Natori and the Passer-by Heroine

"Really, human beings are really magical creatures. Obviously, it's just covered by a piece of bright-colored cloth, and then circled a place. Even a very down-and-out person looks bright."

"...What happened all of a sudden?"

The topic jumps too fast.

"Here, the store manager is still the store manager at that time, when I was still in my second year of high school, when I just became a newcomer writer of 'Fujikawa', I was called to this kind of place for meaningless autograph sessions, It's really ironic."

"...Thinking about it, the scene is quite miserable."

Qianyi is not a person with no social experience. This kind of activity seems to be a representative valued by the editorial department in the eyes of some stunned youths. It's just an attempt to squeeze the power of the writer's fans.

At that time, as a high school student, what kind of mentality did she use to face the situation where a bunch of customers walked by but no one cared about her?

"Yes, it's really bleak. At that time, it even reached the point where the bookstore was cursed to collapse in an earthquake."

"That's too tragic! At least the bookstore is innocent!"

This kind of catastrophic curse does have a bit of Shiwa's style.

"Hey, Asaichi-kun, what kind of thing is a 'sense of accomplishment' to you?"

"...No matter how fast you change the topic, I really can't keep up with it, okay?"

Maybe she didn't think about Qian Yi's answer at all, and she didn't wait for Qian Yi's answer, but continued talking to herself.

Qian Yi suddenly understood, this is what Shi Yu wanted to tell him today.

"For me, and for Xia Shizi, as a writer, what I want most is a sense of identity. At that time, very few people knew the book "Love Metronome". The plot carefully thought out has obviously gone through countless revisions day and night, but in this information age, it is already very difficult to attract others by content, let alone a plain daily romance, so ah, "

Wearing a school uniform, she pulled out her chair, sat there, and looked at him with an expression Qian Yi had never seen before—a look of nostalgia.

"At that moment when I was about to give up this path in despair, that guy, appeared, a guy in a checkered shirt, slacks, black-rimmed glasses, honest rustic haircut, carrying a backpack, from the inside out It looks like a dead house guy appeared in front of me."

"... Lun also?"

Although it was the content of the question, Asahi's tone was filled with regretful affirmation.

"Yes, he didn't realize that I was actually from the same school as him. He excitedly told me how many times he had read my novels over and over again. I have been talking about my thoughts on the plot vigorously there all the time. He dug out all the details I wrote down without leaving any space or omissions. He discovered the feelings hidden behind the words. He even I saw a future I didn't see...!"

She stood up.

"For the first time, I know, that frequency that lurks in my heart."

"For the first time, I was in tune with others."

yes.

Although I don't quite understand how it feels.

However, I always feel that it is timely, Lun Ye.

The icing on the cake is never as useful as a timely gift...is it?

That's too much.

"Why are you still standing still?"

"oh oh."

Before she knew it, Shi Yu had gone far away, she turned her head and called Qian Yi.

"It's time to eat next."

???????

Recently, many coffee shops have a side business of running meal time, even if they only sell some limited dishes, after all, there are not many dishes that match the theme of coffee.

"What do you two need?"

"Lemon black tea, and give me today's recommended grilled rice."

After Qian Yi and the two found a seat by the window and sat down, a waiter came to greet them.

"Okay, what does this lady need?"

"...For her, just black coffee and some spaghetti."

As soon as Qian saw that Shi Yu was just staring out of the window in a daze, she ordered for her, remembering that she didn't have too many requirements for food, but she preferred black coffee as a drink.

After the waiter walks away, Qian Yi looks out through the floor-to-ceiling windows next to it. The special view is only a viaduct, which is the route of the tram. If you are here, you may be able to see the tram.

"Want to see the tram?"

Shallow to strike up a conversation.

"No, no romantic thoughts of that kind."

"...I just said 5 words, how on earth did you make up romance?"

I really don't understand what love-minded people usually think about.

"A stupid man, a man who doesn't understand the style, is referring to you, huh? Asaichi-kun."

It's very rare that Shiyu didn't have too many jokes and vicious tongues all day today, which is represented by her name called Qianyi all day long.

"That's right, if you don't read your novels, don't understand your inner world, and can't inspire your inspiration, then there is no common frequency, and there is no way to have a common language."

Qian replied in a neutral manner.