How I was forced to be the villain

In front of the most luxurious hotel in Yokohama, there are still ribbons from the previous celebrations. A young boy with an immature face folded his hands at the door, smiling and talking to the man in front of him.

The man standing in front of him was different from most of the people who came here. He didn't wear a formal suit, and there were no traces of fine care all over his body. It was a bit strange to appear on this occasion.

The boy paused, then ran towards the hotel entrance.

"Sorry, can I take a little longer?"

When the boy opened his mouth, it was different from what Huakai Yuanyou had imagined. He was a boy who didn't have any aggressiveness and even had a low sense of presence, but he didn't give people the feeling of being easy to bully at all. He obviously looked quite weak.

There are not many people in this meeting, out of curiosity and pity for the weak, Huakai Yuanyou is willing to give this boy a little time.

"Just don't get caught by the boss," said the lively spit, "otherwise the salary for this holiday will be gone."

Kyono nodded.

The two of them took two steps to the side, and Jing Yeyan suddenly folded his hands together and bent down, which startled Huakaiyuan Youren.

"I'm very sorry, that teacher was invited to participate in this exhibition, but," Kyono said shyly, pointing to the man who was looking at the sky from a distance and wondering what he was thinking, "Writers have their own habits, Oda The teacher really hates all kinds of social activities, so..."

He looked at Huakaiyuan Youren with a look of "knowing everything".

Then Huakai Yuanyouren suddenly felt a strange sense of enlightenment for no reason, and he really acted like he had suddenly realized, but after finishing this expression, he was confused for a while.

——What did he know?

Jing Yeyan didn't give him a chance to respond, "Although I received the invitation letter, the teacher is not willing to come. As a disciple, I was asked by the publishing house to let the teacher participate in this exhibition."

"Speaking of which, even the writers of 'Qingliu' should have some necessary communication, right? It's not bad for publishers and investors to get to know more. Even if writers don't care, publishing houses still have to eat. .”

Huakai Yuanyou nodded in agreement. He also had a deep understanding of this point, otherwise he would not have chosen to work here during the holidays.There are also many people vying for the job of procuring entry and exit personnel, mainly because the Suzuki Foundation has given too much!

Being able to say such words, in the heart of Huakai Yuanyou, the distance between the two has been drawn a lot closer invisibly.

"Since they have brought people here," Huakai Yuanyou thought for a while, "Is there something wrong again, is there anything I can help you with?"

Kyono pushed down his glasses embarrassedly, "Although I tried my best to bring the teacher here, but because it took a lot of experience just to coax the teacher out, I actually forgot to bring the invitation letter... "

So that's the case, Huakaiyuanyou thought.

Now the scene I saw before was connected with the boy's words.

Ah, doesn't that man look like a writer!At that time, the young man must have been persuading the writer not to leave, he would think of a way, but looking at the young man in front of him now, he felt a flash of light in his eyes, and he was probably about to cry.

Only a few nodes are provided, combined with some pictures that fit well enough, a complete story can be automatically filled out based on past experience and expectations.

In fact, Kyono Yan, with a standard smiley expression, felt a little relieved after confirming the reaction of the janitor boy.

"It doesn't matter. Occasionally there will be such a guest who forgets to bring the invitation letter. It doesn't matter if you bring that teacher in first, as long as you get the name tag at the front desk." Huakaiyuan Youren said enthusiastically.

"I can rest assured that."

The boy bent his lips, ran to the man in the distance and said something, and then the two walked over together.

"Welcome to Suzuki's Gem Fair, I wish you a happy day." Kakai Yōto said with a service-oriented smile.

After getting closer, he felt that this person was more like a famous writer.

The young man gave him a thankful look, and the Huakai Yuanyou responded with a smile, and when the two passed him by, he remembered something, "By the way, what is the teacher's name? I will definitely read his works in the future.”

What Kakaiin Yuto said was too cautious, which caused Oda Sakunosuke to suddenly feel at a loss. In the eyes of Kakaiin Yuto, it was proof that the teacher was not sociable.

Kyono Yan tried his best to smooth the upturned lip line, then turned his head.

"It's Oda-sensei." He answered with the same seriousness, making people stunned for a moment.

When they walked away, Huakai Yuanyou scratched his head in doubt.

"In the literary world, is there a famous writer named Oda?"

......

With the skills of Kyono Yan and Oda Sakunosuke, as long as they come in, it is not a problem to bypass the front desk and directly enter the venue.

Because the movements of Mr. Oda next to him were too stiff, Kyono Yan had to remind him: "Mr. Oda, relax a bit."

With the name of a well-known writer, Oda Sakunosuke can't be natural.

"Must it be?" he asked.

"That's the easiest way," Kyono replied, "When you don't hold a gun, no one will doubt that Mr. Oda is a writer who frantically scratches his hair at the manuscript paper all over the floor."

Oda Sakunosuke was startled.

Kyono Yan stretched out his hand to take off his glasses, focused on analyzing the data, and confirmed the information of the guests present. He said casually, "Didn't Mr. Oda say that he wanted to write a book before, how about experiencing the life of a famous writer in advance?"

"...that's just too far away."

"Mr. Oda is still young. Even if it is far away, there will be a day when he arrives. As long as it will be realized, today's action will be considered profitable." In his mind, the model of the entire building has been built, and Jing Yeyan saw several familiar figures , eyelids twitched.

"What are you doing here!" A low, unhappy voice sounded behind him.

The old man in the mouse gray kimono hit the ground heavily with a cane, his brows were deeply wrinkled, and after seeing the two of them clearly, it seemed that something had caused his serious dissatisfaction, and his whole face was wrinkled together .

"Who are you?" He glanced at the chests of the two, and the question changed again, "How did you get in here?"

It never occurred to me that he would be arrested so soon.

Let Oda Sakunosuke deal with this old man who is difficult to deal with at first glance, and the two of them will be thrown out faster.

Kyono took a step forward, and spoke naturally: "So it's..." He glanced at the small metal nameplate, "Mr. Kisaragi."

Slightly bowed, showing a humble student posture.

"who are you?"

Kyanoyan collected information about Kizukimine Mizu without any trace, and then did not answer his words, but first introduced to Sakunosuke Oda: "Oda-sensei, this is a famous Japanese painter, Mr. Kizukimine Mizu."

Turning around, he said to Kisaragi Minesui: "This Mr. Oda Sakunosuke is a novelist. I am a student of Oda-sensei. Recently, thanks to Kisaragi-sensei's paintings, I have solved my problem of lack of inspiration. It was a pleasant surprise to see you here."

It's the same as really knowing Ru Yuefengshui, but in fact, he didn't mention his specific paintings at all.

However, Kisaragi Minami calmed down, "I've never heard of Oda Sakunosuke."

It's a big problem to hear.After all, those who have heard this name may not have a good impression. Whether in the past or now, the work of Oda Sakunosuke is not something that makes people feel happy.

Kyono thought faintly

.

"It's a newcomer in the literary world," he said. "It's still rising steadily, and has attracted the attention of many people. Mr. Oda is still not used to it."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the old man who was still full of anger, and chatted with the boy after a while.From paintings to literature, the two seem to be able to chat about everything. When talking about Ruyuefengshui, it is too late to doubt the identities of the two people who do not have famous brands and are not waiters in the venue.

He looked at the boy's profile inquiringly.Can't see any flaws, it looks like it's easy to handle.

"Sensei Oda's work?"

Drawn back by the sound, Oda Sakunosuke opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer the question.

But Jing Yeyan said without a pause: "If you want to talk about the work that the teacher is proud of, it is the one that is about to be published recently, right?"

Soliciting looked at Oda Sakunosuke, as if what he said was true.

"......right."

Kyono nods in satisfaction.

He had always thought that Mr. Oda was not very good at these things, but he didn't expect to cooperate well.

Ru Yuefeng Shui: "What are you talking about?"

"It's about the 'war'..."

This topic not only aroused Kizuki Fengshui's interest, but also attracted the attention of a man wearing glasses passing by. As an editor of a publishing house, he was very interested in these, so he came over.

"How is it?"

"It's an elementary school teacher doing black market business..."

More and more people were attracted, they surrounded Oda Sakunosuke, no one cared whether he was wearing a name tag or not.

"Who is he?" someone asked.

That is Mr. Oda, a famous novelist.

A voice from nowhere said that.

"Oda-sensei? Which Oda-sensei?"

At first, everyone just asked the companions around them confusedly, but gradually, someone made a different voice.

"Ah, it's Mr. Oda, that super famous novelist, I know."

"I also remembered, I have seen his works before!"

"In that case, I also..."

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Oda Sakunosuke not only did not have any happy emotions, but felt a chill down his spine.The faces of everyone around were suddenly blurred, and everyone was like a programmed machine, roughly rubbed into the data that appeared out of thin air, and they seemed to take everything for granted.

He suddenly patrolled around, trying to find the person who disappeared by his side at some point.Finally, outside the crowd, he saw the figure.

It was as if a line was drawn in front of that person. There was noise on one side of the line, and silence on the other side, like two completely disjoint worlds.

Seeing Oda Sakunosuke's gaze, Kyono Yan nodded solemnly.

——I’ll leave it to you here, I’ll investigate elsewhere.

Kyono Yan wants to express this meaning.

But... why does Oda-san look so ugly?