Reborn as a fox

Chapter 122
This is a room full of gloomy atmosphere.

It looks like a study, but it's a bit like a magazine.Although the summer sun outside was extremely bright, there was a sense of tranquility inside.

There was a girl in the room with sun-kissed blond hair, but it was tied very tacky in two shofar braids and hung casually on both sides of her head.She is not tall, about 1.5 meters six.

At this time, she was very reluctantly holding several books as thick as dictionaries, and put them on the low table in front of her with difficulty.

"Huh, I'm so tired..." When the book slammed down on the bench, the girl stood up straight, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a job that the girl repeats every day, because the boss who is hiding behind the mountain of books on the table at this moment said that he will come and read it.God knows if that weird boss will really watch.

But obviously the girl didn't care much about it.So, when today's task was completed, she chose a small stool and sat down on her own.

Girls like to read books, which can be seen from her concentrated expression after holding up the book.

"Yo, Emily..."

Suddenly, an abrupt sound came from behind the mountain-like desks by the window not far away.

The girl seemed to be frightened and trembled all over, and the book fell from her hand to the ground with a clatter.

"Yes, yes, sir..."

It was too late to pick up the book, and the girl stood up abruptly, then looked at the desk with a slightly nervous expression, and replied in a flustered tone, "Yes, do you have any instructions, sir?"

"Have the books I want already been moved?" The voice came from behind the desk full of books.

"Yes, all of them have been taken down." The girl calmed down and replied softly.

"Oh……"

Hearing this, the person behind the desk pondered for a while, and then continued, "Then clean the floor."

"Cleaned up, sir."

"..." At this time, after hearing the girl's reply, there was a moment of silence behind the desk.

The girl waited for a while, and found that the other party didn't seem to have any orders.So he turned his body slightly, intending to pick up the book that fell at his feet.

However, just as he was bending over, there was another sound from behind the desk.

"Yo, Emily, what are you doing?"

"Pick up the book, sir." The girl was startled, and immediately picked up the book on the ground with her hands, and then quickly hid it behind her back.

"Book?"

"Yes, sir, my book."

"yours?"

"Yes, sir."

The girl answered as concisely as possible, trying not to arouse the other party's interest.

But it seemed to have the opposite effect. At this time, I only heard the latter continue to ask, "Oh, the book is yours. So, Elemi, can you tell me what are you reading?" book?"

The girl opened her mouth in embarrassment.

"It's just a very ordinary novel, sir." Finally, the girl lied.

"Oh, it's just a very ordinary novel." The person behind the desk seemed to have a weird temperament, and a lot had been exposed in the simple conversation with the girl.

For example, I like to repeat what the other party has said, such as the frequent use of modal particles, such as the perverse tone in the speech that is not annoying...

"Hey, Emily..." Suddenly, the other party's voice came from behind the desk again.

"Yes, sir, what are your orders?"

"Can you show me your book?"

"..." However, after hearing the words, the girl suddenly fell silent.

Suddenly, something felt wrong in my heart.Because, the voice coming from behind the desk was too clear, as if it was whispering in the ears.

In response, the girl raised her head curiously.

Suddenly, I felt a shock in my heart.

"First, sir, you, why did you come out suddenly?..." the girl stammered.

And who would it be if the person standing in front of her at this moment wasn't her own boss with the attributes of the ultimate otaku?

I saw a man with a melon-shaped face, a slender figure, black hair over his shoulders, and a pair of rimless glasses on his straight nose. A gloomy atmosphere.

He lowered his head and took a slight look at the girl who seemed very nervous. When he noticed the book hidden behind the girl, a half-smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh..." He moaned.

Then he said softly to himself, "Knights and princesses? Oh, so it's this kind of book..."

After speaking, the man paused, then organized his words slightly, and continued, "This kind of bean sprouts is like adding a whole vinegar, except for the extremely pungent sourness, I will never smell such a book again. There is no other taste."

At this time, as if unwilling to accept the man's undisguised contempt, the girl immediately retorted, "No, sir, this is the sourness of love..."

"Oh..." The man groaned again, with a rather strange expression on his face.

Suddenly, another solid state sprouted and said, "Yo, Emily, I remember you said you wanted to write a book, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir, it is my dream."

"So, Emily, do you want to write this kind of story between a knight and a princess?"

"Yes, sir." The girl raised her head proudly.

Hearing this, the man seemed to have some interest in it, "An unexpected and very interesting idea, so, Emily, how will you write your story..."

"I haven't figured it out yet, sir." The girl lowered her head apologetically, and said softly, "To be honest, sir, I don't even know how to write this story..."

"Oh..." The man let out a surprised sound.

Then I thought for a while, then turned around and took out a transparent crystal ball from the desk drawer, then glanced at the girl, and said softly, "Emily, now, try to get you out of the peeping crystal ball." Write what you see into your story, I think it will be a lot easier for you to write."

"However, I have to tell you, Emily, the novel comes from life, but it is higher than life, so you are not only writing a story, but also your thinking about the world."

"Yes, sir. However, I haven't found the ideal protagonist yet."

"Oh, Emily..." The man let out a long sigh.

The girl giggled, and then concentrated on looking at the image in the crystal ball.

At this time, the angle of view of the video mainly focused on a white-haired boy.

"It looks cold, but in fact it is warm-hearted, handsome and cold, can he be the protagonist of your story?"

The girl shook her head.

Suddenly, the image of the crystal ball flickered, and then the perspective focused on a boy with short black hair.

"Introverted and upright temperament, excellent grades, good looks, and aristocratic status, can he be the protagonist of your story?"

The girl shook her head.

……

The image in the crystal ball changed again and again.

Finally, the perspective focused on a half-orc boy with fox ears.

In the picture, the boy is holding a transparent plastic bag containing many goldfish in his hand, looking at the red-haired girl in front of him with a smile.

"Oh, Emily, have you decided yet?"

"Yes, sir."

"why?"

"Because, this is the feeling of my childhood sweetheart." The girl shifted her eyes from the crystal ball to the man, and explained with a smile.

"I see." The man nodded.

"But, Emily. You should know that when our point of view changes, everyone can be the protagonist. You have to take every character you write seriously. Maybe you think you are making a story, but maybe This story is true."

"..." The girl blinked, a little horrified by the man's sensational remarks.

"Yo, Emily. You know, you're the main character too."

After saying this, the man showed a meaningful smile to the girl, then turned and walked towards the desk full of books.

(End of this chapter)