Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

(Okay, from the roll call to the present, and then the code word to the present... woo woo woo woo! I feel so wronged——)

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"Mr. Bai, have you forgotten? You have a scheduled job to do."

"Scheduled job?"

Bai Fan, who was urging Yuzao to form a position, remembered that he seemed to have accidentally lost his job.

But in fact, that is not such an important job. It is just that when the first volume of my horror novel is published and sold, I select a few fans to give away the peripherals of "The Witch's House" and the first volume——

But then again, the first volume has not been sold yet and there are small peripherals. MJ Wenshe is really too inflated, right?

"Huh? Today is the first day of your novel's sale. Don't tell me you don't know, Mr. Bai Fan. By the way, the pre-ordered autographed novel collector's edition is also today."

Yoshiko Okano helped his forehead helplessly.

Although this event does not require Bai Fan to appear in person, it is still an event to mobilize the enthusiasm of fans. This guy is so careless about his own affairs, so he, the editor-in-chief, can only make a little effort.

"I'll send you a copy of the list of winners right now, autograph or something, you can write whatever you want."

Okano Yoshiko turned her gaze to the computer in front of her.

"Can I write whatever I want?!"

Bai Fan asked in a trembling voice.

"What do you want?"

A sense of vigilance emerged in Okano Yoshiko's heart, and she warned sternly.

"Tell Teacher Bai first that you cannot write comments that violate regulations and laws, are suspected of pornography, and social reaction."

"Tsk."

"So what do you want to write!!!"

Hearing Bai Fan smacking his lips in displeasure, Okano Yoshiko screamed loudly.

"Ah? It's nothing, you can mail it over. I'll write it and mail it back today."

Bai Fan said to the other side of the phone with a blank face.

It's not too far from the headquarters of MJ Wenshe, and it can be delivered in one day——

"I have already sent the reader list."

Accompanied by a ding-dong sound, Bai Fan's portable computer issued a crisp notification sound. At the same time, Cang Qi Chengzi, who was busy with Tamazamae, looked back at Bai Fan's leisurely appearance holding the fat house happy water, and couldn't help but speak. Said sarcastically.

"Hehe, you are really a busy person."

"Because I'm more handsome than you."

Bai Fan manipulated the mouse to open the mail, and said without looking back.

Reader's list of winners...

Bai Fan touched his chin, and thoughtfully glanced at the reader's name and Internet nickname on it.

"Hey! Code words lead to a dead end! This name is fine, I can consider writing more things for you."

"And this... the number one pigeon girl? Could it be a female reader? I'm a decent person now, and I still have female fans?"

There's nothing more pleasurable than harvesting leeks...ahem, readers' wallets.

This list is not too long, there are only a few dozen people from top to bottom, and some people even hide their names and only leave their addresses, but——

Looking at the name of a certain person above, Bai Fan fell into deep thought.

The name...is it a prank or does it have some other meaning?

Looking at the name on it, Bai Fan took out the phone and called Ryoko Okano again.

"Hello? Ryoko, about this event... I suddenly had an idea—"

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"Hmph! Sure enough, all the shipments are SSRs. No matter what time it is, my luck is always so good."

Fujimaru Tachika looked at the golden card on her phone with bright eyes, and returned the account to the account owner with satisfaction, and got a lot of money.

Seeing now, you may still not know what Fujimaru Tachika's job is, so let me explain it a little bit here.

Fujimaru Tatsuka's job is an ordinary female high school student, and her sub-job is a substitute drawer in major mobile games or card games for cultivation.

The so-called substitute pumping is actually lending your European luck to those low-status Africans to help them get what they want, and at the same time, those Africans will also give you a certain degree of monetary reward.

This is the so-called substitute pumping.

It is undeniable that no matter what the game is, Africans will always account for a large proportion of the game. This not only provides Fujimaru Tatsuka with a certain amount of life security, but also allows her to have enough money to satisfy her hobbies.

"Hehehe, speaking of which, I won the lottery too, heh heh, Mr. Bai's autographed novels, so we can collect another set, right?"

From the first volume to the last volume of "Song of Hell" to "A Doll's House", the novels placed on Fujimaru Tateka's bookshelf are basically collected editions with Bai Fan's autograph.

By the way, these novels are not coquettish cheap ones that can be bought on the market, but collections that MJ Wenshe will randomly select a few fans to give away when they go on sale at the beginning of the month.

It is estimated that any set of these novels can be sold for two to three hundred thousand yen.

After all, they are all supporting novels, and none of the volumes are missing. If you want to get all of them, how small is the probability?

Only the "Child of Destiny" like Fujimaru Tachika can collect all of them successfully, right?

"Pfft ha ha ha—isn't it just a novel? In Yu's era, everyone can only chant Yu's name aloud. No matter what kind of novelist it is, it has no effect in front of my absolute emperor's privilege."

"As Yu Zhiqian, you should be more reserved. You don't need to be too happy about such a trivial matter! Wahahaha!!!"

Ah... so noisy.

Fujimaru Tateka covered her ears with a pillow.

Ding-dong-

"Hey? Is there a text message from MJ Wenshe?"

The smooth, white and tender feet were dangling on the bed, and the girl with orange hair was curiously looking at the contents of the text message.

"Dear Ms. Fujimaru Tachika, since this is the thirty-eighth time you have drawn works by the author of our company, Mr. Bai, with the consent of Mr. Bai, you will come here today to bring new works to visit. If there is much trouble, Hope to understand."

Sender: MJ Wenshe official.

quiet--

The air was all still.

Fujimaru Tateka swallowed, then glanced at the bras and panties scattered around, and then at the black mass of unknown substance in the gutter.

immediately--

"Why did you come here today! Let me get ready!!! Teacher Bai!"

Happiness came so suddenly that the girl had no time to prepare.

(emmmmm... The specific courses are scheduled from morning to night, and I still haven't eaten. I don't know when I will be able to eat.)

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Fujimaru Tachika, since the first volume of Mr. Bai, has been chasing after his novels. Although the bookshelves are all collector's editions, she will also buy a regular version of the novels. The ones on it are For collection, the regular version is just for watching.

If there are trolls trolling Bai Fan on the Internet, she will also help Bai Fan troll them.

It can be said that he is Bai Fan's number one blowpipe... emmmm, idiot fan.

And for Teacher Bai who could write those words, she naturally admired her very much.

This admiration, even when I saw Bai Fan's expression like a dead fish on the TV program that day, did not change.

One can imagine how addicted this young master is to Bai Fan's novels.

"Yu Zhizao—"

"I'm busy right now! Don't talk to me!"

In a hurry to tidy up the underwear and panji scattered on the ground, Fujimaru Tatsuka didn't look back.

"Hmm, so that's the case. The performer looks exactly like the little girl Yu was in love with in that era."

Seems to be in the mood, Nero sang excitedly.

"Ah, ah, the girl holding flowers, standing at the other end of the Suez Canal, looking at the other side of the Thames, ah, ah, ah—"

"..." Fujimaru Tachika.

To be honest, Nero's singing is actually not as ugly as many people say, it is an indescribable noise.

After all, Nero is also the voice of the first generation of Meng Wang, the sound is beautiful, and the sound is not too unpleasant, but the lyrics that are simply out of tune and all kinds of inexplicable and weird rhymes...

The girl's hands trembled, she continued to grit her teeth and endure the mental pollution.

The Suez Canal and the Thames River are far apart. This is a common sense problem. Fujimaru Tachika is too lazy to correct the other party. She just wants to pack her things quietly now.

"Ah...it's expanded again."

While bending over to pick up Fatty and the underwear, the girl inadvertently saw the bright red curse mark on the back of her right hand.

Ever since he summoned Nero, this weird pattern appeared on the back of his hand.

She didn't even tell the psychiatrist about this.

After all, this counts as that, right? 'Humanity's daily limit is only [-] words, and if I exceed this number, I'm considered a mutation', right?If something really happened to his own body, maybe he would be arrested and sliced ​​into the research institute for research?

"Huh... finally cleaned up."

Fujimaru Tateka stuffed the huge mountain of underwear into the cabinet in a tough way, then wiped the sweat from the edge of his head, and let out a breath of relief.

There are no traces of underwear anywhere, although it still looks a bit messy, but at least it can still entertain guests.

Just as she was relaxing, the doorbell rang from the entrance.

Teacher Bai is here!