Summary: I, Lord Demon King, refuse to put rot!

Chapter 10: Shiwa Kasumigaokaoka, do you want me to help you? （4/10）

When I came out of the shock library, it was almost three o’clock.

Xu Fan secretly said badly, the delay here is too long, and he is about to miss his part-time job.

Hurriedly ran to the subway station and rushed towards McDonald’s.

Three fifty-seven.

Xu Fan successfully arrived at the store.

There was no time to say hello to my colleagues, so I ran straight to the dressing room.

Neon people have a strong sense of time, and there is no warmth.

Especially in a place like McDonald’s, where most of them are short-term workers, no one will take their time off because of you.

If you are one minute late, you will also be reported to the store manager.

Four o’clock sharp.

Xu Fan put on his overalls and stood in front of the cash register, and after handing over the shift, he skillfully received the guests.

“Welcome, what would you like to order?”

“General’s burger and spicy chicken wings are yes, okay, already ordered for you.”

“Customer, the red bean pie in our store is a discount item this week, only 100 yen, okay, add another red bean pie.”

“This is your pickup number, please wait.”

The shop is busy from four to six o’clock.

It wasn’t until after six o’clock that Xu Fan was a little idle.

Chiho Sasaki next to him also secretly chatted with him and asked, “Brother Xu Fan, don’t you usually arrive at half past three, why did you come so late today?” ”

“Didn’t I tell you the other day that I submitted a manuscript to the publishing house, and I went to meet the editor today.”

“Really!”

“Brother Xu Fan, does that mean that the novel you wrote is about to be published? Are you going to become a great writer? ”

Chiho Sasaki’s eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

The reliable predecessor she liked had become a famous writer, which made her feel a little unreal.

However, deep down, Sasaki Chiho is still very happy for Xu Fan.

“What kind of great writer, even if it is published, no one may buy it.”

Sasaki Chiho shook his head like a rattle and said, “How come, the little note written by Xu Fange is very good-looking, I like it very much.” ”

“Don’t worry, Brother Xu Fan, I will recommend it for you in the class!”

Xu Fan smiled and rubbed Sasaki Chiho’s head, “Then I can thank you a lot, Xiaoqian.” ”

“Hate, Brother Xu Fan.”

Chiho Sasaki said with some grievances: “Don’t always treat people as children, I will turn eighteen in a few months!” ”

Xu Fan smiled heartily: “Haha, when you are eighteen, I will give you an adult gift.” ”

“Really?” Chiho Sasaki looked at Xu Fan in surprise.

Xu Fan nodded: “Of course, do you have anything you want?” ”

“As long as it is sent by Brother Xu Fan, I like everything.”

Chiho Sasaki clenched his fists happily, feeling that his relationship with Xu Fan was one step closer.

…

Seven o’clock in the evening.

A familiar customer came to the shop, Shiwa Kasumigaokaoka.

Today’s Kasumigaoka Shiyu, with wet hair and a somewhat loose coat on her body, covering her carnal figure, looks like she should have just taken a bath.

There is always a trace of sadness on his face, which makes people look like I see pity.

“Hello, do you have time?”

Before Xu Fan could speak, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu spoke.

There was also a hint of crying in the voice, which sounded as if he had just cried.

“Xiaoqian, you help me see it for a while first.”

Sasaki Chiho looked at Kasumigaoka Shiyu, and although he was a little reluctant, he still nodded: “Okay, Brother Xu Fan.” ”

Xu Fan took Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu to the empty table on the side.

Asked, “What’s wrong, Kasumigaoka writer.” ”

Kasumigaoka Shiyu’s expression became more and more gloomy: “Don’t call me a writer, I don’t deserve this name.” ”

“Sir, please tell me truthfully, is the love metronome really a good light novel in your heart?”

Since receiving Xu Fan’s encouragement last time, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu’s confidence has greatly increased.

Even the second volume of writing the love metronome became more attentive, and I felt that there must be people like Xu Fan who silently liked their love metronome.

But just in the afternoon, she received a desperate message from the machida editor.

Due to poor sales results, love metronomes may be cut off.

Shiyu Kasumigaoka was really hard to accept this blow, but the love metronome was written word by word after countless days and nights of hard work.

Perseverance in the cold winter night, hard work in the hot summer.

At this moment, they all turned into grievances.

Shiyu Kasumigaoka didn’t want to shed tears, but tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at Xu Fan: “Sir, my love metronome, is it really bad?” ”

Xu Fan looked at Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu’s appearance and was speechless for a long time.

Is “Love Metronome” a good work?

Xu Fan thinks it is.

The gorgeous rhetoric, the vivid plot, and the distinct character characteristics are a good work in every way you look at it.

But,

Love Metronome is not a very good light novel.

The protracted narrative, cumbersome text, and the slow plot with a very insufficient sense of impact doom “Love Metronome” will not have too many audiences.

“It turns out that really… Very poor. ”

Seeing Xu Fan silent, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu lowered his head, and the last light in his eyes disappeared.

Xu Fan can actually lie

But he didn’t want to deceive the girl in front of him.

Only those who have really written know the taste of countless tormented late nights, and know the torture of begging for a word.

“Do you want to turn the Love Metronome into a real light novel?”

Xu Fan looked at the girl in front of him.

Shiwa Kasumigaoka raised her head and crossed her gaze.

Xu Fan spoke again: “I can help you.” ”

“Do you want me to help you?”

For some reason, Shiyu nodded very quickly, she may feel that this person in front of her can really help herself, or maybe she just wants to find an excuse not to give up.

Even if the other party is just one of their own readers, even if the other party is stepping into the writing line because of themselves.

“Well, I think.”