"Wear it," Jiutiao Meijie said with a smile, lying on the couch.
Beside the elm table, Kiyono Lin fiddled with the DSLR camera.
"It's strange, too strange, it doesn't make sense," Dubian Che muttered repeatedly.
"Mr. Dubian, don't make me look down on you," Kiyono Lin aimed the camera at him, constantly focusing, "Losing isn't scary, just win the next time."
"I know that, of course, but don't you find it odd? You just read some light novels temporarily, and your writing leaned more toward light literature. That publishing house called Seven Seven, they publish nothing but violent, vulgar, erotic books, and my writing couldn't take first place?"
Kiyono Lin put down the camera and sighed with a headache, "Mr. Dubian, you really need to reflect on where your confidence is misplaced."
"Meiji!" Dubian Che turned his head to look at his girlfriend, "You understand, right? You know the market the best, right?"
"Mm, understand, know."
"So you mean..."
