My Daily Life with Gosara Ayase/my Sister Can't Be Ayase's Little Angel

Ryunosuke let out a light snort: "There are also authors?"

Bupo Chundou who just took a sip of coffee immediately replied:

"This is just a private establishment of several authors in our branch who are interested in it, and chat casually on weekdays."

"That's fine, please let me join the group later."

Bupo Chundou nodded, and began to fetch the phone.

At this time, Ryunosuke suddenly had a feeling of inspiration, or blessing to the soul, or a flash of inspiration.

By the way, this person seems to

He considered how to address it, and then tried to say:

"Student Bupo, which editor are you working with?"

"It's the editor of Feicun, very responsible and serious, and has excellent ability."

Long Zhisuke's eyelids moved when he heard the words, and he immediately had a memory.

Come to think of it, this guy had something to do with me during the summer festival.

Although I apologized very well afterwards,

emm this.

Ryunosuke thought about it, but didn't show it.

He also casually took out his mobile phone, looking like he still had to wait for the invitation message.

In fact, I took advantage of this time to search for Bupo Chundou's works and reviews.

Get a general understanding, and then decide whether the person who was going to make friends can really get to know him.

Later, the group was added successfully.

Bupo Haruto didn't say anything to welcome in the group, but let Ryunosuke do it.

Of course, once you chat in the group, you can't have a good chat with him.

Ryunosuke was pulled into the group and expanded the information channels, so he naturally expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, classmate."

"No, no, it's also my honor to know such a talented writer as you.

It will be more face-saving to talk to readers in the future (I will tweet this evening). "

"Be polite, be polite, I don't dare to be called a genius, it's just a fluke."

"^^ To be able to debut as a high school student is a big success, enough to be called a genius.

This is the Senshou Village Sign of our Thunderbolt Library! "

"Haha, don't dare to compare." Ryunosuke is still very humble, knowing that he is only due to the strength of others and has no capital to be proud of.

But then Bupo Chundou changed the subject: "However, it's actually somewhat impolite to describe it as a genius.

No matter how talented you are, you still need to show it, and it must have been very hard work. "

"um" Ryunosuke nodded, he got up at five o'clock in the morning to type, he was hardworking,

"Indeed, without hard work, everything is a dream, not a long-term solution."

Haruno Fubuha, who had been paying attention to Ryunosuke's genuinely approving and sympathetic reaction, smiled, as if he was really happy.

Well, of course I am a little happy.

It's a cause for celebration when compared to a situation where talent alone beats the hard work of others.

The same is true of Senju Murakami, it can be said that he is obsessed.

It is his belief that hard work should pay off.

Since the other party also needs to work hard, then you can work harder to bridge the gap.

"Then can I ask, how do you usually write?"

"Huh?" Ryunosuke, who was browsing the group casually, was surprised, but seeing his serious look, it was not easy to chat casually.

Well, Ryunosuke just searched for Fupo Haruto's works and looked at the introduction.

I also read about him.

I probably figured it out.

Not many, just three books, but it took a long time, five years, right?

The protagonists of the works are all very decent, not the kind of hippie smiling faces, who will have luck if they don't do their jobs, and then beat the villains by flopping against the sky.

Was his first impression okay?

Ryunosuke thought for a moment, but Bupo Haruto still looked at him seriously.

"This, I don't know where to start at the moment, but I'm also happy to communicate."

"Yes, this question is a bit too general."

Bupo Chundou didn't show disappointment, or a fleeting disappointment, but looked at him apologetically and criticized himself.