Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 375 The Darkest Fifteen Seconds (Supplement 6·7)

"Mr. Fujiwara, you are so charming. Every book makes me want to put it down."

Fujiwara Xinghai smiled slightly and replied calmly:
  "Thank you for your like. I am just a traveler in my writing. I am very happy to meet readers who like me. This is your book. I have signed it for you. I hope you can find your own story in it. "

The girl opened the book and carefully observed Fujiwara Hoshikai's signature. She said happily:

"Mr. Fujiwara, your handwriting is so neat, and you also added blessings, which is so thoughtful!"

Fujiwara Hoshikai smiled slightly and said modestly:
  "Thank you for the compliment. I just hope that my readers can feel my sincerity and blessings. Please go slowly."

The next girl also came over and praised:
  "Mr. Fujiwara, you are so talented! Every book makes people fall into it and cannot extricate themselves."

Fujiwara Hoshikai took the book from her with a smile and replied gently:
  "Thank you for your like. I just write my own voice in words, hoping to resonate deep in the readers' hearts."

Another girl asked curiously:

"Mr. Fujiwara, when will your next mystery book be released? You won't be taking a break during this time, right?"

Fujiwara Xinghai smiled and replied:
  "I haven't started writing my next mystery book yet, but I already have an idea. However, this book has been signed for you, so please go slowly."

"Mr. Fujiwara is so handsome. Are you married?"

"Not yet. Please walk slowly."

"Does Mr. Fujiwara have any children?"

"Not yet. Thank you and please go slowly."

"Mr. Fujiwara, do you like animals?"

"I like it very much. Thank you and please go slowly."

"Mr. Fujiwara, do you like matcha?"

"I like it very much. Thank you and please go slowly."

Originally, Fujiwara waited patiently, but more and more people asked. And as the questions became more and more strange, he couldn't answer every sentence seriously, and an hour after the autograph session started, he became more and more impatient. Seeing that there were still so many people, he even thought of walking away.

When Fujiwara received the notice, the number of people attending the book signing was about 500.

However, through visual inspection Fujiwara felt that the number of people might not have quadrupled. The number of people was probably more than 2,000.

(They must be crazy about money. How can I sign with so many people? Even if I can sign, my hands will be useless)

However, Fujiwara was also very pleased to see so many people cheering for a novel that was not a mystery, and some readers even brought gifts.

After seeing that he was gradually becoming weak, Fujiwara silently activated the ripples to replenish himself.

Time passed little by little, and the readers disappeared little by little. As a result, Fujiwara became an autograph machine, signing autographs and congratulating people without raising his head.

When it was a girl's turn, Fujiwara saw that the girl had not handed over her book for a long time. Fujiwara looked up in confusion. A beautiful girl opposite him cautiously handed over a book and a notebook and said excitedly, "Mr. Fujiwara, I am your fan and also a mystery enthusiast. This is an original mystery book written by me. If you have a chance, can you take a look at it for me?"

After finishing her request, Shinmeika Hoshi looked at Fujiwara Hoshiumi nervously, her eyes full of pleading.

After recognizing the beautiful girl who appeared opposite the mystery novelist, Fujiwara frowned.

If I remember correctly, Shinaki Hori was the daughter of Shinmyo Rentaro, the author of the detective novel Zuomonji. She later became a mystery novelist due to her father's influence.

What puzzles Fujiwara is that since she has already started creating, why doesn't she ask her father to read it? And the most important thing is that she is also the intern editor of the publishing house that Fujiwara is currently contracted with. The two met at the publishing house yesterday. The other party was hesitant at that time, but it turned out that she wanted him to help her read the article. Fujiwara flipped through it casually in confusion, and then said, "Is it your own novel, miss? Okay, I will take a look at it carefully, but there is no need for Miss Xinming to choose this time. We met not long ago yesterday. ?"

"Hey, Mr. Fujiwara remembers me. I thought you didn't know me."

"We have met several times without saying much, and you are so good, miss. Don't worry, I will read it carefully when I go back."

"Thank you. You are such a good person. I'll go first. Besides, Mr. Fujiwara actually doesn't need to be so formal when signing. Writing like this is very strenuous. It's not impossible for you to be a little more casual. Don't tire yourself out. "

With the reminder of his new name Kaho Rei, Fujiwara Xinghai suddenly realized, yes, why didn't he think of it just now? It's so troublesome to write in a regular manner. It's better to imitate other people's rough strokes, which is much easier.

After waking up, Fujiwara was much more casual in dealing with the people behind him. What surprised him was that even though he wrote down his name until he couldn't recognize him, he didn't say anything about him, but continued to praise him for his talent.

It seems that they may not care whether I write carefully or not, as long as I can chat with the author they like.

After understanding the most basic needs of readers, Fujiwara focused on communicating with readers. As for signing, just draw and draw.

When it was Sonoko's turn, Fujiwara still signed his name and blessing very seriously.

After getting the book, Yuanzi held it in his arms with joy on his face, and said jokingly, "Can I shake the author's hand?"

"Ah? It should be okay." Fujiwara Xinghai hesitantly stretched out his hand and held it with Sonoko.

The girl's hands felt slender and smooth to Fujiwara.

"It should be fine."

Sonoko held Fujiwara Hoshikai's hand tightly and felt the warmth from his palm. Her mood suddenly became happy and excited, as if her dream of being in close contact with her idol came true.

The gentle touch made her feel happy.
  "I hope that Mr. Xinghai will continue to write better and more interesting books."

After saying that, Yuanzi covered her face with her hands and ran away with a shy look.

"Next one." Fujiwara smiled at Xiaolan.

To be honest, he really didn't expect Sonoko and the others to come.

After signing, seeing Xiaolan hesitate to speak, Fujiwara joked, "What, Xiaolan also wants to shake hands?"

Xiaolan nodded sheepishly and reached out her hand. Fujiwara had no choice but to shake it symbolically.

The girl's hands are not as delicate and smooth as those of the eldest lady, but instead have many rough marks. After all, she has been doing housework of washing and cooking since she was seven years old.
  "Thank you for your patronage, please walk slowly."

After sending Xiaolan away, the remaining people saw that they could shake hands with the author, and they all offered to shake hands.

After this operation, Fujiwara felt like he was a Chinese medicine doctor checking someone else's pulse.

Of course, this is risky. When Fujiwara stood up and handed over the signed book, a fan took advantage of his unstable center of gravity and directly pressed Fujiwara's head into her arms, trying to make Fujiwara listen to her voice.

Fujiwara felt that his eyes were filled with white flowers, and the whole world suddenly fell into darkness.

Fifteen seconds later, security arranged by the event party quickly cleared the irrational fan from the mall.

When the editor on the side also came over to ask Fujiwara if he was injured, Fujiwara silently took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the nosebleed, and said calmly:

"No injuries, just a little angry. Go ahead, I can still sign."

(End of this chapter)