I wanted to be a bad actor in the anime, but I failed.

Some people may ask, since the school can’t teach him anything, why does he have to go to school?

First, no money.

Working? It is impossible for me to work. I will never work in this life.

Second, Mu Lin glanced at the girl at the next table.

At last.

In the Dean's office.

"The Finance Department has taken care of it. Your bonus for outstanding science students and your bonus for winning the school's math competition should also be credited to your account. Have you received them?"

"received."

"That's good. Don't forget, some of this money is paid to you in advance by me using my connections. You must keep your promise in the future math competitions!"

"no problem."

"Also, the exchange between the two schools will be officially launched soon, so you better be serious when the time comes!"

"Is it okay to sleep in class?"

"What do you think?"

"Can?"

Murakami Daisuke was so angry: "No! You represent our school. Everything you do is closely related to the glory of our school!"

"Tsk."

Mu Lin curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

This damned person represents a burden to the group, which greatly restricts his freedom. He asked again without any interest:

"Anything else? I'm leaving now."

"Go to the student union meeting room on the fifth floor. Today we need to let you exchange students get to know each other and build good relationships so that you can take care of each other when you go to other schools."

"walk slowly."

The dean of studies had something to do, so Mu Lin went to the student union meeting room alone.

As soon as I arrived, I saw an acquaintance typing on a red laptop at an extremely fast speed.

There is also a cup of Coke on the side.

This look seemed to indicate that she came here just to do the job, and had no intention of getting closer to others and taking care of each other.

The creaking sound of the chair woke the girl who was immersed in her creation.

He frowned angrily, raised his eyes and saw Mu Lin opposite him, then closed his notebook with a snap.

There were only two people in the meeting room at the moment, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Kasumigaoka Utaha took a sip of Coke, crossed her arms over her chest, and stamped her feet impatiently.

The princess shoes made a "bang bang" sound when they hit the white tiles.

He opened his lips slightly, then closed them again. After seeing the other person staring at the table in a daze, he finally spoke.

"Ah, I didn't expect to meet someone as self-righteous as you again."

Mu Lin was too lazy to pay attention to her.

Didn't even move.

Taking a deep breath, Kasumigaoka Utaha finally couldn't help but ask the question she wanted to ask most.

"So, you don't care whether I get the chance to continue writing or not?"

"Weren't you just continuing to write?"

Instead of answering directly, he responded with a rhetorical question.

After making the other party understand what I mean, I feel embarrassed again.

At this moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha really wanted to lie and say "No"! Slap him hard in the face!

But because I know this person well, I would suffer more if I lied, so I said, "Yes. It's all thanks to you that I have the opportunity to continue writing."

The tone is sarcastic.

"You can't just take credit for this. After all, my help to you is just to get you started. Whether you can get a chance to continue writing still depends on you. If you didn't get the chance to continue writing, it means you don't have the talent. Now that you have it, it at least proves that you can still be saved."

"boom."

The strange sound of a Coke can hitting the table.

Kasumigaoka Utaha gritted her teeth and it took her a lot of effort to calm down.

"You make it sound like you saved me."

"Yes, I saved you, please speak to me nicely in the future."

"Dreaming in broad daylight?"

Mu Lin shrugged without saying anything.

The two of them fell into a brief silence again.

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned on the computer, pushed it in front of Mu Lin and said:

"This is the outline of my second volume. Please help me take a look."

After saying this, she felt regretful and terrified.

In this situation, if the other party refuses directly, she will be ashamed with a mask of shame on her face.

But for some reason, she did it without thinking.

Maybe it was the other party who helped her, even if it was just a tiny bit of help, that allowed her to continue writing the second volume of Love Metronome.

What made Kasumigaoka Utaha feel relieved was that the other party reached out and slid the touchpad of the laptop and started browsing.

He browsed so fast that Kasumigaoka Utaha felt he wasn't reading it seriously at all.

And he asked, "How are the sales of the revised version of your first volume?"

"Very good, the sales in the past few days have exceeded the sales of the original version."

“Has the sales far exceeded the original?”

This rhetorical question made the already competitive Kasumigaoka Utaha even more angry.

I always feel like I'm being outdone by the other party, which makes me very unwilling.

"What about the comments?"

"Better than the original! Is that okay?" he said in a self-deprecating tone.

"Although I haven't seen your revised version, it seems that the outline of this second volume, I can only say..."

"Can you only say?" Even though Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't want to admit it, she was looking forward to the other party's next words in her heart.

Just like a child looking forward to his parents' approval.

"Shit."

This simple comment made Kasumigaoka Utaha freeze in place. She thought she had heard it wrong and asked, "What?"

"What a piece of crap that has made no progress and is still so self-righteous. The first volume may have been well revised, but this outline for the second volume, this detailed outline, I can only say, is a piece of shit!"

"what are you saying?!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha slammed the table, stood up and glared at Mu Lin.

The latter looked at her mercilessly and said slowly:

"It's like a snail climbing a bamboo pole. It finally climbs a little higher, but then slides back down, even much lower than its original position. Your arrogance about your own creations and your unwillingness to learn from others, coupled with your inferior talent, are nothing but shit!"

"What bullshit are you talking about?! You bastard!!! Are you watching this seriously?!" Kasumigaoka Utaha shouted in despair!

"It seems that you have learned and forgotten the revision suggestions I gave you. You can try to show this outline of the second volume to your editor and see how she reacts."

"Good! If she approves of you then it will only prove that you are a foul-mouthed and conceited jerk!"

"No, if she approves, then I can only question the quality of the Fuzugawa Library."

Mu Lin's contemptuous and self-centered attitude made Kasumigaoka Utaha's chest heave violently!

"Haha, what an unreasonable person."

“Do you know how kindergarteners teach students to count?”

"What do you want to say?"

"The teacher asked the students to count their fingers, one finger is one, two fingers is two, and so on, but in fact, they are just memorizing it by rote! All the knowledge in this world is built on the impressions that humans memorized when they first started learning! You actually still want to be unique?"

"My talent allows me to innovate based on your modification suggestions!!" Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her head proudly and looked down at Mu Lin who was sitting on the chair.

"No, it is precisely because of your talent that you are not allowed to innovate based on my revision suggestions. Moreover, basic? Your outline has obviously returned to the time when you did not read my suggestions! This is a disgusting plot setting. I can only say that I don't want to look at it again!"

"Go to hell! Then I will prove that you are a complete egomaniac!"

"You're welcome to slap me in the face."

"You don't have the nerve!"

After saying this, Kasumigaoka Utaha walked away holding her notebook with tears of grievance.

Mu Lin was left alone in the conference room, silent.