The owner of the leg changed his position and put his right leg on his left leg. The overlapping of the two legs makes the dark area in the middle slightly revealed.

But the owner apparently didn't pay attention, just kept shaking his calves in irritability, and the slippers hanging on his toes shook with it.

The contrast between the white slippers and the small black feet makes the beautiful legs with a faint glow in the white light look even more seductive.

There was a thin layer of fine sweat on the forehead of Kasumigaoka Shiyu, staring at the document in the red notebook in front of him, on which was written a line of words:

Love Metronome Vol. 2

Although the complete outline of the book has been written in its entirety until the last sentence of the fifth volume, in the face of this publishing house that it has privately stated that it will be cut in the third volume, Kasumigaoka Shiyu really can't convince himself to write it.

Writing about this kind of garbage that no one likes is a waste of time and life, and even if it is printed, it is just a waste of resources and pollution. What are you waiting for the third volume, it's better not to come out with the second volume. Keep your precious life to do something you love, and then end this sad life peacefully.

The burgundy eyes were supposed to be thrilling, but now they were full of pain, and the slender and slender ten fingers grabbed the hair the top of her head, and the amazing amount of long black hair was rubbed into a mess by her. Fortunately, I didn't let a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder see it, otherwise I would have to help her tidy it up again.

Kasumigaoka, have you really stopped here?

The girl's fingers grabbed her hair because she was too hard, and her finger bones were more obvious, and her black hair was torn off a lot.

The joy of the work being valued by the publishing house, the ambition of getting the best newcomer award, no one cared about it after it was put on the shelves, and the sequel was cut in half......

In just one month, just a girl in the third grade of junior high school has experienced such ups and downs.

What Kasumigaoka Shiyu can't accept is not the dismal grades, but that he only has this degree.

Her father ran a small company, and although the family didn't say that there was so much money that she couldn't use it at all, she didn't need to work her own.

The reason why she took the path of writing was just to prove her strength.

Even because of her academic performance, she was the first all year round, and she also wrote scripts for the school's drama club, and was called a talented girl by the people around her, but the girl didn't take it seriously at all.

In a small place like Hehe City, even a black and white symmetrical puppy can be reported by a TV station for half a day, and a talented girl from a public middle school is nothing at all.

She, Kasumigaoka Shiyu, didn't want to prove it to anyone, she just wanted to tell herself that she could do better!

Failed, fiasco.

The book that was written based on himself and used all his current writing skills was cruelly rejected by the market.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu doesn't say what it is, the reader's level is too poor to understand his book, and it was originally written for the market.

She has a clear perception of herself, has no interest in others at all, is gloomy and stubborn, and is not good at interpersonal communication. How can she write pleasant works from the bottom of her heart?

This book, "Love Metronome", can be said to be all about writing skills to manipulate the reader's emotions except for the heroine who was written based on her and poured a little emotion into her.

Before the book was published, I was full of confidence, thinking that those stupid houses would be immersed in this emotional vortex made up by themselves.

Reality gave her a heavy punch, which shattered Kasumigaoka's pride.

Although the editor, Miss Machida Enko, tried her best to hide the news that the publisher was planning to cut "Love Metronome" in half, and still encouraged herself, saying that her writing talent was still bottomless.

But Kasumigaoka Shiyu knew that she was so strong that she finally couldn't straighten her swan-like neck this time, and raised her head proudly.

With the book that no one cares about, and her pride.

Two hands opened from his head, and a few strands of jet-black hair fell.

Feeling the restraint of the black stockings on the thighs, the suppressed mood in the girl's heart seemed to find an inclined mouth, and she tore hard until the stockings were all broken and the snow-white thighs were completely exposed.

The slippers were thrown aside, and the delicate feet were tread on the carpet patterned for Piet Mondrian's plaids.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu lifted the cup and took a sip of water, exhaled deeply, and slowly put her hands on the keyboard with a slight trembling.

Although it is destined to be cut in half, since the contract is signed, it must be fulfilled, even if it is written as garbage that no one likes.

Calling up the outline and looking at the things that he had spent countless days and months writing, there was unwillingness, pain, and a hint of hatred in the eyes of Kasumigaoka Shiyu. If she hadn't written this, maybe she would have been able to continue to live in that small circle, hypocritically maintaining the ridiculous stronger.

Write it, even if it's for Miss Machida. I don't know if she will help me pick out a lot of mistakes this time, and then strictly supervise me to correct them.

With a self-deprecating laugh, Kasumigaoka Shiha cheered up and raised her ring finger to tap on the keyboard.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, startling the girl.

Picking up the phone, it's Miss Machida.

Did you come to give me a "death notice"?

Kasumigaoka Shiyu remembers that today is the time when her books are completely taken off the shelves. Now, a large part of the books that say "written by Kasumi Shizi" should have been returned to the storeroom of the publishing house, right?

Imagining the boxes stacked in the library of the publishing house waiting for the unknown fate of himself, although the royalties have already been obtained, Kasumigaoka Shiyu is still a heartache.

For "Love Metronome", and for myself.

If the girls at school who have been jealous of her behind their backs find out, they will have a new weapon to attack them.

Although she is not interested in others at all, it is based on her pride, on the basis of the fact that she is not better than others.

Right now......

Suppressing his heavy heart, he took two deep breaths to sort out his emotions a little, and Kasumigaoka Shiyu pressed the answer button.

"Little poem!"

Before I could say hello, there was a surprise cry on my phone that I couldn't suppress.

"Huh? What's wrong with Miss Machida? ”

My book is off the shelves, is Machida's deputy editor so happy?

Although she knew that the other party was not such a person, the girl who was full of negative emotions at the moment still couldn't help but think about it.

"It's all sold out!!" The woman on the other side of the phone continued to scream, I really admired that she could say such a complete thing in such a high voice.

Everything sold out? It can't be "Love Metronome", right?

"What?"

Laughing at himself, Kasumigaoka Shiyu asked, and her voice was unabashedly cold.

"What, of course it's your "Love Metronome"!"

"What?" The girl seems to have become a question mark, and she will only ask questions.

"Hahaha, I'm already on my way to the little poet's house, let's talk about it when we meet!"

"Wait......"

There was a wicked laugh on the phone, and then the call was ended unilaterally.

Looking at the screen that fell back into darkness, and the glazed eyes of himself above, Kasumigaoka Shiyu raised his hand, first stroked his smooth and fair face without a single blemish, and then stretched out his index finger and thumb and pinched it vigorously.

It's true......

The girl let go of her hand, and there were clear red pinchmarks on her white little face.

But how is this possible?

Really, this woman!

Although reason told her that it was impossible, the girl still grasped the last straw, hoping that it was true. The mood instantly improves, and then you can start to rage at the bad behavior of an unscrupulous editor.

Conscientious at work, constantly encouraging yourself, helping yourself to tap your potential, and taking care of your younger self, Machida Enko is perfect as a senior at work. But the other party occasionally pranks himself as a child, and the nickname "Little Poem" is one of them, despite countless protests, but the other party unilaterally refused.

But! With such important news, this woman still hangs her appetite! It's so damning!

The restless girl unconsciously began to shake her feet irritably. If you want to criticize, some people may say that it is rude if you shake your feet, but if you want to criticize it, you may just open your mouth and not speak, and your saliva will flow uncontrollably.

I got up, opened the door, and walked to the living room. The lights were not turned on, and the light from the bedroom came from behind, stretching the girl's shadow very long.

In the darkness, the black-haired and red-eyed girl stared blankly at the door, one hand on her chest, trying to feel the beating heartbeat.

It's been a long time since she's been released and cold, and she hasn't felt so clearly that she's alive.

Ding dong~

The girl, who had been sitting on the sofa staring intently at the door, rushed over the moment she heard the doorbell.

Opened the door and dragged the woman with an excited face inside.

Although he was treated roughly, and his head fluttered with the girl's swaying, the editor in charge of Kasumigaoka Shiyu, the deputy editor of the Immortal River Library, still did not have the slightest dissatisfaction, and his cyan eyes were full of excitement.

"I'll wait until I change my shoes." Machida Enko said with a smile.

"Hurry up and explain things to me!"

Kasumigaoka Shiwa let go of her hand, took out Miss Machida's slippers from the shoe cabinet, and then stood with her arms crossed and stared at her.

"Xiao Shi's breasts are really so enviable no matter how many times you watch them."

As she bent down to change her shoes, Machida Enko raised her head and looked at the giant object in front of her, which looked even more majestic because she held her hands in front of her chest.

It's too strong, obviously it's just a middle school student.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, and look at your cup without the slightest growth! It's better to work hard and honestly satisfy the writer you are responsible for. ”

"Woo, little poem, it's so hurtful." The calm and steady deputy editor, after changing his shoes, pounced on the author he was responsible for.

"Alright, Machida-sama, it's almost time for you to get down to business, right?"

Stared at by the burgundy eyes of his own author, looking at the pretty face full of anxiety, Machida Enko finally took back the nature that had been released because she was too excited.

Open the briefcase and pull out a file bag.

"I have already brought the contract for the reprinting, and all the previous printing has been sold out today, and 50,000 copies will be printed urgently!"

The document bag in his hand has not yet been opened, Kasumigaoka Shiyu covers his mouth with his right hand, and his burgundy eyes look at his editing in disbelief, and his feet keep retreating.

"If you lie to me, you'll shrink by two numbers at once!"

Talking about bullying his editor, Kasumigaoka Shiyu quickly sorted out his mood and opened the file bag.

Looking at the black and white letters, the pleasing royalties, her confidence finally returned.

"It's too much, little poem!"

As she spoke, Machida Enko had already walked to the refrigerator by herself, took out a bottle of chilled barley tea, and drank it heroically:

"Really, I sent you good news in the middle of the night, and I didn't even give you a glass of water."

Repeatedly confirm the information fed back by the bookstore, count the demand, hold a meeting, determine the contract, and then rush here non-stop.

Compared to the previous few days of leisure, today can make her choke enough.

Fortunately, it was all worth it.

Looking at the black-haired girl with a happy face and constantly confirming the information on the contract, Machida Enko was also very happy.

The genius writer with bottomless literary talent is back. Without disturbing the girl who was immersed in the surprise, she sat quietly on the sofa and drank water.

This apartment is the unused property of Kasumigaoka Shiha's family, and it is now a place for girls to write, so no one comes back to disturb them to enjoy the joy of this success.

"But why is this happening, I ...... until the morning"

It's true, as long as she signs her name, the royalties of 2.5 million will be credited to her account within a week, and even if the tax is deducted, it is not a small amount.

However, what makes Kasumigaoka Shiyu more concerned than this money is the reason for all this.

Who helped her pick up the shattered self-esteem and glue it back to her face, so that she could continue to maintain her pride.

She has always been strong, and she has even quietly prayed to the gods before, as long as she can bring her back to life, no matter who it is, no matter what, she can ......

After praying, she resented her weakness.

But now, it seems that the gods have really come! I started to take off the shelves and pack them one after another in the morning, and those that were about to be returned to the publishing house were all sold out before the evening!?

Isn't this a miracle?

Doubt, joy, disbelief, and the gratitude that will erupt at any time is suppressed in the bottom of the girl's heart, and she doesn't know who to express it to.

I don't know what this complex emotion will become after fermentation.

"I haven't figured out the exact reason, but I learned from the bookstore owner that this buying trend first came from Tokyo's Bunkyo district, and then spread from there.

The first call we received was from the Dongcheng Bookstore next to Dongcheng University, and the club guessed that it was what was going on there. ”

"Dongcheng?"

Chewing on the name, Kasumigaoka Shiha wrote his name on the contract.

"Xiaoshi, let's celebrate, you should have suppressed your hatred for a long time."

After finishing the matter, Machida Enko lifted the plastic bag she brought and said excitedly.

"Can just a few prints turn you on like this?"

With no mercy on his lips, Kasumigaoka Shiyu took the bag with a smile on her face, planning to go to the kitchen to plate those side dishes.

"Cheers!"

Thank you for the monthly pass! It's really full of a thousand, happy. There is also a big guy with a monthly pass to vote for it, and tomorrow will continue to update 10,000 words!

(End of chapter)