Chapter 32 second quarter

On Christmas Eve, people come and go in the Shimokitazawa South Exit Shopping Street. The cries of selling cakes and fried chicken on the street make the street full of vitality. There is probably no more Christmas atmosphere in the world than this time. I bought chocolate cake at a roadside stand on the way.Although small in size, it is round anyway.The cake is also decorated with Santa Claus and reindeer, which is quite an orthodox Christmas cake. There are Christmas presents in the bag. What kind of expression will she show when this is handed over to her?While thinking that there seemed to be such lyrics in a song before, I walked towards the coffee shop with a happy mood-I originally made a reservation like this, but now I am in an indescribably bad mood, and I quickly pass by. Shopping Street.

"Pure Tea Magazine" presents the tranquility that has nothing to do with the hustle and bustle of Christmas Eve. Open the usual door and hear the familiar bell. In the depths of the store, I saw Miss Zi's round head. Walking up to her who was sitting in the usual place, I stopped. She sat there and looked up at me. Nothing has changed, Miss Zi is the same as usual. On her desk is a stack of photocopied paper, held in place by a spring clip on the upper left.The top sheet of the stack of papers was blank with nothing written on it. "Miss Zi, what is that?" I asked, pointing to the stack of papers.

"It's the original manuscript." "Huh? Original manuscript? Could it be..." "As I said last week, I tried to write a novel." I stare. "Have you already written it?" She nodded. I tried to write a novel—although it’s easy to say, but it’s only been a week, that’s just seven days.The stack of photocopied papers seems to be roughly two hundred sheets. Although I don’t know how many words are in a line and how many lines are in a page, assuming that the format of the manuscript is the same as the pages of an open book, this alone is equivalent to a 400-page novel. Fiction.If this was really written in a week, that's really fast.Having said that, I know that Miss Zi is not someone who would lie about such things, so she said it was written within a week, so it must have been written in this week.

I put my eyes on the pure white cover, there is nothing written there, it is really pure white.However, that A4-sized white rectangle stimulated my imagination too strongly.What kind of words are waiting for me on the second piece of paper? This is Miss Zi's debut novel. This is the first novel written by Miss Zi, who has read 50,000 books but has almost never written any articles. I became so eager to read the original manuscript right in front of my eyes, as excited as a reader, as if a favorite author had a new book right in front of me. "Can you show me?" Hearing my question, she nodded with an expression of strong determination.

Yes, the manuscript I was so looking forward to was also a once-in-a-lifetime win or loss for her; if it was her first novel, that feeling would be even stronger, and it made me nervous too.You must read it carefully, because I am Miss Zi's first reader. In this way, I hope to get rid of unnecessary troubles earlier. "That, Miss Zi." "yes." "Excuse me." As soon as I finished, I reached for her face. Miss Zi's eyes widened in surprise, and her body shook nervously.Ahh, I scared her, so I have to explain it to her and apologize later. I just gently pushed Miss Zi's hair back.

her ears— Wear earphones. My movements stopped instantly. ……what? Miss Zi, she... Miss Zi who I saw the earphones... She made a sad expression as if the end of the world was approaching, and she shed tears. "Sorry……" She picked up her backpack and the manuscript, stood up and left the coffee shop directly. I, who was left behind, didn't understand what was happening in front of me, so I could only stand there holding the bag and cake with Christmas gifts.