"Ms. Myojin, is there a fax machine here?"
"I want to fax this manuscript to the editor."
Maijo Kyousuke took a sip of the tea that Myojin Kiyone prepared for him and asked, but did not receive any response.
Because at this moment Myojin Kiyone is still immersed in the story of "A Platycodon Flower".
"Miss Myojin?"
Maijo Kyousuke reached out and patted Myojin Kiyone on the shoulder, which brought her back to her senses.
"Huh? Sir?"
Maijo Kyousuke pointed at the manuscript paper and signaled to Myojin Kiyone:
"Does 'The Soup of Longevity' have a fax machine?"
"In such cold weather, I don't want to go to the publishing house to submit my manuscript."
Myojin Kiyone understood what Maijo Keisuke meant and nodded with a smile:
"Sir, the 'Soup of Longevity' has a fax machine."
"After all, there are many presidents or artists living in the 'Jangshou no Yu' all year round. In order to make it convenient for these people, my father specially prepared two fax machines for the 'Jongshou no Yu'."
After hearing Myojin Kiyone's words, Maijo Keisuke reached out and touched his coat pocket, and quickly took out the business card that Eryumi had handed to him along with the bank card.
Using the phone in the hot spring hotel room, she dialed Jiangliu's beautiful number.
As several busy sounds sounded, Maijo Kyousuke noticed that the time was not yet four in the morning.
In addition, Jiang Liumei drank so much wine yesterday, she should still be sleeping now, right?
Thinking of this, Maijo Kyousuke decided to hang up the phone and wait until noon.
But at this moment, the phone was suddenly connected, and the girl's soft murmur came from the other side without waking up:
"Hello? What can I do for you~"
Eryu's beautiful voice was not as crisp as before, but instead whispered like a kitten. This reminded Maijo Kyousuke of the ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them in the restaurant before.
Brace yourself, now is not the time to think about this.
In particular, there was a mysterious girl named Myojin Kiyone beside him, who was looking towards him curiously.
"Miss Eryu, I am Maijo Kyousuke."
"Excuse me, do you have time now?"
Eryumi was obviously still half asleep. After hearing Maishiro Kyousuke's words, she said to herself:
"Huh? Maijo~~Kyousuke?"
"Ah——! Is it Teacher Wu Cheng?"
"oops!"
The sound of Jiang Liumei falling from the bed to the floor came from the phone.
"it hurts!"
When Maijo Kyousuke heard the situation on Eryumei's side, he asked with some concern:
"Miss Jiang Liu, are you okay?"
Jiang Liumei made some chattering sounds, but still replied strong and calmly:
"It's okay, I just accidentally rolled off the bed and knocked my foot."
"On the contrary, Teacher Wucheng, are you calling so early for something important?"
Maijo Kyousuke held the handle of the phone, leaned on the beads beside him, and wrote meaningless words on the floor with his toes.
"It's nothing important. I've written the manuscript and plan to fax it to you for review."
There was a sound of rummaging for items on the phone, and then there was the sound of papers being turned over quickly:
"Mr. Wucheng, don't you have no inspiration? Although I am not a writer, I have been the editor-in-chief of a magazine. If I have good inspiration, I will usually record it in order to help the writer arouse inspiration. Teacher Wucheng does not want to write Is there a story about Eight Hundred Houses and Seven Girls? Don't worry, it will take at least ten days before the magazine is published. Don't put too much psychological pressure on yourself. Even if you can't catch up with the first issue, I can arrange for you to get into the second issue... …”
Maijo Kyousuke couldn't help laughing when he heard Eryu's beautiful words.
Because I could imagine it just from Jiang Liu's beautiful and slightly nervous words.
Jiang Liumeili on the other end of the phone was wearing pajamas at the moment, rubbing her fallen feet and flipping through her notebook quickly, thinking about how to deal with her sudden "no-show".
"Miss Jiang Liu, I mean I have finished writing and I want to fax it to you for review."
Maijo Kyousuke interrupted Eryumei's words, but the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.
After about a minute or two, Maishiro Kesuke heard Eryumei's very surprised voice, as if she had discovered a new world:
"Eh? Teacher Wucheng? Could you please say it again?"
"Did I hear it wrong because I didn't wake up? Or was I just in a dream?"
"It's only been less than seven hours since we last met."
"You said you finished writing the manuscript?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Maijo Kyousuke yawned and replied with a smile:
"No kidding, it's 20,000 words. I just happened to be inspired, so I wrote it all in one go."
There was another silence on the phone, and the sound of rummaging through items came again.
"Mr. Wucheng, where are you now?"
"I'll go find you now!"
When Maijo Kyousuke heard Eryumei's emotional question to him, he was about to speak, but suddenly realized that something was not right.
Turning his head to look, he found that the girl Ming Shen Qingyin had come to his side at some point. She was eavesdropping on the sound coming from the phone with her ears pricked up and looking curious.
Maijo Kyousuke doesn’t want Eryumei to misunderstand.
She didn't even want to tell Jiang Liu Meimei that as soon as she got the royalties, she turned around and got into the hot springs.
Because no matter who it is, if they hear that they stayed in the hot springs all night, they will inevitably have random thoughts, right?
"Well... it's better to use the fax machine. I live far away. It's inconvenient for you to come here in such a cold weather, especially since you fell on your leg..."
Maijo Kyousuke looked at Myojin Kiyone in front of him, and spoke to Eryumeili against his will.
"It doesn't matter, Teacher Wucheng. I can't thank you enough for being able to get your manuscript to support my magazine."
"What's more, you were so concerned about this matter that you wrote the manuscript in just one night!"
“Only by visiting in person can I show my greatest respect!”
When Maijo Kyousuke heard Eryu's beautiful words, he suddenly took a breath:
"Miss Jiang Liu, it's a little inconvenient for me to be here now..."
Just in the middle of what Maijo Kyousuke said, he heard a noise of signal fluctuation coming from the phone.
The beautiful Jiang Liu on the phone disappeared and was replaced by a strange woman with a rather heroic voice:
"Miss Jiang Liu? Who is that?"
"Isn't this the 'Soup of Longevity'? Did I call the wrong number?"
Maijo Kyousuke's hand holding the phone was shaking a little, he was really afraid of what might happen.
In 1980, Japan's landline telephone technology was not perfect, and there were often cross-connections in the same building.
Although the chance is not high, he was met by Maishiro Kesuke without any chance of death.
Myojin Kiyone, who was eavesdropping on the side, saw Maijo Kyousuke looking at him anxiously, and naturally understood what was going on.
He reached out and snatched the phone handle from Maijo Kyousuke's hand, and fiddled with it for a while before restoring the phone:
"Teacher Wucheng, it's done."
As soon as Ming Shen Qingyin said the words, he realized something was not right and hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands.
He handed the phone back to Maijo Kyousuke.
"Miss Jiang Liu just had a phone call..."
There was only the sound of violent breathing on the phone. Just listening to that sound, Maijo Kyousuke could feel the anger conveyed by the other party!
"I understand, Mr. Wucheng is in the 'Hot Spring of Longevity'."
"I'll be there in about an hour or so."
After listening to Eryumei's gritted teeth words, Maijo Kyousuke was about to open his mouth to explain.
The call was suddenly hung up.
Maijo Keisuke grabbed the handle of the phone and smiled bitterly. Myojin Kiyone in front of him also seemed to have done something wrong, biting his lower lip in embarrassment...
