Port Mafia Writing Diary

In the end, I don't even know where it got to.

The editor Fujiko Yumiko unilaterally determined the delivery time, and I tried to make a cooing sound, but she smiled murderously, "Is there any problem with submitting the manuscript before the 10th of next month?"

"... Definitely can hand in!" My voice trembled.

Waiting to go back, holding Oda Sakunosuke and crying, is it possible for a person like me to rush to draft?

"The long story is over?" Oda Sakunosuke's attention was wrong.

I took his hand angrily, and took the trouble to emphasize how terrifying editor Fujiko Yumiko was.

Oda Sakunosuke greeted Xingsuke's children on his own: "Next, Ling will prepare to write her long story, and we must work hard to supervise her."

"Okay!" The five children said in unison, looking at me with sparkling eyes.

I had a bad heart. In fact, the next period of time was very painful. I was arrested by Xingsuke for a little bit of fishing and playing with my mobile phone.

As for Mafia at the port, Sakunosuke Oda didn’t know how to tell my colleague that my colleague unexpectedly didn’t push his work to me, and whenever I wanted to catch fish, I frantically rushed to catch up with the draft.

Me: "...the world is no longer good."

I angrily wrote the note and ran away from home, fumbling with my cell phone to make sure Oda Sakunosuke hadn't called, and I was even more depressed.

It wasn't until I came to Lihai University that I realized that I had a part-time job as a coach, and I was stopped by a young man from the tennis department as soon as I walked over.

"who are you?"

"Miss, although you look cute, we don't allow outsiders to come in here."

There was a silver-haired boy blowing bubble gum, he looked like a cute little fox.

I immediately regained my energy, and said with a smile: "Hey, is Ling-chan really cute?"

The young man was startled, and nodded subconsciously.

I laughed out loud, and patted the man on the shoulder, "Sao Nian, you have a good eye. Hahaha, come on, leave your autograph here."

"Yes, please be sure to write the sentence 'Ling is a super cute girl~' here, I must go back and anger someone."

I moved quickly, took out a pen and paper, and looked at him eagerly.

With a dry cough, he helped to write, and even left his name.

"Masaharu Nioh, this name is a bit familiar." I tilted my head and thought for a while, feeling like I've seen it somewhere before.

"piyo~" Nioh Masaharu had a harmless face, "Miss, if you suddenly like me, I will definitely refuse."

"Don't worry about that. Ling doesn't like children like you."

I said it frankly.

In an instant, Nioh Masaharu seemed to be petrified in place.

His appearance made me feel more familiar. At this moment, Yukimura Seichi came out, a little surprised: "Coach Asano, why did you come here?"

"It's still some time before our first match." He glanced at the time, and a boy with closed eyes came out behind him to add the specific time, "And, at this time, Coach Asano came over, I think there was a conflict with someone .”

Speaking of this, I nodded again and again: "My dear, you keep forcing me to do things I don't like. I'm so angry, Ling is running away from home."

The young and mature boy who came outside shook Nioh Masaharu: "Nio, what's wrong with you? Have you turned into a fossil?"

The boy with his eyes closed hurriedly took King Ni back.

Yukimura Seiichi said thoughtfully: "Coach Asano, what did you tell Masaharu Nioh?"

"Oh, I remembered, he's from the tennis club." I immediately regained my energy and said eagerly, "It turns out that everyone in your tennis club plays cosplay!"

Yukimura Seiichi: "...That's not the case."

"It's okay, I respect personal hobbies."

I immediately regained my spirits, "Didn't some tennis partner fit into the David pose last time? By the way, do you need me to find someone to teach you how to do makeup? It seems that cos should find a good makeup artist."

……

In the end, I was overwhelmed by the thick dozen of information about tennis club members thrown by Seiichi Yukimura.

Yukimura Seichi smiled slightly: "Since the coach is free, please take a good look at the members."

I swallowed my saliva: "...This is not good."

There was nothing else to say, I was glanced at by Yukimura Seiichi, and I immediately started to watch it.Many students passed by, and some of them were discussing my novel.

I didn't take it seriously at first, but as more people discussed it, I started to feel something was wrong.

"Is the author of "Nian Shan" from the newspaper? I thought the girl with the weapon of war would be with the boy, but I didn't expect the boy to take another extreme path."

"It's just that the story is very interesting, the writing is beautiful, and the logic is online. It is much more interesting than the novels about high school students' abortion, abortion and depression suicide recommended by Nami last time."

"How can I repair it? I still don't understand why the hero and heroine are not together. It's such a sweet love!"

"Help, is this love? The boy is so black, and the girl is a natural disaster. It's scary to be together like this."

……

I shrunk my neck silently.

As long as they can't see me, I'm still that safe.

At this moment, the cell phone rang, and Oda Sakunosuke came to pick me up.

I was so happy that I immediately left a note and ran through the window. On the way, I ran into a student who failed to run and was being talked about by Genichiro Sanada.

Student: "Sanada, look quickly, she has turned over the window, punish her!"

Genichiro Sanada: "..."

Oda Sakunosuke was waiting for me at the door.

I slipped into his arms without saying a word.

Sakunosuke Oda wanted to talk about me, but he was fooled by my various coquettish behaviors. On the way, we ran into a cute detective who was looking at an advertisement with his head tilted at the entrance of a convenience store.

"Oh, he is a kind person."

"Last time, you introduced me to Lihai University as a successful detective!"

I hurried forward and talked to Edogawa Ranpo.