After leaving the bookstore "Bed and Bed", Shinji Harano walked home alone.

The sunset in the evening is particularly long, perhaps due to the seasonal changes, and the time of day has quietly been extended.

Walking on the road paved with the red glow of Qian, I walked to the Maruba Apartment in about ten minutes.

When I went upstairs, I met the apartment administrator, Kuroda Sang, who asked for rent last time, was a bald middle-aged man with a kind face.

"Good afternoon, Kurodasan."

Shinji Harano greeted the other party as usual, but when the other party heard the sound, his face shook unnaturally.

"Ah, good afternoon, Yuanye San."

"Have you eaten?"

Although Shinji Harano doesn’t like to communicate with strangers, proper communication is still necessary. In a human society, you must naturally learn to exchange basic greetings.

Kuroda Kubo had a forced smile on his face, but the smile was a little unnatural. He also asked in a gentle voice according to his words: "I haven't eaten it yet, I'm going to go now. Have you eaten it?"

"I'm going home to make some cooking."

"Then I won't bother you anymore. I happened to have something to do, so I'll say goodbye first."

"OK."

The two of them just exchanged some casual greetings in the stairs, and the other party quickly found a reason and left.

But no matter how I look at my departure, I feel a little quick, and my eyes look at me, and I also seem to be a little afraid.

Standing there and thinking for a while, he probably knew the reason.

It was nothing more than the last time I fought in the apartment. To be honest, the scene at that time was indeed a bit scary.

At least for the rare violent incidents, the scene of armed gangs fighting and sprinkling blood on the corridor is enough to make other witnesses afraid.

In fact, Shinji Harano has discovered these days. When he occasionally meets his neighbors, the other party seems to deliberately walk around him, and sometimes he will lower his head to reduce his presence.

It is obvious that his infamy is considered to be under a tree in the apartment building.

The news that happened at that time was indeed a bit loud. Red paint and the blood of the gangsters were sprinkled all over the floor, and two groups of police officers were dispatched to arrive one after another. It is very likely that people would not know.

Shinji Harano doesn't care about other people's gazes, and notoriety is better than being weak and powerless.

If you listen to the wind, there are too many people who can keep you awake.

Sometimes it is also a good thing to abandon the voices of the outside world.

Lift up the stairs and prepare supper first.

Take off his shoes at the entrance, Shinji Harano opened the window first.

The breeze with a slight scent of fireworks blew in from the window frame, which smelled very reassuring.

He took off his coat and hung it on the wooden rack in the living room, took out the paper bag envelope in his pocket.

He stared at the thick envelope for a while.

"Let it go first."

Shinji Harano pinched the envelope in his hand, and finally walked to the side of the bed, solemnly tucked under the bedding.

This is where he stored important items, and his mother's envelope was also placed here.

Perhaps some spiritual origins of the flower planting family still exist, and putting them under the pillow will make you feel subconsciously safe.

After all this, Shinji Harano looked at the time and casually made a supper for himself in the kitchen.

Dinner was a discounted lunchbox that I put in the refrigerator yesterday.

The taste of pork chop rice is barely acceptable.

After dinner, the night finally came quietly, and the lights of lights outside the windows were reflected.

Shinji Harano sat in front of the square table again, placed his phone on the edge of the table, lifted up the slightly old laptop, and had orange soda with standard codes on hand.

The computer screen emits a hazy light, and you can use the mouse to open the familiar word document.

The dense characters of manuscripts were immediately revealed.

"Didn't you just coded yesterday? Why do you still have to code today?"

Creating passion is a very metaphysical thing, and state can be said to be the top priority.

Sometimes when inspiration comes like a diaper, maybe I don’t care if I sit for a few hours, but even if I just go to the toilet, it may be boring after I come back.

What's more, the time after the creative passion is over, it is difficult to have inspiration besides the motivation to pay.

But this is not the reason why Shinji Harano was lazy today.

Even if the quality of the creation today is a little worse, you cannot lose your daily creation habits. At worst, just modify it according to the prompt box later.

Once the gap is opened, it is difficult to resist being lazy.

Shinji Harano resisted the urge to not pick up his phone, and did not go to the forum websites to kill time.

The chat group is poor for three generations, and the manuscripts are high, rich and handsome.

His fingers gently stroked the smooth chocolate keyboard, his eyes fixed on the chapter left by yesterday, and he thought for a while before starting to write.

He has already written the book "The Great Miss" to the second volume, and now it is almost the end of the second volume. It can be said that as long as he finishes writing and publishes it today, the library can start preparing to publish the second volume.

Of course, this process will definitely be delayed. After all, the printing of the first volume is still in progress, and it seems that the second release will be launched tomorrow.

Even if the number of words has reached the point where the second volume can be published, it will take at least nearly half a month to publish it. This is the fastest time that the overlap library focuses on.

It is also the result of communication between Shinji Harano and Chihira Mura.

Things like publishing quickly passed through his mind because he was concentrating on his creation at this time, dealing with the end of the second volume.

The fingers flexibly leaps around the keyboard, and lines of handwriting continue to emerge.

"I am Natsume Sawaki, a light novel writer and a student."

"Although my brain does not have a trace of wrinkle in learning, and even wrinkle-removing women cry enviously when they see it, they are still very talented and talented in light novels."

"With my parents' failure in the high school entrance examination, I went to high school and started a new chapter in my life's novel industry. Just when I thought I would live a stable life, a girl broke into my life."

"Although we have only known each other for more than a month, many things have happened between us, and the richness is even more exciting than the novels I wrote."

"My right hand finally became a girl at night, but finally got the fragrance on the girl's body and skin, although I was confused at that time."

"But those are not the point. The point is that I was riding a bicycle carrying her, and she seemed to confess to me just now?"

"Natsuze Tree, who was riding a bicycle, was silent. She looked at the sunset beside the sky, felt the breeze passing by her ears, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "Student Xiaoshan...what did you say just now?"

『“I said I like you.”』

"So... aren't you kidding?"

『“Do you dislike me as the daughter of the Taoist school?”

『“No, I didn’t dislike it, just…”』

"If you don't marry me in the future, I'll find someone to chop you off and feed you to the fish!"

"I didn't speak when I got the exact answer, but just looked back at Shinoyama Tsumi on the seat of the car behind me. She also noticed her gaze, just glared at herself fiercely, and then bit her neck through her clothes."

"She bites very harder, and she is even harder than the last time she bit her lip. I can be sure that there are definitely tooth marks, and the pain suddenly surges strongly."

"But before I could scream out in pain, I felt my back suddenly being crowded by Luan Feng, and my white arms wrapped around my waist, and her head was buried deep in my shoulders."

"I seemed to understand something, and I didn't speak anymore, but just felt the temperature behind me, and even the pain just now disappeared."

"She didn't say anything anymore, she just hugged her tighter."

"I rode my bicycle slowly on the street by the sea, feeling the soft hands that were held around my waist and the indescribable figures that could be touched by my back. Xiaoshan and I were bathed in the light of the sunset."

"Under the setting sun, youth is flowing."
Chapter completed!