Following.

Ayaraku came to Shoeisha as usual.

Whether it's Mr. Hase, Mr. Shioya, or Mei Ai's senior who accidentally exposed his identity.

All in all, the days were no different than usual.

"Keep my sister's secret,"

"Oh, please drink milk tea."

Mei Yi walked over with a playful smile and placed a cup of milk tea on Ayaroku's table.

Many people in the office noticed this, and there was no surprise on their faces.

Don't look at this as a petite legal Lori.,The personality is actually more like a cheerful big sister.,And the relationship with every editor is good.。

"Hmm."

Ayaro nodded, indicating that she would not leak secrets.

"Hey, there's a newcomer to contribute,"

"Which of you is going to receive you?"

Someone shouted in the distance.

"I'll do it."

Mr. Shioya happened to be free, so he took the initiative to say.

The person who came seemed to be a junior high school girl, and her hairstyle hadn't been taken care of for I don't know how many days, and it was messy.

As for clothing......

Probably a child of a poor family? Basically, they are very plain clothes.

A black trench coat with no bright spots, but I still wear such thin shorts when winter is approaching.

Wearing a pair of small white shoes barefoot, you can't even afford socks, right?

Family background aside, the most important thing is the quality of this girl's contributions.

It's rare for such a young person to submit to a publishing house.

Either self-confidence or naivety.

Office.

Half an hour later.

"Excuse me, how old are you?"

Mr. Shioya barely swept through the thick pile of contributions.

I pushed my glasses, and I already had the answer in my heart.

"Fourteen-Year-Old ......"

The girl replied calmly.

Some are lazy, and some are indifferent to the world.

"At this age, you're still very good at writing,"

"Anyway, contact me later if you have something."

Yan also handed out a poster and euphemistically announced that the manuscript was unqualified.

The penmanship is obviously novice, and the content is bizarre and fantastical, like a child's imagination.

What's the point of such a book?

After saying that, he got up and left the chair, and there was no intention of continuing to entertain or chat.

The girl was stunned for a long time, and finally reacted.

Looking at the city outside the window, the expression on his face was still so cold.

"Well, can you excuse me?"

An abrupt voice rang out.

When the girl came back to her senses, she saw an ordinary black-haired young man, wearing a suit that didn't fit well, and there was a faint childishness on his face.

He's the editor here?

"You may be seated."

The girl whispered.

"It must have been hard to write so many drafts and come here in person,"

"Can I take a look?"

The young man said very gently.

The girl nodded, not holding out much hope.

The story was created entirely of her own volition, filled with what she could understand, and not deliberately to please the reader.

This kind of book is not recognized, and it is normal for human beings.

"What a very bold description,"

"It's hard to imagine that this kind of writing could come from a girl who is no more than a fourteen-year-old......"

"Haven't asked for your name yet?"

Ayaluo smiled, as if she was caring for some treasure, and gently rubbed the thick manuscript paper with her hand.

Hearing this, the girl was stunned.

"Aite,"

"Fangcun Aite."

She doesn't seem to like to talk too much, and the conversation is bland and simple.

"Hello, Miss Ait,"

"My name is Ayaluo, you can call me by my name in the future,"

"After reading your book, I think Mr. Shioya's judgment is problematic,"

"Well, miss, wait here for a few more minutes, and I'll go and ask Mr. Hase, what do you think?"

Ayaluo said very patiently.

This is not a compliment, but Aite does have a great talent for becoming a professional writer.

Even if it is rejected here today, sooner or later it will shine elsewhere.

"Thank you, Aya...... Aya-kun. ”

Aite hesitated, but finally kept a certain distance and did not call him by his first name.

Can this young man really understand her book?

More importantly, does her book really have its value?

Less.

"It's Aya-kun, is there anything wrong with me?"

Mr. Hasei looked up and smiled.

Ayaluo, this salted fish, came to his office for a rare time today, and he still held the manuscript in his hand, which was the first time in three months.

"This is a manuscript that Mr. Shioya refused, Uncle Hase,"

"But after reading it, I thought it had a lot of potential,"

"Its owner is a fourteen-year-old girl, and she is definitely a talented newcomer with great potential."

Ayaraku said, handing over the manuscript.

"Is that so?"

Hasegawa nodded, reading the manuscript carefully.

The more he studied, the more solemn his expression became.

With more than 30 years of work experience, he can tell at a glance what level this kind of book is and how much potential it has.

"Bastard!"

"Doesn't that guy want to do it?"

Hase's eyes seemed to be spewing fire.

Fortunately, Ayaluo sent this manuscript back, otherwise it would have been all yellowed by that guy Shioya.

Such an excellent talent, and only fourteen years old, the future development space is unimaginable.

"Aya-kun, thank you so much this time, I didn't expect you to have this kind of talent,"

"Take me to the young lady now!"

"By the way, call me the salt and the pig's head!"

Haseki hurried out of the office.

Together with Ayaraku, the two came to Aite's reception room, and of course they inevitably caught the guy who was also salty and criticized.

"I'm so sorry!"

"Miss!"

"This guy didn't take medicine in the morning and his brain was confused,"

"Your work is amazing! It's the best I've seen in years! ”

"Well, how about I invite you to dinner in the evening, apologize, and then discuss the book publishing contract?"

Hasegawa said cautiously.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ”

Shioya had a bitter smile on his face, and he could only keep apologizing.

“......”

"That's ......"

Aite seemed a little taken aback by the situation, and covered her mouth with her small hand.

It turns out that Aya-kun is right, in fact, her books are valuable?

"Thank you, Aya-kun."

There was silence for a few minutes, and for the first time Aite smiled here with a faint smile.

This feeling of surprise, she had forgotten how long she hadn't felt it.

"Where,"

"Miss Aite is talented, and sooner or later she will definitely become a famous artist."

Ayaluo said modestly.

The time for the talks was quickly finalized, two days later.

After being taught a lesson, he didn't dare to resent Hasegawa, after all, it was his job mistake.

In order to ensure that the contract could be signed smoothly, Hasegawa directly gave a deposit of 200,000 yen.

It happened that Aite was short of money in his hand, so he took it.

It is worth mentioning that Aite did not accept the invitation to the dinner, saying that he did not like the atmosphere, and Mr. Hasei did not force it.

After this time, Ayaro was arranged by Mr. Hase, and was able to serve as the exclusive editor of Miss Yoshimura Ait.

"Please advise me in the future, Miss Ait."

"Please advise, Ayaroku editor."

The corners of Aite's mouth rose slightly.

Today is probably a very commemorative day in her fourteen-year-old life.