Two days later, Narumi Yu made a special trip to buy red bean bread at five o'clock in the evening.

Imadegawa Chisaka gave it to her when she came, and if she didn't come, she ate it herself, saving time for making dinner.

The taste of red bean bread is close to four points, and it is undoubtedly a delicacy, and the lemon-flavored yakisoba is not at all on the same level.

"Finally finished changing ......"

On Sunday morning, Yu Narumi, who was sitting in front of the computer, typed the last word, took his hands off the keyboard, and stretched.

The first volume of "The Demon King and the Angel" is completely completed, and the setting plan of the novel is also completed.

Now all you have to do is print it out and find a publisher to submit it.

It is also possible to submit a library directly on the website. But now that the Internet has not yet risen, and the library website is not taken seriously, since there is time, it is obviously better to go to a publishing house.

Wouldn't it be too confident to go to a big publishing house?

Narumi Yu briefly searched for the Haruha Society, where "Nai River" is located, on the website.

Judging from the information on the Internet, it seems to be one of the three major publishing houses of Neon.

The rookie author is also a mere high school student.

It is possible to reject the manuscript without even reading it.

Preparing for the worst, he took a rare look at the mirror to fix his hair and smooth his collar.

Put the printed novel and project in a shoulder bag, make sure you haven't forgotten anything, and go out.

Take the train to Shinjuku.

Most of Tokyo's corporate clubs are headquartered in Shinjuku, and you can tell from the number of people on the train to Shinjuku.

The carriage was crowded with early morning employees, dressed in formal suits, and most of them stood with numb expressions, or looked down at their mobile phones.

Narumi wore only a white shirt, black trousers, and a jacket. I've done my best to look formal, but it's a bit out of place no matter how you look at it.

The streets of Shinjuku City are lined with high-rise buildings, with various video advertisements on the screens of high-rise buildings, and the pedestrians on the streets are even a little crowded, which really makes him feel the prosperity and depression of the city center.

Squeezing out of the tram station and carefully following the traffic rules through the two intersections, Narumi Yu finally found the building of Haruhasha.

Push open the glass door, which is larger than the Arakawa Library, and slowly walk to the front desk.

The woman in charge of the front desk is the same age as Miss Nishimura, and she is the age of someone who likes to take a break from the busy, and she is yawning while looking at her phone.

It's only eight o'clock now, and I started to look at my phone openly as soon as I got to work, is it really good?

"Excuse me~~"

Narumi Yu deliberately dragged out the end note, startling the other party.

"Yikes! I'm sorry! The front desk lady quickly turned off her mobile phone, raised her chest and raised her head, and relaxed when she saw the immature-looking Narumi Yu, "...... Ah, sorry, just got distracted. Can I help you? ”

"I want to contribute,"

"Yo! Qianjia-chan! Good morning~! The male editor who came to work greeted the front desk lady in good spirits.

"Good morning~! Fumimura-san. ”

"Ah...... Today, Qianjiachan still didn't call my name, disappointed. ”

A middle-aged man neatly dressed in a suit walked over.

The male editor has crisp short hair and a short beard that has grown back after shaving around his chin. It looks neat and smart, and despite wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, it doesn't have much seriousness.

He glanced at Narumi Yu, and then focused his gaze on Ichijo Qianjia, "This is ......"

Narumi Yu didn't rush to answer.

The other party is obviously not asking him, and rushing to perform at this time will only make his image in the other party's heart worse.

"Ah...... yes, what are you here for? "The front desk lady, who is already in her twenties, is trying to fool around.

"Sure enough, I'm lazy again......"

"Hee-hee-hee......"

"Don't worry, I won't complain to the president."