"It would be great if I could be a copywriter (

"There isn't even a decent reason... to blame the editor, it will definitely make you scolded."

"..."

The trembling egg always shivered.

Then he regained his spirits, "Then...Teacher Sansan, you teach me, how can you fool me?"

"How can I teach you? The books I have at a certain point are large in quantity and high in quality, and I have never delayed updating them."

Sansan put on an expression of "I don't understand what you are talking about", boasting and refusing.

"...Also, don't call me teacher thank you for this kind of thing, you have to know, I am an active author..."

"..." Egg always scratched his head by himself.

"In that case, I can only tell the editor in charge that I am in a state where I can't code words."

"It's like saying?" Sansan raised his eyebrows.

Dan always gave a serious example: "I went to the bank, but unfortunately I was taken hostage by the bank kidnappers."

"Uh, if this is the case, the kidnappers will give you time to contact the edit code report?"

"Then what can I do..." Dan always froze, "Why don't you say that? My sister was kidnapped, and the kidnappers demanded a ransom from me. I have to cover my eyes and collect money. Now is not the time for code words..."

"Punch!" Sansan was suddenly happy.

"What are you laughing at?" Total Dan's expression solidified.

"I didn't laugh...poof, hahaha." Tactically backwards.

"You are obviously laughing at me! You never stopped!"

"President Dan, I have received professional training, no matter how funny I am, I won't laugh...unless I can't help it..."

Sansan smiled happily.

"...Also, you don't have a sister at all, do you?"

"It's not important, I can just find a girl to confess."

"Huh? You don't have any female friends at all, do you?"

A casual sentence became a knowing blow to him.

The egg always fell into a long silence.

After a long time, he lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, spit out a turbid smoke ring, and looked at Sansan with deep meaning:

"Why don't you try it on women's clothing?"

Thirty-three:"???"

wdnmd.

Let me wear women's clothing for those who have wives and daughters. You really belong to you.

"Anyway, don't think about some of these, and the time for nonsense is not as good as codewords."

"So, it's impossible to finish the code! This is not trying to delay. Good evening I can have a drink with you."

"Forget it, I will call Su Chen and tell him not to use it at night, and someone is in a hurry to rush the manuscript."

Sansan took out the phone.

"do not--!"

The egg always shoveled over and hugged Sansan's thigh again.

"It's really rare for everyone to have time today. You must not ruin this opportunity, otherwise others will feel that I have turned my back and feel unhappy."

"There are so many farts..." Sansan was speechless, putting away the phone.

"Forget it, you can leave this alone and think of a solution..."

"If there is no code word, I will go back first."

"Also, Mr. Dan, I advise you to do it yourself. For the rest of the day, don't waste your energy thinking about things that don't make much sense. You can write one more word, concentrate on writing, you know?"

"..." General Dan collapsed his shoulders in depression, "Why are you the same as mine...?"

"This is for your own good."

Sansan sighed and was about to open the door and leave the box.

The door suddenly opened by itself, and a man in a suit with a terrible expression entered the box.

It looks alive like a gangster who comes to seek revenge.

"Hey, wait, what are you doing?"

Sansan was startled by the ferocious young man.

"Ah, sorry."

The man apologized to Sansan, "I am the editor in charge of the fool inside, the whisper of Lightning Strike Library."

It turns out that this man is the editor who is afraid of Dan...

Sansan cleared the way for the other party, and looked intently and whispered.

It looks like a vicious underworld, but in fact, it is just the tone of an ordinary office worker, and there should be no problem.

He is well aware of the truth that people can't show their appearances.

Qingyu didn't care about Sansan's sight, he glared at Dan.

The latter is like a mouse seeing a cat, a pickpocket sees a policeman, and a derailed mistress sees a private detective. They are extremely shocked.

"Why, why would you know that I am here...?"

"Hehe, in order to prevent you from escaping, I set your mobile phone to GPS tracking mode during the last meeting." Qingyu faintly explained to the panicked Chief Dan.

Egg always opened his mouth: "What?! Are you tampering with my mobile phone without authorization? This kind of behavior is a crime!"

"If it is for the smooth publication of light novels, then even crimes are not hesitated-this is the job of editors."

"You are the one who meows Matsuzaka sugar too much, right?" The egg always wiped his sweat.

Whispering ignoring him, he continued to say gloomily: "Besides, don't you know? As long as you are not discovered by Jing Cha, it is not a crime."

"I'm going to call the police, really." The egg always wanted to cry without tears.

Looking at the way these two people get along, Sansan also feels that this editor is a bit too much... Or is this an alternative embodiment of friendship between light novel writers and light novel editors?

One author and one editor met again.

Now that things have been revealed, the egg always breaks into the jar.

"You're great to find here...but unfortunately, I only wrote half of the manuscript of the fifth volume of "Listen to Dad"!"

"Today is the deadline. It is impossible to write half a volume in one day, so...you know what I mean?"

Prime Minister Egg was not straightforward and strong, so he simply exposed himself and acted as a hob meat.

Qingyu's eyes narrowed into a line.

"So...you are brave?"

"Please! I'm super brave!"

Snapped--!

Whispering softly grabbed the hand of Mr. Dan.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Since I haven't finished it yet, I can force you to write it out and follow me."

With the other hand, he packed the computer baggage for Mr. Dan with dexterity, whispered a calm face, and escorted Mr. Dan like a prisoner.

"You, where do you want to take me?" Dan always flustered, "Couldn't... you want to catch me to retreat, right?"

"Yes."

The quiet and whispered answer made the total egg face fear.

"It was the hotel retreat under the Lightning Strike Library package, right? I was there last time..."

"Don't be silly, how can ordinary retreats teach you a lesson in dealing with your felons? This time we are going to the underground dark room of the library of lightning strikes." Qingyu sneered.

Lightning strikes the little black house in the library.

This is not a joke, but a real prison.

The biggest nightmare of drag authors.

Egg always had the honor to witness that room two years ago.

——Pure white walls, in the small room there are only toilets and beds, and desks and chairs for writers to work.

And an old-fashioned computer ten years ago. There is no internet, and there is nothing except typing and minesweeper.

So at this moment, hearing the words of the little black house, I can't help but awaken the dusty black memories in Mr. Dan's heart again, and... witnessing the fear of other authors being dominated by the little black house.

He couldn't help groaning:

"Ah, ah, no! I don't want to be locked in a small black room alone! Help Sansan! Are we friends?"

"..." Sansan shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands out, expressing her helplessness.

Dan always continued to struggle wildly: "Ahhhh, let me go! You demon editor! Even if my body will surrender to you...but my heart will never be shaken!"

"I don't care if your heart is shaken, as long as you can drive me out of the manuscript."

As if he was carrying a chicken, his calm hand controlled the struggling egg.

Although he is not tall, short, fat, or thin, his body is very strong.

Usually too lazy to exercise, the weak and weak, the dead house egg chief has no counterattack at all.

Just when he was dragging the egg to leave, he suddenly turned to face Sansan.

"Sir, are you... a friend of Mr. Dan?"

"It's..."

Three or three nodded, "Although I don't want to admit this shameful fact."

Seeing Sansan uttering lines that can only be spoken by a very close friend, he whispered with a cheerful expression, and took out his business card from his pocket and said:

"This is my phone call... Mr. Dan may still make a stupid thing to drag the manuscript and run away in the future. Please be sure to contact me as soon as possible."

Hand in the business card to Sansan, and lightly scratched his cheek with his free hand.

"If the publication cannot be carried out smoothly...As editors, it will be difficult for us to do it."

"Ok."

Sansan stared at the egg sympathetically for a while, and then nodded in agreement.

"I will pay for the use of the box. You can stay here and enjoy it slowly."

"This is not necessary. If you are alone, you really don't have any mood to sing..."

"Well."

Whispering, turning around, pulling and shouting, "Let go of me! Help!" The struggling egg always left the box.

Sansan, who watched the farce ending, also quickly collected their business cards and left the scene.

After looking for time, he called Su Chen and briefly recounted what happened in the morning.

Su Chen on the other end of the phone was surprised: "You said that the egg was always caught by his editor after Karaoke, and then dragged away?"

"Yeah, that guy called it miserable."

"Have you taken a picture?"

"Ah? What?" Trinity was stunned.

"Photos! Pictures of miserable eggs always struggling in the box! Aren't you missing them?" Su Chen's tone sounded a little regretful.

"Ah this, Chairman Su, what kind of nasty taste are you..."

"Haha, no joke..." Su Chen smiled.

"I'll call Thunderstrike Library and ask. If there is still time before the dead line of Dan, I will redeem him first. If I don't have time, forget it, let him work hard in the small dark room—"

"Thank you, chairman."

"You're polite, and, let's change the title, there is no need for friends to see each other like this."

Sansan replied in a great tone: "Good chairman, I know the chairman!"

Su Chen: "..."

He also said that he has a bad taste...

Sansan, your own bad taste is not small.

after lunch.

Su Chen who took the time to make a call calmly and chatted with the boss of Thunderstrike Library.

I learned from the other party that the true death line of Mr. Egg is actually half a month away.

In other words, the worst case is the delivery in March. If it is delayed, it will be the real **** dead line. Even if Su Chen comes forward at that time, it will not be able to track the progress of the publishing industry.

After learning this information, he was relieved.

Sixty thousand words in half a month... Generally speaking, if you don't delay, it will definitely be a piece of cake.

But considering the issue of love, it doesn’t seem good to just go in and redeem the other party...

Let the little black house’s egg always work under the environmental bonus for a while, and wait until 3 o’clock in the afternoon before letting the other person come out and attend the party without delay.

then.

After Su Chen made the decision.

The egg chief, who was imprisoned in the small black room, had been writing for six full hours before he was liberated.

When he came out early, he almost had no tears.

The world outside is so beautiful.

Being alive is really a thing for Sparassi.

It only took a short ten minutes to walk from the publishing house to the apartment. Even though the scenery along the way could not be more familiar, you can see that everything is so brilliant in the eyes of Mr. Dan, who just came out of the small black house.

After a long absence, in the evening, when he finally saw Sansan's familiar face again at the party, Dan always exhaled greatly.

"Thirty-three--!"

He gave Sansan a bear hug affectionately.

"You must have informed Su Chen for me? Must be?"

"...I knew the love between us hadn't disappeared yet!"

Three or three effortlessly, Bara pushed away the head of the egg, his eyelids flickered: "Don’t get me wrong, it’s just to gather people. Chairman Su said, if necessary, the next day Lightning Strike Library can invite you to the little black room. sit."

Chief Egg: "..."

I always feel that the meaning of this wine bureau has become heavy.

After eating and drinking, the next day I went into the small black room...

what is this?

The last supper?

"Forget it, the little black house is the little black house..."

Dan always looked depressed.

But to be honest, sitting here and gathering with a few old friends for a long time, no matter how tense his situation is~lightnovelpub.net~, he is still very happy.

After a few minutes, Bai Yu and Mingyou also arrived at the meeting place.

After the two went into the private room, they took out the Valentine's Day gifts that had been prepared.

"We brought you Valentine's Day beer."

Bai Yu took out several black wine bottles and handed them to the two.

Egg always fiddling with curiosity: "There is chocolate in it?"

"No, it's the flavor of baked malt into chocolate, which is dark beer... It's perfect for giving away on Valentine's Day."

The four chatted leisurely while waiting for the last guest.

After chatting, Su Chen soon arrived.

"Everyone was very happy talking."

He came in with a paper bag.

"Wow! Waiting for a long time, great benefactor!"

The egg is always active like a husky, happily welcoming Su Chen's arrival.

"This is...?" He took the paper bag in Su Chen's hand.

"Thunderstrike Library handed me the chocolate for Valentine's Day, and the reader gave it to the popular light novelist-an egg."

The heavy paper bag opened, and there were so many chocolates in it that there was no way to count them, and many of them were accompanied by fan letters.

When Egg always saw it, he immediately showed off with a terrible attitude of locomotive, and he was happy like a Corgi.

Make everyone's cheeks twitch frequently.

no matter what……

The banquet officially kicked off after the five members of the trouble-making brigade gathered.

Today, four years later, the relationship is still good, and the few people who have been in close contact with each other all show their heartfelt smiles.

Dang always laughs, he is good at sarcasm of the former Sansan, Bai Yu is cold outside and hot inside, and he is full of personality.

The wine glasses collided over the dining table full of delicious food...

"Brothers! Happy Valentine's Day!"

——May our friendship last forever.

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