harleyscars Chapter 8 Is Sunday a day of rest?
Chapter 8 Is Sunday a day of rest?
Perhaps because he was getting more and more comfortable with it, Xia Sheng wrote more and more smoothly without any pauses. On Sunday, he finally finished writing the first volume.
After all, there's no need to devise a plot, and excellent word choice and sentence structure come naturally. Immersed in the story, it's indeed possible to write 50,000 words a day.
He types quite fast too.
Once the first volume is completed, he can submit it to the three major paperback publishers. If it is selected by an editor, an illustrator can be arranged and a publication date can be set.
Of course, Xia Sheng could also serialize his work online to increase his popularity and fame, but that would be too slow to generate income.
He doesn't have the time right now.
If it could be published directly, even if the first print run was only two or three thousand copies, he would still receive a considerable amount of royalties.
If the editor has good taste, the initial print run of the novels he chooses will definitely not be low.
Moreover, Xia Sheng believed that the novel he referenced would become famous, and if it could be successfully published, it would definitely be a bestseller.
Reprinting it then will be a piece of cake.
Unless, of course, the editor truly lacks vision.
However, there is one problem with submitting manuscripts: they cannot be submitted online; they have to print them out and submit them directly to the document library.
That's too primitive a method.
Fortunately, he had checked the addresses of the three major document libraries, and the one he chose was not far from here; it would only take about ten minutes by tram.
You can go after school tomorrow.
He didn't join any clubs, so he had plenty of time after school.
Having decided on his plans for tomorrow, Natsumi transferred the first volume of "Konosuba" to a USB drive, then changed into his travel clothes and prepared to go to the supermarket to buy a bento box.
After a busy day, my stomach is rumbling as soon as I take a break.
He didn't eat breakfast or lunch.
Xia Sheng planned to buy two bento boxes later to treat himself, as a way of celebrating the novel's approval in advance.
As he left, Xia Sheng passed by his neighbor's house and glanced at the house number—Shiina.
He wondered if Shiina was still around, and he was growing more and more excited about life in this world.
When Xia Sheng arrived at the supermarket, he didn't see the figure in flaxen. It seemed that he wouldn't see her again that evening, since he had met her in the morning.
There were no eel rice bento boxes today, so Xia Sheng picked out a fried chicken bento, a char siu bento, and a bottle of soda before heading straight home.
Back home, after a hearty meal and a hot shower, Xia Sheng put on his pajamas, lay down on the bed, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
Who will it be tonight?
......
He opened his eyes to the morning light streaming in through the window. Xia Sheng stared blankly for a moment, then sat up and yawned.
Last night, he didn't go to that place again and slept until dawn.
Surely there can't be days off?
Or is it that there were no intruders last night?
It's good that it's not here; it means the world hasn't been seriously invaded yet.
Although Xia Sheng wanted to continue to acquire special abilities or attributes, what he hoped for most was that the world would remain safe and sound.
He said nothing, or perhaps he could no longer say anything, but no matter what he said, he had no idea whether the invasion of the world would cause other harm.
Stability is the best.
After getting up and washing up, Xia Sheng changed into his uniform, slung his shoulder bag over his shoulder, and headed out to school.
Xia Sheng quite liked the uniform; it consisted of a white shirt underneath and a black collared blazer, which fit him very well.
The uniform was given to him when he passed the entrance exam. It wasn't custom-made; they had various sizes available, and they just gave him one that fit him.
Jingxiu Wenwu High School has fixed uniforms for all three grades. The school isn't newly established, but for uniforms alone, there must be a considerable stock.
Anyway, it's all just a setting. He is the world, and it's easy for him to arrange whatever he wants.
Xia Sheng is currently over 1.7 meters tall, and he doesn't know if he will grow any taller.
After all, although he is only sixteen years old, he has returned to his youth and is about the same height as he was originally.
He himself still wants to grow taller.
Xia Sheng didn't see the figure in flaxen on his way to school, probably because he still arrived a little early.
He didn't see any other students on the way.
Stepping onto campus, Xia Sheng had a different mindset this time. Before, he was indifferent, but now he was full of anticipation.
There were quite a few people who arrived as early as him. Xia Sheng walked slowly, but still didn't see the figure that caught his attention.
After entering the teaching building and changing into indoor shoes at the shoe-changing area, Xia Sheng walked towards his classroom.
When he arrived at the classroom door, he glanced inside and was surprised.
Inside, there was a figure with a brownish hue.
Was she one of the early arrivals at school?
As Xia Sheng entered the classroom, he looked at her and their eyes met.
The girl merely met his gaze for a moment, then, like a frightened little animal, timidly averted her eyes and lowered her head.
Xia Sheng found it amusing and walked towards his seat, passing the brown-clad figure before arriving at his place.
After he sat down and put down his schoolbag, he stared at Yui Yuigahama.
There were only the two of them in the classroom, so he could watch them more freely.
"Um..." Yui Yuigahama seemed to be unable to stand his gaze any longer, and turned her head to look at him weakly.
"Yuigahama-san, is there something you need?" Natsuo asked.
"Natsu-san, yesterday... no, the night before last..." Yui Yuigahama hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
"The night before last? What happened?" Xia Sheng looked at her with a confused expression.
"Huh?" Yui Yuigahama's eyes widened, stunned.
Xia Sheng's appearance made her uneasy, and she dared not ask any more questions.
Ultimately, it's hard to say whether what happened that night was a dream or not. If it really was a dream, how is it any different from a confession if she dreamt of someone she just met for no reason and even took the initiative to talk to them?
"Hahaha!" At this moment, Xia Sheng burst out laughing.
"Xia?"
"Sorry, I was just kidding."
"Are you kidding me...?"
"Yes, Yuihama-san's expression was so funny just now, I couldn't help but tease her a little. Sorry." Natsuo explained, then clasped his hands in apology.
"So, Natsumi was lying to me just now?" Yui Yuigahama realized.
"Yes, I'm very sorry."
"Natsu-san, that's so mean!" Yui Yuigahama immediately puffed out her cheeks and glared at her in dissatisfaction.
"I'm sorry," Xia Sheng continued apologizing sincerely.
"That's too much! I was so scared just now, I thought it was really just a dream." Yui Yuigahama patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
She came to school early in the morning to confirm the reality of that night with Xia Sheng. Although it was unbelievable, she didn't want it to be a dream.
It was a very magical experience. Although it was very short and she didn't do anything, the feeling was much better than the helplessness she experienced in reality.
If it's a dream, she'll think she's escaping reality.
"Does Yuihama-san not want it to be a dream?" Natsuo saw through her thoughts.
"...Hmm." Yui Yuigahama hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
"Why?" Xia Sheng pressed.
"I don't know either...maybe it's just too fantastical."
"Is it a dream?"
Looking at Yui Yuigahama's conflicted expression, Natsuo vaguely guessed that perhaps she was tired of real life.
"That's not a good place, it's very dangerous."
"It's really dangerous. What's going on with that slime? What's that place all about? Why are we here?" Yui Yuigahama leaned closer to Natsumi excitedly and asked curiously.
Xia Sheng could smell the shampoo scent emanating from her hair; it was a very refreshing smell.
"I don't know either."
"But doesn't Xia seem familiar to you?"
"It was only my second time there, so I had experience."