Writer saves the world

After Erye Tingming finished speaking, the room was suddenly quiet for a few seconds.

Natsume Soseki picked up a takoyaki and chewed it earnestly, with a serious expression and his lips squirmed, as if there was something hidden in the takoyaki to taste the true meaning of life. After chewing for a long time, he swallowed it, and his vision regained clarity after wandering for a while. sharp.

"That's all?" Natsume Soseki asked.

Erye Tingming nodded, "That's all."

The child just wants to get something to eat, so what bad thoughts can he have?

"...That's it." The corners of Natsume Soseki's lips finally raised a small arc. If you throw away your non-human identity and these unusual books in the bookstore, what Erye Tingming wants is the same as what he once had ambitions to write. Manuscript paper is full, and it is no different for him who finally embarked on a political path in his life.

The reason why Natsume Soseki gave up literature and went into politics was not only because he couldn’t support himself by writing books, but also because he thought about why his books couldn’t be sold.

He thinks that he has a good literary and aesthetic quality, at least he thinks that his judgment on the so-called bestsellers on the market is correct. Those things that don’t make sense and pile up words are far inferior to the works he wrote with hard work, but in terms of sales It is the exact opposite.

It's not that he has a problem, it's that the whole industry has a problem, and the whole environment has a problem.

There are too few people who study, the education level of the people is too low, the cost of publishing and printing is high, and the price of books is too high. The situation of writers grouping together to eliminate dissidents is also very serious. There is more time for intrigue and power struggle, and naturally less time for engraving words to enrich themselves. , and young writers are either assimilated by them or pushed out.

After countless sleepless nights, Natsume Soseki, who dreamed of being a writer but couldn't afford to eat, became an official Natsume Soseki who wanted to change the entire Japanese cultural circle.

"I really thought so." Natsume Soseki recalled the past with emotion, "It's a pity that the plan can't keep up with the changes."

As soon as the ability war started, all other to-do items were postponed indefinitely, and even after the war ended, there would still be a long period of economic recovery and heavy infrastructure reconstruction work. A large number of spell spirits need to be dealt with, and the magic world is a small government that is completely closed to the outside world. In addition, there are... and other affairs processing teams lined up in the cultural publishing industry. I don't know when.

Not to mention anything else, Natsume Soseki felt that he no longer had the heart-he had been in the vortex of power struggles and unpredictable people for too long, and the edges and corners and aura of his youth had probably turned into the smooth and sophisticated of a politician.

Futaba Tingming blinked, and pushed the Takoyaki towards Natsume Soseki, "It's okay, people change."

Natsume Soseki picked up a fork of takoyaki, shook his head and said with a smile, "You can't call it comfort."

His body posture is much more relaxed than when he first came in, as if he doesn't care so much that he is still in the buff of "can't lie", he is eating takoyaki with gusto, squinting his eyes and showing a satiated expression like a cat on his face .

"If you can do what you said," Natsume Soseki chewed earnestly, "don't call me the boss and be laughed at by others." He paused, swallowed the takoyaki in his mouth and took another sip of tea, and made Concluding the statement, "Then you can do whatever you want to open a bookstore. It is a good thing to have a few more good books in the world, so that every time I walk into a bookstore, I will feel bad, full of ghosts and ghosts who don't know what they are writing. "

Erye Tingming expressed deep sympathy for this, "And the atmosphere of the bookstore is too bad, it makes people's eyes hurt."

He can understand that literature cannot be divorced from reality after all. From writers to publishers to bookstores, they must make money if they want to survive. A little too much.

"I'll give you a contact number later." Natsume Soseki looked at the time, "You can contact me if you need help with anything later, and if you have any good book recommendations, you can also send me a message."

After handing out a business card, Natsume Soseki got up to leave after vaguely expressing "I'm staring at you, don't act recklessly".

He is not an unemployed ex-killer with a lot of free time. The work of officials is still very heavy and busy. Natsume Soseki complained that he was too busy to read two haiku, and borrowed the haiku on the display shelf before going out. "I am a cat".

However, although……

Since he has already read half of it, he might as well take it home and watch it secretly by himself when no one bothers him.

Putting the book in the innermost part of the skirt, Natsume Soseki couldn't help but feel glad that he went out wearing a kimono on a whim today. It is loose and comfortable and easy to hide things. Smuggle the book home.

Thinking about going back to collect information and discuss Erye Tingming's response plan, Natsume Soseki walked quickly, ignoring that less than 3 minutes after he left, Erye Tingming also hurried out of the bookstore and stopped at the intersection. I got into a taxi, stepped on the accelerator and went straight to——

The direction of the police station?

……

So, why did things become like this?

Sitting on the reflection chair (?) at the police station, Xia Youjie sighed a long time, letting the childish quarrels go in from the left ear and come out from the right ear, with a numb expression as if he had already transcended the world.

Even the police officers who passed by accidentally cast a pitiful look at him, looking at him like an old single father with a bear child at home.Xia Youjie was still young at this time, he hadn't cultivated a calm demeanor in the future, and his prejudice against ordinary humans had not yet fully formed. He looked to the left, then to the right, and finally buried his face in his hands with a sigh.

——On the left is his friend who claims to be the strongest in the world of conjuration (present continuous tense). His physical age is 17 years old. I don't know if his mental age is seven years old. Bickering, even trying to use the information read by the six eyes to carry out intelligence suppression.

——On the right is the young man they met in the dessert shop. The self-proclaimed world's best detective is indeed sharp in observation, and his brain is too good, but it doesn't affect that he is using "bounce, bounce, bounce" and other elementary school quarrel terms , Occasionally mixed with one or two outrageous speeches, he was evenly matched with Wutiao Wutiao.

... What kind of large-scale social death scene is this.

Xia Youjie deeply believed that for a moment he believed that Wujo Wu was reliable, he had lost his mind, and wanted to stand up and leave, leaving Wujo Wu to embarrass himself here and throw it to the upper echelons of the magic world.

Anyway, it was Wujo Wu who was caught by the police uncle and asked the parents to pick him up, not Xia Youjie, he was just a classmate who was implicated innocently and lost a share of peony cakes.

So, what is going on?

Erye Tingming, who was called by Gojo Satoru on the phone, was at a loss. He registered at the gate of the police station and was trained downstairs for 5 minutes. After that, he signed and stamped to pay the fine. Yuji's husband, and asked them to take their own bear children back quickly, and then took two steps in three steps to stay away from this battlefield that is easily affected by the skills of elementary school students exposing black history.

???

Erye Tingming really wanted to explain that he couldn't have such a big six eyes as a scholar, but the 360-degree full-view big cat locked his position the first second he appeared, and abandoned him without hesitation. He picked up the ball of wool that he was having fun with just a few seconds ago, and rushed towards Erye Ting with a smile, "Uncle, I brought Jie to come and play with you!"

Erye Tingming struggled to resist the impact of the 1.9-meter male high school student. As soon as he looked around the room, he saw Xia Youjie with "I don't really want to know them" written all over his face.

He waved to Xia Youjie, "Thanks for your hard work."

Xia Youjie sighed, hung up his smile again, waved his phone and said in a cheerful tone, "It's not every time I can take pictures of Wu being slumped, it's not a loss."

"That's why," Erye Tingming looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi and the black-haired boy on the other side who were in the model of teaching children, and while pushing Gojo Wu's face to make him stand up straight, he sent a message to Xia Youjie, who was the most reliable visually. Instead of asking, "What the hell happened?"

It seems that the two sides are not the same studio, how did they manage to get into trouble together in less than half an hour and call the parents?

"..."

Xia Youjie tried to rewind the events of half an hour ago in his mind, wiped his face bitterly for a moment, and concluded: "It's all the fault of Coconut Red Bean Mochi Daifuku."

If that store made hundreds or thousands more copies of the coconut red bean mochi daifuku, there would be no stupid farce where elementary school students snatch the daifuku later.

——No, considering that Satoru might be desperate to buy all the Daifuku back home, it seems that this route cannot avoid the inevitable quarrel in the store.

When Xia Youjie thought of the chaotic scene at that time, he couldn't help rubbing his forehead, as if the lingering sound of the quarrel was still buzzing in his head.

Gojo Wu first took him to eat French desserts. It was obvious who had reserved them for them in advance—Xia Youjie speculated that it was Erye Tingming who came to the police station to pick them up—Gojo Wu reported his name and the store directly Desserts were served to the table, whether Madeleine, cream waffle or Xia Youjie was slightly sweet but very suitable for Gojo Satoru's taste.

While eating, Gojo Satoru chatted endlessly with him, and added some information about Erye Tingming - so far, all the years have been calm, and it is still in the calm before the storm.

Until Gojo Satoru, who was eating dessert, saw a black-haired boy passing by the window with a silver-haired man. The black-haired boy also saw them. Miss it.

The black-haired boy's eyes lingered on them for a while, and soon curled his mouth again. He grabbed the silver-haired man's sleeve and walked his own way, completely ignoring their appearance, while Gojo Gojo opened his eyes wide for a second. Two seconds later... Xia Youjie didn't know how to describe it, but it was a very bad smile. Three seconds later, Xia Youjie was dragged into a wagashi shop by Gojo Satoru.

"One serving of original peony cake, fifteen servings of minced coconut and red bean mochi Daifuku!" Wujo Wu threw out a black card and bought the remaining stock of the best-selling items in the store.It was not too early or too late for the clerk to hang up the sold out label on the hot-selling product display board, just at the moment when the black-haired boy opened the door humming a song.

Unsurprisingly, the world's number one detective - exploded.

He worked hard for several weeks before he was rewarded by Fukuzawa Yukichi to go to the wagashi store to buy the super popular red bean Daifuku that he had wanted to eat for a long time, but the moment he stepped into the store, he saw that the snack he was thinking of was sold out. The big white-haired cat who bought all the remaining goods was smiling provocatively and nastyly at him.

Obviously, in order to get to the store to buy Daifuku quickly, he found that these two people were magicians, so he tried his best to turn a blind eye and ignore them!

And he swears in the name of his own detective, the sneaky bastard wearing sunglasses, absolutely!One hundred percent!No, ten thousand percent!It was on purpose!

"You conjurers! Are you all crazy?!"

This time even Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't catch him, took out his glasses in a second, put on the famous detective who activated supernatural powers, and rushed straight to the other side like a locomotive out of control at full speed, took off his glasses and waited for him Gojo Satoru rushing forward.

"Bingo!" Gojo Satoru took advantage of his height and pressed the boy's head, leaning over with great interest and staring at the pair of emerald glasses that were round and full of anger.

"Wow." The white-haired big cat gave a friendly and sincere compliment, "You have a pair of very good eyes—"

The boy hit his nose hard with a head hammer, took the opportunity to struggle three steps and took two steps to hide behind the guardian, and shouted in shock, "Pervert! It's a pervert! Mr. Yuji! Call the police immediately!"

"Ah?!" Gojo Satoru, who was accidentally slipped away by the prey, got a little angry when he pointed his nose and scolded the pervert. He looked around at the young man's slender figure and baby face, and showed a mocking smile, "It's hard The brats who haven’t had a tough time should go back to breastfeed.”

Fukuzawa Yukichi and Xia Youjie, who was holding a peony cake, looked at each other. For some reason, they read the exhaustion of "the child is too bearish, please forgive me" in each other's eyes.

Afterwards, the primary school students quarreled until the unstoppable onlookers called the police to come to the scene, so Xia Youjie quickly omitted it, "Well, there is nothing to say." He said with a smile, "It's all embarrassing things for Wu."

"I see." Erye Tingming looked at the two naive ghosts who were about to quarrel again, and began to miss Oda Sakunosuke, who was able to help him raise his children at the age of 14, so he took out his mobile phone and said seriously to Xia Youjie , "Send me a copy of the video too."