My sister can't be Ying Li Li

Gongxian Yihe felt bored and looked for fun for himself.

China's air pollution reaches Japan. Beijing's sandstorms cause epidemics in Tokyo.

I can't stop crying. It's all China's fault.

I like Taiwan, and I'm considering adding a Taiwanese girl to the new volume of IS. Although the topic is a bit sensitive (laughs), in my setting, Taiwan is an independent country.

Britain, France... are all in the protagonist's class, and there is a Chinese one in the second class next door.

This guy is a typical anti-China faction who is not afraid to smear China with the deepest malice.

Being politically correct from a Japanese perspective may help him gain a group of like-minded fans. Hanabi felt angrier than ever before. A pair of cold hands smoothed his eyebrows.

Hanabi asked in surprise: Mashiro?

Hanabi looks angry, don't. Mashiro said softly.

Thank you. Hanabi said seriously with a warm heart, But this time, I will fight back hard no matter what.

Things that can't be forgotten, things that don't want to be forgotten. Maybe I can never go back, maybe I have to be a Japanese-Russian mixed race for the rest of my life. Living in what some people call a paradise abroad, accepting the impact of different cultures, and supporting their families in opportunistic ways.

I really... really like my country.

I will accompany Hanabi. Mashiro seemed to feel Hanabi's belief and painted with 100% effort.

Hanabi typed at high speed, turning the anger that had nowhere to vent into words: Do you know China? Have you ever been to China? Use ignorance as a source of conversation and vulgarity as a joke. Your self-righteous humor will only discredit the Japanese. I never I have never seen such a shameless person! I am deeply ashamed to travel with you.

These words scolded the great writer to pieces, escalating the conflict to a fever pitch.

Enzi contacted Hanabi and asked him to delete his tweets, saying emphatically: A light novelist should not have a political stance, as it may lose potential readers. This is the publisher's and my personal advice.

Then let me become the first left-wing light novelist. Hanabi sneered.

Yuanzi couldn't resist him, so he sighed secretly and asked: No matter what, the publisher has put great expectations into Five Seconds. It also passed the review at the meeting. Are there any requirements on the release time?

Ayase Hanabi is a newcomer, so even if she has potential, she won't get this kind of treatment. However, teachers Kasumi Shiko and Shiina Mashiro joined in, and Yuanzi intervened.

Yuanzi thought: Could it be that...this man is deliberately taking advantage of the situation? Shiyu, do you really know your disciple?

Hanabi said without hesitation: It's scheduled to be on the same day as Yumizuru Isuka's new book.

This time, Mars really hit the Earth.

On the eve of the decisive battle, Hanabi and Shiyu talked on the phone. She talked about trivial things, including the daily life of the game production department.

Hanabi asked, Are you nervous?

Shiyu took a deep breath and said calmly: Don't underestimate me. After all, I am a writer who has sold hundreds of thousands of copies. I am worried about you... our works. Don't forget, half of them are my hard work.

(In case of failure, you will lose face and continue writing!)

To be precise, it's one-third, and there are Mashiro's illustrations. Hanabi corrected, Shiha, it's a wonderful experience to write with you. I have never regretted getting to know you, and I believe that we wrote the famous poem together. A piece of work that I’m proud of.”

On the other end of the phone, Shi Yu covered her mouth, her eyes were sore but she said calmly: Don't say sensational words casually, stupid disciple! Speaking of which, those words you wrote in the preface... It turns out that 'Bungou Stray Dogs' was not a whim. curse.

What should we do when human ideals are inconsistent with reality? Everyone is fighting to know the correct way to survive. Why fight? How to survive? No one will tell you the answer. Can we have I'm just confused. I'm running aimlessly toward the depths of the ditch.

— Like a muddy wild dog.

Hanabi gently opened the sample book and saw this written on the title page. He read to Shiyu with a smile. The night breeze is slightly cool, and outside the window is Tokyo, which is glowing with neon lights and reveling in the excitement.

I'm ready to be a wild dog.

Roaring at the rotten literary world.

It seems that you are almost ready to join the army. From now on, we will be fighting partners side by side. When we first meet, I am Kasumi Shiko. Shiyu smiled playfully.

A moment, a moment of fireworks blooming.

The author has something to say:

Bungou Stray Dogs. ——Bungou Stray Dogs

Chapter 049 Celebration Banquet

Izumi Sagiri is an ordinary junior high school girl. At this moment, she encountered the darkest moment in her life.

My mother remarried and she and my stepfather died during their honeymoon. When the bad news came, Sagiri felt cold all over. As soon as she changed her habit of squatting at home and fled in embarrassment, she wanted to stay away from this sad place. The girl stood on the streets of Tokyo, at a loss. The crowd shunted away from her, as if she was out of tune with the whole world.

A huge poster was posted in a bookstore on the roadside. The cherry blossoms in the painting bring a touch of warmth. Sagiri couldn't help but walked in and found this book - Five Centimeters per Second on the popular bookshelf.

She was first attracted by beautiful illustrations, and her mother is also an amazing illustrator. Gradually, Sagiri is immersed in the world constructed by the novel. This is a love story and has nothing to do with the girl's state of mind. However, when Sagiri read the protagonist's confession, it was like going through a lonely spiritual journey.

“Just living, sad things keep piling up.”

How fast do I have to move forward to meet you again?

Sagiri's mother's voice and smile appeared in her mind, and she slowly squatted down, covering her face and crying.

The clerk hesitated: That... little sister?

I will buy it, so...let me stay for a while. Sagiri choked up and finally stopped her tears.

The clerk breathed a sigh of relief and chatted with a smile: Five Seconds sold very well on the first day it was put on the shelves, but it is still rare for customers to be moved to tears like you. Lucky for you, this is the last book today.

Sagiri looked at the cover again. The author column read Kasumi Shiko \u0026 Setsuna. The slogan also uses the two teachers working together to create a new product as a gimmick.

Kasumi Shiko's Metronome of Love is selling very well. This love style must also be created by the teacher. It is also admirable that he does not forget to guide his disciples. The clerk said with excitement, And with the two teachers The level of Gong Xian Yihe who plays in the ring is very average.

The clerk curled his lips. The bookshelf opposite is filled with Bowstring's new work - Combat Field after Class - which no one cares about. Sagiri turned over it curiously and immediately lost interest. The cliché otaku novel is far inferior to the spiritual impact of Five Seconds.

(Setsuna, Kasumi Shiko...what kind of person are they?)

Sagiri hugged the book and planted a seed in her heart.

Scenes like this are happening in various bookstores in Tokyo.

In the Immortal River Library, all the editors held their breath, waiting for the statistics to come out.

The sales volume on the first day was...

Breaking 80,000?

So there is a chance of hitting 500,000 copies in the first week? Are we going to witness the birth of a million total sales?!

It's simply a miracle. Those two young authors have just written their second book, right? Are they about to reach the millionaire level?

Machida Enzi was so happy that she accepted the envy and praise from her colleagues. Only editor Tanaka, who had rejected Hanabi at the beginning, was so irritated that he scratched his bald head.

If he was the one with the discerning eye to recognize talent...it's a pity that he didn't.