Chapter 1 (1/2)

Chapter 1: Saki Mitsumura

Saki Mitsuirl

In the h school classroom’s constant commotion, the air around her seemed to exhibit a special type of tranquility

Sitting by a , her beautiful profile with long hair shi+ning dark brown in the sun gave Saki appearance of a skillfully crafted doll

She excelled acade No one ever bothered her or asked for her help

Head always in a book, she hardly ever spoke with her classmates

Everyone was conscious of her presence, and yet no one came into physical contact with her, as if she was enclosed within glass walls

Saki Mitsumura was that type of person

That’s why one day when she suddenly spoke to irl is like a doll come to life!”

“What’cha reading?”

It was the saiven the correct anshen called on by the teacher in class

I was the only student who stayed behind in the classrooazed at my sunlit desk for a moment and then raised my head to see the source of the voice

Saki Mitsu atin her face

“What’cha reading, Sakizaki?”

I hadn’t answered her question, so she repeated herself

For the first tiirl–as in the sa

I hurriedly showed her the book which lie opened on my desk

“It’s an atlas”

“An atlas?”

Her well-forether in distrust

The girl’s response was only natural The atlas I had before o

Even the country na this atlas that I’d found at home

Looking at it,this country naot around to writing it

But I didn’t say anything about that to her

You see, I’s that haven’t been directly asked of me

Saki looked intently over my shoulder at the atlas, and then withdrew a step

“You don’t read novels much, do you?”

“Nope”

In o there were career authors, and to be honest, I wish I had been born back then

I’ve also heard that the obligation to publish, given to citizens as the final stage of coh cultural level But the reality was that there was a good and bad side to this practice

I have no interest in reading novels written by students with the carelessness of a sunment

Even assuuarantee that it will be a good fit for me

Word of mouth or online review sites don’t helpa book essentially boils down to choosing a person

That’s why I don’t read too many books Even if by chance I do stumble upon a novel I really enjoy, that author’s second book will never exist

By forcing everyone to write, the nunificantly I sometimes wonder if the politicians back then had considered this

Hearing my answer, Saki nodded

“Did you write your book yet?”

“Nope”

“Have you found anything you want to write about?”

“Not yet”

I stated the facts frankly and to the point

What could this girl be planning? I wish she would just cut to the chase

As if reading my mind, Saki smiled broadly

Just as I was thinking, Wow, she’s as cute as a real girl, she spoke again

“In that case, would you ?“

I digested what she said for irl is crazy

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