On the road leading to the south gate of Waseda University, there were only two cars that could barely pass by, and were crowded with crowds of people.

The students of Waseda's school and the residents nearby cannot infer from their appearance that the tourists from the country were from. The languages ​​of different voices were mixed together, creating a temperature that was no less than midsummer on this late autumn morning.

Being in it, Shimizu Tetsu took a picture of the scene in front of her with a camera hanging on her chest, and then held Nanami Nanami next to her again.

The warm touch like jade made him unable to help but exert a little force, which caused Nanami, who was looking at the roadside shop, to look over.

"Qingshui?"

"Sorry, I'm a little...not adapted to this situation."

"So Shimizu, you are such a person," Nanami suddenly tilted her head slightly and dragged her voice. She was about to continue speaking, but then someone apologized and walked through the gaps of the crowd, making her unable to help but lean towards Shimizu Tetsu, with half of her body pressing against his arm.

The soft feeling was fleeting before I could taste it carefully, which made Qumizuchi feel regretful and had to find a way to hide his stiff movements just now.

"What's wrong with someone like me?"

"Nothing," Qi saw that Nanami had retreated to her original place, tied up her long hair on her ears, and stood on tiptoe to watch the movement speed at the front of the team. At the moment she put down her heel, she suddenly said softly: "Actually, I am too..."

Before Shimizuchi could react, she seemed to be covering up something and hurriedly raised a question.

“Did there be so many people last year?”

"Last year..." Kiyomizu recalled, "I was rushing to submit the manuscript to Kishida Sang at that time, but I didn't have time to participate, so I didn't know."

"What about it usually?"

"I usually stay at the Toyama campus in the south. Although I am only separated from the headquarters by Waseda Street, I have already two unrelated worlds in my heart. By the way, we call Waseda Street privately and the Waseda Galaxy."

"Does Waseda Milky Waseda?"

Somewhere that hit her laughter, Nanami bent her eyes and covered her mouth. She finally calmed down for a while under Shimizu Tetsu's doubtful eyes.

"Sorry, sorry...haha, Waseda Galaxy..."

She couldn't help but bent down again, but the shutter sound of the camera in Shimizu Tetsu's hand rang out one step ahead of her laughter.

"Well, this may be used as writing material."

He glared at him half annoyedly, and saw Nanami use her hands to create a breeze that cooled her cheeks, and after finishing the bangs that spread on her forehead, he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Shimizu, have you decided what to write a new book?"

"I haven't thought about it yet..."

When Shimizu Tetsu sighed when he mentioned this.

Since the completion of the manuscript of "The Legend of the Boat", he has been thinking about this issue and has also produced several inspirations like winning the prize.

But literary creation is not something that can be accomplished by inspiration alone. The direction of the plot, the relationship between characters, and the rhythm of reading. Only by combining various factors can the whole book be formed.

Relying on the sparks of inspiration in an instant, when my mind starts to create, I will soon encounter a bottleneck that is difficult to break through. Shimizu Tetsu was deeply touched by this.

So after repeated consideration, I was unable to pick out the one that satisfies me from the few ideas that had already been in the prototype. The creation plan for the new book was delayed again and again. However, since I couldn't think of it, it would be better to ask the people around me for their opinions.

"Maybe some thoughts, if you see you, why don't you help me judge."

Nanami nodded gently, "Yes."

"One is a story related to rain. A high school student who aims to make shoes as his career. He met a strange woman drinking beer in Shinjuku Gyoen on a rainy day. The other is a story about the male and female protagonists of high school students who wake up and find that they have soul exchanges. The last one is also related to rain. Tokyo, which is shrouded in rain all year round, a teenager from his hometown meets a girl with the ability to make the weather clear."

Looking at Nanami Nanami's slender fingers pointing her lower jaw on her lower jaw and thinking seriously, Shimizu Tetsu suddenly felt a little nervous for some reason and asked, "How is it?"

"Well...even if you don't consider the settings, the fact that the male and female protagonists are mostly high school students sounds like a light novel..."

"That's right," Shimizu Tsuki smiled bitterly, "If you really want to write such a subject, let's not talk about what Kishida Sang has any opinions, I'm afraid Mr. Takahashi will be angry to death."

Although the name of novel writers and light novel writers is only one word different, the social status is not a little bit worse. The former is regarded as the "teacher" of the entire society, and shoulders the heavy responsibility of revealing reality and recording human nature. The latter is because of the high commercialization and writing subject matter. Even if it is not considered to be contemptuous, it is far from being looked down upon by others.

In this way, if Shimizu Tetsu chose to create light novels, it might leave a "self-indulgent" impression in the eyes of the public.

Writers also have to worry about creatures that look at others.

With a meaningless sigh, Shimizu Tetsuya remembered these three stories again. Even if he didn't consider other people's opinions, he did not have the confidence that he could recreate the pictures in his mind through words.

After seeing the filming of a movie, Shimizu Tetsu had a deeper understanding of the differences between text and images. For example, the words "the sound of rain" are never as straightforward as the scenes and sounds of rain, and the expressions on the actor's faces are never as easy to understand as the words "full of sadness".

However, as a writer, if he is separated from the words, Shimizu Tetsuki doesn't know how to express his ideas.

"Forget it, I'll think about anything else, I'm not in a hurry to start creating now."

"Yes, after all, you don't need to blink if you pay eight million now."

Recognizing the faint emotion in the air, Shimizu Tetsu turned his head to look at Nanami Nanami without speaking.

"What's wrong?"

She bulged her face gently, with confusion hidden in her tone.

"You look at it, I actually blinked a lot."

Seeing Nanami recover from her hilarious state again, Shimizu Tsuki suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Qi Jian's current model income is implemented in a share system. Will it affect your income?"

After barely standing up, Nanami shook her head slightly, "Actually, it's okay. The job that Ms. Uei recently introduced me to me is much higher than before. Maybe it was brought by her identity as an artist? Even if it was a bit more than before, the tuition fee for next year will be almost the same."

"That's good."

"But...When I was talking to other models, I heard that the 55-5 share of other firms is already very good. Shimizu, are you..."

"It's okay. Anyway, I opened this firm just to solve the problem of being able to do it in the year and I didn't consider making money. If I need it, all the newcomers who come later will sign the contract according to the 50-50 share."

Speaking of this, Shimizu Cho suddenly laughed.

"But there is no plan to recruit newcomers now, although there shouldn't be any newcomers choosing here."

"That's hard to say."
Chapter completed!