The Sealer of the Sword

After Yan Ye muttered something like this in his heart, he turned his head like that and looked at the black cat beside him, but saw the black cat holding the can of coffee in his hands like that, and turned his head away without looking at him.

Yan Ye understands that this time the black cat is not making trouble, but simply being shy because of the words of apology.

but--

"I said, black cat, do you have cervical spondylosis? Or did you have a stiff neck this morning?"

"Eh? What?"

"Otherwise, why do you always like to turn your head?"

"...you're annoying..."

After seeing the black cat, he turned his head like that, although he was still a little embarrassed, but the black cat looked at him like that, even though he had a complaining expression on his face, such as "do you see the atmosphere as a man?" It was... …

Seeing this, Yan Ye smiled like that and said, "However, it's really rare to hear sorry words from the mouth of your arrogant cat."

"Well, that's just... no, that's not right! What is a Tsundere Cat! Don't give other people names!"

"Oh? What's your name?"

"Hush my real name doesn't matter, when my real name is revealed, the world will bring disaster, here-"

"Hey, I got it, I got it, the second cat."

"Everyone said what a middle school cat is!"

Well--

Anyway, in the near future, I don't need to expect to know her real name from this cat's mouth.

And why is the cat apologizing?

It's very simple, because I would be here because this cat invited me out. I also gave myself the money when I was in the refreshment room, and now I also buy the coffee myself.

Eating others' mouths is short and taking others' hands softly.

It's impossible for this girl not to know this, so she finally noticed this after she calmed down.

Yan Ye didn't care about it, but when he saw the cat seemed a little embarrassed about it, Yan Ye wisely changed the subject: "By the way, why did you want to write a novel for 2.1?"

"money."

"...Can't you be a little more reserved as a cat?"

Well--

Even though he said that, Yan Ye could roughly guess it.

After all, if this cat just wants to vent about his secondary illness, then it's fine to write his own collection, and then take it out a few years later as a black history.

Writing a book at this stage, and being so patient and persistent, I have submitted to the Thunder Strike Bunko Newcomer Award for three consecutive years. In addition, the MF and SD Newcomer Awards are also submitted every year. It is impossible to just satisfy myself. Secondary illness is so simple.

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Chapter 1295 I Said To Believe I Can Go To Heaven, Do You Believe?

After all, the second illness is only temporary, and if you persist for so long, there are only two reasons.

The end of middle school, or the evolution to the late middle school form - well, this is a joke.

In fact, it is - to become famous, and then to carry forward his secondary disease to harm more people, or, it is money.

But for Yan Ye's more realistic words just now, the black cat rarely glanced at his mouth like that, and said with a resentful face as if he was talking to himself: "Ha...because my family is very poor...not only It's me, there are two younger sisters at home... It's not like you only have one sister... You can support yourself by working part-time..."

No, no, I don't have to work at all.

And even if you lie on your own sofa all day basking in the sun, you can eat like this for a lifetime.

Do you have 12 or 3 digits in your wallet?

but--

This cat seems to think of herself as a kind of person like her.

Work outside by yourself, and then support your own sister or something - this kind of protagonist setting is more common in novels and games.

But when he thought of what he said like this, he would probably be stared at by the black cat, and then said something like "you goddamn capitalism" with a resentful face, so after thinking about it, Yan Ye decided to Just say nothing.

Yan Ye's silence seemed to be the default in the eyes of the black cat, so after the black cat sighed, he pouted and muttered again: "The royalties of the book are much better than the income of my part-time job, if I can make my debut smoothly , it can also give the family a considerable source of income…”

"Oh? You are very realistic in this kind of place."

"It's not a middle school disease... that kind of thing can still be known."

"Hey, black cat, I'll tell you a joke."

"Ok?"

"A secondary school patient says he is not a secondary school patient."

"...Hit you?"

ooh-

Isn't this kind of atmosphere the kind of sympathy that is common in those novels - ah no, isn't it a plot where the protagonist finds out the heroine's secret that no one knows?

Well, if you can ignore the picture of the raised coffee can in the black cat's hand, it seems to be thrown over at any time.