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"Xiaochun, you have... an extra smell."

On the way to school, Kamen Tanjiro was suddenly stopped by his colleague, Huali Jun was stunned, stopped, raised his hand to his nose, and sniffed his sleeve: "Huh?"

Her sense of smell was not as sensitive as Kamado Tanjiro's, and she smelled nothing.But after getting closer, Hualichun found that the sleeves of her black sailor suit were stained with dog hair of two colors, one dark and one light.

"Has Xiaochun been in close contact with anyone?" Kamado Tanjirou asked puzzled, "If you get too close, you will leave a smell."

"..."

Kamado Tanjiro said, it should be Chuya Inu.Thinking of this, Hualichun's thoughts returned to this morning.

... When she woke up in the morning, Hualichun only felt that her chest was very tight, and her ears were accompanied by the noisy screams of small dogs.She struggled to push back the quilt, opened her sour eyes, and saw a fluffy sand-colored thing like a feather duster in front of her.

Dazai Inu didn't know when he climbed into bed in the middle of the night.The sand-colored Gouzi lay on her body through the quilt, and was sleeping soundly at the moment, with his butt facing her.The fluff that Hualichun sees is the big tail of Dazai dog.

After looking back, Hualichun lay flat on the bed with a blank expression, motionless.

... No wonder she bid farewell to the floor bunk and slept on a comfortable bed, but she seemed to have a nightmare of being choked to death by dog ​​hair.

The small Nakaya Inu Hayakali Jun woke up in one step, and was furious because Dazai Inu jumped up and down when he sneaked into bed in the middle of the night.His little dog's mouth is full of a long string of cursing barks, and he is quite a bit indignant about why your dog is still running to sleep in my territory after clearly dividing the territory the night before.

Dazai Inu lay motionless on the bed and pretended to be dead. Only when Zhongya Inu stepped on his ears or paws did he open his eyelids, and then closed them cheekily.

His fluffy tail was still swaying slightly from side to side against the quilt, and the tip of the hair brushed against the tip of Hualichun's nose.

With Dazai dog's tail swaying, the expression of Hualichun, who was lying flat, gradually distorted, like a wrinkled bun.

Two seconds later, she couldn't bear it anymore, pushed the quilt away, sat up, and sneezed firmly: "Ah!"

Following Hualichun's movements, Gu Lulu, the dazai dog lying on her body, was lifted to the end of the bed, and then lay there without moving.And Chuya Inu, who was repeatedly jumping around Dazai Inu on the bed, scolding while jumping, jumped nimbly and left the affected area.

Hualichun shook her head, shook off the dog hair on the tip of her nose, rubbed her sleepy eyes and got out of bed.

……

"That smell is probably because of...the new dog." Hualichun said.

"Eh?" Kamodo Tanjiro was taken aback, his eyebrows raised slightly, "You have a new dog? Didn't you just catch one in the river before?"

"Well...it's a bit complicated to say."

Huali Jun was hesitating how to tell Zhuma that the writers of Hoshinosha are dogs, Kamado Tanjirou suddenly took a step closer to her: "Can I confirm?"

"...Well, good." Hualichun nodded, and then realized belatedly, "How to confirm?"

In the next second, she realized that her wrist was being held by a palm with a slightly warmer temperature.The strength of that hand is very light, the skin on the palm is slightly rough, and there are a little calluses from labor - it is caused by making bread for the bakery at home every day.

Tanjiro Kamado held Hanagarashi's wrist with one hand, closed his eyes and moved closer to her temple, with his brows slightly frowned, and took a serious sniff.

The slight air flow produced by the boy's snort blows Hualichun's broken hair.All she could see in front of her eyes were Tanjiro Kamado's white and clean shirt collar, and the bright flower earrings hanging from his earlobes.

There is a distinct scar on his forehead on the left side - it was accidentally burned when he knocked over the kitchen utensils while helping the family as a child.

Even if he needs to take care of school, take care of his younger siblings, and help the family shop, Kamado Tanjiro always looks clean and tidy.He always said that as the eldest man, he had to come across as reliable.

Hanagarashi didn't expect Tanjiro Kamado to get so close.To say that even the childhood sweethearts who have known each other for more than ten years, this distance is too close.

Since she was five or six years old, she seems to have rarely been so close to Kamado Tanjiro.

Hualichun could only look down at the ground, and asked softly, "That..."

"what."

Kamado Tanjirou opened his eyes abruptly.

The red-haired boy let go of his hand, took a step back, looked at Hualichun with bright eyes, and said cheerfully, "It really smells like a dog."

Looking at the bamboo horse who looked more like a dog than the dogs in the publishing house at this moment, Hualichun didn't know what expression to show for a while, and said after a while, "So I said it's a dog."

……

this evening.

After Hualichun finished washing, she walked up to the room on the second floor, and saw two non-human teachers lying on the small single bed at the head and end of the bed.Although there was no fight, this silent confrontation said it all.

The couch that had been sleeping downstairs for half a month had been ruthlessly abandoned by Dazai Inu.

Thinking of the experience of choking on dog hair in a dream the day before, Hualichun couldn't help shivering.

She struggled for a moment between dog hair hell and spending another sum of money.Although she wanted to save money for the publishing house, but thinking that if she was choked to death by dog ​​hair in the middle of the night, she would have no future. double bed.

In this way, even though Chuya Inu and Dazai Inu occupied the head of the bed and the bed respectively, the space in the middle became much wider, enough for her to sleep peacefully.

Hualichun, who was holding the handheld, thought of this, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't drawn a card today.So she clicked on the card draw function, and drew three rounds in one breath.

The cards drawn were a 5000 yen money card, an item card for a gray vest shirt, and another item card, which contained calcium-fortified milk.

The vest shirt and milk are both types that have not been drawn before, and they should be updated after the appearance of Zhongye Dog.Hualichun picked up the small vest shirt and tried to put it on the little orange dog.

Seeing the vest shirt, Zhongye Quan froze for a moment and didn't resist. After putting it on, he found that it fit right.Hualichun took out the milk again and handed it to Chuya Dog.

The puppy in the shirt vest stretched out its paw towards the milk without thinking twice.But in the next second, Dazai Inu, who was lying on the other side of the bed as if he had nothing to do with him, suddenly cast a mocking look towards him.

The fluffy dog ​​face of the little orange dog wrinkled together in an instant, and slapped the milk carton away with its paw baring its teeth: "Wooooow!"

Hualichun was taken aback, and quickly reached out to catch the milk carton flying in the air: "Ah!"

……

midnight.

Hualijun, who drank all the milk that Chuya dog disliked, rubbed her eyes and stood up, trying to go to the bathroom in the dark.

She yawned and walked out of the second floor, but there was a dense "clicking" knocking sound in her ears.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a dim light on the first floor, and Hualichun stood upstairs, looking down subconsciously.

I saw two computer screens on the dark first floor, and in front of the computer screens stood two dogs, one big and one small, tapping on the keyboard as if competing with each other.

On the second day of coming to the publishing house, Chuya Inu disliked the inconvenience of the chair, and even jumped on the table, pounding heavily on the keyboard with his short paws, with wild movements and wanton demeanor, as if he had completely immersed himself in the world of expression.

On the other hand, Dazai Inu was much calmer than Chuya Inu.But he tapped the keyboard seemingly inadvertently, but his paws seemed steady.

Seeing that the two dogs are concentrating on creating, Hualichun has no sleepiness at all.Worried that going to the bathroom on the first floor would interrupt their train of thought, she didn't dare to make any more noise, and sat on the stairs with her legs crossed.

They are creating new works.

Thinking like this, Hualichun leaned her body against the wall beside her.

want to see.I would love to see their new work.

She doesn't know literature yet... though she doesn't know literature yet.

However, looking at the two small, small computer screens lit up in the darkness below, Hualichun felt a strong sense of anticipation in his heart.

Just in those two small computer screens, what unimaginable new works are brewing now?

After this time, there will be the next time, the next time.At that time, what works will appear again?

Just thinking about this is enough to make people tremble involuntarily with excitement.

As time went by, Hualichun, who was looking forward to it, gradually couldn't resist the drowsiness, leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a slightly itchy feeling on the back of my hand.

Hualichun frowned and opened his eyes.

The faces of the two dogs came into view.

Inu Dazai raised his paw and lightly pressed it on her finger.That's where the feeling on the back of the hand comes from.The Zhongye dog was sitting in front of her, looking up at her with complicated eyes.

Hualichun was at a loss for a few seconds, then reacted abruptly.

The two dogs are standing in front of her, which means that the work they were writing just now has been——

Thinking of this, Hualichun couldn't sit still, she quickly got up and ran to the computer, and looked at it carefully.

Dazai Inu's strength has been proven in "The Setting Sun".So this time, what Hualichun opened first was the work of Zhongye Dog.

"Song of Sheep".

Unlike Dazai Inu's essay, "The Song of Sheep" is a poem.From the first glance, Hualichun was shocked by the strong impact between the words.

What courage!Like his character, Chuya Inu's poems have a manic and extremely impactful force, and even a short length (pocket size) cannot hinder his emotional thoughts surging like a huge wave.

The dim light of the computer illuminated the girl's face.She was engrossed in it, and it was precisely because of this that she did not notice that the handheld device on the coffee table lit up, and the colored flowers that prompted the explosion exploded on the screen.

[From "Revival!Reminder from Wenhao Publishing House: You have obtained the S-level work "Song of Sheep" × 1]

[From "Revival!Reminder from Wenhao Publishing House: You have obtained the S-level work "Girl Apprentice" × 1]

On the stairs leading to the second floor, Dazai Inu and Chuya Inu sat quietly at the place where Hualichun fell asleep just now, looking at the girl in front of the computer who was staring at the article.

their first readers.

After watching for a while, Dazai Inu looked away.He turned his head, only to find that Chuya Inu was still quietly looking at the girl's expression.

Chuya Nakahara, who was always loud and loud no matter when he was a man or a dog, was unexpectedly quiet at this time.In his pair of blue eyes, the gaze has returned from complicated to simple, just watching intently.

***

More than five in the morning.

When the phone rang, even Gongqian Jian, who was used to the life of a social animal, was startled.

The color of the sky outside the window is still very chaotic, and the light in the east is still unclear.Worried that one of the cartoonists under him had a problem suddenly, he fumbled to turn on the desk lamp, found glasses on the bedside table, put them on, and then hurriedly picked up the phone.

"Is it Nozaki..." Ken Miyazaki muttered and looked at the phone, "Huh? It's her?"

After answering the phone, Gongqian Jian reported his name: "Hi, this is Gongqian."

"Mr. Gongqian, I have a question to ask..."

Hualichun's voice came from the phone, it seemed that she was indeed planning to find herself, and she did not make a wrong call.

Gong Qianjian paused and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hearing Gongqianjian's sleepy voice on the other end of the phone, Hualichun suddenly realized that she was so hot-headed that she called before dawn, without paying attention to the current time.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I interrupted you with a call at this time...Miyamae-san, please rest first, I'll call later..."

Before Hualichun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Gong Qianjian: "No, since you have already called, it means you have something important to say, right? Just say it."

"Sorry..." Hualichun said softly with a bit of guilt, "It's about the second issue of "Monthly Literature"..."

Speaking of this, Gongqianjian's remaining drowsiness completely disappeared.

He remembered the first issue of "Monthly Literature" that he brought back when he visited Hoshinosha some time ago.

Although he simply browsed through the content in Hoshinosha and had some predictions about this issue of the magazine, but after he had time to take a closer look, he was still shocked by the published article "Setting Sun".

The first issue of "Monthly Literature" was able to break through the predicament that no one cares about. Although it was due to Hualichun's sales method, the most important thing was the power of the article "Setting Sun" published on it.

Gongqianjian was still immersed in memories, Hualichun's voice brought him back to reality again.

"Five thousand volumes."

Hualichun asked softly: "I want to print [-] copies of the second volume. The printing volume will be five times that of the first volume...Will it be too much?"

Five thousand volumes?A white light flashed on Gongqianjian's glasses, and he asked straightforwardly: "There is less than half a month before the next issue of "Monthly Literature" will be released. Is it okay to decide so soon? The second issue of the article has already been accepted?"

"Um……"

"Is it okay to receive the manuscript so quickly?" He asked, "How does the quality of the article compare with "Setting Sun"?"

Hualichun's slight inhalation came from the phone.

"The quality is on par."

Gong Qianjian was stunned: "Really, it can achieve the same quality as "Setting Sun"..."

"Yes."

Hualichun said word by word: "I think it should be sold even if the print volume is increased by five times, but it is still too risky just to see the expansion of the number, so I want to hear the opinion of Mr. Gong Mae, a professional. How many copies does Mr. Qian think should be printed for the second issue?"

She heard the Gongqian sword on the other end of the phone be silent for a moment, and then said firmly: "Eight thousand volumes."