The native is a little restless.

The cafe she is in is called Heyin. The interior space is large, elegant piano music is playing in the store, and the seats are widely spaced so that even if the customers are talking, they will not disturb other people at all.

The woman on the left side of her sight, about thirty years old, was holding a library book and reading. The coffee on the right side was steaming. Her sitting posture was dignified and beautiful, with her long black hair spread over her shoulders. She was as beautiful as a painting.

It further highlighted Tusheng's embarrassment. He noticed Tusheng's gaze and raised his head and smiled at her. Tusheng lowered his head in a hurry and took a sip of coffee pretending to be nothing.

"Hub?"

"ah?"

"Are you okay?" Mafuyu looked at her slightly worriedly, "Are you feeling well?"

"No, I'm just a little uncomfortable with it." Tusheng shook his head.

"Ah," Mafuyu agreed, "Actually, I am too," and then turned to the young woman in professional attire opposite and said, "Xiao Huai, just find a similar store next time, like McDonald's, I

This is the first time I’ve entered a cafe, and I don’t like drinking coffee.”

The woman who was called "Little Flower Well" by Mafuyu had a headache, "How many times have I told you that girls your age should treat their elders with the word 'mulberry' and use honorifics!"

"Eh-" Mafuyu drawled, "But it's very troublesome. Don't Hanai-chan think it's more convenient to communicate like this?"

"How can I safely introduce you to my colleagues in the publishing house like this? Forget it, you won't change even if I say it several times," Huajing sighed, shook his head, and stopped delving into this point, smiling apologetically at Tusheng,

"I'm sorry, Habu-chan, I'll choose a place that won't make you so nervous next time."

Tusheng Busan said no, no, no.

Fumi Hanai is an editor at a publishing house in Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo. Judging from her appearance, she should be around twenty-five years old. She has not disclosed any information about her age. She is a native and can only rely on guessing.

When I think of the first time I accompanied Mafuyu to the publishing house, I was still in a dream. Is it so easy to get a novel published? Is it so easy to become a writer? When I learned that Mafuyu started writing novels,

, she didn’t think it was a joke. After all, Mafuyu was smart and clever in doing things. She said she could do it, but she didn’t expect that things would develop so smoothly.

"So about the royalties from "Candy Bullets"..."

"Ah, there's no need to say this anymore. I've already said it on the phone before." Mafuyu looked like he wasn't interested in this, "Just pay the royalties and other things directly to the account I gave you at the beginning."

"Is that okay? I remember that's not your name."

"My sister's is actually no different."

"Well, if you insist."

Since the writer himself said so, Hanai has nothing to dissuade. She knows that Mafuyu has a biological sister with whom she has a very good relationship, but she doesn’t know much about it other than that. Several editors Hanai knows have responsible writers.

Examples of royalty income and family members breaking up on bad terms, but she felt that it was too cruel to tell her this at Mafuyu's age, so she didn't mention it. Although the contents of the novels she wrote were also quite cruel, they were dressed like fairy tales.

, but the core of the story is not something that a fifteen-year-old girl could write.

She can only attribute this to her personal talent. Moreover, the writers under her are not just a talented girl like Mafuyu.

Noticing the gaze opposite her, she smiled and said, "Habu-chan is probably not interested in this. I'm sorry for making you listen to these boring conversations."

Native looked at Mafuyu who was chewing a straw next to him, hesitated, and asked, "Is Mafuyu-chan's novel a good purchase? Sorry, I'm just a little curious."

"Well, if you insist on saying so, it is indeed the case. The real situation is a little higher than 'good sales'."

Tusheng tilted his head, puzzled.

——

The two girls in front of Hanai have been together since they submitted a manuscript to the publishing house. She originally thought that "Candy Bullets" was a joint work between the two. This is not surprising in the publishing industry. Some people are good at considering the inspiration of words.

But they are scarce. Some people have excellent story structures but not good writing skills. It is naturally much better to be able to collaborate and publish a book than to waste decades writing articles for some inferior magazines.

It’s just that such works are rarely popular. Even if the content is lively and interesting, sales are mediocre. It has to be said that in the current publishing industry, who writes the book is more important than what the content is. The cult of personality is prevalent in every industry.

There is a clear example. It is rare for the Three Stooges to surpass Zhuge Liang in the publishing world. The toilet paper used by Zhuge Liang is much more precious than the long speeches of an unknown person.

Hanai had just entered the publishing industry less than two years ago, which was when he was a newborn. When he first introduced himself to the company, he made a bold statement, "I want to change this sluggish publishing industry!" The seniors present were shocked and speechless. However,

, if it hadn’t been for the passion in her heart that had never been extinguished, Hanai might not have been able to meet Mafuyu.

Every day, people come to the publishing house with manuscripts of novels they have written for consultation. Most of these people are newbies who have just started to try to write novels. The enthusiastic young people are the most difficult to dismiss. They cannot accept blows or opinions, so they often

After having a bad fight with the editor who was hosting him, few people were willing to take the job. Hanai volunteered.

It happened to be Hanai who was in charge of entertaining Mafuyu and Tusei that day.

"Are you...junior high school students?"

What surprised her was not the age of the two people. She had received many people, including freshly graduated elementary school students. They brought the messy comic strips she had drawn. Finally, Hanai suggested that he go to the editorial department of JUP. What surprised Hanai was that the two of them

The appearance of one is slender and slender, with a model-like figure, and the other is cute, but wearing trousers and a gray sweatshirt, contrasting cute images.

This was the first time she had seen such a good-looking combination.

The tall girl obviously looked a little reserved, while the girl in the gray sweatshirt was the person in charge. She was not afraid to speak, but the frequent way of speaking without honorifics made her unhappy. However, Huajing was still well-mannered enough, and it didn't show on her face.

superior.

After the two briefly introduced the situation to Hanai, they handed over the manuscript of the novel, which was packed in a thick pile in a document bag. Hanai took it out and found that it was handwritten. The handwriting was clean, neat, beautiful and elegant. This word alone made Hanai...

Gao glanced at the other person. At least he wasn't chosen just to fool the editor in order to get lucky.

Then she read on slowly. Except for the way words and sentences were chosen in some places that made her feel a little uncomfortable, the description of the characters and the plot were all remarkable, and even the words and sentences vaguely revealed the author's own style.

This is very rare, and it is even more surprising to see it reflected in the writings of a fifteen-year-old girl.

Hanai spent more than an hour reading the entire manuscript, staring at the girl in front of him with a complex expression, "Did you really write this?"
Chapter completed!