Xia Zhi sat in front of the counter, staring idly at the closed store door. He had just eaten dinner, and it was now a time when almost no customers would come again. The only thing he had to be responsible for was probably the checkout and the sitting.

Tachibana Aya was typing away at her laptop in the corner, pouring a drink or other unimportant things.

The store manager was playing with his mobile phone in a position slightly behind. After a few minutes, it seemed that the character died or there was an accident, so he turned off the mobile phone angrily. He looked at the bored Xia Zhi and patted him on the shoulder.

"If you're bored, just pour yourself a cup of coffee and sit there. There's not many people around now anyway."

"No, just sit here."

"I'll fall asleep if I sit down again. Really, it's hindering my business. Let's go, let's go."

The store manager immediately kicked people out.

"How can you..."

"If you tell me that there is no business again, I will deduct your salary."

The store manager glared at Natsuchi. Not far away, Tachibana Aya started shouting.

"Hey! Xia Zhi! I want a refill!"

"Come right here! You kid, why don't you go quickly!"

In the end, Xia Zhi was rushed to the coffee machine. While making milk coffee for Tachibana Aya, he also poured himself a cup of clear coffee to refresh himself. Otherwise, he might really fall asleep. Tonight, I don’t know why

There are very few guests.

Natsuki walked without energy, and finally stopped next to the Tachibana Aya position.

"Here." Xia Zhi put the milk tea on the table and pushed it to her.

"This is not the attitude a waiter should have." Tachibana Aya took the cup and took a sip, then stretched out her body, showing no trace of Yuhua's high school elegance.

"This is not how a coffee shop should be." Xia Zhi took a sip of coffee and then leaned on the sofa. The unique bitter taste was bred in the air, then transformed into aroma, spreading to the brain. He gradually woke up.

"Are you writing a manuscript? It's really bold to actually write a manuscript in a coffee shop."

Although there are many jobs in the world, it is generally correct to divide them into two types: mental work and manual work. Compared with manual work, the results of mental work are easier to steal, especially those engaged in musical works and literature.

The creation of works, film and television works, is a hotbed of plagiarism incidents, because until creativity and inspiration are not recognized by the world, who knows who they really come from?

Generally speaking, novel writers, especially those who are slightly famous or very famous, generally do not create in public places, because writing in public places is prone to interference from the outside world, and the creative efficiency is low.

It is also easy to be coveted by the outside world. Generally, it is recorded with pen and paper or a camera. This is the material collection. As for why it is necessary to collect materials instead of going to the place where the materials are collected to create on the spot, there is probably also polishing the materials.

The necessity lies in it.

Directly writing what you see with your eyes and what you hear with your ears into your own works mostly has disadvantages of one kind or another, because the sources of inspiration are multifaceted. If you want to splice different inspirations together flawlessly, there may be some accidents.

exists, but it should be more about the creator connecting inspiration with inspiration. The disconnection of plot is very serious for novels.

Writing novels is not as simple as it seems. Writing good novels is even more difficult. Because of this, Natsuki feels that Tachibana Aya is really amazing. She is not only at the top of the light novel world

Among a group of people, her own excellence is probably enough to allow her to do whatever she wants in any field.

As long as she finds it interesting.

"If someone really copied me, I would find it more interesting."

Tachibana Aya was not joking, for her, as long as it was interesting, it was enough.

"But, it's difficult." She sighed, "No one knows my true identity except you. First of all, this will eliminate most people who have plagiarism ideas about Takezuki Ryo's works."

"Then, where I am now is in the corner of a coffee shop with very little traffic, with my back against the wall and facing the only place where people may come. If anyone is interested in what I am doing,

I'll find out right away."

"If I find him and he wants to watch or even rob me, I'm not afraid. As I said, I'm a master of Aikido."

"Even if, even if they can really steal my computer, what then? What can they do? They already rely on plagiarizing other people's ideas to make a living. Can they really beat me in writing?"

She sighed again: "Look, how dangerous this thing sounds, but actually for me? It's boring, right?"

"It seems like it's not good to be too smart. It's really not interesting if you think about everything clearly."

Xia Zhi could understand her thoughts to some extent. It was nothing more than various versions of master's loneliness. However, he was not envious. She thought too clearly, just like a prophet. Since you can predict the future, you know what you will be in the future.

If you have such a result, is it necessary to work hard to do anything more? The future is beautiful, so there is no need to do anything, just eat and die until the beautiful result comes. The future is tragic and terrible.

, there is no point in living, wouldn't it be better to kill yourself with one knife, die early and be reborn? But in this case, there is a contradiction in the ability to predict the future.

I think too clearly. No matter what happens, it is expected. It is good to take it easy, but no matter what happens, it can no longer cause fluctuations in people's hearts. This person lives like a machine, which is not interesting at all. I can't think of it.

It is too clear that although I am reckless, I am sometimes surprised and sometimes sad. My life is not stable, but at least I am still alive.

"Want to show you the manuscript I wrote? You can know the development of the plot in advance."

To a certain extent, writers always play the role of lonely masters. They know the plot direction of the story and arrange the joys and sorrows of the characters with one hand. In the eyes of readers, the mood becomes ups and downs due to various events.

In the author's opinion, these encounters may not be worth mentioning at all, because even these ups and downs were caused by them.

In the process of enjoying the creation of a work, they also lose the qualification to enjoy reading the work. So, what can they do if they know the direction of the plot in advance? Can they make trouble with themselves?

Xia Zhi refused without thinking.

"I think I'll buy it myself."

"You have such an awkward personality, you."

Tachibana Aya took the laptop back in front of her.

"Don't you think clearly?"

"As long as it's not clear enough to you, there's still hope."

"But it doesn't matter, I just wrote the beginning. Writing is really a very difficult thing. It's troublesome."

Her hands on the keyboard began to type again, turning into characters one after another, which were displayed in this laptop like a treasure trove.

The black eyes behind the lenses were slightly squinted, as if she had been staring at the computer screen for too long, and her eyesight was blurry. But she just adjusted the focus of her eyes, and continued to enslave the windows of her soul.

"Okay. My eyes are tired and I'm still staring at the computer. Just close your eyes and rest."

Xia Zhi hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and closed the laptop. Although he was a little impulsive and nosy, he seemed to be able to convince himself if it was regarded as revenge against her for the past two days.

Tachibana Aya was stunned for a moment and glared at Xia Zhi: "Even my mother didn't cover my computer."

"That's because they don't know how crazy you are about playing computer games."

"The computer is mine."

"The electricity bill is ours."

Tachibana Aya curled her lips and asked the store manager loudly and unhappily.

"Store manager! Do you still care about this matter?"

The store manager was playing with his mobile phone at the counter, not even knowing what was going on. Seeing that the two of them were getting along quite well, he waved his hand, said "Listen to Xia Zhi", and then continued to play with his mobile phone. Today

The large-scale event in the evening cannot be left behind because of two high school students who are not yet underage.

Natsuki took a sip of coffee indifferently and looked at Tachibana Aya with a look that seemed to mean "Listen to me." Tachibana Aya stared back at him, probably replying "Just wait."

Tachibana Aya gave up, took off her glasses, threw them on the table, and drank the drink in one gulp.

"I want a refill."

"It's closed."

Xia Zhi didn't even bother to move.

"I am your senior after all, don't I want to lose face?"

"If you don't want to be unable to sleep at night, be honest."

"……oh."

Tachibana Aya is a smart person. Of course she understood what Xia Zhi said as soon as she heard it, and then she became honest. She admitted that she had indeed refilled the glass a bit too much. Although she still felt shameless, she felt a faint feeling in her heart.

, a feeling that I haven’t experienced in a long time came to my heart.

It's warm and comfortable, and I don't hate this feeling. Subconsciously, I want more, more.

"Then please give me a glass of cold water."

"In front of the counter, go pour it yourself."

Xia Zhi sat slumped on the sofa, already having a hint of the charm of lying in Beijing. The warm feeling disappeared instantly. Tachibana Aya grinned in anger, pointed at Xia Zhi and said: "I want to file a complaint against you!"

Xia Zhi just replied "Oh" lightly, and then lay down even more comfortably.

"Store manager! Don't you care anymore!"

"You two are so noisy! Change your clothes and go back! Don't disturb my business!"

When Natsuki and Tachibana Aya walked out of the coffee shop, it was not even half past seven.
Chapter completed!