The creative time that was not enough was even more tight.

Characters and plots, pain and joy, contradictions and conflicts. Kiyomizu feels that the so-called literature is like a bottomless ocean, imprisoning the creator at the bottom of the sea through chains compiled by words.

What awaits him is either to use all his strength to break free and float out of exhaustion, or to be swallowed up by the sea. As for everything outside, after penetrating the deep sea water, they are just phantoms of nothingness.

In this case, Nanami Nishimi also moved the drawing board to the warehouse on the third floor, and began to design the cover according to the parts he had completed.

The rest of the proofreading work can only be handed over to the volunteer Nian Lingna.

Under the pressure of time, the warehouse full of bookshelf on the third floor became quieter, and the Hayami Study on the second floor sounded every day.

"The president, the middleman called and said he wanted to postpone the payment."

"Teacher Aragaki went to the Central Public Opinion News Agency!"

"I can't hold on anymore, everyone, sorry..."

Finally, that day came.

The night after the rain became colder, but the sky seemed clearer, with a few bright stars dotted on the transparent navy blue curtain.

In the warehouse on the third floor, Nanami sat on the floor between bookshelfs. The book in her hand had not turned pages for a long time. She retracted her gaze from the gap in the text, glanced at the same restless Reina Nonian, who was also restless on the opposite side, turned her eyes and looked at Shimizu Toru who was sitting in front of the window and checked for the last time.

The window in front of him was open, and a sound floated in from there.

"…Today, it may be the last day we met the study room as early as possible."

The person who spoke was the president of Hayami Study, and Hayami Katsuki. Even though he had never seen it before, after this period, Nami Nami was familiar with this voice.

After accidentally wrinkling the foot of the book, Nanami looked at Shimizu Tetsu's back. He seemed to have not heard it at all, his eyes quickly passed through the words in front of him, and the speed of turning the pages did not change at all.

Do you want to remind him?

After hesitating for a while, Nanami of Nanami gave up the idea, buckled the book to the ground, and continued to tilt his ears to capture the sound from the downstairs.

"…Faced with this situation, we have seen the study room last until today, because of your efforts. Although this is the result now, as the president, I still have to thank you."

There was no applause, and only the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the cable was responding to him.

"I just contacted the two middlemen, Dongfan and Japanese vendor, but they still had no intention of letting go. The sales expenses that owed us will be postponed until next year."

Perhaps because of my age, the president will always pause for a long time after saying a sentence.

"Although we have tried our best to keep the writers and teachers who have worked with us, most of them have switched to other publishing houses. Even if a few of them are willing to go to the end with us, it is not enough to support the publishing house to operate normally..."

"Because there are not enough manuscripts, the literary magazine we published has been closed for a month. Although fashion magazines have not been greatly affected, we found that the study room is a publishing house mainly for literary publishing. If literature is lost, it will lose its meaning of existence..."

After a while, the president of Hayami continued to speak.

"From the current situation, it is difficult to see hope of turning over if you force yourself to persevere..."

“…So, if you don’t have any objections, Daemi Study will officially stop business from tomorrow… Kishida.”

"yes."

Nanami Nanami recognized that the editor in charge of Shimizu Toru, Kishida Masaaki's voice.

"After the meeting, call and notify the teachers who are willing to go with us until the end... No need, I will visit you in person at that time."

"Okay, I get it."

"By the way, have you arranged the matter between Shimizu-kun?"

Nanami looked at Shimizu Tsuki, who was still not moving, and could only lower his eyes and secretly anxious.

"He..." Kishida Masaming paused, "and still writing upstairs. As for the new book... Since he doesn't want to go to the Fantasy Winter House, I have contacted Literature and Spring and Autumn, and as long as I finish writing, I can publish it immediately."

"Okay, since he has finished writing, I will tell him the magazine business. I have contacted Baodao Club. They are willing to take over. This is worthy of the readers who have always supported us. And you guys..."

President Hayami began his final explanation.

"There is still some cash in the publishing house's account, which is almost enough to pay your resignation fee. As for where to go after you leave... I have greeted several familiar publishing houses. If you want to go, you can go there at any time. It doesn't matter if you don't want to go. Just decide for yourself..."

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Breaking free from the ocean of words, Qingshuiche slowly breathed out and raised his eyes from the page in front of him.

After completing the first draft, I immediately revised, polished, and proofread and corrected it countless times. After investing all my energy, I finally reached the point where I can’t change it.

Free from the constraints of words, he surfaced little by little, and his perception of the outside world gradually returned. The awkward feeling of the brain and the dull pain behind the brain were awakened at the same time. His legs were already numb due to poor blood flow, and even the knuckles that held the pen for a long time were so stiff that it was difficult to move.

Holding the table, Shimizuki struggled to get up, and while shaking, Nanami Nanami helped him stabilize his body.

Having no time to take care of these things, he quickly turned to look at Nanami Nanami: "Downstairs, how are you doing now?"

"It's still time."

"That's good, I finally caught up."

After breathing a long breath, Shimizuki felt that his eyes turned dark and he almost fell down again.

After resting for a while, my brain finally became a little clear. I slowly bent down and picked up the manuscript on the table. Shimizu Tetsu looked at Nanami Nanami and Reina Nonian standing beside me, and smiled: "Since you are ready, then go down."

When I opened the door on the third floor, I felt a cold chill first. The wind also whistled, and it became more and more unscrupulous in the empty streets.

She was still wearing summer clothes, Shimizu Tetsu couldn't help but stop and shivered.

"It's already autumn."

"yes."

Nanami Nanami also sighed. Only Nian Reina was behind him and could not find the opportunity to interrupt.

Following the wind, Shimizuki saw the Tokyo Tower at night. Under the clear and clear ink color as clear as a transparent lake, it shook off other short buildings and rose up alone, stretching to a height flush with the night sky. The red signal light flashed at its top, looking a little higher than the stars around it.

Is this a sign of something?

He no longer had the energy to guess these things anymore, Shimizu Tetsu shook his head, pinched the manuscript in his hand, and said, "Let's go."

He stepped down step by step without looking back.
Chapter completed!