How I was forced to be a boss

I handed over snacks and so on to a few children, and I got cheers from the children and a kiss from the little girl Sakule.Ordered an extra spicy curry for my lunch.I always find it surprising that the store didn't close down.Because every time I come, I hardly see any customers, otherwise I would not choose dine-in.

I'm a person who doesn't like spicy food.Eating this spicy curry without changing face is basic practice.I can guarantee that the spicy curry bought in this store is definitely the spiciest in Yokohama.According to the boss, there are very few customers who can order extra spicy.More often than not it's just me and one other guest.That person lives upstairs and has adopted five children at a young age.

Although I am a regular customer of this store, I haven't seen that kind person so far.It is said that he is a 996 poor social animal.But it is also true, to take on the future of the five flowers of the motherland at a young age, which really requires a lot of money and a strong psychological acceptance.Because in addition to financial security, you also need to learn to be the "mentor" of another living being who can think independently, and you have to lead him along the road of life.

what about you?You want to make sure that you never give up out of frustration and regret in the process.Abandoned life forms are very, very poor.

I don't even have the courage to bear a life.It may take decades to make up your mind.

So I admire this man from the bottom of my heart.To the point of awe.

When I came home, I happened to see a beautiful young lady with silver hair and a black dress coming out of my new neighbor's door.

Unexpectedly, the new neighbor, who looks like a big-eyed guy, has a lot of tricks.

I also want to make friends with the beautiful young lady.

"Miss Kitano, you are back, I just baked some biscuits here and I want to send them to you." Toru Amuro greeted me with a bright smile.

This person must have been the center of attention on campus when he was in school.He's the kind of guy who's good looking and good at being a man.

I am enjoying the small biscuits offered by my new neighbor while writing and thinking.

【…

Ninomiya Yusuke's ideal is to become an excellent politician like his father.

When he was admitted to the Department of Political Science of Dongdae University, his father proudly said to him: "You have high ambitions since you were a child, and you always know what you want. Go, go and pursue your ideals freely."

He will certainly make a good politician.

With such self-confidence, he is as high-spirited as a soldier about to step on the battlefield.

...]

Then there is Ninomiya Yusuke's college life.Until the moment when his student career ended, in my conception, Ninomiya Yusuke's soul was completely molded.His essence will not change any longer, and he will completely lose the chance to redeem himself.He is like a mass of air, he is what the container that holds him is.

Thinking of this, I looked at my manuscript and suddenly froze.

No, am I not a sweet writer?Where did my romance line go?

With a lot of question marks in my head, I don't think this is possible.I'm going to double up.I don't know what gave me the courage to double open.

It is a long novel that I planned to open at the same time.I plan to write a story about a gentle and lovely girl traveling to save another world.Of course, saving the world is not important, what is important is to talk about a sweet love.

[Little Xingxing is a shy, gentle and cute girl. She has long fluffy pink hair and always smiles when she sees people. She is as sweet as cotton candy.Friends like her very much, so she has nicknames like Little Xingxing.

Little Xingxing thinks that she will continue to live an ordinary life like now.

But that fateful day has come.

...]

Standard start.and the convention 'plain'.Anyone who believes in the ordinary people described by the author is a fool.

I thought casually.

The characters in the author's pen must be special.Either very happy, or very miserable.The commonality between the two is that they are both extremely lucky.Always be able to concentrate everything good or bad in the world on one person.

【…

After Little Xingxing agreed to the elf's request.The elf took her through and opened the door of space.Take her to this world that urgently needs to be saved by her.

"This is Nazaya Continent, which is a miracle intertwined with countless parallel worlds in the infinite universe." The elf introduced to her excitedly.

"Welcome Nazaya! My savior!" the elf said in a sweet voice.

In an instant, Little Xingxing overlooked this continent called Miracle.

The mountains and the sea reflect each other and are full of vitality.

...]

Soon it will be New Years.This is the second New Year since I moved to Yokohama from Tokyo.

During the New Year, the editor came to visit me and gave me a gift and some letters from readers for me to choose some replies to.It is said that I am now a fairly well-known writer, and many teachers in the literary world have also sent me letters.

"The serialization of "Gun" is also very smooth. Although it is not over yet, it has already aroused discussions from all walks of life. The literary circles also recognize you very much, Mr. Hasegawa from the University of Tokyo even published an article in the newspaper to praise your contribution to society Dialytic judgments and sharp irony have awakened the people from their chaos!"

He handed me a newspaper.The prominent title on it reads "The Scavenger of Human Souls, the Guider in the Darkness".It is a large-scale analysis of "Gun" and "Fate", followed by disputes between several scholars and excerpts from some readers' comments.

【…

The world is made of lies.Little you trying to protect yourself with a gun.But people's indifference is like air, easily breaking through your worthless protection.

Lovely you who know nothing, finally found out that no one is holding a gun.

They just exist, they can stab each other bloody.And you are holding a gun.

But it's because you were born without thorns. 】

【This is Teacher Zhuxi's last affection.For the heterogeneous protagonist, death is already the best salvation, and every day of life is pain.To die with the victory you imagined is a kind of happiness. 】

Randomly read a few paragraphs of comments and reader posts.My mind suddenly went blank.

I don't really understand what these people are talking about.

Then came a guilty conscience.If these old professors and scholars knew that I was writing a romance novel for girls, would they be tearing up and filling out a new Tokyo Bay?

When sending the editor out, I happened to meet Toru Amuro who came back with a lot of ingredients.

When the editor bid farewell to me at the door, he eagerly took my hand and said that "Gun" would participate in the selection of the "Literary Award" at the beginning of the year. A pillar of existence in the literary world.

I don't want to express any more opinions on this.I think there may be a generation gap between me and the people of the other world.

"Then the teacher's new work..."

"I'm writing, I'm writing." I said casually.

Finally saying goodbye to my worrying editor, I looked to the neighbor Mr. who was smiling and watching our conversation.

"Miss Kitano turned out to be a writer. She is amazing. She has achieved such great achievements at such a young age." He said softly.

I blinked and asked, "Is Mr. Amuro spending the New Year alone?"

The handsome black-skinned guy smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I had to come to Yokohama because of a job change, and I haven't made any new friends yet."

I think this little brother is lying. I have seen pretty girls looking for him.

So I replied embarrassingly,

"Ah, what a coincidence, me too."

In fact, until I sat on the sofa of Toru Amuro’s house, held the hot tea he handed me, and watched him busy in the kitchen with a beautiful waistline wrapped in an apron, I still didn’t know how things developed to this point.

Only, I can only say that Mr. Neighbor is too enthusiastic...

"This is impossible, Miss Kitano! I just bought a lot of food, let's celebrate the New Year together!" Saying this, I was dragged to Amuro Toru's house in a daze.

After all the dishes were served, I was surprised by this virtuous man.

"You are too good, Mr. Amuro!"

I was even more amazed after trying it.It is delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

To be honest, I am a real flower stomach.There is very little food other than that that can satisfy my appetite.I used to hate food other than Chinese food.Until I tasted British and Russian food and had to make a living from it, I thought Asia was good everywhere.

That said, despite not having the spicy food I like, I still feel great happiness.

This New Year's meal is so worth it.

Toru Amuro must not understand the dining table culture of planting flowers.He obviously felt that I was much warmer to him after the meal.

"As long as Miss Kitano is satisfied."

"Hey, don't be so unfamiliar, we have been neighbors for half a year, and your cooking is so delicious, you can call me Ling Yang, can I call you Tou Jun?"

My sudden enthusiasm may have startled him.He looked a little surprised.

I know that Japanese names are very strict, and there are several names for a name.The closeness and distance of people can be reflected from the names.I understand this kind of thing, although I can't get used to it, but I usually follow this kind of social etiquette.

But I don't care much about that.

He seemed to realize that my focus might be on "cooking delicious", he chuckled.

"Okay, Lingyang."

This guy has such a good smile.

We chatted casually for a while, and I left.

When I was lying in bed, I looked at the starry sky and suddenly felt lonely.

In fact, I've been like that all my life.In the past, when my parents were here, they were very busy and didn't get along much with each other.After their accident, I came to Yokohama with a large inheritance from them.

I enjoy my alone time most of the time.

But that's just life.

My mind cannot survive alone.

When there is no collision of ideas between people, the brain seems to be dry.Every cell is clamoring for hunger and thirst.In order to survive, maybe one day, these hungry cells will control the master, and in this world, madness.

I thought of Chuya Nakahara whom I met that day. I wondered if he had left the slums to study and had written his first poem.I thought of Mori Ogai again. I wondered if he had listened to what I said that day to mobilize the residents of Leibo Street. I wondered if he understood that studying medicine could not save the people of Yokohama.

In short, I really want Amway people all over the world to write novels!

The author has something to say: After the literary giants became gangsters, there were almost no literary awards in Japan.

And thank you all for your lovely support!I also really want to discuss with you soon!But I don’t feel insecure if I don’t save manuscripts (hamster mentality, let me continue hoarding happily!