Zongman You Are Contained

"Hey~!"

Like every writer who wishes to be a god of his book, Shiwa Kasumigaoka fantasized about becoming famous when she first wrote her book, but what is better than most people who don't even succeed in publishing it, or who give up after just writing a few hundred words, is that her book is successfully published.

And today is the signing party of her book, but sitting in the corner on the second floor of the bookstore a little far from the stairs, Shiwa Kasumigaoka is not very interested, and the first signing party should make her a new writer very happy.

But sitting at the signing point specially sorted out by the bookstore staff, although Shiha Kasumigaoka had a polite smile on her face, anyone who knew her well could see that her interest was not high at all.

"Kasumi Shiko-sensei! Good luck with your signing! "

The male staff of the bookstore smiled at Kasumigaoka Shiyu and said, although he called his teacher, but Kasumigaoka Shiyu saw his experience of his appearance from the other party's eyes, and more of it was not a little respectful.

"Well, you're in trouble!"

After politely dealing with the staff member, Shiwa Kasumigaoka couldn't help but look at the concrete wall beside her, and then looked at the staff coming and going in the bookstore, this kind of popular place also made her feel a little relieved, at least there are so many people here, the monster should not suddenly appear from the wall and lean out of the wall and drag herself in.

Thinking so, Kasumigaoka Shiyu slightly put away her uneasy mood and paid more attention to the signing meeting in front of her.

When she first wrote a novel, she was like writing a different, unconventional, and outstanding novel, but although the feedback on this book was good, many readers said that she wrote well, but... This kind of applause still made her deeply feel what reality is.

That is, although her books are said to be very well written by readers, the reality is that the sales of her books are completely not even a fraction of those novels that are sprayed garbage, sprayed routines, and sent blades by readers.

Sure enough, readers care not about routines or routines, but about whether they are good or not, all of them are boring.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu couldn't help but think a little self-deprecatingly.

Thinking that I was stubborn because of the name of the novel, I quarreled with the editor, and finally did not listen to the other party's opinion, changed to an attractive name, and still chose this title that sounded very girly.

But Shiwa Kasumigaoka doesn't regret it at all, yes, maybe she can write works that sell better than this book with her writing according to the routine of those modern books, but she is always only a seventeen-year-old girl, she is still an author with dreams, although she will be disappointed that her books are not popular, but she does not write what she does not like for the sake of sales.

Just when Kasumigaoka Shiyu looked out the window a little distracted.

Her editor Machida Wanko sat next to her, looking at the girl next to her with a fragrant cheek looking into the distance, Machida Wanko had to admit that she was definitely the most beautiful author under her hand, obviously a guy who can rely on her appearance to eat, but she has to rely on talent to eat, presumably she should be very popular with boys in school.

It's really envious of this social animal who hasn't married himself off yet!

Every minute of silence for the fact that she had not yet been able to marry herself, Machida Wanko turned her attention to the problematic writer in front of her.

Others can't see that the girl's interest is not high, she can see it.

"What's wrong, Kasumi Shiko-sensei! Are you afraid that no readers will come, and you are thinking about where you will cry your nose after going back? “

Listening to the ridicule of the editor next to her, Shiwa Kasumigaoka couldn't help but tiptoe, but to Machida's surprise, today's Kasumigaoka Shiwa did not scare her.

And asked with an ethereal expression of thinking about life.

"Xiaowanzi, what do you say is the meaning of life?"

"Little... Wanko!? "

Hearing Kasumigaoka Shiwa's stunned name, Machida Wanko looked around suspiciously, making sure that the other party was not called Komaruko, nor was it someone else, and after really calling herself, the corner of her mouth twitched, trying to correct the problem before correcting the problem of which editor's faux pas were called.

"This is a good name for us..."

"Xiaowanzi, do you say that the world we live in is the real world? Human beings have reflected 250,000 years now, and for human history, the last 4,000 years are significant. "

"We develop technology, conquer nature, become the strongest primate on the planet, and think we are at the top of the earth's food chain! But is this really the case!? "

"In ancient times we hid in caves, sat by small fires, feared things we did not understand, gave lightning, tsunamis, volcanoes... Give all kinds of natural disasters god names, call them gods or demons, and pray to them for forgiveness and salvation! "

"And then their numbers dwindled, our common sense increased, we thought we knew the world, we looked at the world rationally, but ... Xiaowanzi, do we really know the world!? "

Eyelids jumped as she listened to Kasumigaoka Shiwa unceremoniously interrupt herself, and then said a lot of strange words about human cognition, Machida Wanko felt that this guy Kasumigaoka Shiwa was playing tricks on her.

However, after seeing her expression that really seemed to be thinking, he gave up this speculation, thought about it, and suddenly looked at Shiyu Kasumigaoka with bright eyes, and didn't care about her title!

"Did Kasumi Shiko-sensei figure it out and prepare to write a popular fantasy novel? Natural disasters, gods and demons, are you going to write about the supernatural, or the otherworld, or the urban surreal..."

Lowering his hand from under his cheek with an indifferent expression, Shiwa Kasumigaoka straightened up and said to his editor in a cold voice.

"Gee! It's really a summer worm! "

“！！"

A big tic-tac-toe appeared on Machida Wanko's forehead, he had just been despised, he was definitely despised! It is clear that she is kind enough to comfort Shiyu Kasumigaoka, but this problem child actually despises her!

Can't stand it!

It's true that with this guy's writing, he can write more best-selling works, but...

Looking at Shiwa Kasumigaoka's somewhat over-looking body and pretty face full of student dreams, completely unaware of Shiwa Kasumigaoka's secret, thinking that she was just complaining that her book was not popular, Machida Wakiko just sighed in the end.

Decided not to count with her, this guy's kind of poisonous mouth can always kill people, and I, Machida Wanko, definitely don't count with this kind of child!

Thinking of this, Machida Wanko said to Kasumigaoka Shiwa unhappily.

"Readers are coming in soon, so please ask our philosopher Kasumi Shiko-sensei to quickly find your status as a writer!"

And with Machida Wanko's words, Kasumigaoka Shiha's gaze couldn't help but look at the staircase, she was still very concerned about the first reader of her novel's book signing.

Soon, a beautiful blonde girl appeared in front of her, a gentle and warm smile, pure and simple with a hint of holy temperament, her first reader in front of her was stunned by Kasumigaoka Shiyu, she didn't seem to expect her first reader to be such a high-quality and somewhat excessive girl.

Who is this girl?

Shiwa Kasumigaoka couldn't help but be a little curious about his first reader.

"Huh... His Royal Highness Joan of Arc!? "

"Oh, it turns out that her name is Joan of Arc, and she is still a foreigner?"

Shiyu Kasumigaoka nodded abruptly, but soon she was stunned, and looked at the girl next to her who didn't know when she had been standing beside her and asked.

"Kato! When were you there!? "

"I*, is there anyone else here!!!??

Machida Wanko on the side was also startled by Megumi Kato, who suddenly made a sound, leaned back, and accidentally fell with the bench.