CHAPTER 748: CHAPTER 450: BEGIN, WRITING THE NOVEL_2

Uesugi Sakura calmed her mind and decided to take a look first.

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Hanamaru Hanabi was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, a simple plain dress with a light blue coat draped over, her hair adorned with a small shark clip, but she wasn’t wearing white stockings, her bare feet slipping into slippers.

She carried a plate of strawberries from the kitchen to the balcony, seeing Uesugi Sakura meticulously wearing glasses, staring at the computer screen.

"Sakura-kun, have you got any ideas?"

"No." Uesugi Sakura turned back to look at her, "I just read the beginning."

After placing the strawberries beside Uesugi Sakura, Hanamaru Hanabi glanced at his computer screen.

"Sakura-kun wants to write about the Otherworld?"

"No, not that." Uesugi Sakura showed a faint bitter smile, "I feel the Otherworld is somewhat distant from me. I can’t think of so many colorful and quirky settings."

"What kind of theme do you want to write, Sakura-kun?" Hanamaru Hanabi sat beside him.

"A youth daily, maybe. I want to write about a young person tormented by reality, forced to come to Tokyo, and then meeting a female employee in a simple café, living an ordinary life with her."

"Feels...," Hanamaru Hanabi tilted her head slightly, "not like a light novel."

Uesugi Sakura glanced at the screen, saying: "Yeah, I also feel like I can’t write light novels."

"Sakura-kun, don’t give up so quickly!" Hanamaru Hanabi’s expression suddenly turned lively, like a little girl encouraging and giving courage to a senior.

"I," Uesugi Sakura hesitated for a second upon hearing his wife’s encouragement, "I never said I was giving up, just that what I write doesn’t fit the current light novel market."

"So that’s how it is... I thought Sakura-kun suddenly lost his passion."

"Why does it feel like you really want me to start writing, Hanabi?"

"To create a world together." Hanamaru Hanabi only said these few words.

Uesugi Sakura looked at her face, "I think I have a choice for the female protagonist."

"Who?" Hanamaru Hanabi was puzzled, thinking he was staring at her just wanting to say something.

"You."

"Hanabi?" Hanamaru Hanabi looked embarrassed, "But... Hanabi doesn’t think she can be a good lead actress or anything... Also, even if Sakura-kun writes Hanabi in, the male protagonist should only be written as Sakura-kun! Because Hanabi can only like Sakura-kun..."

"Silly, I said based on you, not that you have to be the female lead in the book."

"I see..." Hanamaru Hanabi mumbled almost inaudibly.

"Your response makes it seem like you aren’t very happy."

"Not at all."

Hanamaru Hanabi blinked her beautiful purple eyes, and after being watched for a while, quickly dropped her gaze.

"I get it," Uesugi Sakura laughed, "Hana-chan wants me to write you as a princess in the book?"

"Certainly not!"

Hanamaru Hanabi’s slender neck turned rosy, not only her neck, but even her earlobes and cheeks were flushed red and puffed up.

"Too bad, I’m writing about a modern world story, no princess in it."

"Sakura-kun!"

Uesugi Sakura pretended to respond: "Yes, I’m here, princess."

"Sakura-kun keeps teasing people with this topic..."

Hanamaru Hanabi left the chair with flushed cheeks, fleeing from his side back into the living room.

Uesugi Sakura smiled while picking up a strawberry from the plate to feed into his mouth.

At that moment, Hanamaru Hanabi was holding the sliding door of the balcony with both hands, peeking like a rabbit from underground, only her head sticking out to observe.

"What’s the matter?" Uesugi Sakura, eating the strawberry, smiled toward her adorable face.

"I dislike you the most, Sakura-kun!"

Hanamaru Hanabi, face flushed, shouted at him with her eyes shut tight, then immediately pulled her head back, drawing the curtain as well.

She vanished from sight just like that.

Uesugi Sakura watched where she disappeared, feeling a spark ignite in his heart, finding her exceedingly adorable, unable to stop smiling.

Large raindrops began to fall, the sound of rain growing more intense, while in the distance, Tokyo Tower was becoming shrouded and hard to see.

Uesugi Sakura stared at the rain for a while, constructing a character image in his mind.

He exhaled a breath of white mist, eyes fixed on the blank document on the computer screen, fingers began typing out words.

[Akizuki Katsuyama, languishing on the streets of Shinjuku, lonelily allowed the music through his headphones to invade his mind bit by bit, his dull gray eyes looked at the city longed for by the youth.

He didn’t know how many people in this city were like him, spirits invaded by alcohol, so much that even his name seemed on the verge of being forgotten.

Ordinary, cowardly, useless, even if he collapsed on this neon-lit street, no one would care.

Money, money, money.

Now evicted by the landlord due to poverty... no money left to treat his parents suffering from chronic illnesses in distant Hokkaido.

A sense of powerlessness welled up spontaneously.

Akisuki touched his pants pocket with dry hands, taking out a crumpled cigarette. Weakly, he placed the bent cigarette into his mouth, retrieved a lighter, and insistently flicked the flint, finally lighting the single cigarette.

He watched the flickering neon lights, gradually losing consciousness, various thoughts drifting into his mind.]

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After finishing this section, Uesugi Sakura stopped typing, continuing to contemplate the start of the story.

For example, what should Akisuki do next?

How did he end up in this situation, and does anyone care about him?