I am a master of light novels in Japan

"Um... I'm sorry, for a while, I forgot that it was that guy who said to you, but I always feel that you and him are in line with him, and the lines are on the right line." Kagurazaka Ayame said with a smile.

"Ok……"

Azusa Nakano felt a little curious and embarrassed, and always felt a sense of indescribable confusion in her heart.

Finally, the three of them arrived at the door of the office together.

"Can you come in now?" Kagurazaka Ayame asked.

Soon after, the wooden door of the office opened, and the face of a foreign girl came out from the room, with long golden hair, fair and delicate skin, and a faint smile. It looked like a beauty from Britain and France.

"Ah, is Aoyama-sensei a foreigner!?" Jun Suzuki asked excitedly.

"Eh, no, I'm not Teacher Qingshan, but her friend and assistant. You are her fans, please show me more."

This British girl is naturally Rita. She deliberately stayed in Japan to concentrate on taking care of someone, mainly at work, but with the help of another friend in life.

"First of all, I need to sign a confidentiality contract. Teacher Qingshan doesn't want her identity to spread in society, so I need to sign a private confidentiality agreement. Sorry, the rules are simple, but she also believes that fans can absolutely do it."

Rita gave a confidential contract to Jun Suzuki.

As a result, in this seemingly formal contract, there is only one standard for compensation for breach of contract, that is, an apology, and no monetary items are involved.

"Yes, the teacher doesn't like to reveal words..."

Suzuki signed the name as he spoke.

But Rita didn't care about the other two people. After taking a look at the three of them, she let them in.

Finally, I can see the true face of the manga author Mio Aoyama...

A gust of breeze came quietly when the door opened. In the bright room, a faint white gauze covered the other side of the desk, and on that side, there was a woman with golden hair. Girl, sit there quietly.Such tranquility, like a snow-white world, is close, yet there is a sacred and inviolable breath.

"..." Suzuki Jun and others stared at it, even if they could see the face of the girl opposite, they always felt very beautiful.

"welcome."

The author girl spoke up.

The sound is clear and delicate, indescribable, and there is a sense of sight in whispering.

Jun Suzuki came back to his senses, bowed immediately, and said excitedly: "Yes! I am a fan of the teacher Jun Suzuki, please give me some advice, teacher, please sign me."

"You're welcome."

The author girl nodded and said.

As a result, all three young girls came to the table, Suzuki Jun sat in the seats, but all three of them stared at the young girl writer.

"It's so beautiful..." Azusa Nakano stared blankly and said in a low voice of praise.

"It's like an angel..." Hirazeyou nodded and said.

Suzuki Jun always feels that this original author is really more incredible than the misunderstanding just now. Although she can't see all her looks, she is indeed blonde, but her face and temperament follow the Japanese side. He always feels that God is right. She was too partial and gave her beauty and talent to this young girl.

It’s just that Suzuki Jun is a little curious that when signing, the girl who claims to be an assistant always writes to Aoyama Mio where it’s better. Generally speaking, the cover or the blank space on the second page is usually enough. People can know at a glance, why do they need guidance?

"Your name?" the author girl asked.

"Suzuki Jun." Suzuki Jun said with a smile.

Soon, the signature was written and handed to Jun Suzuki.

Suzuki Jun and others looked at the autographs one after another, but the smooth writing always felt a sense of artistry, and the three girls suddenly opened their eyes and admired them.

Rita came out and said, "Then, three..."

"Um, I'm very sorry. Actually, I still have a friend who can't come today, so... Mr. Qingshan, can you sign another copy for me!?"

Suddenly, Jun Suzuki stood up, bowed to Aoyama Mio and Rita, and asked cheekyly.

"Eh..." Rita was stunned, she hadn't encountered such a situation.

"It's ok."

As a result, the author girl was silent for a moment and responded to Suzuki Jun's request.

"No, thank you very much!"

Suzuki thanked him with a happy smile.

"I said...this is too bold, and suddenly asked for an extra signature..." Nakano Azusa lingered into Suzuki Jun's ear with lingering fear.

"It's okay. Haven't we seen the fan who is also Aoyama-sensei. We will hand over the autograph to him after seeing him next time."

Suzuki explained with a bright smile.

"!"

Nakano Azusa and Heizawa's expressions suddenly changed. Of course, they knew who "he" meant...

Soon, the author girl who wrote a message behind the cover of another comic book asked, "What's your friend's name?"

Suzuki Jun was taken aback for a moment, and after a daze for a while, he faltered and said, "This..."

"If you are a friend, why don't you remember the name?" Rita leaned down, looked at her questioningly, and asked.

In this way, Suzuki Jun encountered a great problem.

She glanced at Azusa Nakano, and then at You Hiraizawa. As a result, You poke a little bit at her ignorant and reminded her in a low voice, "Just say the reason in general, Aoyama-teacher will understand. "

"No, what he said... is someone we met by chance, a good looking... college student senior..."

Suzuki Jun tried his best to organize the language and came slowly.

"..."

The author girl suddenly shook her body slightly.

"Although his eyes are scary and he likes to wear cosplay clothes, he is surprisingly a good person. When chatting with us, he mentioned that he likes your teacher's work very much. Therefore, I would like to see him next time if I am destined Give him the teacher's signature, he should be very happy..."

Suzuki Jun then smiled and said.

"...What is he like?"

Behind Qingsha, the girl raised her head and asked.

Suzuki Jun was taken aback for a moment, and then replied: "Hey, this...about 1.75 meters, wearing a three-cornered hat and a black European-style coat..."