"Harano-kun wants to write a song for me?"

"Sister Quanshui doesn't believe that I have this talent?"

Shingo Harano looked at the Matsuyuki spring on the opposite side with a hesitant look, and then asked.

"It's not that I don't believe it, after all, you've written a good song."

"What is Sister Quanshui worried about?"

"I, I want to know why you helped me from the beginning and write songs for me now."

Songxue Quanshui had a somewhat uncertain look on his face, and finally made up his mind to ask the doubts he had buried in his heart.

"It's an interest."

That's it, why is it suddenly so helpful to others, there has to be a reason, some of the unnatural looks of the Harano Shingo had to say perfunctorily.

"It's not good for a child to tell a lie."

The corners of Songxue Spring's mouth hooked slightly, and he opened his red lips and said softly.

"Well, actually, well, on a whim."

After thinking about it in my head for a long time, I finally came up with a reasonable reason, which can't be considered a reason, in fact, Shigo Harano is indeed a whim.

Thinking that the girl in front of him is very similar to the woman he admired in his previous life, but she lacks the talent to create, so she will make up for it yourself.

It's also for a small wish for yourself.

"On a whim?"

Songxue Spring Water didn't understand the meaning of the word, it sounded like the language of the Celestial Empire.

"It means that when the emotion arrives, then I can't help but want to do it."

"Then can I understand that Yuanye-kun is a three-minute heat?"

Roughly understanding the meaning of the word whim, Songxue Spring Water smiled softly and said.

"How is it possible, I will definitely be responsible for Sister Quanshui!"

Every time Shigo Harano saw the smile of his sister next door like this, he felt that he was still a child who had not grown up, but he was not like a person who still had a mature soul, he quickly said firmly.

"Take care of this kind of thing."

Hearing the words of Yuan Ye Shingo, Matsuyuki Spring said in a little panic.

"No, no, it's just that I can write songs well."

Feeling that what he said seemed to be a little ambiguous, Shigo Harano looked at the Matsuyuki spring water in front of him and twisted a little, and quickly explained the meaning of what he had just said.

"Hmm"

Matsuyuki Spring agreed, indicating that he understood what Mano Shingo meant.

The soft wind blew through the bodies of the two of them, bringing the long hair of pine snow spring water fluttering in the air, and today's wind was extraordinarily gentle.

"In that case, this matter will be discussed in two days, let's go back and rest first."

Looking at the beautiful pine snow spring water in the moonlight, Shigo Harano coughed and said.

"Okay, I'll take you to your room to rest."

Songxue Spring Water stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please, and then raised his foot to the other side.

Shingo Harano, who had rested at Matsuyuki's house for the night, asked Koichiro Matsuyuki to say goodbye early.

To be honest, there are still a lot of gains in this industry.

first saw what kind of aura and mind the top people in the island country are, and then fulfilled a small wish of his idol sister in his previous life.

Although I was a little reluctant to come, I was still more comfortable when I left.

Koichiro Matsuyuki sent a driver on standby at the manor to send him back to Tokyo again.

The car drove smoothly on the wide road, and Shingo Harano received a phone call early in the morning.

"Good morning, Mr. Harano."

Listening to the greeting of Inoue Ichiro, who was also a little sleepy on the other side.

"Why did Editor Inoue call me so early?"

"Did Mr. Harano meet a noble person recently?"

The Inoue editor, who seemed to be covering the phone, asked in a low voice.

"Why do you say that?"

"Last night, the editor-in-chief called me and told me that you have a traditional literature to publish, and then it seems that you want to open the channel of traditional literature, and you plan to use your work to make the first shot."

Hearing Shingo Harano's question, the Inoue editor quickly explained the reason for his call, and there was a hint of envy in his voice.

"What? So fast? When Shingo Harano heard this, he couldn't help but scream.

Cast an apologetic look at the driver in front of him, and then there was some shock in his heart that Koichiro Matsuyuki would move so fast.

Obviously, it was something that was casually promised yesterday, and it has already begun to be implemented this morning.

He is worthy of being a big man who stomped his feet and shook Tokyo three times, and even if he said it casually, he would fulfill his promise.

"Harano-sensei knows about this?"

The Inoue editor on the other side was a little surprised, and then thought that this was like serving Shingo Harano alone, and there must be a great noble person to help.

Open up a channel for one person alone!

What is this concept?

"Ah, no, go on."

Shingo Harano avoided the reason for this and instead let the other party continue.

"So I called you early this morning to ask about your traditions."

"Well, that's right, I have a tradition to publish, and it seems that I don't need to find another publisher."

Shingo Harano smiled softly, and now he doesn't have to worry about choosing a publishing house.

But I also owe someone a big favor, and I don't know how to repay it in the future.

"You don't have to worry about anything else, just send the manuscript over."

"Well, this is a short story, I have spare parts on my phone, so I'll send you some of it first."

"Okay, then I won't bother you."

Hearing that the other party did have the manuscript and that it looked like it had already been written, Inoue Ichiro was even more convinced of the fact that there was a noble person behind Shingo Harano.

If he could have restrained a popular light writer like Shingo Harano a little.

But now it is obvious that there are people behind them, and even the headquarters can be alarmed by the energy.

However, to his surprise, as far as he knew, Shingo Harano's parents had died, and there were no dignitaries among relatives and friends.

But smart people never delve into what they are curious about, and that will only make them die faster.

It seems that I will be more concerned about the affairs of Mr. Harano in the future, Inoue Ichiro thought to himself.

"You've done a great job!"

Shingo Harano bowed to the driver uncle who sent him back and said politely.

The driver's uncle nodded at him, and then took the steering wheel and left.

Shingo Harano scratched his head, thinking to himself that the bodyguards and drivers of the rich family were so cold?

Shingo Harano, who was not thinking, strode into the campus.

But what made him wonder was that Songxue Spring Water didn't have to go to school today?

Wouldn't it be more convenient for the driver to send himself with her if she went to school?

Rubbing his neck, which he hadn't slept well on yesterday, Shingo Harano sighed.

Although he did a small favor to others, he also owed them a favor.

You can still see and touch ordinary debts, and you can calculate when you will be able to pay them off.

But the debt of human affection is not said to be repaid, although the rivers and lakes are sophisticated, but Yuan Ye Shingo doesn't want to jump into this dye vat so early.

Although he has long been drenched in sores, his heart still yearns for innocence.

For him, being able to have a good high school life again is a gift from God.