It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

"It would be great if I could be a copy master ()"

"There's not even a decent reason... The editor will definitely scold you bloody."

"..."

The trembling egg always trembles.

Then he cheered up again, "Then... Teacher Sansan, teach me how to fool around and be responsible for editing?"

"How can I teach you? My books at a certain point are large in quantity and high in quality, and I never delay updating."

Sansan put on an expression of "I don't understand what you're saying at all", and refused while boasting.

"...Also, don't call me teacher for this kind of thing, thank you, you have to know, I am an active and responsible author..."

"..." Mr. Dan scratched his head alone.

"Since this is the case, I can only tell the editor in charge that I have fallen into a state where I cannot code."

"For example?" Sansan raised her eyebrows.

Mr. Dan gave a serious example: "I went to the bank, but unfortunately, I was taken hostage by bank robbers."

"Uh, if that's the case, the kidnappers will give you time to contact the editorial code report?"

"Then what can I do..." Mr. Dan went crazy, "Why don't you say that? My sister was kidnapped, and the kidnapper demanded a ransom from me. I have to cover my eyes and collect the money. Now is not the time to code..."

"Puchi!" Sansan suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" President Dan's expression froze.

"I didn't laugh... Poof, hahaha." Tactical leaned back.

"You're obviously laughing at me! You haven't stopped!"

"Boss Dan, I have received professional training, no matter how funny it is, I won't laugh...unless I can't help it..."

Sansan smiled happily.

"...Also, you don't have a younger sister at all, do you?"

"It doesn't matter, I can just find any girl to collude with me."

"Huh? You don't have any female friends at all, do you?"

A casual sentence became a blow to his heart.

Egg fell into a long silence.

After a long time, he lighted a cigarette and held it in his mouth, exhaled a mouthful of cloudy smoke rings, and looked at Sansan with deep meaning:

"Why don't you try dressing as a woman?"

Thirty-three:"???"

wdnmd.

Let me dress up as a woman with a wife and a woman, I really have you.

"In short, don't think about these things. It's better to code when there is nonsense."

"So, it's impossible to finish coding at all! It's not trying to delay it, so I can have a drink with you in the evening."

"Forget it, I'll call Su Chen right now and tell him not to come tonight, someone is in a hurry to finish the draft."

Sansan took out the phone.

"Don't--!"

Dan Zong came over with a shovel and hugged Sansan's thigh again.

"It's really rare for everyone to have time today. Don't ruin this opportunity, or others will think that I'm going back on my word, and I'll be unhappy."

"There's so much shit..." Sansan was speechless, and put away the phone.

"Forget it, leave this alone and figure out a way..."

"If you don't code, I will go back first."

"Also, Mr. Dan, I advise you to take care of yourself. For the rest of the day, don't waste your energy thinking about meaningless things. If you can write one more word, it counts. Concentrate on writing, you understand?"

"..." Mr. Dan slumped his shoulders in depression, "Why are you like my editor...?"

"It's for your own good."

Sansan sighed, and was about to open the door and leave the box.

The door suddenly opened by itself, and a man in a suit with a scary expression entered the box.

Looks like a gangster looking for revenge.

"Hey, wait a minute, what are you doing?"

Sansan was taken aback by the young man with a ferocious face.

"Ah, sorry."

The man apologized to Sansan and said, "I'm the editor in charge of that idiot inside, Whisper of Lei Jian Library."

It turns out that this man is the editor who Mr. Dan is afraid of...

Sansan made way for the other party, staring at Qingyu intently.

Looks like a nasty gangster,

In fact, it was just the tone of an ordinary office worker when he spoke, so there should be no problem.

He knows the truth that people should not be judged by their appearance.

Qingyu didn't care about Sansan's gaze, and he gave Mr. Dan a hard look.

The latter was as shocked as a mouse seeing a cat, a pickpocket seeing a policeman, or a cheating mistress seeing a private detective.

"Why, why do you know I'm here...?"

"Hehe, in order to prevent you from escaping, I set your mobile phone to GPS tracking mode during the last meeting." Qingyu explained to the panicked Mr. Dan.

Mr. Dan opened his mouth wide: "What?! You actually tampered with my phone without authorization? This behavior is a crime!"

"If it is for the smooth publication of light novels, then even crimes are not spared—this is the job of an editor."

"You're so meowing at Matsuzaka Granose!" Mr. Dan wiped his sweat and complained.

Qingyu ignored him, and continued to say sullenly: "And, don't you know? As long as Jingcha doesn't find out, it's not a crime."

"I'm going to call the police." Dan always wanted to cry but had no tears.

Looking at the way these two get along, Sansan also feels that this editor is a bit too much...or is this a different kind of friendship between the light novel writer and the light novel editor?

An author and an editor met online again.

Now that the matter has been brought to light, Mr. Dan simply broke the jar.

"It's amazing that you can find this place... But unfortunately, I have only written half of the original manuscript of the fifth volume of "Listen to Dad"!"

"Today is the deadline, and it is impossible to write half a volume in one day, so...you know what I mean?"

Prime Minister Dan was not straightforward but also strong, so he simply exposed himself and acted as a hob meat.

Qingyu's eyes narrowed into a line.

"So... are you brave?"

"Please! I'm super brave!"

Snapped--!

Qingyu grabs Boss Dan's hand.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Since you haven't finished writing, I'll force you to write it out. Come with me."

With the other hand, he quickly packed the computer luggage for Mr. Dan, and with a calm face, he escorted Mr. Dan as if he was controlling a prisoner.

"You, where do you want to take me?" Mr. Dan panicked, "Could it be... you want to arrest me and go to retreat?"

"That's right."

The soft and calm answer caused fear to appear on Mr. Dan's face.

"It's closed in the hotel under the Leijian Library, right? I went there last time..."

"Don't be stupid, how can ordinary retreat teach you a lesson when dealing with a serious criminal like you? This time we are going to the underground dark room of the Thunderbolt library." Qingyu sneered.

The small black house of Thunderbolt Library.

This is not a joke, but a real closed prison.

A draft writer's worst nightmare.

Mr. Dan was lucky enough to witness that room two years ago.

——Pure white walls, only a toilet, a bed, and a desk and chair for the writer to work in the small room.

And an old-fashioned computer from ten years ago, not to mention that there is no Internet, and it has nothing but typing functions and minesweeping.

So at this moment, when I heard the words of the little black room, I couldn't help but awaken the dusty black memories in Mr. Dan's heart again, and... the fear of witnessing other authors being dominated by the little black room.

He couldn't help crying out:

"Ah, don't! I don't want to be locked in a small black room alone! Help, Sansan! We are friends, right?"

"..." Sansan shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, expressing that she was helpless.

Mr. Dan continued to struggle wildly: "Ah, let me go! You devil editor! Even if my body will surrender to you...but my heart will never be shaken!"

"I don't care if your heart wavers, as long as you can get me out of the manuscript."

As if holding a chick, the softly spoken and calm hand controlled the struggling Dan Zong.

Although he is neither tall nor short nor fat nor thin, his body is very strong.

Usually too lazy to exercise, the weak and dead house egg always has no power to fight back.

Just when Qingyu dragged Danzong to leave, he suddenly turned around and faced Sansan.

"Sir, are you... Boss Dan's friend?"

"It's kind of..."

Sansan nodded, "Although I really don't want to admit this embarrassing fact."

Seeing that Sansan said the lines that only bad friends with a very good relationship would say, Qingyu showed an excited expression, took out his business card from his pocket and said:

"This is my phone number... Boss Dan may do stupid things like delaying the draft and running away in the future. Please be sure to contact me as soon as possible."

Handing the business card to Sansan, Qingyu scratched her cheek with her free hand.

"If publishing doesn't go smoothly... as editors, it will be very difficult for us."

"OK."

Sansan stared at Boss Dan sympathetically for a while, then nodded in agreement.

"I will pay for the use of the box, and you can stay here and enjoy it slowly."

"I don't need this one. If I'm alone, I really don't have the mood to sing..."

"Well."

Qingyu turned around and pulled Danzong, who was struggling while shouting "Let me go! Help!", out of the box.

Sansan, who watched the farce end, quickly put away his business card and left the scene.

After looking for time, he called Su Chen again and briefly relayed what happened in the morning.

Su Chen on the other end of the phone was amazed: "You said Dan was always caught by his editor at the karaoke, and then dragged away?"

"Yeah, that guy screamed quite miserable."

"Did you take a picture?"

"Ah? What?" Sansan was taken aback.

"The photo! The photo of the miserable egg struggling wildly in the box! You didn't take it, did you?" Su Chen's tone sounded a bit regretful.

"Ah, Chairman Su University, what kind of bad taste are you..."

"Haha, I'm not kidding anymore..." Su Chen smiled.

"I'll give Lei Jian Wenku a call and ask. If there is still time before Mr. Dan's death, he will be redeemed first. If there is no time, forget it. Let him work hard in the small black room—"

"Trouble you, big chairman."

"You're being polite. Also, let's change this name. There's no need to treat friends like this."

Sansan replied in a sticky tone: "Good chairman, I know the chairman!"

Su Chen: "..."

He also said that he had a bad taste...

Sansan, you yourself have a lot of evil tastes.

after lunch.

Su Chen, who had spare time, made the phone call in a leisurely manner, and chatted with the boss of Leijian Library.

I learned from the other party that Boss Dan's real deadline is actually still half a month away.

In other words, the worst case scenario is to deliver the manuscript in March. If it is delayed further, it will be the real hard-core dead line. Even if Su Chen comes forward at that time, he will not be able to recover the progress of the publishing industry.

After learning this information, he was relieved.

60,000 words in half a month... For Mr. Dan, if there is no delay, it must be easy and a piece of cake.

But considering the issue of sympathy, it doesn't seem too good to just go in and redeem the other party...

Let the egg boss in the little black house work seriously for a while under the environment bonus, and then let the other party come out at three o'clock in the afternoon to attend the party without delay.

then.

After Su Chen made the decision.

Mr. Dan, who was imprisoned in the small black room, had been typing for six hours before he was released.

When he came out early, he almost didn't cry.

It's a beautiful world out there.

It's really a sparzy thing to be alive.

It only took ten minutes to walk from the publishing house to the apartment. Even though the scenery along the way is very familiar, in the eyes of Mr. Dan who just came out of the small dark room, everything is so brilliant.

After a whole day's absence, at night, when he finally saw Sansan's familiar face again at the party, President Dan heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thirty-three--!"

He affectionately gave Sansan a bear hug.

"You must have informed Su Chen for me, right? It must be?"

"...I knew the love between us hadn't disappeared yet!"

Sansan pushed Boss Dan away with great effort, his eyelids twitching: "Don't get me wrong, it's just for gathering people, Chairman Su said, if necessary, Lei Zhen Wenku can invite you to the small black room the next day sit."

Boss Egg: "..."

I always feel that the meaning of this wine game has suddenly become heavy.

After eating and drinking enough, I went to the small black room the next day...

what is this?

The last supper?

"Forget it, the little black room is just the little black room..."

Dan always looks depressed.

But to be honest, sitting here, having a long-lost gathering with some old friends, no matter how tense his situation is, he is still very happy.

After a few minutes, Bai Yu and Ming You also arrived at the meeting place.

After the two walked into the private room, they took out the Valentine's Day gifts they had already prepared.

"We brought you Valentine's Day beers."

Bai Yu took out several black wine bottles and handed them to the two.

Mr. Dan fiddled curiously: "Is there chocolate in it?"

"No, it's just the flavor of roasted malt into chocolate, that is, dark beer...It's very suitable for Valentine's Day."

The four chatted leisurely while waiting for the last guest.

Chatting and chatting, soon Su Chen also arrived.

"Everyone had a great time chatting."

He came in with a paper bag.

"Oh! It's been a long time, my benefactor!"

Dan is always active like a runaway husky, happily welcoming Su Chen's arrival.

"This is...?" He took the paper bag from Su Chen's hand.

"It was given to me by Leijian Library, chocolate for Valentine's Day, and the reader gave it to the popular light novelist—an egg."

The heavy paper bag was opened, and there were too many chocolates in it to count, and many of them even came with letters from fans.

When Mr. Dan saw it, he immediately put on a motorcycle attitude to show off, and he was as happy as a corgi.

It made everyone's cheeks twitch frequently.

no matter what……

After the five members of the Troubleshooting Brigade gathered, the banquet officially kicked off.

Today, four years later, the relationship is still good, and the few people who have been in close contact all show smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

Mr. Dan who laughs heartily, Sansan who is good at sarcasm of the former, Bai Yu who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and You You who is full of personality.

Glasses clink over a table full of good food...

"Brothers! Happy Valentine's Day!"

—May our friendship last forever.

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