After hesitating for a while, Nian Lingna didn't dare to follow the person who was Nanami in Shimi and take a look at the scene behind the bookshelf.

But her inexplicable intuition reminded her that if she turned around and went back now, she might lose something important.

After standing for a while, Nian Lingna made up her mind as if she was angry: Then wait!

But it's really hard to wait like this.

What was Kiyomizu doing? What was the relationship between Nanami Nanami and him? Tempted by these two ideas, Nonian Reina took light steps, pretending to be attracted by the decorations on the bookshelf, and began to move quietly.

The row of bookshelfs approaching the keyboard sound was slightly lighter, but while turning their eyes, as if they were looking around there casually.

Think about what the teacher teaches in acting class, relax and be more natural.

He kept cheering himself up and played the best acting skills he learned. But when he saw Shimizu Tetsu's sight, he couldn't help but shudder and retreated back to the back of the bookshelf.

"Can you be old?"

"Ah...yes!"

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Half a month has passed since I was in seclusion. After recording the already formed ideas in my mind, my writing finally entered a bottleneck period.

The idea that I hadn't had time to sort out was like an unpredictable fog. It took time to wait for it to condense slowly, but now I can only find a way to catch the fog with my bare hands and pinch it into the desired shape as soon as possible. In this way, the difficulty will naturally increase greatly.

After struggling in the mist for a while, Shimizu took a breath and pulled away from her thoughts. He looked for Nanami Nanami to ask about the progress of the proofreading, but unexpectedly saw Nonian Reina who was protruding her head.

"…Miss Shangijing just brought her over and said she was looking for you in Qingshui."

Nanami Nanami's tone was not heard, but Shimizu Toru, whose mind was almost exhausted, also lost his ability to distinguish. He just looked at Nonian Reina, who was sitting on the carpet, lowering her head and silently speaking, suddenly felt that the headache symptoms were intensifying.

"Long time no see."

"Um…"

He glanced at Nanami and saw that she was in a straight posture. She sat in the middle to separate herself from Nonian Rena. Shimizu Tetsu covered the area behind her head that was aching and continued to speak helplessly.

"Is there anything you're asking me for?"

"that…"

She stammered and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"I heard that you are writing here... I just want to come and see... the writing scene..."

The words "Look at you" have been spinning in my chest for a long time, but they have become something else.

He didn't notice Nanami's increasingly cold face, and Shimizu pulled the corners of her mouth.

"You also saw that there are books and paper here... Writing is a very boring thing, and the only thing that brings pleasure is the moment when the manuscript is finished."

"Um…"

"To put it bluntly, there is nothing good to watch, it is not the filming scene of the film and television drama. By the way, school is about to start. Can you come here at this time? "

Reina Nonian shook her head.

"No problem," she paused, and somehow said, "And, Qi Jiansang... isn't he here too?"

"Qi Jian came to help me with proofreading and other work. It wouldn't be possible without her."

"Wouldn't you be without her..."

Repeating this sentence in a low voice, a strange emotion pushed Nian Rena to raise her head, noticed Shimizu Tetsu's surprised eyes, and lowered her eyes timidly, and her voice became a little weaker.

"Since that's the case... I can do it too..."

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At night, the rain fell again, hitting the glass and crackling, making people feel bored.

Staring at the scribbled paper scattered in front of him, Qingshui Cho sighed, put down his pen, and rubbed his dry eyes.

Although the sudden visit of Ri Nian Nian Lingna did not waste much time, the plot that troubled him still did not reveal any clues.

In this case, the more anxious you are, the more you are, the more you can’t figure out your thoughts. Even if you understand this truth, Shimizu Tetsu couldn’t help but force himself to capture the fleeting inspiration.

He sighed again, and there was movement behind him.

"What, do you have a headache again?"

"Ah, a little bit," Shimizu Tetsu turned around and looked at Nanami Nanami holding the book, remembering what he ignored in the morning, "By the way, how is the progress of the proofreading?"

"The existing ones have been proofread."

As he said that, Nanami saw that he picked up a stack of paper from his hand and handed it to him.

"I marked out the omissions with a pen. There are not many in total. Just change it slightly."

"Thanks."

Faced with his gratitude, Nanami smiled, looked away, but said something else.

"If you have a headache... the massage should relieve it, right?"

After a moment of silence, Shimizu Tetsu nodded.

Sitting straight towards the window, a slight breath came from my ears. I don’t know when, suddenly a cold touch fell on my skin, making Qingshuichi tense his body and slowly relax.

As the force gradually softened, the pain behind the head did dissipate a little, and the fatigue accumulated over so many days also surged up.

When his consciousness was blurred, a sound made him sleepless in an instant.

"The girl named Nian Lingna today...is it really cute, right?"

The movement behind her did not stop, as if she just mentioned it casually, but Shimizu Tetsu was not so slow.

"Hmm? Is that?"

"Maybe," Nanami Nanami said in a plain tone, "But that girl... she is very active in helping you, and she looks like a very enthusiastic person."

Without the mood to continue enjoying it, Shimizuki pondered the sentence in his heart.

"Maybe it was because I helped her before. She asked for help, it should be just a reward."

"Hmm? Just a reward?"

Behind her, she didn't agree and seemed to want to continue asking. Shimizu Tetsu had to tighten her nerves and prepare for the response.

However, in a quiet rainy night, a sound that floated in from the window came first.

"Yamada-kun, what do you say about Teacher Sasaki?"

The tone of his voice was gentle and steady. Shimizu Tetsu recognized that he was the president of Hayami Study and Hayami Casino. The teacher Sasaki he mentioned was a well-known writer who provided manuscripts to Hayami Study for many years. It can be said that it is an important pillar for Hayami Study to maintain it to this day.

As for the Yamada-kun, Shimizu Tsuki also knew him. He was a young editor in the thirties of Hayami Study, who was responsible for contacting Mr. Sasaki.

"President, sorry! Xinchao Club has given particularly generous conditions, but I was unable to convince Teacher Sasaki."

After a moment of silence, the president Hayami spoke first.

"At this time, you can't blame you, just do it."

"Sorry!" The Yamada editor's voice sounded more and more ashamed, "President, there is one more thing to bother you."

"What? Oh...resignation..."

"Very sorry!"

It was the silence that was hard to stand in the silence, so I saw the president speak out first.

“Have you decided where to go?”

"…It is also Xinchao Club, which was contacted by Mr. Sasaki. I am still responsible for Mr. Sasaki there."

"It's good to have a place to go. I remember that Yamada-kun's child is less than one year old, right? This makes me feel safe."

"Yes... here at home... I'm so sorry!"

"No need to apologize, Yamada-kun, family is the most important thing. I have accepted the resignation letter. Since I went to Xinchao Club, I have to work hard and take on the responsibility of being a father."

"Yes! President... Then I'll say goodbye."

"Go."

The sound downstairs disappeared here. Even if you stand up and catch it carefully, the monotonous sound of rain will be heard.

In the warehouse on the third floor, Shimizuki looked at a yellow leaf on the tree outside the window. It was blown by the wind and rain, and was shaking and about to fall off.

I suddenly remembered something again and looked back at Nanami, who had already stopped moving.

"Qijian, when did someone resign from his job?"

"I heard Miss Jing say... it was about three days ago."

"It's been three days..."

Kimizuchi sighed, sat down at the table again, picked up the pen, and faced the pile of scattered scribbled paper.
Chapter completed!