[Net King] Take away my heart

Mochizuki is a name that even sounds beautiful.

Not only does the pronunciation sound nice, but the Chinese characters are also very beautiful. She is the only person in our school who can fit this kind of name.

Mochizuki-senpai is one grade higher than us, she is the head of the art department and the vice president of the student union, she is a veritable young lady.Temperament, self-cultivation, and manners all reveal the elegant demeanor of being born in a famous family.

Like Jingichi, she does not belong to the common people.

In the second grade, Jingshi led the Lihai Tennis Club all the way to the national competition. He was very busy every day, but even so, he still went to the art department to take a look whenever he was free.

Jingshi is very good at painting and has won prizes in competitions. I can see that he is very interested in art, but he has the important task of the head of the tennis department. It seems a bit difficult for him to take care of both sides.

This difficulty does not mean that he can't balance tennis and painting, Jingshi is much better than ordinary people, and he is very familiar with everything.But painting is Jingshi's interest. It does not have any competitive nature, and it can be regarded as entertainment for relaxing and cultivating sentiment.For him, tennis is more like an unshirkable responsibility. There are competitions, competitions, fierce fights and contests. As long as it is about winning or losing, Jingshi has to be extra serious.

Jingshi seldom mentioned Mochizuki-senpai, almost never.But everyone in the school knows that they have a good relationship, and they are always said to be Lihai's most suitable couple.

In the second half of the second semester, I started to prepare a birthday present for Jingshi.

Because I was embarrassed to ask my parents for pocket money, I wondered how I could earn the cost of buying gifts myself.The gift has already been decided from the beginning. Jingshi has always wanted Verlaine's poetry collection. I found the out-of-print first translation in a second-hand bookstore. Although the price is expensive, I think Jingshi will be very happy to receive this.

At the beginning, I worked hard to write a lot of articles and submit them to newspapers and periodicals. Some of them were successfully published, and some of them were not selected.After raising and raising, the manuscript fee is not even enough to buy the book.

Under such circumstances, a girl suddenly found me one day and said to me: "Akiyama-san, are you good at writing? Actually, I want to confess my love to someone... Can you teach me how to write a love letter? "

I never wrote a love letter, never received a love letter.Honestly, I have no idea what a love letter looks like.

But that girl begged me several times sincerely, so I had no choice but to agree in a daze.

"I can't promise to write it well? Because it's also the first time I write this kind of thing."

"It's okay! I'm glad Akiyama-san is willing to help."

In the end, that girl took the love letter I wrote for her to confess, and she even succeeded in confessing.

The next day she came to me with a thank you gift, saying that thanks to my help.Seeing that the gift was a dictionary, I accepted it without much thought.But when I went home and opened it, there was a [-]-yen note in the dictionary, and I was stunned for a moment.

In this way, the job of writing love letters became the first "extra royalties" I earned.

After that, I wrote love letters for several people one after another. I didn’t put a price on the outside, nor publicized that I was accepting this kind of commission, but the intelligence network between girls is sometimes terrible. When that girl confesses successfully, others The girls all heard the news.

Everyone's reward is different, sometimes it's a hundred yuan coin, sometimes it's a coupon, and sometimes it's a completely meaningless thank you letter.Although not everyone spends as much as the first girl, I gradually accumulated some pocket money.

On the day I went on a date with Marui and the others, I left my wallet on the train on the way home.

It was a bad day, a date, an amusement park, a lost wallet, whatever.I stood at the lost and found office and waited for more than three hours, until it was dark and my legs were numb, but I still didn't wait for anyone to pick up my wallet.

The wallet contained all the royalties I earned from writing love letters for others, which may not seem like much to ordinary people, but with a little more effort, I could raise enough money to buy that collection of poems.

Finally, I returned home with heavy steps and an empty heart.

In a small alley near the school, there is a very humble second-hand bookstore.In stark contrast to the various storefronts with gorgeous and trendy decorations around, this second-hand bookstore is dilapidated and old, and it looks like a place where young people will never go in.

The first person who brought me to this bookstore was Lian Er, that is, in this bookstore, I found the first translation of Verlaine's poems that had been out of print for a long time.

The owner of the bookstore is an old grandfather who has poor eyesight and poor legs, so he always puts the books on the stand outside the store and goes into the store to listen to the radio by himself. .

Verlaine's collection of poems has been placed on the stand outside for a long time. Because no one cares about it for a long time, the book has been exposed to the wind and the sun, and even the cover paper has begun to turn yellow, and its condition is getting worse day by day.

Before I lost my wallet, I would go to this store almost every day, stand in front of the stall, look at the book and silently tell myself, it’s still close, as long as I work harder, I can buy it, I must work hard.

But just when the goal was about to be achieved, all my hard work suddenly went to waste.

I can't blame anyone because I lost my wallet.But when I read that book, I still felt very sad. Although I was right in front of my eyes, I was only one step away from making up enough money, but because of my own negligence and distraction, all the hard work these days had been wasted.

A mother and son passed by in front of the bookstore. The little boy who looked only seven or eight years old was pestering his mother to buy him a new game console.The mother refused, and the little boy stopped in the middle of the road and cried.The mother who was helpless with him had to compromise and agree to buy him a game console.The little boy burst into laughter immediately, and the mother and son walked into the nearby shop hand in hand.

Such mother and child and such scenes may be everywhere, but it never happened in my childhood.

I never play tricks and ask grandma to buy me things, because rather than letting grandma spend money for me, I want to make money so that grandma, who has worked all her life, can live a good life.Of course, it is impossible for me to act coquettishly to my parents, because they are already struggling to pay Jingshi's medical expenses. Even if they are willing to give me money, I will never have the face to reach out for it.

My strength is very insignificant, I can't make any contribution to grandma and this family, I can only try not to burden them as much as possible, so my selfishness can only be satisfied by myself.I can't be as capricious as other children. If I say coquettish, I will act coquettishly, and if I say cheating, I will cheat. Not to mention game consoles, even buying a book is difficult for me.

But I just want to give Jingshi a birthday present.

Looking at that book, it would be a lie to say that I am not sad.Why is it so hard for me no matter what I do?I also want to pester my parents to buy this and that for me. I also want to buy beautiful clothes and bags like the girls in my class. I also want to chase stars, go to concerts, eat, drink and have fun. I have been a normal girl. Deserved life.

But only I can't do it.

Just a book.It's just a book, and I don't even have the right to own it.

I unconsciously walked to the bookstore, to the stall where the book was placed.The old man in the bookstore huddled there listening to the radio as usual, so absorbed that he didn't pay attention to the situation outside.

Staring at that book, I felt empty in my head.The right hand raised unconsciously, and moved closer to the book little by little.What am I doing?The question flashed through my mind for a moment.

I don't feel like I'm about to do something wrong, I'm not scared, I'm not nervous, it's just that my body moves involuntarily.Maybe that book has some kind of magic, it is attracting me, as if saying to me, I am here, take me away, take me away, you can easily take me away.

I just got sucked in.

Just as my hand was about to touch the book, someone grabbed my wrist.My movements stopped there.

"Akiyama, no."

As if suddenly waking up in a sleepwalking, I raised my head and found Hiroshi Yagyu appearing beside me at some point.

He looked at me, shook his head silently at me, and then pulled me away from the bookstore.

The author has something to say: Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang——Toru has brought the preview of the Christmas gift(^o^)/

↑Click on the picture to go directly to Toru's first short story! !Japanese fan translation novel "Puppet Five Questions"! !

Well, that's right, it's a translation (laughs)

The original author of the novel is Japanese fan writer ユキヒ, Toru painstakingly translated her work into Chinese literature for everyone O(∩_∩)O

Because it is the first time to try it, there are novelty and anxiety, and I hope everyone will like this gift~~

The release time of the short stories will start from December 12th and end in January of next year~ Accompany everyone to spend Christmas and New Year's Day XDDD

Well, the Lihai chapter is still in progress, and the next chapter will continue to introduce some short stories~

See you in the next chapter, girls~