't interested in handsome guys?" Yuko noticed my perfunctory.

"It's not that I'm not interested, I just hope my editor is a cute girl like Yuko."

Yuko was silent for a while before replying to the message: "As expected, I still miss Teacher Lily qaq!"

"Huh?" There was some reassurance after that.

Before leaving, I asked the question I wanted to ask the most at the beginning: "Is it possible for Yuko to get the autograph of the manga artist in the manga magazine?"

Start to make small calculations.

"I'm not very clear about this, but I think it should be possible. Could it be...does Teacher Lili have a favorite cartoonist?"

"some."

"Hey, who is it? Who is it? I've never heard Teacher Lily mention it."

I was a little embarrassed: "It's Kishibe Rohan-sensei."

"!!!"

"I like Rohan-sensei too!!"

Me: "Great! Teacher's debut work "Pink Dark Boy" I have repeatedly read carefully, and I will take it out to read when I have time. The new work that has been serialized recently is also amazing!"

"Has Mr. Lily been to his signing party?"

I replied neatly: "No."

"Huh? Isn't that a pity?"

For some reason or another, I have never participated in a fansign, and just thinking of meeting my favorite manga artist makes me so nervous that I can't speak.Very useless.

"That's why I really want an autograph of Kishibe Rohan-sensei."

"If I am lucky enough to meet Luhan-sensei, I will definitely ask for one for Lily-sensei!" Yuko promised.

"Yuko! Thank you!" I replied happily.

Although it seems very impersonal to say so, it is not a bad thing for Yuko to be sent to a manga magazine.

"Have you received any good news? Teacher Lixiang seems to be in a good mood." Aiba Eri was preparing lessons and was disturbed by my movements.

"It's good news in a way—"

"What good news?" Teacher Tomoko put his hand on my shoulder, "Has Xiao Lixiang found a boyfriend?"

"What what? New boyfriend? Let me see!" Tian Chuan also joined in the fun.

Me: "Huh? It's not what you think, it's just that I may soon get the autograph of my favorite cartoonist."

Tian Chuan looked disappointed: "Oh, that's it."

"Xiao Lixiang, I've always been curious." Teacher Tomoko withdrew her hand on my shoulder, and leaned on my shoulder with her upper body leaning towards me as if she had no bones.

I have gradually adapted to this kind of intimate contact between the same sex, and I am not as resistant as I was at the beginning. "What are you curious about?"

Why does it feel like someone is staring at my neck?Cici.

When I turned my head, I could only see Mr. Aiba carefully flipping through the textbook.

I touched my neck, is it an illusion?

"We've also been working together for almost half a year, but we've never heard you mention anything about your boyfriend." Teacher Tomoko said dissatisfied.

"Because I didn't have a boyfriend." How to discuss things that don't exist.

Teacher Tomoko frowned: "Every time you say something like this with an innocent expression, I always feel that you are lying, and I also feel that you are telling the truth."

She clenched her fists, "Should I introduce to you... Hiss... Isn't the air conditioner turned on? Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

Let go of your clenched fists and start rubbing your arms.

Teacher Tomoko just said that he would introduce a boyfriend to me, and some male students came to me to confess in the afternoon.

He is a child of the school basketball club.It has to be said that boys nowadays are well developed. They are only fifteen or sixteen years old, and their height has already jumped to 1.8 meters.

The boy in front of him is wearing a white shirt and suit pants, which is the school uniform of Yokohama Junior High School.The appearance is handsome, and it looks refreshing in such clothes, but what I want to sigh most is that young children are really not afraid of the cold.

Girls like to send love letters, and boys tend to express their hearts directly.

He was obviously still a little cold, but his face was red with embarrassment, "Mr. Qingzhi, I like you."

I habitually say the rejection I have said many times: "Thank you for your liking, but..."

He interrupted: "I'm different from everyone else, no kidding."

No, it's still the same, because other kids have said that too.

I waited patiently for him to finish speaking.

"Teacher and I are not much different in age. I will graduate next year. If Teacher Qingzhi is still single at that time, can you give me a chance to pursue you?" point.

I looked up at him, I couldn't bear to leave any stains on this clean heart, so I carefully considered how to reply is the most appropriate.

But he looked at my face in a daze, and said firmly: "Teacher, you are so beautiful...the honey in your eyes is about to flow out..."

My thoughts were interrupted by the words of praise that popped up suddenly, I was hanging in the air, and the first thing I said was: "Thank you, but you are still too young, wait for you..."

"Teacher, please accept this thing." He spread his hand, with a button sleeping in his palm, "I want to give the teacher the second button on the school uniform in advance."

I euphemistically said: "This thing should be given to the girl you like on the day of graduation. Give it to me so early and be careful that you will regret it in the future."

"I want the teacher to understand what I mean." He looked at me with precious eyes.

I don't know how many thanks I have said.

Just when I thought this confession was coming to an end, he suddenly said, "Finally!"

"?"

"But...can I give Teacher Qingzhi a hug?"

No, this won't work.It's okay to be a girl, but a boy can only refuse.

Just as he was about to refuse, Aiba Eri's voice sounded behind him:

"Teacher Lixiang—"

I turned to meet his smiling face.

"It's time for class."

This farce is over.

"Teacher Lixiang, when you encounter such a situation, you must firmly refuse from the very beginning." Aiba Eri walked in front of me, his voice was very gentle but it felt unreasonably dangerous.

"I'm going to refuse. You came here just when I was about to refuse." But compared to the confessions I encountered before, this kid is obviously bolder today. I touched my face, did it look good again?

"Do you often encounter it?"

"what?"

Eri Aiba stood still, I finally saw his expression clearly.It's a very normal expression, the sense of disharmony just now is really my illusion.

"Students confess this kind of thing."

"Well," I am also an adult, and being confessed by a child younger than me is not happy, but more embarrassing, "Because the face is pretty good, and children nowadays like beautiful people."

"They can't be regarded as children anymore. They are almost adults, and their physique is no different from that of adults. The things in the minds of boys at this age are much dirtier than what Teacher Lixiang sees." He quietly said explain.

Am I being criticized?

But strangely, he didn't feel angry, probably because Aiba Eri's intentions were good, and he didn't say anything hurtful.

"I understand, I will pay more attention next time." Aiba-sensei, who looks gentle on the outside, is actually a strict person.

*

I started writing the novel The Miracle of the Heart.

[The size of my fist is the size of my heart.

It nestled in the middle left of my chest, throbbing.I'm awake, I'm asleep, I'm standing, I'm sitting, it keeps jumping.Year-round, diligent and conscientious.

I live in a ward on the third floor of the inpatient department of a mental hospital.The room number is Bobo's lips with Wow.

I was alone in the ward.On the bed to my left, there was a chicken essence sleeping. It was humanoid at night, and it would keep barking and crowing in the early hours of the morning to wake me up.At noon, they huddled under the quilt to hatch their eggs.

Not only chicken essence.It is also an essence of chicken that can be a hen or a rooster.

On the bed on the right is a boat sleeping.A dilapidated old ship, too broken, the skeleton is loose, and doctors often rush in to repair it in the middle of the night.

It's really not easy these days. Doctors must be able to repair ships.

I asked the little nurse who gave me the infusion why she didn't arrange other patients in my ward. I was too lonely to be alone, and I didn't even chat.

The little nurse said with a wooden face: "There are people, there are people sleeping on the beds on your left and right."

I looked at the hen hatching eggs on the left, and it glared at me, for fear that I would steal its eggs and cook them.Look at the old boat on the right, the canvas is so torn, and the hull is groaning.

Speechless.

Although I am mentally ill, I am not insane either. Can I not even tell the difference between a man and a chicken and a boat?

Who do you look down on? 】

I wrote the beginning with buttons and buttons, and I received a message from the new editor.

Yes, under Yuko's arrangement, I already have a newly edited file and email address.

The new editor's profile picture is a cartoon volleyball. Are you a fan of volleyball?

"Hello, Teacher Lily." Greeted very politely.

"Hello, Editor Chiwei."

"As for the next manuscript, how is Teacher Lily preparing?"

Really straight to the point.

"I just wrote a little bit of the beginning, but isn't it a week before the deadline for the manuscript? Or is there a change in the publishing house and the deadline is due earlier?" The typing hand trembled slightly.

"That's not the case." He paused for a while, "Sorry, it's still my problem. Because the teacher who was in charge of the comic magazine office needed constant supervision, so I accidentally moved that set here. I will pay attention to it in the future. .”

Understood, it means that the manga teacher who was originally in charge of editor Chi Wei has become more talented.

Kishibe Rohan-sensei can be ruled out. It is said that he draws very fast and will not have the habit of procrastinating.

"Don't be so polite, and don't worry, I will hand in the manuscript in time, and there will be no delay." I typed my reply.

One of the biggest differences between Editor Chiwei and Yuko is that he doesn't know how to use emoticons.

Usually when I chat with Yuko, I will receive funny expressions like Brown Bear, Connie Rabbit, or Mantou Man within a few words, but after chatting with Editor Chiwei for several paragraphs, he still replies in text, even with punctuation marks. None leaked.

It seems that Yuko's evaluation of making a new editor is serious and pragmatic is credible. I thought it was the bonus of appearance that temporarily blinded her.

After returning to Yokohama, I always felt that I became busy.

It's not that the workload has increased, but various reasons.

The care of colleagues and students, the care of my aunt, and now.Just after the chat with editor Chiwei came to an end, Xiangyang called me: "Does Lixiang have time to watch the game this weekend?"

"Huh? If it's in Sendai, it might not be very convenient for me to go back..."

"In Yokohama!" He is probably the same kind of person as Knotweed, his voice is always so energetic, it makes people feel like they are being exposed to the sun.

Since it was in Yokohama and the time was still on the weekend, there was naturally no room for rejection.

"I'll go cheer for you." It's nothing to go to Xiangyang's game, the key is to meet Gong Yoo again, it always feels a little awkward.But leaving after watching the game shouldn't have any impact.

He has a great forgetfulness and super resilience. It may not be possible to have a new girlfriend now. I'd better not take myself too seriously.

"Lixiang, I'll tell you secretly." The noise behind Xiangyang gradually faded away, apparently from a place with many people to a place with few people.

This kind of picture of avoiding people and whispering comes to my face, and Tom in Tom and Jerry walks carefully on tiptoe in my mind.

"Senior Yu has become much more sensible since he came back from Christmas!"

"Pfft—" How can a junior praise his senior for being sensible.

"Really, I feel that people have matured, and their words are restrained and polite. Even Senior Sakuha rarely showed a surprised expression, and said that he would be sent to the hospital to have his brain checked."

It seems that Gong Yoo's situation in the team is not what I thought it was, it's different from the days and days in high school, it's more like a pitiful little boy being bullied.

Well, I'm definitely going to the game.