Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

"Cousin, you can also talk about Mr. Bai, don't you think he is too much?"

"...excessive?"

The corner of Okano Yoshiko's mouth twitched.

That's because you don't know after handover editing.

It took Bai Fan a whole month to remember the name of the new editor, Yoshiko Okano, who called and communicated almost every day.

This man only spends brain power to memorize things and people who are interested in him.

And Misako Sakurai is obviously not in this ranks.

It has to be said that people tend to lose their composure when they drink alcohol, and Misako Sakurai naturally did not escape this ugly behavior.

"Speaking of which, Teacher Bai is only eighteen years old, and he can't even drink alcohol, puff puff——"

Sakurai Misako, who made a strange sound at the end of the sentence, drank the glass of sake and said with a drunken eye.

"This, this is not acceptable. The writer of the Kanban board of MJ Wenshe is actually a minor. What kind of adult can't even drink alcohol?"

"It makes sense, I want to drink too!"

Bai Fan slapped the table loudly, with a displeased expression on his face.

"Do you look down on me as a minor? Look down on me born after 00? Let me tell you, I will kill you born after 00 today."

Yes, you can't discriminate against me because I'm a cute post-00s, and don't give me alcohol.

Bai Fan at this moment represents all post-00s judging the unfair treatment of post-90s.

"No... that, Mr. Bai, this year is 2017, you are 18 years old, you are actually born in the 90s."

"Huh? Is that so?! Then I, the post-90s generation, will kill the post-80s generation here today, and I will represent all the post-90s generation to judge the unfair treatment of the post-80s generation!"

Bai Fan cried out as if startled.

"..." Misako Sakurai.

"..." Yoshiko Gangano.

Ah... sometimes I really don't know how to communicate with this guy.

Okano Ryoko sighed deeply, immediately drank a glass of sake, and began to communicate with the author in a serious manner.

"Teacher Bai, speaking of which, how is the revision of your shortlisted novels going? Our editors have roughly overhauled the works of all the shortlisted novel authors twice."

"Well, even the author on my side has already started to revise it for the second time."

Sakurai Misako nodded.

To be honest, she was also a little curious about the modification of Bai Fan's author's novel.

You must know that the category of horror novels is basically in competition with other categories of novels.

If it can be done beautifully, it is estimated that the promotional resources that tend to be classified into horror novels will increase a lot.

This is a good thing for editors.

"No, no, no, I'm drunk, I'm drunk."

Bai Fan's face was flushed, his eyes were slightly drunk, and his body was shaking.

"Mr. Bai, what you drink should be fruit juice." Misako Sakurai looked at the orange juice in Bai Fan's hand.

That should be juice, right?

It can be seen that Bai Fan is already drunk to the point of death, that calm appearance makes Misako Sakurai feel that

"Could it be wine disguised as fruit juice?"

"...Teacher Bai, don't pretend. You used this trick in the last party and the last party, and it was almost always when someone asked you about your work."

"Tsk."

Bai Fan smacked his mouth.

The drunken blush on his face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As early as the period of endless reminders and escapes, Bai Fan was able to control his facial state.

As long as he is lying, he will feel that what he is telling is true.

But this trick didn't work in front of Yoshiko Okano.

After all, this trick has been used many times in front of Yoshiko Okano.

"Could it be that the first modification has not been made yet?"

Yoshiko Okano looked at Bai Fan with an unfriendly expression.

Her expression was like looking at a pigeon that was already on the butcher block.

"There is nothing, how could it be possible—"

Bai Fan waved his hand and made a very exaggerated expression.

"How could there be such a person? Even the first modification has not been completed yet. Impossible, impossible."

"So how many times have you revised it now?"

"Not once modified."

"Aren't you the kind of person yourself?!"

Surprised!

Yoshiko Okano stood up from the table.

"Teacher Bai, why do you still have the face to say 'Impossible, how could there be such a person?'!? Isn't this kind of person yourself?"

Bai Fan stretched out a hand expressionlessly to stop Ryoko Okano from continuing.

"I'd like to see what you have to say."

Okano Ryoko sat down again, narrowed her long and beautiful eyes, and stared at Bai Fan intently.

She was also more curious about what else Bai Fan could say in this situation.

After all, Bai Fan really didn't have any intentions at all.

I saw that Bai Fan was serious and calm, and he spoke slowly——

"Cuckoo."

quiet--

yes...

Bai Fan is a ruthless pigeon...it has nothing to do with him being human——

"Do you think I would think that?! Teacher Bai! At least you have to assist them in the first revision!"

"Tsk."

Failed to pass the test.

Bai Fan coughed twice.

"Actually, I think it's okay to assist them."

"But don't you think it's strange to go on like this?"

Bai Fan picked up the sake in Misako Sakurai's hand and drank it in one gulp.

"This operating model is based on a generous bonus system and resource tilt system, but there is no doubt...you have deviated from the original path."

"Editors can indeed intervene in some writing errors of authors."

"But if you interfere too much, it's not the novel the author wants to write, it's just the novel the editor wants to write, and what the editor wants to see."

As if a different person, Bai Fan shook the wine glass in his hand.

"What do readers want to see? It is the author's novel, not the editor's novel. Even if it is popular for a while, after leaving the editor, is the novel still the author's novel?"

"Such a novel has no soul."

The author does have to adjust the character settings according to the preferences of the readers.

But if it is completely dependent on other people's opinions.

"Is the novel you wrote, or the novel you wanted?"

Bai Fan's expression was severe.

(I fell asleep from [-]:[-] noon to [-]:[-] pm. After waking up, my whole body is completely in a trance state of 'where am I, who am I, who is hitting me', I don't know why, when I came to the countryside The whole person is ignorant.)

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It was a really wonderful experience.

The pigeon actually said such a reasonable thing, but it made people feel a little uncomfortable.

The key is--

"Actually speaking so much, the main thing is that you want to touch it yourself?"

Yoshiko Okano stared blankly.

"Haha?! Am I Bai Fan the kind of person who wants to catch fish? I just want to jump from here! I don't even know how to—"

It may be that the next thing to say is indeed too much against Bai Fan's conscience.So he just shut up halfway through.

"In short, the authors under my command are up to me. The main purpose of this call for papers is to cultivate authors, right? It's not just about cultivating authors with a lifespan of a book."

"It's also..."

"Besides, who told you that my method cannot produce good authors."

Bai Fan smiled mysteriously.

Humans are actually very strange creatures.

Whenever you feel that this is your limit, you can actually continue to improve.