Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

She did notice his thoughtful expression just now.

"The chat is over."

Watanabe Yu opened the document, and in his mind it was like turning the pages of a book, and he opened to the first sentence of "Kafka on the Shore".

"went well?"

There was a hint of concern in Hamabe Ryoko's eyes.

“…It went pretty smoothly.”

Watanabe Yu answered in the affirmative and then typed out the first paragraph of "Kafka on the Shore".

[“So, the money problem is finally solved?” said the boy named Crow. His tone was still somewhat slow as usual, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep, and his lip muscles were clumsy and unable to move freely. But that was only an appearance, in fact, he had woken up completely, just like usual.]

"That's good."

Hearing this, Hamabe Ryoko breathed a sigh of relief and continued to peel the apple.

Circles of apple peel fell into the paper box on the square table.

She looked at Watanabe Yu who had already entered the working state, hesitated for a moment, picked up the cut apple, stood up and went to the kitchen, then cut the apple into smaller pieces and put them in the fruit plate.

"You, do you have any toothpicks at home?"

Ryoko Hamabe put down the fruit plate and started searching on the counter where various seasonings were placed.

If he uses a toothpick, he won't get his hands dirty.

"Yes, it's next to the can of chili peppers."

In addition to toothpicks, he even prepared dental floss, but he didn't put it in the kitchen.

“…Oh, I see!”

Ryoko Hamabe picked up the plastic bottle containing toothpicks, poured out a few toothpicks from it, and inserted them into the cut apples.

This way, he doesn't have to get his hands dirty!

Thinking of this, she picked up the plate and returned to the small square table.

"apple."

She gently placed the plate within his reach.

"Thank you."

Watanabe Yu thanked him sincerely.

"By the way, Ryoko, don't you have a shift today?"

He stopped typing, picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick and put it into his mouth.

"Yeah, I don't have a shift until tomorrow."

Hamabe Ryoko's slightly cold voice was like cotton candy, soft and sticky.

She leaned on the small square table, holding her fair chin with her left hand, and looked at him openly.

"How about going out for a walk this afternoon? Relax a little."

He made a suggestion.

"...Well, I don't really feel like moving. It's so hot today."

For her, now is the best time to relax.

Of course, she also has her own little selfish desires.

She thought, isn't this kind of getting along just being alone? If she spends more time with him, the time she and he spend alone will naturally increase.

"alright."

Watanabe Yu did not insist, put down the toothpick, and put his hands back on the laptop keyboard.

"By the way, have you started writing the next book?"

"Yes, but the style may be different from before."

"Norwegian Wood" and "Kafka on the Shore" are not novels of the same type, and their styles can be said to be very different.

"Isn't this good? It proves that you are making progress."

Hamabe Ryoko echoed.

She felt as if her eyes were glued to him and she couldn't move them away.

"Then I'll start working."

Watanabe Yu didn't care about her gaze. It wouldn't hurt to be stared at a few times.

"hai~"

Hamabe Ryoko nodded slightly and fell silent.

Da da da.

With the sound of typing on the laptop keyboard, lines of text appeared in the document.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the typing of the laptop keyboard and the sound of the electric fan blades turning.

Time just flies by.

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed.

Watanabe Yu stopped what he was doing, stretched, and then moved his shoulders slightly.

He hadn't typed at this intense a pace for some time.

At first, he thought his typing speed would be affected, but in actual fact, his typing speed did not slow down.

Thanks to the training results during this period and the strengthening of motor nerves (primary), his speed even increased a little.

"...Yuu, is this how you usually write?"

Seeing that Watanabe Yu had relaxed and had no intention of starting work again in the short term, Hamabe Ryoko took the initiative to start the conversation.

But unlike before, her eyes were full of shock.

"Yes."

Watanabe Yu turned his head, met Hamabe Ryoko's gaze, and nodded.

"Aren't you... stuck because your train of thought is disjointed?"

Ryoko Hamabe recalled an interview she had seen before and asked this question.

Based on that interview program, she had always believed that an author needs to polish a book slowly, and sometimes even revise it over and over again because he is not satisfied with a certain paragraph or sentence.

Anyway, it all comes down to one sentence: writing efficiency is not high.

But today, Watanabe Yu's writing speed can only be said to be completely different from the so-called "not high", which completely refreshed her understanding of the author's writing speed.

Just by looking at it, she was dumbfounded.

"Uh, no."

Watanabe Yu shook his head.

With the combination of being well-informed and having a strong memory (intermediate) + strengthening the body (elementary), it is difficult for him to have such moments.

He was like a reader borrowing books from a bookshelf. After he had chosen the book he wanted to read, he simply pulled it out, turned the pages, and what came into his eyes was the intact content.

How could it get stuck if you copy it one to one like this?

The only thing that can limit him is his hand speed.

"……sharp!"

Ryoko Hamabe was silent for a moment, then squeezed out these two words.

She really couldn't find a more suitable adjective.

"Then, Yuu."

"Ok?"

"Can you tell me a little bit about her?"

She raised her eyebrows, and his face was reflected in her bright eyes.

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Chapter 93 Can you tell me about her? (The end)

Ever since she learned of the existence of the 'Fallen Saint', Hamabe Ryoko has been feeling complicated.

Firstly, she wanted to know about the 'fallen saint'.

Secondly, she could tell from the tone of his voice when he was telling the story that he had a good relationship with the 'fallen saint', or in other words, it was better than her relationship with him.

Therefore, she was eager to obtain information about the 'Fell Saint'.

But she didn't find the right opportunity, so it has been put on hold until now.

Bringing it up casually right now is probably a good opportunity.

"……who?"

Watanabe Yu didn't get what she meant for a moment.

"'The Saint in Distress'."

She uttered these four words softly.

"Why did you suddenly think of talking about this?"

Watanabe Yu was a little confused. The topic jumped too fast.

"It's just a hobby, just an interest."

Hamabe Ryoko gave a half-truthful answer.

The interest is real, but it is not just simple 'interest'.

She wanted to know what kind of person the 'Fallen Saint' was, how she knew You, what happened between them, and what stage the matter had reached.

The last two points are particularly important.

Only by understanding your opponent can you formulate a strategy.

"So, what do you want to know about her?"

As usual, Watanabe Yuichi saved the document first, then took out a USB drive to make a backup copy.

"Please elaborate so that I can have an idea for the narrative."

He raised his eyes and met her curious gaze.

"I want to know everything I can know."

Hamabe Ryoko blinked.

She knew very well that she absolutely could not hide anything at this moment and had to be honest. Any euphemism would make the atmosphere wrong and deviate from the category of "gossip" and "small talk".

"Give me a moment to organize my words?"

"Ah."

"But are you sure? It might take some time to tell you everything."

Watanabe Yu thought about it and asked.

He had no intention of hiding anything, or rather, what happened between him and the Saint Lady was not shameful.

"I'd love to hear it!"

There was no way she would let go of this opportunity to 'get to know her opponent'.

"So, let's start by getting to know each other?"

Watanabe Yu asked.