The Author of Depressive Novel, You are traumatizing your Fans!

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He briefly reviewed the functions of the system and after he was satisfied, he take a quick look at the Original Draft of "Your Lie in April."

Remembering the collateral damage he had received from the anime version of this manuscript, he was almost feling sorry for the world. Almost.

Oh what a low born pleb they were.

He was brimming with confidence at this moment.

The quality of light Novels this world offer can be said to be at the level of toilet paper at best.

As long as he is given enough time to copy the manuscript, even if there is no system, he is certain that he would be successful with the concept that he can plagiarise easily

So long as he was allowed to submit this Manuscript, he would be immediately destined to become one of the top writers.

Even keeping aside the depressive aspacts of the Anime, which it was famously known for, the first half of the show he watched, he remembered oozes off a very fuzzy, warm tingling energy.

In this world, it would simply have the new crown, so all else shall bow down unto it.

At worst, he could divide the novel into two volumes...

—A good Idea.

'He he he he' His smile was full of Malice.

He should divide the Draft into two volumes and sell the first half as a healing work.

Oh goodness gracious!

He would use the first half of the roll to lure the dirty dogs that crave for a healing slice of life work, and they shall be satisfied, for a few thousand words at least.

Because they would have no idea the lure they were given were a meat that is soaked with a lethal poison.

Finally, when they have gone far enough, to the point they have become addicted, he would then kill them in cold blood, with the second half of the roll.

Isn't he too cruel for comitting such a heavy treason?

Though it is a fact established that there is no heart durable enough to be toyed with, Nanahara Yu would be ignoring it for now.

Perhaps, after the streets of Tokyo is flooded by the tears of whom loved this work, and school cancelled, maybe then he would give it a thought.

In fact, his opinion is that they should really thank him instead, because there are even more extreme ones.

But nahara Yu is not a devil, so of course he won't feed them those... For now.

....

After fully understanding this system that was granted to him, Nanahara Yu remove the screen from his sight.

Now that he was done sorting the immediate plan, he recalled his classmates.

Hayama, Saika, Dango, Hikigaya and more...

He even recalled the memories of his predecessor associating with them.

Having the additional memories of things that he'd never experienced, it was definitely weird somehow.

Perhaps it's all a dream?

But pinching his forearm, the pain receptors in them says that this was indeed not a fantasy.

He still felt somewhat dreamy about all of this.

But it seems to be thoroughly real.

He planned to drink some water to calm his nerves a bit.

Although in this era, stories about transmigration has become generic, he was still allowed to be excited wasn't he?

...

Relying on the memory of his predecessor, he reached a location in the campus atrium.

It was not too far from the sports ground, the place was where Saika used to practice alone and where Zaimokuza Yoshiteru often eats.

You can even clearly see students sweating hard on the sports field.

And we shall ignore how many gals greeted this man, because honestly, popular people are irritating.

Also, because there was no memory of these people in Nanahara Yu's head.

It was probably because the original owner of the body, who was obsessed with baseball and hentai, did not remember them.

Knowing that fact, it was quite sad for them even.

"Finally here."

The reason why Nanahara Yu came to this place was because there is a vending machine and also tables for resting.

Beside that he also really wanted to quench his thirst.

But after Yu Nanahara approached the vending machine and tap around his pockets, he suddenly had a troubled expression.

He brought no Yen with him.

—THUD!

Nanahara Yu sighed lightly.

He didn't expect to be in such a terrible situation, it made him even more worried about his future and how should he proceed.

But after thinking for a bit, he was relieved to know that he had still some savings, just that he forgot to brought some today.

Since he just didn't bring it with him today, it shouldn't be a problem to borrow from one of his classmate.

However, the class was in session, so obviously there was no use in going back.

And he was unsure if he still had the guts to face Teacher Hiratsuka.

He look around for a bit, maybe hoping that a solution to magically appear in front of him... It did actually appear... magically

It was a girl sitting quietly on the rest seat some distance away from him, immersing herself to a book.

He glanced at the vending machine, then at the "literary girl", smiling slightly.

"This must be fate!"

Nanahara Yu formulate the words he should say to the girl for a moment, then slowly walked towards the girl.

The girl, Yukinoshita was reading a book with the setting sun as her backdrop.

Her hair swayed occasionally with the breath of a cool breeze.

The beautiful scene in front of him made Nanahara daze for a moment.

Beauty is one thing. But beauty that entirely swallow it's surrounding is another.

When Nanahara close the distance between them, yukino reacted very quickly, almost like a cat.

It was quite adorable if Nanahara had to comment on it.

Although she was immersed in the world of literature just now, she had noticed someone was coming in her direction.

She just didn't expect for them to greet her.

The girl put the bookmark onto the book out of habit, then raised her head slightly.

"Nana... Classmate Kun? Can I help you with something?"

The girl's voice had no fluctuations, combining with her emotionless, almost frosty gaze Nanahara could feel no warmth from her.

As Sobu High's "Flower of the High Mountains", she has a self awareness and confidence of someone greater than thou.

Perhaps she was not that eager to speak with someone who interrupted her.

Nanahara Yu's eyes fell on the girl for a moment.

True, she has a very beautiful appearance, with a pale and delicate complexion, and her hair a dark and smooth one.

Although she is wearing loose sports clothes, she still has an aura that enchanted all things that were in her vicinity.

As the name suggests, snow beneath the snow. [TN: Yukino-Snowfield/Shita-Under/Yukino-Snowfield, so the pun]

She was an existence that people can not touch normally, let alone obtain, it is something that should be marvel at its beauty from a distance.

Because too close up, her coldness would engulf anyone who dare approached too closely.

Even so there is a groove that Nanahara Yu wanted to complain about.

This woman obviously recognizes him.

She even said "Nana".

Why did she change his name to "classmate kun"?!

But thinking about it, at most, they were both one of the few celebrities of Sobu High.

He shouldn't care too much.

Then his eyes quickly shifted to the pink-covered book in the girl's hand.

When he saw the name on the book cover, Nanahara Yu was a little surprised:

"The Lover" by Marguerite Duras?"

Maybe it was because she felt the strange gaze from the boy, or because there was something shameful about the book.

After Nanahara Yu read out the author of this book Yukinoshita Yukino's face showed a little panick, and covered the book subconsciously with her white, delicate palms.

Obviously she didn't expect that a boy from the sports department like Yu Nanahara would recognize this book.

This made her a little careless.

"It's a work of the French Goncourt literature." The girl glanced aside and said coldly.

She appear to be calm at first glance, with no audible fluctuations in her voice.

But her slightly red ears tucked under her black hair gave away that she was shy, even if it was just slightly.

After all, this was a work that talked about the perception and reflection of sexual relationship between men and women in modern French society from a different perspectives.

And there is no contact between nanahara and herself, so it was truly inappropriate to have a discussion about this book, according to Yukinoshita.

Nanahara Yu, understanding the girl's cue did not continue this topic further, but speak softly with a smile:

"Yukinoshita-san, can you do me a favor?"

Yukinoshita eyed him suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"As the president of the service club, can't you?"

"If it's within reason, I I'd be happy to assist."

With a strong paint of threat in her eyes, Yukinoshita wait for Nanahara Yu to speak.

'She didn't sound like someone who is happy at all!'. Nanahara Yu complained.

Obviously he hadn't the faintest clue how he sounded.

But Yu Nanahara suddenly thought of a joke

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"Yukinoshita-san, you don't want our classmates to know about you reading of this book do you?"

'The hell?! She didn't suspect I would say that did she? !'

Indeed she did.

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TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: I'm here to bargain for powerstones.