Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

This is really not a rational decision.

"…What's wrong with you?"

The old butler realized that there was something wrong with Amamiya Ayana's expression.

"Has the media reported this incident? If so, how did they report it?"

Ayana Amamiya put down her fork and took out her cell phone. She was already thinking about how to clean up the mess for Mr. Troll.

"Are you talking about the beating of Teppei Amamiya or the Naoki Award?"

"former."

“No one reported this.”

"nobody?"

Amemiya Ayana frowned.

She instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"The media present here all work for Akiba Broadcasting Co., Ltd."

The old butler lowered his voice and spoke very bluntly.

"……All right."

Amemiya Ayana breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.

"But this matter is not over yet. Next, pay more attention to Teppei Amamiya's contact with the media."

She added another sentence.

Teppei Amemiya is a typical "hypocrite". This statement was introduced to her by Mr. Troll. She can only say that it is very vivid.

If you want to guard against such people, you must be fully prepared.

"Ok."

The old butler nodded and agreed.

"That……"

Buzz. Buzz.

Suddenly, Amamiya Ayana's cell phone rang.

After taking a look at the caller, she glanced at the old butler, who nodded slightly in understanding, turned around and left the restaurant, standing guard at the door.

"Hey."

The Saint Lady answered the phone, her voice as indifferent as ever.

"You don't even have a name for me? You're becoming more and more indifferent, Ayana."

Beichen Ichiro, who was holding the phone, sighed, and there was a hint of helplessness visible on his face.

"Understand, this is what we, the Frost Saint, are like."

She blurted out the answer.

But the next second, she regretted it, thinking that she had spoken out of turn!

It's all your fault, Mr. Troll!

"Frost Saint?"

Beichen Ichiro was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what his niece meant.

"Nothing, just a joke between young people."

Amemiya Ayana's voice was still indifferent, but her pretty little face was tinged with a light pink.

"I see. I'm an old man." Beichen Ichiro said self-deprecatingly, and then changed the subject, "I'm here to give you good news. Watanabe vented your anger yesterday."

"Oh?"

Amemiya Ayana did not rush to say that she already knew about this, but instead put on a tone of listening attentively.

The version heard from the old butler was relatively brief, while the version heard from Beichen Ichiro was obviously much more detailed.

After all, the latter was on the scene.

"It can be said that he risked his life for his beloved yesterday."

Beichen Ichiro organized his words and began to narrate the story at a leisurely pace.

"The situation is like this..."

He spoke in great detail, basically explaining the whole ins and outs of the incident.

However, the more she listened to her uncle describe the specific situation at that time, the gentler the look in Amamiya Ayana's eyes became.

'Have some confidence in your backers, okay?'

Stupid!

She lowered her eyebrows and muttered something in her heart.

She suddenly had an idea to put aside her work here and go to see him without stopping.

As for what to say after the meeting, she hadn't thought about it yet, nor did she intend to think about it any further.

But she was certain of one thing.

She wanted to give him a big hug.

——If Mr. Troll had no plans for today, she would even like to transform into a koala and hang on him.

"Especially that slap, tut tut tut, it just silenced the little bastard's anger, and even made him look clear."

On the phone, Beichen Ichiro was still chattering, and his tone was becoming more and more excited.

"I even drew a force analysis diagram. Watanabe is really good at it. The strength and angle of that slap were very accurate. It can be said to be textbook-level."

As he spoke, he walked over to a small blackboard with a simple force analysis diagram drawn on it.

"Later, I asked my bodyguard, and he said that slap was a typical example of using 80% strength to achieve the desired effect."

After taking a look at the force analysis diagram, he sighed.

"What a pity, that little bastard flinched after just one slap. If he had been more irritable, Watanabe might have hit him again."

He could imagine that scene.

Tsk tsk tsk, if only I could give you one more slap.

Given that little bastard's personality, if he gets slapped again, he won't be able to sleep this week.

As long as I close my eyes, I will hear Watanabe Yu slapping me twice.

"They didn't make things difficult for You, did they?"

Amamiya Ayana asked in a low voice.

"They don't dare."

Beichen Ichiro answered without thinking, his tone calm and confident.

"Thank you, uncle."

The Saint Lady thanked her.

"What did you say to your uncle to thank you?"

Beichen Ichiro raised his head and looked at the incandescent light above his head.

"…This is what an uncle should do."

He was just making it up.

"If you want to thank someone, you should thank Watanabe."

He added leisurely.

"Ah."

Amamiya Ayana responded.

I will thank you in person.

My Mr. Patron.

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Chapter 136 It's Not a Coincidence

Maybe it’s just like the saying goes, after settling down, we will meet at the top.

The news that "Norwegian Wood" won the Naoki Prize spread across the Internet like the wind.

The previous book recommendation posts that were trying to plagiarize "Norwegian Wood" suddenly became quiet, and the administrators of the major book recommendation forums also did what they were supposed to do, performing traditional skills as required and passing on the blame as required.

This actually made the passers-by who were originally neutral and watching the scene feel happy.

As for the fans of "Norwegian Wood", they are undoubtedly the winners in this debate.

Naoki Shang's three clear words gave a hard slap in the face to those who were stubborn.

At this moment, facts speak louder than words, and victory belongs to the fans of "Norwegian Wood"!

The sales of "Norwegian Wood" also reached a new level as a result.

In the three days after winning the Naoki Prize, the 300,000 copies of the fifth print run were sold out as if the accelerator key had been pressed.

The sixth edition of "Norwegian Wood" was immediately put on the bookshelf.

However, what is different from previous batches is that this batch of printing also comes with a collector's hardcover edition that costs 2.5 times more, totaling about copies.

What was surprising was that the hardcover edition of this part was only on the shelves for one day and was sold out the next day.

The Naoki Award was like a timely east wind, bringing "Norwegian Wood" into the eyes of more people.

At the same time, the author 'Watanabe' also became famous.

The figure wearing a well-fitting suit, facing the camera naturally and generously, with extraordinary conversation and a relaxed and easy manner, was seen by countless people and attracted the attention of a large number of passers-by.

And at this ingenious moment, Watanabe's previous reply to the reader's letter was also "accidentally" exposed in the forum and appeared in the field of vision of most people.

As a result, the image of "Watanabe" became more and more complete, and those letters were spontaneously reposted by many people.

Naturally, 'Watanabe' gained the favor of passers-by again.

A number of new fans also flocked to the forum of "Norwegian Wood".

But everything has its good and bad sides.

Many readers have started posting to mock themselves, saying that their admiration for Mr. Watanabe has actually deteriorated and been mixed with some inexplicable things.

What's more, some people were willing to pay a high price to buy the contact information of Mr. Watanabe, and the mailbox of Akiba Bookstore was overwhelmed.

But for Watanabe Yu, no matter how overwhelming the online flood is, it cannot change the fact that he needs to calm down after his morning exercise intensity increases.

"Are you really not tired at all, Ryoko?"

Watanabe Yu turned his head and looked at Hamabe Ryoko, whose breathing was natural and only had a little sweat on her forehead.

The loose sports jacket wrapped around her beautiful snow-girl-like figure, but the faint floral scent on her body was not affected and drifted out.

They had just finished their morning exercise and were on their way home.

"Fortunately."

Ryoko Hamabe raised her hands and did simple arm stretches.

The long white arms were inexplicably eye-catching at this moment.

"You, don't look at me like this, I also participated in sports clubs." Hamabe Ryoko turned her head and met Watanabe You's eyes, "When I was in junior high school, I was the main player of the track and field club, although it was only for one semester."

"……I see."

It’s good that you are a sports student.