Sha Sha Sha Sha….

As far as I'm concerned, the sound of writing isn't noisy anymore. Quite the contrary, this is actually a wonderful rhythm that could be the driving force that brings out my inspiration from the bottom of my soul. When I was a senior in highschool, I didn't enjoy the pleasures of love so the only thing I could do now was just to depict a naïve story to fill my regret.

Secondary writing is just like rereading the original work. I was so obsessed with working on the story that when I finally finished my work and peeked out of the window, I was surprised that it was already dawn. The sound of me patting down my work on the table woke up the sleeping store clerk. I deeply imbedded the address of the office in my mind and ran out of the store. My pace was so fast that I think I could even rival an NBA player in a sprint.

But unfortunately….

I tripped and fell….

I struggled to reach the editorial department. It, however, wasn't open yet. There was only a fat man that seemed like a security guard in his middle ages.

"Excuse me, Could you let me sit here for a little while please?"

The security guard kept his strict look as he took notice of me but I was so tired that I could only think of finding a place to rest at.

"Help yourself, What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to hand in my novel but it seems that I came a little bit too early I think"

I think I took the security guard's bench but….

Whatever, I only occupied half the bench anyways.

"Nowadays, most people submit their work by mail. Personally delivering them is very rare"

"Oh, But that has a big drawback! Because in the of chance that the courier or post office lose my work, what should I do? Nevertheless, Offers like this are also susceptible. n.o.body knows whether the publis.h.i.+ng house will plagiarize my work or put off the promised cash. Even if they accept my work, they could also use various of excuses to delay my award as well!" I claimed.

(ED: The Irony is real)

In truth however, I couldn't afford the delivery fees and this was something I'm not willing to say in the cost of my dignity.

"Since you don't trust our publis.h.i.+ng company in the first place, why don't you just leave and go home?!"

"I'm a unique guy who likes to challenge authority you see and I especially enjoy the process of facing challenges. No matter how difficult my working environment will be here, I will use my outstanding work to conquer all of the editors!"

Without realizing, I have shown my fantasy deluded side to the unfamiliar security guard as I was drowned in my own excitement of my work since I had n.o.body to show to vent.

Exactly….

This security guard has become the most suitable candidate to show my work to…

"I see…" the guard responded, "Can you show me the novel?"

The middle aged security guard looked at me with a helpless look. Maybe there was a gap so he couldn't understand my ambitions.

"Oh old guard, do you like reading novels?" I teased the old guard in a tone that sounds like a father to his younger daughter. It even made me felt uncomfortable.

"What Guard?", an offended look can be seen strewn across his face.

"Oh, sorry! I can understand being a security guard can be hard work because everyday, the night s.h.i.+ft is necessary and it's easy to be trapped in situations where wages bonuses or awards are delayed because they caught you dosing off accidentally. But sometimes, guarding a publis.h.i.+ng house has it benefits as well such as meeting well-known authors like Yos.h.i.+ki Tanaka(ED: Author of Legend of Galactic Heroes), or Keigo Higas.h.i.+no(ED: Famous j.a.panese Mystery Novelist). Maybe you can even get their signatures! Even if you can't get their signature, I can give you mine right now! When I finally become famous, it will be expensive so its best to collect it now!"

I mimicked the movements of famous writers, wrote my signature and handed it to the middle aged guard happily. Looking at my ugly handwriting, he drew his heavy black brows together with a frown and accepted my signature.

"This is my business card, Let me see if your work truly does worth 3 Million as you claimed it does"

The guard's expression turned stone cold as he casually threw away my signature and gave me his card. Looking at the card with curiosity, I realized that this is the business card of the Head Editor.

"OH! I see! My Apologies! What a coincidence!"

The embarra.s.sing conversation we had made give a stiff smile.

I immediately gave my writing to the chief editor. I think my intelligence has been treaded with hundreds of yang tuo. Only a few seconds after looking at my work, the chief editor threw my valuable to the ground.

"What is this?! Your hand writing is so rubbish that it made me feel as if I'm watching a wriggling maggot! Your form is very untidy to the point that its even worse than the works of primary students! How confident are you that you could even attempt to mimic the behavior of a master writer?! Its really laughable! Our editing department just so happened to be lacking in sc.r.a.p paper, Could I buy it off you for 3 yuan?"

(ED: I think Chinese yuan was used here for convenience sake for Chinese readers but just treat it as its Exchange equiv for j.a.panese Yen)

I think he just read the first few lines and drew a conclusion based on my crude handwriting and word forms. I wasn't sure about the criteria for this profession but this behavior was just cursory and rude.

"I'm sorry for my untidy work but could you at least look at my content?"

I admitted to him that I hadn't written in j.a.panese for many years and the original owner of this body was a spalpeen. Thank G.o.d that he didn't forget how to use a pen!

"Are you doubting my ability as an editor?! If I said that its rubbish then its RUBBIs.h.!.+ The piece isn't even worth to be used as tinder to make a fire from!"

He threw my work off the building as if its like throwing a piece of waste paper out the window. The visibly indifferent smile implied that he didn't even read my work carefully, coupled with his att.i.tude which acts high to notice my work.

"f.u.c.k! You're not even taking my work seriously aren't you? How in the h.e.l.l did a rubbish person like you become the chief editor!"

I pulled his neck tie firmly as I lost my temper just like when I was in High school. If I hadn't noticed the CCTV I would have beaten the s.h.i.+t out of his head to vent my anger.

"Revolting rubbish of society! The professional world of novels doesn't need people like you! You callow and impolite folks can never understand the meaning of hards.h.i.+ps as a social personage!"

I sanely persuaded myself to calm down and reminded myself to learn from the literary quotations that the king Goujian also endured hards.h.i.+ps

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