Zongman: Kaijumon invades, I transform into Seven

Kasumigaoka Utaha stood alone in the elevator in a daze.

There was no one in the wide elevator except her. The once bustling Fuzugawa Library has been a bit deserted recently. Not only them, but even the streets are bleak.

The slight sense of weightlessness brought by the elevator’s descent made her a little absent-minded.

She put her thumb to her mouth and bit her nails lightly.

A pair of small feet in flat shoes began to tremble uncontrollably, and the thick heels kept colliding with the floor of the elevator, making a regular tapping sound.

This is a habit of hers. Whenever she is anxious, she will involuntarily tiptoe and bite her nails.

But this action is very inelegant and does not match her personality and appearance as a genius beautiful girl writer.

She only shows these quirks when she is with people she is familiar with and when she is alone.

The elevator descended very quickly, and this strange sense of weightlessness came and went quickly.

When the elevator descended to the first floor and the elevator door opened, Kasumigaoka Utaha had regained her former calmness and beauty.

She walked out of the elevator with a normal look, and walked towards the door of the hall carelessly, with small steps.

She was thinking about her own work.

Love Metronome is a work she is proud of. Although it has not been satisfactory recently, it is like what Machida Yuanzi said.

As long as the next volume performs well.

Coupled with the promotion of the Undead River Library and the gimmick that she is a beautiful girl writer, it may not be impossible to make a beautiful comeback.

Another book signing event will solve many problems.

But she is lacking in some qualities, and the previous passionate emotions have disappeared at this time.

As a light novel author, in order to achieve a good result, in addition to writing, controlling the rhythm, and grasping the emotions of readers, you must also convey your own emotions to readers.

What she writes now may not necessarily attract readers.

She is not unaware of the situation of her work.

But she really wants to write a new book now, and wants to try something other than the field of love.

What should I write?

If you want to cross fields, it is better to get in touch with something closer to the field of love.

The elevator is not far from the entrance of the lobby. Even if she slowed down her pace, Kasumigaoka Utaha passed through the door of the lobby on the first floor and came to the outside of the building.

Outside the first floor of the Unzui River Library is a small square. Kasumigaoka

Utaha took a deep look at this small square.

This square does not cover a large area, but it is usually very lively.

It is not only the exit of the Unzui River Library, but also the exit of several other office buildings around.

It can be said that people have to pass through this square when going in and out of work.

In the morning and evening when going to work, this square can’t be said to be lively.

It’s crowded.

Such a large and stable customer base has of course attracted a large number of small vendors.

Kasumigaoka Utaha still remembers that she used to buy some small things here.

It’s a pity that too many things have happened recently, and no one likes to go out.

So except for daily commuting, this small square that was once prosperous and lively is basically deserted.���Who is she meeting?

She stretched out her long and beautiful legs and headed for the street outside the small square. Her plump yet slender thighs were as muscular as cream, faintly visible under a dark purple short skirt that barely covered half of her thighs.

She didn’t wear much makeup, but her bare face was enough to amaze everyone. She was not very old, with fair skin that was tender and firm, and had the youthfulness that only a girl could have. Her long, shiny black hair was draped over her shoulders.

Her figure was much fuller than that of a girl, and she looked more like a young woman who had just become a wife than a young girl.

She had both the youthfulness of a girl and the beauty of a young woman. (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

It’s a pity that no one here can appreciate the beauty of the street beauties.

Well, it’s not like there’s no one.

In the cold drink shop on the rooftop, Si Nan, who had been paying attention to the situation in the square, almost immediately saw the figure downstairs.

“Finally someone is here.”

Sinan stood up with a bang, startling the uncle not far away.

He quickly came to the edge of the roof, put his hands on the half-high handrail, and looked down.

He stared at the figure downstairs without blinking.

The cold drink shop on the rooftop was far away from the square downstairs, and he was looking down from above, so Sinan couldn’t see the specific appearance of the person below. He could only see that the other person was a woman wearing a purple skirt.

“Are there so many beauties in Kyoto recently?”

Sinan blinked and felt a little unbelievable. Although this is a two-dimensional world, the streets are full of beauties with above-average looks.

Big eyes, white skin, and slender figures are all standard.

But there are relatively few who can be said to be stunning.

Sinan turned his eyes away from the woman below and immediately looked around the square.

There was still no movement around the small square. There was nothing except the two vans next to the small square.