Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The owner of the leg changed his position and put his right leg on his left leg. The overlap of the two legs slightly reveals the dark area in the middle, which is mysterious and alluring.

But the owner obviously didn't pay attention, he just kept shaking his calves in annoyance, and the slippers hanging on the toes swayed.

The white slippers and the black feet formed a sharp contrast, making the beautiful legs with a faint glow under the white light look even more attractive.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Kasumigaoka Shiyu's forehead, and she stared at the document on the red notebook in front of her. There was a line written on it:

Love Metronome·Volume 2

Although he has written a complete outline up to the last chapter of the fifth volume, facing this novel that the publishing house has privately stated that it will be cut in half in the third volume, Kasumigaoka Shiyu really cannot convince himself to continue writing it.

Writing this kind of garbage that no one likes is a waste of time and life. Even if it is printed, it is just a waste of resources and pollution. Why are you waiting for the third volume? It’s better not to release the second volume at all. Save your precious life to do something you love, and then end this miserable life peacefully.

Her magnificent burgundy eyes were supposed to be thrilling, but at this moment they were full of pain. Her slender fingers were grabbing the hair on top of her head, and the astonishing amount of long black hair was rubbed into a mess by her. Fortunately, I didn't let a certain person with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder see it, otherwise I would have to help her sort it out again.

Kasumigaoka, are you really done here?

The girl's fingers were holding her hair so hard that her knuckles became more obvious, and a lot of her black hair was torn out.

The joy that the work was valued by the publishing house, the satisfaction of winning the Best Newcomer Award, but the lack of interest after it was put on the shelves and the decision to cut the sequel in half...

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

What Kasumigaoka Shiyu couldn't accept was not the dismal results, but that he was only at this level.

Her father runs a small company, and although the family does not say that there is too much money to spend, she does not need to struggle on her own.

The reason why she embarked on the path of writing was just to prove her own strength.

Even though she was always ranked first in academic performance and helped write scripts for the school's drama club, and was called a talented woman by people around her, 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 the TV station for a long time, and a talented girl from a public middle school is nothing at all.

She Kasumigaoka Shiyu doesn't want to prove to anyone, she just wants to tell herself that she can do better!

Failed, failed miserably.

The novel based on myself, which used all my current writing skills, was cruelly rejected by the market.

Kasumigaoka Shiu would not say that readers are too poor to understand his own books. They are originally novels written for the market.

She has a clear understanding of herself, has no interest in others, is gloomy and stubborn, and is not good at interpersonal communication. How could she write such delightful works from the bottom of her heart?

This novel, "Metronome of Love", can be said that except for the heroine who was written based on her and she poured a little emotion into it, the rest are all writing techniques designed to manipulate the readers' emotions.

Before publishing the book, I was very confident, thinking that all the stupid otakus would be immersed in the emotional whirlpool I had made up.

Reality gave her a heavy punch, shattering Kasumigaoka Shiyu's pride and pride to the ground.

Although the editor, Ms. Machida Enoko, tried hard to conceal the news that the publishing house planned to cut off "Love Metronome" in half, she still encouraged herself and said that her writing talent was still bottomless, such as deceiving children.

But Kasumigaoka Shiyu knew that she was so strong that she could no longer straighten her swan-like neck this time and raised her head proudly.

Along with the novel that no one cared about, her pride was also removed from the shelves.

He removed his hands from his head, and a few strands of black hair fell down.

Feeling the restraint of the black stockings on her thighs, the suppressed emotion in the girl's heart seemed to find its way to the incline, and she tore hard until the stockings were all in pieces and her snow-white thighs were completely exposed.

The slippers were also thrown aside, and her delicate bare feet stepped on the carpet patterned with Piet Mondrian plaid.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu raised her cup and took a sip of water, took a deep breath, and slowly placed her hands on the keyboard with a slight tremor.

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

Pulling up the outline and looking at what he had spent countless days and months writing, Kasumigaoka Shiyu's eyes felt unwillingness, pain, and a hint of hatred. If she hadn't written this novel, maybe she could have continued to live in that small circle, hypocritically maintaining that ridiculous strength.

Just write it, even 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 make corrections.

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

The cell phone rang suddenly, startling the girl.

Picking up the phone, it was Ms. Machida.

Are you here to give me a "death notice"?

Kasumigaoka Shiyu remembered that today was the day when all her books were taken off the shelves. Now, most of those books written "by Kasumi Shiko" should have been returned to the publisher's warehouse, right?

Imagining the boxes of his novels stacked in the publisher's warehouse, waiting for an unknown fate, even though the royalties had already been collected, Kasumigaoka Shiyu still felt heartbroken.

For "Metronome of Love" and for myself.

If the girls in school who have been jealous of her behind her back find out, they will have a new weapon to attack her.

Although she is completely uninterested in others, it is based on her pride and the fact that she is better than others.

Now……

Suppressing his heavy heart, taking two deep breaths to calm down his emotions, Kasumigaoka Shiyu pressed the answer button.

"Little poem!"

Before I could say hello, a cry of surprise that I couldn't suppress came from my phone.

"Huh? What's wrong, Ms. Machida?"

Is Deputy Editor Machida so happy that my book has been removed from the shelves?

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 of it.

"All sold out!!!" The woman on the other side of the phone continued to scream. I really admire her for being able to say such words in such a high voice.

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

"What?"

After laughing at himself, Kasumigaoka Shiyu asked, his voice unabashedly cold.

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

"What?" The girl seemed to have turned into a little question mark, and could only ask questions.

"Hahaha, I'm already on my way to Xiaoshi's house. Let's talk about it when we meet!"

"etc……"

There was a smirk from the other side of the phone, and then the call was ended unilaterally.

Looking at the screen that had fallen back into darkness, and the self with dull eyes on it, Kasumigaoka Shiyu raised her hand, first touched her smooth, fair and flawless face, and then stretched out her index finger and thumb to pinch hard.

it is true……

The girl let go of her hand, and there were clear red pinch marks on her fair face.

But how is this possible?

Really, this woman!

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

She fulfills her duties at work, constantly encourages herself, helps herself tap into her potential, and takes care of her younger self. As a senior at work, Machida Eonko is perfect. However, the other party would occasionally treat him like a child to play pranks, and his nickname "Little Shi" was one of them. Despite countless protests, he was unilaterally rejected by the other party.

But! This woman actually wanted to whet her appetite for such important news! How abominable!

The restless girl unconsciously began to shake her feet in annoyance. For ordinary people, if you shake your feet, some people might say it's impolite, but looking at those plump thighs that are undulating due to the shaking, if you want to criticize, you may not be able to control your saliva as soon as you open your mouth and haven't spoken yet. Flow down.

He stood up, opened the door, and walked to the living room. The light was not turned on, and the light from the bedroom came from behind, making the girl's shadow very long.

In the darkness, the girl with black hair and red eyes stared blankly at the door, putting a hand on her chest, trying to feel the violently beating heartbeat.

Ever since the release of the novel was met with failure, it had been a long time since she felt so clearly that she was alive.

Ding dong~

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

He opened the door and pulled the excited woman in.

Although he was treated roughly and his bob was fluttering with the girl's shaking, the editor-in-chief of Kasumigaoka Shiyu and the deputy editor-in-chief of the Immortal River Library still showed no dissatisfaction at all, and his blue eyes were full of excitement.

"Wait for me to change my shoes first." Machida Enzi said with a smile.

"Hurry up and explain things clearly to me!"

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

"Xiao Shi's breasts are so enviable no matter how many times I see them."

When bending down to change her shoes, Machida Enzi raised her head and looked at the giant thing in front of her that looked even more majestic because she had her hands clasped in front of her chest.

Too strong, he's obviously just a junior high school student.

"Stop talking so much nonsense, your cup won't grow at all! It's better to work hard and satisfy yourself as a responsible writer."

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

"Okay, Miss Machida, it's almost time for you to get down to business, right?"

Being stared at by her author's burgundy eyes and looking at the pretty face full of anxiety, Machida Enzi finally took back the nature that was released due to excessive excitement.

Open the briefcase and pull out a document bag.

"I have brought the contract for additional printing. All the previously printed copies have been sold out today. We need to urgently print an additional 50,000 copies!"

The document bag she was holding in her hand had not yet been opened. Kasumigaoka Shiyu covered her mouth with her right hand. Her burgundy eyes looked at her editor in disbelief, and she kept stepping back.

"If you lie to me, your cup will be reduced by two numbers immediately!"

Saying something about bullying her editor, Kasumigaoka Shiyu quickly put herself in order and opened the document bag.

Looking at the black and white words on the paper and the pleasing royalties, her confidence finally returned.

"That's too much, Xiaoshi!"

As she spoke, Machida Enzi walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of iced barley tea, and drank it boldly:

"Really, I brought you good news in the middle of the night, without even giving you a glass of water."

Repeatedly confirm the information fed back by the bookstore, collect demand statistics, hold meetings, confirm the contract, and then rush here non-stop.

Compared with the leisurely days before, she was quite tired today.

Fortunately, everything is worth it.

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

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

This apartment is an unused property of Kasumigaoka Shiu's family. It is now a place specially used by girls to write, so no one will come back to disturb them from enjoying the joy of success.

"But why is this happening? It's obviously not until morning..."

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

However, what worried Kasumigaoka Shiyu more than the money was the reason that caused all this.

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

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

After praying, she resented her weak behavior.

But now, it seems that the gods have really arrived! The novels that were being taken off the shelves and boxed up in the morning and were about to be returned to the publishing house were all sold out before evening! ?

Isn't this a miracle?

Doubt, joy, disbelief, and gratitude that was ready to burst out at any time were suppressed in the girl's heart, and she didn't know who to express it to.

I don’t know what this kind of complex emotion will become after fermentation.

"The specific reason is not clear yet, but I just learned from the bookstore owner that this buying trend first came from Bunkyo District in Tokyo, and then spread from there.

The first call we received requesting supplies was from the Dongcheng Bookstore next to Dongcheng University. The club speculated that what happened there. "

"Dongcheng?"

Chewing on the name, Kasumigaoka Shiyu wrote her name on the contract.

"Xiao Shi, come and celebrate. You must have suppressed your hatred for a long time."

After getting down to business, Machida Enko picked up the plastic bag she brought and said excitedly.

"Can just a little printing make you so excited?"

Speaking without mercy, Kasumigaoka Shiyu took the bag with a smile and planned to go to the kitchen to plate the side dishes.

"cheers!"

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