Yumi Oshima, who had finished writing a beautiful essay of only two or three hundred words, stopped the pen in his hand and handed the paper to Takeshita Kusaoke. Although it didn't take long, she felt good about herself, and she still wanted to wait for him to compliment her. Yumi Oshima, who couldn't help but show joy on her face, looked at him with anticipation.

I took the piece of paper in front of me and took it in my right hand, and began to read. His facial expression has not changed a little from beginning to end, and he has not felt anything surprising from this article. If Yumi Oshima participated in the first National Essay Contest for Junior High School Students held by Wasae Publishing House at such a level, there was no hope of making the cut, after all, she knew Sakai Chie's reading taste preferences very well.

Although she herself will not come to conduct a "supervision battle" in person, she will ask the executive vice president to send the editors in the publishing house to the scene of the competition point in batches. These editors are not simple, and each of them is a leader in "passing five levels and killing six generals". As elites, they are also human beings, and they naturally know what the people above like, so the people below should take the initiative to make a relevant pandering. Otherwise, it's not just that you can't get along, it's that you can't get along.

Nowadays, the mustard publishing house, which is not what it used to be, is not only a holy place for authors to get ahead, but also a good company that job seekers who have graduated from famous universities at home and abroad are eager to follow, after all, the industry is famous, the income is famous, and the benefits are good...... From the beginning of its establishment, Mustard Hui Publishing House has been a high starting point, strict requirements, and would rather be lacking than excessive...... And today, the threshold for entry has become higher and higher. As soon as the recruitment information is issued, the resumes of job seekers who have graduated from prestigious universities at home and abroad will fly in like snowflakes.

The elimination rate of editorial positions in the Wasakee Publishing House is often higher than that of the Japanese Air Force pilots. Although the competition is fierce, the annual income of the official editor can exceed 20 million yen, which is more than three times that of the editor of the Spring and Autumn Publishing House, and even higher than that of Japanese pilots. If this person has no real skills. If you want to rely on luck, you can't get in at all.

Even if you pass the written test, you will often be directly brushed down in the first round of interviews. What's more, Japanese interviews are notoriously "perverted". A few people can interview one person for hours. However, this situation usually comes to the point of the last or two rounds, and the reason for this is based on lifetime employment.

Although Takeshita Kusakei does not go to the Mustard Press, he never cares about its operation. However, from Sakai Chie eating and chatting with herself, I learned that it was no longer the original pure literature publishing house, but developed into two categories: traditional literature and popular literature. Regardless of the category it falls into, once a book is put on the market, it either has a good reputation or is a hot seller. Otherwise, it's both.

Not only did the two editorial offices set up by this publishing house with very different styles exist side by side in the same building, but the editors of both sides are like fire and water, and they both look down on each other. All in all, their taste preferences are either literary, ideological and artistic. Either it focuses on storytelling, content and marketing.

After reading it, Takeshita Kusaokei's inner evaluation starts from traditional literature, although Yumi Oshima's writing has the delicacy unique to a little girl, lightness, and gorgeousness, but there is nothing to say, and the content and ideology are extremely empty, let alone artistic. For ordinary boys and girls. You will be bewildered by its beautiful diction and gorgeous coat, and thus praise it greatly.

own by the standards of popular literature. The story is not only not attractive, to be precise, there is basically none, but the content is also very thin, and there is quite a Ming Dynasty style of green words that is flashy. However, compared to the girls in the first year of high school, it is already outstanding. Give me some pointers. so that she can recognize the road ahead of her, her own shortcomings, and give full play to her strengths...... It's not that there is no chance to qualify, or even win the finals. It all depends on Yumi Oshima's understanding and acceptance.

Gently put the paper in his hand on the table, took a sip of the coffee in front of him, and said slowly, "What do you want to eat?" You can order whatever you want. I'm in for a treat. Later, we'll talk about that. Yumi Oshima, who thought this was his praise for himself, couldn't help but burst into flames. She called the waiter and took the book that was handed out by the other party. On the one hand, I was looking at the pages printed with various pastry photos, and on the other hand, I was thinking about what to eat.

Takeshita Kussake, who did not urge Shuichi Minamino, was not in a hurry at all. I have both patience and time. Although he did not have much hope for it, he did not give up. I still have to read what the other party has written before I can make an objective conclusion. Otherwise, it would be unfair.

After about ten minutes, after putting down the pen in his right hand, Shuichi Minamino took the initiative to stand up, and handed the written manuscript to Takeshita Kusaoji in both hands in an orderly manner. And Takeshita Mustard, who doesn't like this set of false etiquette the most, motioned down with his left hand to the other party to sit down, and took it with his right hand. At first glance, he frowned, as if he had eaten a fly.

There is really a kind of Takeshita grass mustard who wants to crumple this piece of paper in his hand directly into a paper ball.,There is quite an urge to throw it at Nanno Shuichi's face.。 This writing is not bad, but extremely poor. A high school student actually wrote an elementary school student's writing, which can be regarded as a kind of "talent", or the kind that does not have good grades. He feels bad about the whole person, and the difference between him and others is that he doesn't draw conclusions if he doesn't finish reading it.

Enduring a kind of pain similar to scraping bones to detoxify, Takeshita grass mustard slowly looked back. Putting aside the writing, the more I looked back, the more I felt that it was quite interesting between the lines. He reacted immediately, not only guessed what Minamino Shuichi wanted to say, but also happily found out that the other party was not written in a hurry without thinking at all.

"How long have you liked Yumi Oshima?" Takeshita Kusa understood that the whole article was a heartfelt love letter from the other party to the goddess in his heart.

With his head down, his eyes looking at the ground, and his face turned red all of a sudden, Shuichi Minamino rubbed his hands uninterruptedly because of the nervousness in his heart, and said in a low voice: "It's been since kindergarten." ”

"You're precocious enough." Takeshita Grass Mustard, who couldn't help but laugh, had the idea of accepting disciples for the first time in his heart. (To be continued.) )