Mr. Oda and his friends

"The campus cultural festival next month is not only a farewell performance for the third-year seniors, but also an important opportunity for the first-year freshmen to fully integrate into our drama department. I hope everyone can unite..."

Masayuki Hori stood on the podium in the department classroom holding the rolled-up teleprompter, completely oblivious to the distance between what he was speaking and the preparation content.

One month after February NO.14 was White Day, and the air was filled with restless pink again.Boys are anxious about confessing and returning gifts, and girls are also anxious about confessing and returning gifts. Layers of hormones fill the classroom to the brim.

On the surface, the members of the drama department gathered under the podium were all listening to the minister's arrangement of activities.As for the actual situation... Hori Masayuki himself knew that among the group of people below, only Miyata, a first-year student, was still listening carefully.

Hiyori: Mr. Editor is coming to pick up the manuscript today... Sakunosuke, come on!

Obviously, Senior Hori guessed wrong.

"...So, the script has been written by professionals, and the characters have been discussed and arranged by everyone. As well as props, backgrounds, costumes..."

The few newcomers recruited this year can be called the most handsome in the history of the drama department, and just looking at their faces will not make the drama department bottom in the selection of many clubs.

"it is good……"

Only a few sparse voices responded.

Masahiro Hori announced the details of the work with full confidence. The members of the drama department are not saying that they don’t support it, nor that they don’t respond positively. It’s really—the cultural festival at the end of April, and there is still a month to prepare. Ann!

"The script will be sent out, everyone will submit the list of characters to me at the next event, and if there is any overlap, the final result will be decided by lottery, above!"

The minister finally finished speaking, and with a big wave of his hand, he brought out a copy of the bound script.

In recent years, the declining birth rate has become more and more serious, and a considerable number of students choose to return home, so there are only eight or nine students in the three grades of the drama department.It is said that other associations are almost the same, and the Home Economics Department with the largest number of members does not exceed the number of double ten.If the situation of the more curious clubs is even worse, in order to gather the minimum number of members, the annual recruiting battle for freshmen is no less than a life-and-death situation for them.

When everyone got the scripts in their hands, today's activities were almost over. Masayuki Hori dismissed the members with a big hand, and the students disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The leaves of the trees were wrapped by the spring wind, and they rolled and floated past the feet of the head of the drama department.

Senior Hori: "..."

Suddenly I miss that idiot Kashima very much, no matter how lame the supporter is, it is better than nothing.Fortunately, in the past few days, the prince of the drama club should also return.

"Miyata, your return gift."

Umetaro Nozaki waited for a while before the end of the Hiyori club. He took out a beautifully packaged cuboid from his schoolbag and handed it to Hiyori: "It is a very useful pen, high quality and low price, affordable and durable, especially worth mentioning The most important thing is that not only the writing is fluent, but also the outline is very smooth."

"Oh, thank you."

Hiyori opened the package, and took out a pen with a white background and a gold border from the box: "It's beautiful!"

I will not mention whether it is easy to write or not, but at least the appearance is pleasing to the eye. As a gift in return, the price is definitely much higher than that lonely chocolate.

It's just... the right to be a reward for collecting materials.

Umetarou Nozaki felt a little regretful in his heart—Miyata Hiyori's handwriting is very beautiful, and he must be a good hooker with a little practice. Alas, it is a step behind Senior Hori, what a pity.

Hiyor put away the newly acquired stationery, waved goodbye to him with his schoolbag in his hand: "Sakunosuke has an appointment with the editor today, I want to go home quickly and have a look."

After all, he didn't figure out the relationship between her and the red-haired boy, Nozaki Umetaro turned his attention to the things that mattered more to him: "Editor? Is Mr. Oda planning to debut?"

Editing... as long as it's not like Maeno, anyone can do it well.

"Try next month's XX rewards first." Hiyori was even happier than his debut: "I think Sakunosuke's writing is very good, Mr. Fukuzawa also said that he is talented!"

She nodded affirmatively, and cheered herself up: "Absolutely no problem!"

So that Mr. Oda is still a family?Aside from the fact that his unkempt characteristics are relatively similar, there is absolutely no connection between him and the profession of writing.

Fortunately, Umetarou Nozaki is not Yuzuki Seo, no matter how the theater in his head is ups and downs, he won't be able to say what should be said or not, and he will fall out without thinking about it.

"Congratulations, I wish everything goes well." He simply sent his blessings sincerely, Miyata Hiyori was so happy that he was about to spin around in circles: "Hey hey hey!"

Separated at the intersection as usual, Hiyori bounced back to the Armed Detective Agency.As soon as she walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Uzumaki Cafe, she saw Oda Sakunosuke sitting face to face with a stranger in a booth.

That's strange, Mr. Editor hasn't left yet?

Editor Maeda did not expect that the author had a main job, and even boldly set the part-time meeting place downstairs in the serious office... Is this the rhythm of not giving up when the boss is not angry?

"The president knew about this from the very beginning, and he also supported me in developing my hobby of writing. I am very grateful to him."

Oda Sakunosuke answered the editor's questions honestly, and accidentally blew a rainbow fart of Mr. Fukuzawa.

Fukuzawa Yukichi is more open than everyone else about the fact that a retired killer turned to become a detective to write about it.As long as it doesn't affect the normal work, the members are free to do whatever they want, even if they take [-] steps back to read it, anyway, writing is the safest and healthiest hobby in the whole society!

"Uh... well, I see. Since you have no problem with your work arrangement, Oda-sensei, let's move on to the next item, about the pen name..."

Editor Maeda only spoke half of what he was going to say. He inadvertently noticed that the figure was getting closer. When he took a closer look, he forgot what he was going to say in the second half of the sentence.

It was a girl who could take one's breath away at a glance, and was an unforgettable girl.She is wearing a high school uniform, and from the skin color on her face and neck, it can be seen that she has retained the most primitive natural posture, and the decorations produced by modern chemical industry are useless to her.

Usually, such an impressive face is bound to be extremely aggressive, and even panic-inducing.But... But this child completely subverted this cognition.Editor Maeda thinks that she is probably the kind of beauty that transcends gender and culture, and makes people think of all the beauty in the world just by looking at it. What is the fear of being too refined and perfect?nonexistent.

Even if this girl refused to even smile, no, don't say no, even if she came over and kicked him, Maeda felt that he would find at least a hundred reasons for her and forgive him completely.

"Mr. Maeda?"

[Tian 1 Clothes Seamless] Didn't respond either?Why is this person so stupid all of a sudden?Soon Oda Sakunosuke knew the reason—"Sakunosuke~"

With a heavy back, there has always been only one "sneak attacker" that he could accept without any defense: "Is school over yet? This is Editor Maeda."

"Mr. Maeda, this is Hiyori."

He pulled Hiyori by his arm and sat down beside him. The hostess at the whirlpool coffee shop smiled and offered a glass of freshly squeezed juice: "You've worked hard today, little Hiyori."

"thanks--"

Rihe thanked her, then stared at the fat young social animal in front of him, a little nervous: "Hello?"

It's about Oda Sakunosuke, so be nervous if you're not nervous.

"You, hello... Who are you and Oda-sensei?"

Seeing Maeda being watched by her, he became even more nervous—brother and sister?Impossible, nothing like it.

"I'm with Sakunosuke!"

The little girl grabbed the boy's sleeve and stared wide-eyed to declare this matter. Oda Sakunosuke smiled and sighed: "Mr. Maeda and I are still busy, go over there to unpack the gift, it seems to be sent from Tokyo."

Hiyori obediently let go of him and sat on the seat on the other side of the aisle. Oda Sakunosuke brought the courier received to the table for her: "I don't know what it is, it's a bit heavy."

This can no longer be described as a bit heavy!

Editor Maeda is more sensitive to printed matter. Looking at the package that occupies more than half a cubic meter, he feels a little familiar.

Like books?

White Day return gift?The handwriting is not small.

"Eh?"

After tearing off the outer packaging, Hiyori stared at the gaudy colorful cover underneath in a daze.

What is this thing?

"Is it... a manga magazine?"

Although it is not a competing product, the manga has indeed had a certain impact on the youth market in a certain sense. Editor Maeda is quite aware of this: "This publishing house has a good reputation and focuses on girls' manga."

Hiyor took out a magazine casually, and the letterhead that came with the package fell out.

The little girl opened it and said, "..."

This is a return gift prepared by the three students of the Tokyo Conjuration High School, the idea of ​​the family, the magazine picked by Xia You, and the order placed by Wujo.

It's just... not surprising that this happens.

"Remember to thank you," Oda Sakunosuke liked it, but he didn't dislike manga.Seeing that it was not too early, after ordering dinner for Rihe, he turned back and continued talking to Maeda: "Sorry, what did you just say?"

"Ah, I'm sorry... I mean, are you sure about the pen name?" No matter how cute the girl is, she can't keep staring at her. Editor Maeda withdrew her attention and forced herself to show professionalism: "And As for the ending, since you are unwilling to modify it, it is not impossible, after all, pure literature is inherently lonely..."

Oda Sakunosuke never thought about the pen name at all. His wish was only to write, not to make a name for himself, and he didn't take many trivial matters to heart.At this moment, it was suddenly mentioned by the editor, and only then did I realize that there are still so many details that have been ignored.

"Um...do I have to have a pseudonym?" The red-haired boy looked confused—he had used a lot of pseudonyms in the past, but they were all leftovers from his time as a killer, and he didn't even want to mention them on weekdays. .Right now, the editor is going to ask him to think of one temporarily, this...

Maeda thought that the newcomer didn't like to hide his name, so he quickly changed his tone and said, "Your real name is fine."

Oda-sensei's attitude towards the end of the revision is very firm, presumably he is a person whose will is not influenced by others, in this case, it is best to give more consideration to his ideas in the communication.

Therefore, "Oda Sakunosuke" became Oda Sakunosuke's pseudonym, and Hiyori, who was sitting beside him quietly reading comics, happened to be choked by juice at this moment: "Ahem! Ahem! Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!" "

"what happened?"

Oda Sakunosuke is confused, is it strange to use his real name directly?

Miyata Hiwa waved his hands wildly——no, it's not about the pseudonym, it's about the manga!Why does this gentle big sister with long red wavy hair have such a strong sense of sight?