Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard-Chapter 902 - 530: Hanabi’s Love_2

It makes one wonder, what kind of friend would sell the little apartment they saved for ten years in Tokyo at a low price to support a poor and struggling friend!

Even blood brothers would find it hard to do that.

Having been through the baptism of society, Nakata Kiyoshi no longer believes in those classmates who once borrowed money from him.

Those classmates promised to pay back after receiving their salary, pay back after receiving their salary.

In the end, they kept delaying day after day, and there’s no way to get it back now.

Too much talk, and it brings tears.

And the look on the childhood friend’s face when borrowing money in the book seemed to say, even if you really can’t pay back, it’s okay, what are we? Why did we come to Tokyo from the same small village, work as waiters together, strive together, sit on a street bench eating rice balls together, intertwining dreams as childhood friends!

Therefore, when the protagonist silently looked at the bank card after receiving the money, with unspoken emotion, Nakata Kiyoshi could fully understand.

Having a friend like this is truly wonderful.

He couldn’t help but think this.

And continued to read on.

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...

"Clap!"

Seeing the plot of the last two Chapters, Nakata Kiyoshi couldn’t help it, slapped his thigh with a loud smack, even attracting the attention of a female colleague fetching water.

"Nakata! Your leg hasn’t healed, has it!"

"Haha, sorry, sorry, I got a bit too excited."

Nakata Kiyoshi smiled and nodded at his female colleague, rubbing his thigh while adjusting his sitting position.

This plot, this plot is driving him to curse!

Others might not think much of it.

But he could really put himself in it and genuinely wanted to curse!

The previous Chapter was fine, a childhood friend he liked so much, and in the next Chapter, gone?

And the protagonist’s spiritual support, his mother, had already passed away before that.

Died at the speed of light?!

The protagonist suffers a double blow in succession?

Goodness, never seen an author bully a childhood friend like this.

Those who write about losers are ten thousand times kinder than this guy!

These light novel authors, each one more mischievous than the last, you never know when they’ll turn even NTR themes into pure love!

For a moment, he didn’t want to read further, as a favorite female character was gone.

No, given that she’s gone so quickly, she probably wasn’t the heroine.

Alas, what a pity, what a pity.

But seeing the pitiful protagonist, so similar to himself, Nakata Kiyoshi couldn’t bear it.

He had once lived a period of decadence, soaking in smoke and wine all day, staring at the sky, doing nothing.

The key is the author’s excellent setting of atmosphere, in which a bustling city, passionate couples walking by strangers who don’t care...

He now hopes someone could come to save this unlucky kid.

But alas, no one was there, the only one who cared, a childhood friend, was gone too.

Sure enough, when facing a dead end, one turns like this, losing motivation and hope alike.

However, he slightly underestimated the protagonist, who, instead of completely falling into depravity, remembers the childhood friend’s dream—to open a café.

He doesn’t know where to go, just buys a ticket, gets off when hungry, boards when tired.

After repeating this for several months, he arrives at a small unknown town.

The following plot in this book has no more climaxes, but is portrayed so intricately that it naturally draws people in, making them hope the protagonist fulfills the childhood friend’s dream.

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Nakata Kiyoshi’s hand touched the cold coffee, until it was lunchtime, he came back to his senses.

By accident, he got really into it.

This book, publishing it, should have no problem.

Even if not the type favored by the public, with its detailed description and good literary level, it is sure to gain some fame in small circles, especially among those uncles eager for change like him.

"Writing a youth novel, yet having the feel of an uncle?"

This feeling is quite magical.

Torn from the book, Nakata Kiyoshi felt relieved, with some opening words left a deep impression on him.

[People are always trapped in a cycle of confusion, self-deprecation, igniting hope, only to completely lose confidence in what they’ve done shortly after.]

In fact, after entering society, I’ve truly lost enthusiasm and confidence in many things.

Thinking like this, others can achieve because they can, as for myself... it’s enough to just find a foothold.

Not once, he dreamed of entering the animation industry, yet each time he reminisces about the past, he loses confidence.

This novel can sign the contract.

He just went ahead and found that email again.

Sent one month ago?

Wondering if that author is still around.

"Nakata, we’re going out for a meal!" The colleague, also an editor, placed a hand on his shoulder, simultaneously glancing at his computer screen, asked, "How’s your leg, better now?"

"It’s somewhat better, sigh, don’t mention it, after lying down for several months, I’ve gained weight."

"Hahaha, so are you going out with us for dinner today?"

"Eating, why wouldn’t I eat? Wait a moment, I’ll reply to this submission."

"Isn’t this submission..." The colleague adjusted his glasses, squinting at the book title in the email, "Isn’t this under Morisaki?"

Nakata Kiyoshi was startled, turned to his colleague friend: "Already caught Morisaki’s attention?! In light novels, this shouldn’t be a niche genre?"

"More than that, it won second place in the newcomer award, our library’s chief editor even wrote a recommendation for this book, heard it was published and released yesterday, initial publication of ten thousand copies."

The colleague spread his hands helplessly, "I really can’t appreciate this kind of genre, if you ask me, light novels should lean towards comedic youth, that’s the way to go."

Nakata Kiyoshi replied: "That’s definitely the way to go, but this kind of book, even if it just gets a bit popular, still has some achievement, though it’s truly a pity..."

"Oh? You had your eye on it?"

"Yes, I had my eye on it, but Morisaki already got ahead, there’s nothing to be done."

"Haha, blame it on your bad luck, ended up hospitalized, otherwise, at your reading speed, you probably would have discovered it before Morisaki."

"It’s unlucky, been a string of bad luck lately."

"Forget it, let’s go, eat, after all, you have no fate with this book."

Nakata Kiyoshi glanced at the computer, sighed, felt quite regretful: "Sigh, alright then, let’s go out."

The two called a few more friends from the company, planning to go out for barbecue at noon.

In the elevator, Nakata Kiyoshi happened to see Morisaki from the neighboring group.

Everyone knew each other, and were colleagues, nothing was off limits.

Nakata Kiyoshi couldn’t help but inquire:

"Back then, how did you take notice of that book?"

"Which one?"

"’Hanabi’s Love’."

"That one, it’s pretty good, the author is a liberal arts student from Tokyo University, finely depicts scenes and emotions."

A Tokyo University author, no wonder.

Nakata Kiyoshi thought to himself.

Morisaki looked up at the white light above the elevator, recalling: "At first, I was captivated by these delicate emotions, didn’t find the plot particularly good or bad. And even though it writes about very tragic events, it’s somehow mesmerizingly compelling, do you understand this feeling?"

"Exactly that feeling." Nakata Kiyoshi nodded.

Morisaki said again: "Of course, this book can’t explode with popularity right from the start, but it has an illustrator’s support, so you never know."

"Who’s that?" Nakata Kiyoshi asked curiously.

"Twitter name is ’Teacher Hanamaru’, you should be aware of the works she’s illustrated, their company is not far from next door."

"Recently very popular in SG library, that one...? " Nakata Kiyoshi furrowed his brows.

"Exactly, you and I both know exactly what drives that novel’s sales to soar, right?"

"You reached her?"

"No," Morisaki shook his head, "Besides taking small commercial commissions, she doesn’t take illustrations, publicly she says there’s not much energy."

"Then how did you get her to illustrate for this novel?"

"Ah, it wasn’t my doing, the author contacted her himself."

"Wait a minute, that author, is a newcomer, right?"

"Yes." Morisaki nodded.

"How could he contact the industry’s most famous illustrator this year? " Nakata Kiyoshi looked at Morisaki with astonishment, "You, your salary is going to rise soon."

Elevator arrived.

"Haha, maybe, let’s not talk about it, come on, let’s go eat and chat on the way." Morisaki patted Nakata Kiyoshi’s back, and they walked out of the company’s elevator together.