Junichi Watanabe smoked heavily in the smoking room.

At this time, he was very upset.

The book "My Youth Love Story Really Has a Problem" is definitely a good book, and he is sure to be a good book. It's just that what she didn't expect was that Konosuke Matsushita would not hesitate to incite national antagonism in order to attack herself, even if it harmed the interests of the company.

At this time, he really knew that the other party was far more limitless than he expected. In the eyes of the other party, the most important thing is not the company's interests at all, but his own personal gains and losses.

This made Junichi Watanabe, who had dedicated his life to the Shogakukan for both generations of father and son, unable to leave with peace of mind at all. It's just that in the face of surging public opinion at this time, he has no other choice at all.

Finally, taking a heavy puff of the cigarette in his hand, Junichi Watanabe walked to his office with a tragic heart, and he had to take responsibility for this matter anyway.

On the other side, Konosuke Matsushita looked at the crowd gathered downstairs leisurely.

He doesn't care how big things go, anyway, it's not him who will stand up and take responsibility in the end. As for the loss of "Spring Things" off the shelves, he didn't care about it at all.

On the contrary, the bigger the trouble, the more losses he makes, the happier he is. Because then Junichi Watanabe is less likely to stay.

More and more people are gathering downstairs in the Shogakukan.

At first, the first arrivals didn't notice, but when the newcomers put up their signs, they realized something was wrong!

I saw a banner clearly written: "Return my freedom, resume the release of "Spring Things"!" ”

At first, there were just a few people silently waving banners. However, it was not long before more and more people gathered. The group of people were all dressed in formal attire, as if attending an extremely solemn event. They barely make a sound, but it's this silence that seems to have an invisible force. The people who protested against the release of "Spring Things" at the Shogakukan unconsciously silenced.

As time went on, more and more people gathered behind the queue that demanded the resumption of the release of "Spring Things". They showed their voices to the world with silence and slogans in their hands.

Slowly, not far from them, those who protested against "Spring Things" became more and more uneasy. Although the crowd next to it did not make any sound. It doesn't even seem to notice their deposits.

But that silent silence, that invisible outpouring of tragedy, that kind of uncompromising determination that emanates. They all made them uneasy. It's like facing the calm before a storm. Let them breathe.

As the silent team grew again and again, the team that had protested against "Spring Things" became more and more uneasy, and finally the first person retreated. Quietly left the team. Then came the second, the third. Like a chain reaction, more and more people are leaving. In the end, there was not a single one left.

In such a silent way, the otaku have achieved a victory that belongs to them and to "Spring Things".

At the Shogakukan Publishing House, a young girl excitedly runs into Junichi Watanabe's office.

"Editor-in-chief, something is wrong, and many people have come downstairs to surround the company."

Junichi Watanabe didn't look up, burying his head and writing his resignation word by word, thinking that he was about to leave the company where he had worked for half his life, Junichi Watanabe's eyes were already faintly moist. So he kept his head down, not wanting people to see his fragility at this time.

"I already know. I'll take care of that. Do not worry. Junichi Watanabe struggled to keep himself calm.

"No, editor-in-chief, another group of people just came, and they all support "Spring Things"!" The young female editor said anxiously.

"What?" Junichi Watanabe looked up suddenly, wondering if he had misheard it just now.

"There are a lot of people out there who support "Spring Things". Much more than those who protested! ”

Junichi Watanabe heard it clearly this time, and suddenly couldn't sit still, hurriedly stood up, walked to the window, and swept down, and saw a large group of young people in formal clothes, holding signs in their hands.

"Give me back "Spring Things", and give me back my choice of freedom."

"Spring Thing belongs to us, we don't have to worry about it!"

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Junichi Watanabe looked at the crowd below and was already laughing wildly in his heart.

Konosuke Matsushita instigated national sentiment and wanted to use public opinion to influence the company's decisions.

Now "Spring Things" has spontaneously called on more people to say no to those who vainly try to destroy "Spring Things".

It is the public opinion that boycotts "Spring Things", and it is also the public opinion that supports it. When different public opinions collide together, the final number of supporters determines a qiē. Looking at the black crowd downstairs and the slogans supporting "Spring Things" everywhere, Junichi Watanabe knew that victory belonged to him and to "Spring Things".

No one should try to use public opinion to sway others. Everyone has their own persistence.

Just when Junichi Watanabe was inexplicably excited, the phone on the table rang.

Junichi Watanabe tried to calm down and walked to the table to pick up the phone.

"I'm Masahiro Xianghe!"

Just the name made Junichi Watanabe straighten up immediately.

"Hello, President!"

"Watanabe came to my office." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Junichi Watanabe's heart was instantly filled with apprehension. At this time, he didn't think much about it, and immediately got up and ran to the president's office upstairs.

The person who just called was none other than the top person in charge of the Elementary School Hall. In the entire elementary school hall, this person is definitely a person who says the same thing. The one that dominates the Elementary School Hall. In the face of his order, Junichi Watanabe did not dare to hesitate.

When Junichi Watanabe came outside the president's office, there were already assistants waiting outside. When they saw him coming, they immediately led him in.

Walking into the office, Junichi Watanabe saw another person standing at his desk. It was Konosuke Matsushita. The other party was bowing his head proudly at this time.

Masahiro sat behind his desk with a calm face. After Junichi Watanabe came in, he just glanced at him lightly.

"Hello President!" Junichi Watanabe couldn't help but be a little nervous, especially when he saw the look on Konosuke Matsushita's face. He knew that this must be related to "Spring Things".

However, Masahiro Aigai always sat there without saying a word, except for the first glance at Junichi Watanabe, as if he had forgotten Junichi Watanabe's deposit. Doing his own thing.

There seemed to be an invisible pressure in the office, which made Junichi Watanabe's face become whiter and paler, and large pieces of sweat broke out on his head. Junichi Watanabe didn't dare to reach out and wipe it.

I don't know how long it was, just when Junichi Watanabe was about to collapse and couldn't hold on anymore and wanted to take the initiative to break the silence.

Masahiro Ai finally looked away from the text in front of him. Looking at Junichi Watanabe, he asked indifferently: "Watanabe, you were the one who signed that light novel written by the Chinese?" ”

Junichi Watanabe didn't dare to hesitate in the slightest, and hurriedly nodded: "Yes, president." ”

Xianghe Changhong always looked expressionless, and slowly spoke: "What is the reason? ”

Junichi Watanabe's heart moved, and he understood that his answer below was the key to deciding whether he could continue to stay in the company.

"This novel is very special, and it is permeated throughout the book with a point of view that is completely contrary to the perception of ordinary people. Many views are clearly subverted by people's inherent perceptions, but they can't help but feel like they want to agree. What's even more rare is that the style of the whole book is quite uniform, and there is no anticlimactic tail. And there is a kind of masochistic bloody tenderness. People can't help but feel sorry for the characters in the book. I feel that this book has completely hit a considerable number of young people today. To be sure, this book is bound to create a frenzy among young people. Although it is written by Chinese, the whole novel is completely in pure Japanese style. Not the slightest bit of jerkiness. So I strongly signed the book. ”

Masahiro Aigo has been looking at Junichi Watanabe seriously. It seems to confirm the truth of his every word.

When Junichi Watanabe finished speaking, he looked at Konosuke Matsushita again.

"Panasonic, have you read this novel?"

Konosuke Matsushita, who was originally bowing his head and secretly proud, suddenly turned stiff.

He certainly hadn't read it, or even seen it.

Although he instructed his friends in the media to concoct an article full of slander. But he just came up with ideas.

"President, I'm ・・・・・・"

"Okay, I got it! Watanabe, you go back and get back to work. The notice was sent to transport all the "Spring Things" that had been reprinted yesterday and sell them on the spot to the protesters. ”

"Yes!" When Junichi Watanabe heard this, a burst of ecstasy suddenly rose in his heart. He knew he had won. "Spring Things" won.

He didn't dare to stay any longer, and hurriedly retreated from the office.

On the other side, Konosuke Matsushita had an earthy face at this time. There is no longer the proud appearance of before.

"Panasonic, do you think I can't see your little movements? Am I so easy to be deceived? ”

Konosuke Matsushita suddenly changed his face when he heard this, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"The most important quality for my subordinates is loyalty! Not finally the company, but faithful to the work. But I'm disappointed in what you're doing. ”

Konosuke Matsushita's face is completely lost in blood. I saw his lips trembling, as if he wanted to ask for mercy.

However, Masahiro did not give him a chance.

"Come on, please let Mr. Matsushita leave and let the treasurer settle his salary. From this moment on, Panasonic is no longer the editor-in-chief of the Shogakukan. ”

The assistant who walked in faithfully carried out his orders.

When everyone was gone, Masahiro Aigai took out a not-so-thick novel from a drawer. It is "My Youth Love Story is really problematic".

"Is that the book? From today, you will be remembered in the history of Japanese light novels. So Chen Xueqian, who wrote this book, what kind of person will you be? ”

Masahiro walked to the window and watched the crowd one by one in order, constantly coming forward to buy the "Spring Things" that had been transferred.

He had a hunch that a phenomenal light novel was about to come out. The success of this book will amaze the whole of Japan.

This is a masterpiece that can change the landscape of the Japanese novel genre.

However, this book was written by a Chinese.

The people downstairs who bought "Spring Things" were excitedly waving their purchased novels to the crowd. It's like waving a banner of victory.

From today on, "Spring Things" is the banner of the otaku family. So far, the success of "Spring Things" is unstoppable.

And the author Chen Xueqian, who has been talked about by countless people, is on his way home at this time.

He held the certificate of the winner of the English contest in his hand, but there was not much smile on his face.

Because, Gu Qingying is leaving!

Nearly a year earlier than in the previous life, there is no end to it. Maybe a goodbye is a farewell!

The identity gap between Gu Qingying and Chen Xueqian is like an insurmountable gap. Separated between the two.

If it is destined to be separated, then maybe it is better to let go sooner.

Chen Xueqian, who was sitting by the window, couldn't see the emotion, and silently watched the scenery outside the window quickly recede in front of him.

Suddenly, a tender little hand held his hand tightly.

Chen Xueqian turned his head to look.

Yang Wei bit her lip tightly, turned her head and didn't dare to look at him, but the hand holding him never let go.