Revive it!Wenhao Press

"You, aren't you crying?"

Hualichun was startled by the unexpected voice.She turned her head suddenly, and the first thing that caught her eyes was a long and slender black shadow on the ground.

At the end of the shadow, there was a young man who appeared behind her at some unknown time.

The young man is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a slender figure of 1.9 meters.He was wearing a crisp black uniform, a style Hualichun had never seen before.

The sun shines through the window lattice.The boy's short white hair was fluffy at the edges, glowing in the sunlight like some cosmic creature that fell from the sky.On the bridge of his nose, there was a pair of round sunglasses in a strange shape, which seemed to exude a sense of joy, but it slightly neutralized the impact of the beautiful white hair.

Seeing Hualichun turn his head back, the white-haired boy tilted his head slightly.Although the sunglasses blocked his eyes, Hualichun could still feel that the other party was looking at him curiously, his eyes were quite rude, but there was no malice.

——This also convinced her that the guy with the strange little sunglasses was just a personal choice to dress up, not a blind little artist with a disability.

Did the little sunglasses come in when she was looking through the box?Are you here at the publishing house?

"I'm not crying." Although she was puzzled by the sudden appearance of the white-haired little sunglasses, Hualichun still replied like this.

"Really?" The white-haired boy grinned, "I thought you were squatting there, crying."

Hualichun was startled, and just about to speak, the white-haired boy walked up to her first, and bent down to stare at her unexpectedly, his straight nose was about to hit her face: "Hmm! That's how it is."

Just when Hualichun took a step back and felt that something was wrong with this person, the white-haired boy continued: "You are Hualichun, right? The power of the spell is no different from that of ordinary people. It seems that you have not inherited the physique of a Zen master. .”

"A Buddhist monastery? A magician?" Hua Lichun looked stunned, "What is that? Who are you?"

"Yeah, I forgot to introduce myself."

The white-haired boy straightened up, slapped his hands, and pointed at himself with some interest: "Wujo Wu. I'm the strongest."

The astonishment on Hualichun's face still didn't subside even a little bit: "What is this? Is this the tone of a second child who thinks others will understand it for granted?"

"Really. It seems that I really don't know anything." Gojo Satoru raised his hand, and put his index finger against his temple as if thinking, looking a little annoyed, "I have to explain one by one... Ah, I Don't like long explanations."

Hualichun became more and more speechless: "It's you who came to the door suddenly to talk, and you think it's too much trouble for you..."

"I know something about your parents."

Gojo Wujo opened his mouth abruptly, causing Hualichun's pupils to shrink suddenly, and the words suddenly choked in his throat.

Silence spread in the publishing house, and then it was broken by words like a fragile thin ice.

Hualichun said in a daze: "What did you say?"

"It might be a little tricky to explain. But I'm good at making short stories."

Compared with the tense Huali Jun, Gojo Satoru's mood has always been relaxed and jumpy.He even walked to the reception sofa with his long legs unhurriedly, sat down and leaned on the backrest.

The sofa cushions made the rustling sound of being squeezed.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" The space between the sofa and the coffee table couldn't fit Gojo Wu's two long legs.He put his legs dangling on the glass coffee table, tilted his head and asked.

"..." Huali Chunmu walked over with a nervous expression on her hands and feet, and sat down opposite Gojo Satoru.

"Tsk." Gojo Goto was stunned, "Let me tell you that. In short, the background of everything is that in this world, there is an invisible and intangible power 'mantra' that surrounds you. What exists with the 'magic power' is a hidden world called the 'magic world'."

"..." Hualichun still didn't speak, she vaguely felt that Gojo Satoru was not normal.

"Even if you say that suddenly," Hualichun thought for a while, and then said, "If you want me to immediately accept the idea that there is a superpower, it's still..."

"In order for you to understand the existence of mantra, I will simply demonstrate it."

Gojo Satoru interrupted Hualijun's words.He stretched out his hand towards Hualichun: "Come, shake hands."

"..."

Hualichun's eyes fell on Wujo Wu's palm.Then, her eyes moved up, and the clear green pupils reflecting Gojo Satoru's small sunglasses face showed a subtle expression.

She Hualichun thinks she is a normal person, but are all people in the magic world so abnormal?

If what Wujo Satoru said is true, will her, whose mother is from the magic world, gradually become abnormal in the future?

"No, don't look at me with weird eyes, it will hurt people's hearts." Gojo Satoru shook his palm, "Come on, it's just a friendly handshake, I won't do anything to you .”

Gojo Satoru had already put his legs down from the glass coffee table, and squeezed cramped in front of the sofa.He leaned forward, his palms almost hitting Hualichun's face, and there was an inexplicable excitement on his face, like a brat preparing to play a prank.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

After struggling for a while, Hualichun finally stretched out his hand.

She wiped the dust off her fingers, then moved towards Gojo Satoru's palm.But in the next second, Hualichun looked at the hands of the two and uttered an unexpected syllable: "Huh?"

Hualichun really intends to shake hands with Gojo Satoru.However, her fingertips hovered in mid-air before touching Gojo Satoru's palm, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch Gojo Satoru's palm.

The difference between the two people's hands is obviously less than half a centimeter, but that seems to be a gap that can never be bridged.

"This is my spell 'No Lower Limit'." Gojo Wu smiled triumphantly, "As long as I activate No Lower Limit, nothing will ever touch me."

"But relatively, if I wanted to..."

Gojo Gohei rolled up his hand spread in front of Hualijun, and took Hualijun's hand.The boy smiled: "It's okay for me to touch something on my own initiative. Come and shake hands seriously. Hello, Huali."

Hualichun's thoughts were still immersed in the accident, Gojo Satoru shook her hand, and then let go.

"Anyway, this way you should believe in the existence of spells." He waved his hand and said relaxedly, "In the world of spells, there are quite a few people who can use spell power, and they are collectively called spell masters. Some conjurers exist in large families. As for Huali, your mother comes from a family of conjurers called 'Chanyuan'."

"Zenyuan?" Hualichun repeated.

"That's right," Gojo Satoru lowered his brows and smiled, "Just a single movement can shake the super-big family in the magic world."

"In short, your mother, who came from a family of conjurers, left the Chanyuan home 16 years ago, eloped with your father, and gave birth to you in the same year." He casually changed the stacking order of his legs on the coffee table , "In short, now that your parents have both passed away due to accidents, the Buddhist family should also intervene next."

"When you find out about this, the Chanyuan family should contact you. But even if I don't come to tell you in advance, you will know about it sooner or later."

Looking at the emotional waves in Hualichun's eyes, Wujou concluded: "Finally found relatives who are related by blood. I think you probably want to contact them sooner, right?"

Speaking of this, Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and stood up, "I just happened to know about this, so I just came to tell you your life experience, and just take a look at what kind of guy you are. My business is over here Already, back off, back off~”

While talking, Gojo Satoru walked towards the door while raising his legs.But just as he was about to step out the door, Hualichun's voice came from behind him.

"What kind of place is the Chanyuan family?"

Gojo Satoru withdrew his foot and looked back at Hualijun.

The girl standing behind him had put away the astonishment and panic on her face.She stood upright, her emerald green eyes stared straight at him without hesitation, and even her voice regained her composure.

"You just said that my mother eloped with my father and left the Zenyuan family, right?" Hualichun asked in a low voice, "It's unusual to leave the family in such an extreme way. Is there any problem with the Zenyuan family?"

Gojo Satoru looked at Hualijun silently for a few seconds, then chuckled.

"You are right," he said, "The Chanyuan family is a devil's den."

"Men who yearn for power compete with each other for the position of head of the family. Women are not regarded as equal to men. They are ordered by men and have no freedom. In the end, most of them end up serving their own sons or using them for marriage. But those who accept their fate Fools can get by there, as long as they suffer like pebbles being kicked around in the road."

"But that's just from my point of view." Speaking of this, Wujo Wutiao pursed his lips, "In fact, it is a place that many magicians in the world of conjuration highly respect and even want to join. .”

Hearing this, Hualichun didn't show too much surprise on her face.She asked again: "In this case, there must be a reason why my mother was able to elope with my father, and even successfully escaped from the life of the super big family Zenyuan for 16 years."

"The reason is this publishing house." Gojo Satoru said without hesitation, "Although the publishing house is on the verge of bankruptcy now, in the era of your parents, this publishing house once had its glory. If in this society If you have achieved that kind of status in the world, even if you are a Chanyuan family, you will weigh the gains and losses before making a move."

"Then if I run the publishing house again, will I be free from the control of the Zenyuan family like my mother?" Hualichun asked.

"The matter of your parents' death and your existence will be hidden for another two years at most. At the latest when you are, the Chanyuan family will definitely find you. Because you may also give birth to a child with powerful spells. If you do it before then If it reaches the level of the past heyday, it should be fine."

Gojo Satoru changed the subject, "But your parent's publishing house was the number one in Japan in its heyday. Unless you also make the publishing house the number one in the industry within two years, the Chanyuan family will definitely take you back."

"……I understand."

Hualichun nodded.Seeing this, Wu Tiao Wu's sunglasses slipped a little from the bridge of his nose, revealing a line of bright blue eyes behind the sunglasses.

"What are you going to do next?" He asked, with the excitement of the opening of a good show in his voice, "Would you like to go to the Chanyuan House to try?"

"Are you joking?"

Hualichun clenched her fists, and said word by word: "I want to revive Hoshino Club and bring it back to the top of the industry!"

***

After Gojo Satoru left, Hualichun sat on the reception sofa of the publishing house, his mind still occupied by the large amount of information he had just learned.

The top priority now is to revive Hoshinosha, but Huali Jun has no idea how to run a publishing house, and she is the only one in the entire publishing house at present, so it is not easy to return to the number one in the industry.

While thinking about the unheard-of magic world, Jun Huali unconsciously organized the magazines in the box.But suddenly, when she glanced at the handheld phone that was placed aside from the corner of her eye, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

The screen on the handheld seems to have changed a little.

Hualichun picked up the handheld and checked it carefully.Finally, she discovered the reason for the abnormality.

Before putting down the handheld, the screen of the handheld stayed on the screen inside the publishing house.No one has touched it since.But now the screen on the handheld is compared to just now, the distance between the reception sofa and the coffee table has become larger, and there is an extra row of pixels.

——When Gojo Satoru was sitting on the sofa just now, because his legs were too long, the coffee table was pushed a little farther away.

A sense of absurdity rose in Hualichun's heart.She stood up with the handheld, walked to the desk, and turned on the computer.

The black computer screen quickly lit up with a boot color.At the same time, the black computer screen with only a few pixels in the handheld also turned into white pixels at the same time.

At that moment, Hualichun understood something.

——The publishing house in the handheld is not a game, but corresponds to reality.

In other words, the Tsurumigawa who reminded her in the card was not a game bug, but reminded her to go to the Tsurumigawa in real life...?

***

My own brain seems to have become abnormal due to the sudden large amount of information.In the final analysis, the source of everything is this publishing house.

Seeing that the time was about to pass, the dubious Hualichun arrived at the edge of the Tsurumi River at 18:[-] with his handheld and schoolbag on his back.

Afterwards, she watched helplessly in the not-so-turbulent water, and actually there was a dog floating up and down on all fours, floating closer and closer to her from the upstream...