Konoha is also very enthusiastic today

The decoration of the coffee shop is in Chinese style, mainly made of wooden structure. The space is spacious. In addition to the main hall, there are additional small private rooms for guests. Potted plants that are replaced regularly are surrounded by flowers that exude a faint fragrance.

It is a quiet layout that can sweep away people's worries as soon as they enter. It respects the purpose of guests' privacy, ensures their tranquility, and provides them with a good environment for conversation.

Being able to take a liking to this place at a glance is enough to show that Zhongya's taste is not low.

...But I am surprisingly obsessed with hats.

"Is there anything you want Chuuya to order?" Konoha called the waiter.

"No." He was here just now discussing with someone, "You can order your own."

"Okay." Konoha finally ordered a cup of coffee.

She is a sweet person, but she doesn't only eat sweet things all the time. For example, now, she also likes the mellow aroma of coffee... Of course, black coffee is forgettable.

He appears to be very familiar with the human way of life...

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"How long have you been here?"

The orange-red haired boy sat opposite her. His cobalt blue eyes were as clear and transparent as the rained sky. They were like diamonds without a trace of impurities. They always attracted her attention unconsciously.

Konoha likes clear and pure things, so she has a good sense of Chuuya who has such eyes.

Konoha automatically interpreted Chuuya's question as "How long have you been born?"

"If you ask about my age...well, although you can't tell, I am indeed not over ten years old this year."

"So young?" Wait, that's wrong. Chuuya was almost led astray, "I'm not asking about your age. What I'm asking is, how long has it been since you came to Yokohama...this world?"

"……"What's the meaning?

After holding up the coffee cup, Konoha raised her eyes, and her suspicious expression was reflected in the brown coffee.

"You...all know?"

"I know. Besides, you didn't bother to hide it at all." Chuuya sighed, "You told us straightforwardly about your inhuman identity, and you also wrote your experience into a book... It was easy to guess, You must be the Leaf Village from another world."

"That's right." He felt relieved, Konoha drank the coffee in one gulp, and spoke with a mellow taste, "How many people know now?"

"As far as I know, more than half of the gangsters in Hong Kong know about it, but the official side still doesn't know." But it is basically equivalent to exposure.

That's it.Konoha nodded. She didn't care too much about her identity being exposed. To be honest, she felt that it saved a lot of things. For example, now, she didn't have to rack her brains to compile her origins.

"Yokohama." Chuuya suddenly spit out this word.

After Konoha looked over, he hesitated and asked: "I mean, since you claim to be the agent of the city, summoned by Yokohama's wish, and can hear its voice..." His voice lowered further, " Yokohama, what are your wishes?”

"Don't be nervous." Seeing the boy's tense shoulders, Konoha laughed out loud, "Yokohama likes you very much. Although you always tear it apart and blow it up to leave scars on it from time to time, Yokohama doesn't intend to blame you. "

"..." This was Chuuya who was so guilty that he even lowered his head under the table.

"As for its wish..." Konoha deliberately left it in suspense, "It is what I have always done."

"???" For a moment, he couldn't think of what she was referring to, so Chuuya had no choice but to change the subject, "You are very adaptable to human society."

"Well, I'm not used to it when I first came to another world. I can only say that it's good that I have Odasaku, otherwise I would have to beg for food."

Konoha put on a bitter expression.

Zhongya was speechless and choked: "..."

The transcendent goes to beg for food? ?Do you know what you are talking about? ?

After thinking for a while, Chuuya carefully considered his words and said, "Well... you are really friendly to humans."

"I'm telling you, don't always say things like 'you're not a human being.'" the girl complained. "I was born in people's expectations. That's enough. I can't be considered a human being physically. But I have never denied that I am a member of the human race, right?"

"I love the human beings who created me and their innate, sparkling dreams and love."

"Sorry, that's not what I meant." He said apologetic words, but Chuuya's lips could not help but raise a warm arc.

Sure enough, he thought correctly. This person has a strong sense of self-identity, and...

That vigorous, everlasting fire of life.

They are two completely opposite types of people from Dazai.

Chuuya doesn't like it, or in other words, he likes it very much, as if it has a bright light of infinite vitality.

What does it mean to meet late and hate it, that's it.

The more the two chatted, the more involved they became. They found that the other person was very compatible with them. The two people's three views were consistent and their brain circuits were similar. Chatting with each other was like finding a close friend, and it felt like a comfortable feeling like a spring breeze.

"You have fulfilled your wish for Yokohama, are you going back?"

To be honest, Chuuya was a little reluctant to let go of this rare friend.

"Yes, I'm just a passer-by after all. The backbone of Yokohama still lies with you." Konoha is very good at talking. When facing the friend he likes, his mouth seems to be covered with honey. After a few words, Chuuya's eyes become even more uncomfortable. Give up.

"Then it will definitely be very hard for you when you go back...don't be too sad."

Chuuya's eyes showed sympathy.

Konoha was stunned: "What?" What kind of hard work?What's sad? ?

"Oh." The young man leaned forward and reached out to pat her shoulder, "You have already opened the skylight and spoken out, so why are you pretending? Your father killed your other father. You must have been very sad at the time, right?"

Konoha: "..."

Okay, she understands where the dissonance lies.

The girl was like condensed paraffin. She didn't know what expression to put on, so she could only remain frozen.

Well, how should she tactfully tell her new friends that her father is not dead, her uncle is not dead, and what she is writing is actually the history of a parallel world?

Konoha remained silent, and Chuuya thought that she was touched by him and felt sad, and immediately said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this. Since you can write it, it proves that you have come out...it's me Too much to say.”

Konoha stopped talking.

How should she answer this?

In the end, Chuuya had been delayed for too long and had to rush back to write a report. After a call from his subordinate, he said goodbye in a hurry.

Konoha silently stared at the young man's back and ordered another cup of coffee to calm down his shock.

She had a bad guess in her mind.

Wouldn't these people all mistakenly think that she is the miserable Konoha Village in his works? !

More than half of the Hong Kong gangsters know it...Gan, you don't know Oda Sakuya? !

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No wonder she always felt that the way Odasaku looked at her recently was fuzzy... full of the pity of an old father. Could he think that she had been stimulated in her childhood and lacked fatherly love, so he planned to make it up to her?

No, no, no, Odasaku, how old are you!Although she usually teases your old father, it doesn't mean that she really regards you as her father!

You're so young, don't take on the role of a father so easily, Odasaku!

He was so frightened by his own thoughts that he didn't dare to go home. Whenever he thought about Odasaku and the others seeing him as a poor orphan with a broken family, Konoha felt hairy all over.

Look, why did you write about the parallel world of Konoha Village in the first place? You must have received your retribution.

Dad, uncle, mom, I'm sorry for you...

Covering his face, Konoha left the cafe.

I don’t want to go home so soon right now.

Well, she should go to the Writers Association first to have a look.

Konoha thought ostrichly.

The official designated a site for her as the site of the Writers' Association. The geographical location is second only to the five buildings of Hong Kong and Black. Speaking of which, Konoha has reason to suspect that if Hong Kong and Black hadn't marked the land in advance, her Writers' Association might have been designated. There it is.

The first floor of the Writers Association is the conference hall, which is used for meetings, discussions, and exchanges among the Writers Association members. The second floor is the library structure, used for checking information and finding inspiration.

In addition, because the space is large enough, she also designated a rest area and a tea room. Out of her own preference, she also decorated it in a Chinese style. The long-standing Chinese culture is reflected in the decoration.

For example, there are several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the conference hall, as well as wooden floors and carved Tai Chi patterns.

Of course, it is not a single Chinese style. In order to reflect the idea of ​​​​inclusiveness and out of practical considerations of foreigners joining the association in the future, Konoha also added many Western elements.

For example, the rest room is modeled after a classic European salon.

From construction to decoration, it can be said to be high-end and classy, ​​but Konoha is not very satisfied. The reason is simple: there are few people.

Perhaps it’s because the layout is so unrealistic that so far, no one has called to join the Writers Association.

Obviously her membership requirements are not high, sigh.

The spacious venue was extremely silent. Konoha thought that she would find a time to take the initiative. If she continued to wait passively like this, there would only be two members of the Tianhuangji Old Writers Association.

Her second book has not yet been completed, and the conditions for the large-scale essay competition she conceived are not yet mature. She needs a more attractive one...

Konoha held her chin up and glanced around aimlessly.

Then, not knowing what she saw, the girl's eyes lit up and she fixed her gaze on a wall.

Konoha stood up quietly, and quietly... the Flying Thunder God teleported behind her target.

"Meow--"

Hey, I caught you!

Before the calico cat jumped down, Konoha went up and a fierce tiger pounced on it, pressing the furry little cutie into his arms.

The girl held up the two cats' arms and gave them a cursory inspection.

"Well, it's pretty clean. I've seen you so many times before, which only proves that we are destined... Damn it, it's a male!"

Male calico cat, a rare species!

Konoha became more determined not to let it go.

"It is said that you also have the meaning of a lucky cat. It just so happens that our Writers Association still lacks a mascot, and it’s you, little cutie!"

With Maomao, I think the Writers Association will be more down-to-earth.

After all, who can resist a cat?

The calico cat struggled desperately: "Meow--!!"

Let me go! !