Conquest begins with Kamen Rider

"Hey~!"

Like every writer who wants her book to be a god, Kasumigaoka Shiyu fantasized about becoming famous when she first wrote her book, but better than most people who don't even succeed in publishing, or give up after just writing a few hundred words, her book succeeds.

And today is the signing of her book, but sitting in the corner of the second floor of the bookstore a little far from the stairs, Kasumigaoka Shiyu's interest is not very high, and it should be very happy for her as a rookie writer to hold a signing for the first time.

But sitting at the signing point specially sorted out by the bookstore staff, although Kasumigaoka Shiyu had a polite smile on her face, anyone who was familiar with her could see that her interest was not high at all.

"Teacher Kasumiko, I wish you a smooth signing!"

The male staff of the bookstore smiled at Kasumigaoka Shiyu and said, although he called himself teacher, but Kasumigaoka Shiyu saw his experience of his appearance since the other party's eyes, and as for more, there was no sense of respect.

"Well, I'm sorry for you!"

After politely dealing with this staff member, Kasumigaoka Shiyu's eyes couldn't help but look at the concrete wall beside him, and then looked at the staff who came and went in the bookstore, this kind of popular place, also made her a little relieved, at least there are so many people here, that monster shouldn't suddenly appear and poke out of the wall and drag himself in.

Thinking like this, Kasumigaoka Shiyu put away her uneasiness a little and focused more on the signing party in front of her.

When she first wrote the novel, it was like writing a different, unconventional, and outstanding novel, but although the feedback on the book was good, and many readers said that she wrote it well, it was ...... This kind of applause still made her deeply feel what reality is.

That is, although her books are said to be very well written by readers, the reality is that the sales of her books are not even a fraction of the novels that are sprayed garbage, sprayed routines, and sent blades by readers.

Sure enough, readers don't care about routines or not, but care about whether they look good or not, and it's all boring.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu couldn't help but think a little self-deprecatingly.

Thinking that he was stubborn about the name of the novel, he quarreled with the editor, and in the end he didn't listen to the other party's opinion, changed to an attractive name, and still chose this title that sounds very little girly.

But Kasumigaoka Shiyu doesn't regret it at all, yes, maybe she can write a work that sells better than this book according to the routine of those modern books with her writing, but after all, she's only a seventeen-year-old girl, and she's still an author with a dream, although she will be disappointed by the unpopularity of her book, but she doesn't write what she doesn't like for the sake of sales.

Just when Kasumigaoka Shiyu looked out the window a little distracted.

Her editor Machida Wanko sat next to her, looking at the girl beside her who was holding her cheeks and looking into the distance, Machida Wanko had to admit that she was definitely the author with the highest value under her hands, obviously a guy who can rely on her appearance to eat, but she has to rely on her talent to eat, presumably it should be very popular with boys at school.

It's really the envy of a social animal who hasn't married himself yet!

After a microsecond of silence for the fact that she hadn't been able to marry herself, Machida Wanko turned her attention to the problem writer in front of her.

Others can't see that the girl's interest is not high, she can see it.

"What's the matter, Mr. Xia Shizi! With this expression, are you afraid that there will be no readers, and you are thinking about where you will cry when you go back?"

Listening to the ridicule of the editor next to her, Kasumigaoka Shiyu couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and step on, but to Machida Wanko's surprise, Kasumigaoka Shiyu didn't fight with her today.

And asked with an ethereal expression thinking about life.

"Xiao Wanzi, what do you say is the meaning of life?"

"Little ...... Wanzi!?"

Hearing Kasumigaoka Shiyu's stunned name, Machida Wanko looked around suspiciously, making sure that the other party was not called Maruko, nor was it someone else, after really calling herself, the corners of her mouth twitched, trying to correct the problem of the editor's rudeness.

"This is what we call ......"

"Xiao Wanzi, do you say that the world we live in is the real world? Human beings have been reflected for 250,000 years now, and for the history of mankind, the last 4,000 years are also significant. "

"We develop technology, conquer nature, become the strongest primates on the planet, and think we are at the top of the planet's food chain!, but is that really the case!?"

"In ancient times, we hid in caves, sat by small fires, feared things we didn't understand, lightning bolts, tsunamis, volcanoes...... Give all kinds of natural disasters the name of God, call them gods or demons, and ask them for forgiveness and salvation!"

And then their numbers are decreasing, our common sense is increasing, and we think that we know the world, and we look at the world rationally, but ...... Xiao Wanzi, do we really know the world!?"

Eyelids jumped as she listened to Kasumigaoka Shiyu interrupting her unceremoniously, and then said a lot of strange words about human cognition, and Machida Wanko felt that Kasumigaoka Shiyu was playing tricks on her.

But after seeing her expression that really seemed to be thinking, she gave up this guess, and after thinking about it, she suddenly looked at Kasumigaoka Shiyu with her eyes shining, and she didn't care about her title!

"Teacher Xia Shizi, have you figured it out, are you ready to write a popular fantasy novel?Natural disasters, gods and demons, are you going to write about the supernatural, or the otherworld, or the urban surreal......

With an indifferent expression, he lowered his hand from under his cheek, Kasumigaoka Shiyu straightened up, and said to his editor in a cold voice.

"Tsk!

“！！"

A big tic-tac-toe appeared on Machida Wanko's forehead, she was just despised, she was definitely despised! Obviously she was kind enough to comfort Kasumigaoka Shiyu, but this child actually despised her!

I can't bear it!

It's true that with this guy's writing, he can write a more best-selling work, but ......

Looking at Kasumigaoka Shiyu's mature and somewhat excessive figure and childish face full of students' dreams, she didn't know that Kasumigaoka Shiyu was secretly at all, thinking that she was just complaining that her book was not popular, and Machida Wanko finally just sighed.

Decided not to worry about her, this guy's poisonous mouth can always kill people, and my Machida Wanko definitely doesn't care about this kind of child!

Thinking of this, Machida Wanko said angrily to Kasumigaoka Shiyu.

"Readers are coming in soon, so please hurry up and get back to your state as a writer with our philosopher Kasumi Shiko!"

And with Machida Wanko's words, Kasumigaoka Shiyu's eyes couldn't help but look at the staircase, and she still cared a lot about the first reader of the signing of her novel.

Soon, a beautiful blonde girl appeared in front of her, a gentle smile that made people feel warm, pure and simple with a hint of holy temperament, and the first reader in front of her was stunned by Kasumigaoka Shiyu, she didn't seem to expect that her first reader was such a high-quality and somewhat excessive girl.

Who is this girl?

Shiyu Kasumigaoka, his first reader, couldn't help but be a little curious.

"Huh...... Her Highness Joan of Arc!?"

"Oh, so her name is Joan of Arc, and she's still a foreigner?"

Kasumigaoka Shiyu nodded suddenly, but soon she was stunned, looking at the girl beside her who had been standing beside her since she didn't know when and asked.

"Kato!When were you there!?"

"I*, is there anyone else here!!!??"

Machida Wanko on the side was also startled by Megumi Kato, who suddenly made a sound, leaned back, and accidentally fell down with the bench.