When he woke up in the morning, Kei Fujiwara felt that he had bad breath.

Last night, I watched a health program that suggested that people drink a glass of hot milk every day before going to bed, and Fujiwara Kei did so, waking up with a foul mouth.

Damn, it's a signing session today......

Looking at the markers on the calendar hanging on the wall, Kei Fujiwara said in his heart.

Health programs are all deceptive, drinking milk or something...... I don't know, I thought I drank urine. Poof!

Kei Fujiwara ran to the bathroom to freshen up, put on a trench coat, and walked out of the house.

Today's wind was a bit strong, so Kei Fujiwara took the car to Ikebukuro, found the Junkudo bookstore, and walked in.

There were a lot of people in the bookstore, coming and going, and I didn't see a place for the signing at the door, so I grabbed a clerk and asked, "Miss, may I ask what floor the signing will be?" ”

"Second floor......" said the clerk.

Fujiwara Kei went up to the second floor, and saw a row of vertical banners in the southeast corner area of the second floor of the bookstore, and three writers sitting at the table, the surroundings were very deserted, and almost no readers came forward to buy books.

And there is an empty seat next to the three writers, and next to it is a vertical banner of "White Night Walking", presumably for himself.

Fujiwara Kei sighed in his heart, thinking that the book was selling well, and there should be many readers to sign it, it seems that he thought things too well.

Fujiwara Kei sat down directly, only to hear the author next to him mutter, "It's no different from when I used to be a salesman." ”

"My first print run was 10,000 copies, and it seems like a month, and I haven't sold a few copies, and if the path of a writer really doesn't work, I'll still work in my own company."

"Me too...... Own company? Do you have a company? ”

"yes, in the hotel chain business."

Fujiwara Kei sat there and didn't speak, listening to a few people gossiping, and after a long time, none of the readers came forward, and he was a little frustrated for a while.

I thought the sales of the novel were good, but I didn't expect readers to buy it at all, and the gap is still a bit big.

At this time, the writer sitting next to him saw Kei Fujiwara, turned his head and asked, "What do you call this teacher?" ”

Fujiwara Kei turned his head to look at him and smiled, "Fujiwara." ”

Fujiwara? The author thought back to himself for a moment, and the writer who came here today to sign the sale didn't seem to have this surname.

But he didn't ask too much, and seeing that he didn't have any readers to ask for autographs, I felt a little close.

"Fujiwara, are you working full-time?" A writer next to him asked.

Kei Fujiwara shook his head, "Part-time." ”

"Can you write a good book on a part-time job?"

"So sales are average."

"How many books have you written?"

"Just one copy, sign it today."

"Have you ever won an award?"

Kei Fujiwara shook his head, "No. ”

The rookie writer who has not won an award seems to be a good hand at making unsalable books, and the writer has a heart, although he will not show anything on the surface, but he secretly has a contempt in his heart.

"By the way, Fujiwara-kun, have you ever attended a writing class?" The man asked again.

Kei Fujiwara shook his head.

The man smiled and took out a business card and handed it to Kei Fujiwara, "I have written three books, and the sales of the last one reached 450,000 copies, so I still have some experience on how to write. ”

"Okay, I'll visit you another day." Kei Fujiwara smiled and accepted the business card.

There seemed to be a crowd of people in the distance, but they were all running upstairs, when a writer asked, "How many of us are here to sign the sale today?" ”

Another writer shook his head and said, "No, there seems to be one upstairs, but their works are very popular, and you see that these readers are here for him." ”

"What's your name?"

"It seems to be a social school, what is it called......

"Socialist? Can it sell well? The writer who had just invited Kei Fujiwara to his training class was dismissive.

"I heard that 200,000 copies have been sold in a month."

"So many?!" The man stammered, "Has the direction of the market changed?" Now readers like to read Socialist? ”

While they were discussing, a man came over with a bag on his back, turned around Fujiwara Kei twice, and said cautiously, "I'm sorry, you seem to be sitting in my place." ”

"Huh?" Kei Fujiwara stood up a little dazed.

"That's right, I'm the author of "Shinjuku Shark", are you signing here today?"

"Yes......"

Before the words fell, a person ran not far away.

"Teacher! Teacher Sima! The man ran over panting, and Fujiwara Kei looked at it fixedly, this person was an employee of the Spring and Autumn Society, and he had seen him twice.

"Why did you come here, the signing of "White Night Walking" will be upstairs!"

Kei Fujiwara stood up and quickly gave way to the author just now, "I'm sorry, I'm in the wrong place." With that, he quickly followed the man and left.

"He's ......"

"Sima Keita, the author of "White Night Walking", heard that the work sold very well, and he was also shortlisted for the Naoki Award, so there is no problem in entering the finals."

The writer who opened the training class subconsciously opened his mouth wide, looking at the back of Kei Fujiwara running all the way, and his mouth couldn't be closed for a long time.

Compared with the cold second floor, the scene on the third floor can be described as hot.

Many readers were already waiting here early, holding a copy of "White Night Walking", and when they saw Kei Fujiwara appear and confirmed that he was the author, Keita Sima, they burst into cheers.

"Teacher Sima Keita!"

""White Night Walking" will definitely win the Naoki Award!"

The readers shouted with some excitement, each holding a copy of "White Night Walking" in their hands, and Fujiwara Kei walked to the front of the stage, bowed to everyone, and then sat down.

Under the arrangement of the bookstore staff, readers lined up in a long line and methodically stepped forward to ask for autographs.

"Thank you for your support." After signing a name, Kei Fujiwara said to the visitor with a smile.

"Mr. Sima, I like your work very much, and I will definitely be able to get the Naoki Award."

"I lend you good words."

This signing lasted for two hours, and at first Kei Fujiwara was able to cope with it, but gradually, his wrist began to ache and even tremble slightly, and later, even the signature became crooked.

Kei Fujiwara looked up at the autograph line that could not be seen, and secretly complained in his heart.

Nanako Tokada and Shinyo Ogata also came to the book signing, the line was really long, folded and almost filled half of the scene, the two stood at the end of the line, walking forward little by little, hoping to get the signature of Keita Sima.

Ogata Mayo also finished reading the book "White Night Walking" and soon became a fan of Keita Sima.

The two heard that there was a signing party for "White Night Walking" here today, so they came early.

At this time, Shinyo Ogata stared at Kei Fujiwara's face from a distance, and suddenly pulled Lari Kada's arm.

"Nanako, I always feel that Teacher Sima seems to be a little familiar."

Actually, Toshida felt the same way, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

Shinyo Ogata tilted his head and thought for a moment, and suddenly thought: "Ah, isn't he the one who filmed the show in the ramen shop that day, 'The policeman and the wanted man are friends', do you remember?" ”

Nanako Tokada then remembered.