How I was forced to be a boss

Regarding the fact that Chuya Nakahara’s ability has no words, it seems like everyone doesn’t want to tell me, no, it’s not that they don’t want to talk, it seems more like they don’t know how to say it.And after I said that, Chuya's face turned pale.

In fact, I was really curious, so I just asked casually, without really wanting to get any answer.

I'm still wondering if it's because everyone is a family, even Zhong is also a poet, and the number of words is not enough to fill the power, so I just didn't let it go.

It's an interesting conclusion like this.

But because everyone's face was too ugly, I didn't dare to say it. I would still order things like reading air, and finally pretended that I didn't ask about it.

After returning, the remaining time-space conversion devices were also destroyed by Chuya. So far, no one can touch this taboo until humans can really play with time with ease.

Neither can Prynne.

It is rare to have a leisurely morning. I ate breakfast leisurely, and sat quietly by the window to finish writing the second half of "Future".

Although they have experienced a lot of pain, human beings finally turned against the wind and established a new home in a new star field, and the only remaining tiny fire was preserved.Although it is still impossible to say how happy it is, hard work will not be in vain, and time will give everyone an answer.

【…

On October 228, 10 of the interstellar era, the imperial capital had entered winter, and the interstellar constant temperature system was turned on. Although there were many snowflakes falling, the temperature remained at a cool 21 degrees.

The bustling capital of the universe, Tianxing, is decorated with lanterns and festoons on the roads of the city, which is called the imperial capital by the Chinese.

Today is the birthday of the great leader and human treasure Marshal Xiaoguang, and it is also 300 years since her death.Those cruel days are already unimaginable to people nowadays, and they can only be glimpsed in textbooks.

Time has wiped out everything, those sad or towering things have passed away, and nothing remains.

The old man was lying powerlessly on the bed. Today, his long-sick face was rarely rosy. Even though he was old, he still showed his elegance. He looked straight out of the window and at the sky, as if To see the end of the day go.

"Grandpa!" The beautiful young man rushed into the room anxiously.

The old man smiled, held the boy's hand tremblingly, and then said intermittently: "I really hope you can meet her, see that... the world where she is still there." The old man seemed to have seen something. , laughed, and closed his eyes.

The imperial capital Tianxing is still slowly snowing, and the last historical witness in human history has passed away.

After the funeral, young Xi Junyan, the youngest major general in Interstellar, submitted his resignation letter to the military.

Xi Junyan left Tianxing without hesitation, and went to the first stop of exploring history, the starting point of Marshal Xiaoguang's brilliant life, the old capital - Earth.

The journey of young Xi Junyan begins now. 】

By the time it was finished it was almost dusk again.

I stretched, hammered my stiff neck, walked to the shelf where the three-handled knives were placed, and took out the small note from my body.

"At present, there are no drafts in arrears in hand, so I can finally breathe a sigh of relief." He said to himself.

Get these things done before things start, so I can feel more at ease.

Otherwise my poor honest editor will cry again.

I can't bear to bully him anymore.

The events in Italy were still being broadcast on TV, and Mr. Sawada did not live up to my expectations and stood up and won the conviction of everyone. Probably the Italian mafia has never been so united.

I should have heard that I was back, and received a call from Mr. Odasaku in the evening.

"Want a drink?"

Regardless of what Mr. Oda Saku said, I guess I still only have a glass of milk when I get there.

No matter what, Teacher Cat will definitely not agree.

"of course."

It's still the same place, but Mr. Sakaguchi won't be here this time. It is said that he has something to do.

"How are things going in Italy?"

Mr. Odasaku shook his wine glass leisurely, and he seemed much more relaxed than before.

Osamu Dazai said indifferently: "I heard that Bailan's family will be torn apart by the angry people whenever they appear, so they can only hide in unknown places and dare not show their heads."

"How pitiful."

After thinking for a while, Oda Sakunosuke said, "Anyway, I should be able to be quiet for a while."

I held tons of milk in my hand, put down the glass and sighed comfortably, and while motioning to the bartender to help me fill it up, I replied to Mr. Odasaku, "It will probably only be two days."

Then he looked down at his watch.

"what happened?"

"He should have discovered it, the God-inspector who wanted to use it didn't show up at all."

Thinking of that scene, I laughed softly.

"What's the matter, what's the matter? Did something happen?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head.

"That person's expression should be funny."

"Hey—here it is again, Ling Yang's strange interest,"

Russia, Far East, Siberia.

The autumn season has begun, and compared to other places in the world, this underdeveloped small city has begun to feel the invasion of cold air.

In the wooden house in the suburbs late at night, everything has been prepared.

"Is it a habit?"

A man wearing a thick hat can be seen from the projection in the room.

Brandeso tugged at the cotton candy in his hand, squinted his eyes and nodded, "Of course, thank you very much, Fyodor."

He was beaten by everyone in Italy and even in many countries, but in the end, his well-meaning allies took him in, who was homeless. It was so miserable.

He sighed again, and complained with puffy face, "That person is too ruthless, and all the industries I have worked so hard to develop are lost."

"You pissed her off too much."

"Are you more extreme than Fyodormy?"

"There is no doubt about it."

Bai Lan smiled meaningfully, "I think she hates me to the same extent as she hates you."

Then, as if thinking of something, he muttered unwillingly, "That's not necessarily true, she is always more tolerant of you than me", and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

"Lord Bai Lan." The subordinate stepped forward to ask for instructions.

"Let's get started." He responded casually, as if what he was about to do was not to destroy the world.

The machine made a huge roar when it was running, and all kinds of data kept flashing across the display screen that occupied the entire wall.Irie was operating non-stop, but his heart was very calm.

There was one thing he knew.

Bai Lanta, this time he is doomed.

The machine has been running for a long time, but nothing happened. None of the god judges who should have broken through the protection and entered this world at a large age did not show up.

"...stop it."

Bai Lan stopped immediately.

"Hey, this is really..." As if being hit, he lowered his head in frustration.

Fyodor had no reaction to the defeat of his allies.

In the next second, Bai Lan clapped her hands and exclaimed happily, "It's amazing, how did she do it?"

Only then did Fyodor slowly reveal the information he had just received, "I heard that the King of Gold sent someone to her home to take away three swords."

Bai Lan didn't care about the allies' concealment of information, but felt emotional, "The action is really fast, there is no way out now."

Whoever believes this is a fool.Irie stood aside and thought blankly.

"You must be laughing at me now." Bai Lan stuffed the cotton candy into her mouth angrily.

Fyodor ignored him and simply hung up the video chat.

"Any new developments over there at the Literature Club?"

Speaking of this, Sakunosuke Oda felt that his state was much higher.

"Recently, there have been a lot of people who have submitted articles. Everyone is very good. I heard that there is a wave of literary creation among students. A new magazine is also in preparation. The newly established department of literary style is also in preparation. It's on the agenda."

This situation is quite good, but it is far from the social phenomenon level development that I want.

Oda Sakunosuke hesitated, "But there is a little problem with the recruitment of the new department's head and members."

"Eh?"

I thought this should be the least worrying?Didn't you say there were a lot of people coming?

"There are indeed many excellent people, but Poe and I have disagreements on the selection of ministers, and it is difficult to reach a consensus, and... the selected people are a bit unconvincing."

He said it more euphemistically, but I can see why after a little bit.

It is normal for literati to be dissatisfied with each other.

"This matter was indeed my negligence."

It is difficult to convince so many people based on the choices of Mr. Oda Saku and Poe or within the club. Articles are themselves influenced by factors such as personal aesthetic preferences.It is also unrealistic to insist on ranking among many articles.

It seems that one thing is on the agenda earlier than expected.

"Mr. Odasaku, we no longer build departments one by one slowly."

Oda Sakunosuke froze for a moment.

"What is Ling Yang going to do again?"

The word 'again' is very interesting.I choked.

It's like I've been messing around.

Ignoring Osamu Dazai, he continued: "We will directly release multiple genre departments at the same time, and all the ministers will be vacant, and then we will prepare for the first nationwide essay competition of our literary agency, set up corresponding awards, and accept the opinions of the whole society. According to the public's review, No.1 in each category will become the director of this department, and his work will have the priority of 'J' in gamification, animation and film and television in the next year."

This kind of thing, anyway, is for the public to see, and works that have withstood the test are excellent works.

Doing so can not only establish prestige for the new minister, but also prevent others from feeling that the two existing ministers are seeking personal gain.

If something happens, it can play the role of publicity to the greatest extent, and it can also stimulate everyone to produce more. The cooperation with 'J' can also form a complete industrial chain, which is perfect.

Oda Sakunosuke thought for a while, "It is indeed a very good solution, but it seems that we need a highly respected everyone to press the field."

This is indeed a problem.

The so-called pressure, to put it bluntly, is a gimmick, the person who presents the award, the judges.

It doesn't matter what you say.

Just make it feel like an authoritative enough match.

"I do know a professor at Tokyo University who is very respected in the circle, and most importantly, he admires you very much." Osamu Dazai, who listened quietly for a long time, propped his head and swirled his wine glass, as if drinking More talking nonsense.

I think so anyway.

I don't believe that he can know any professor from the University of Tokyo. This is a person who has been involved in the underworld at a young age.

Seeing my eyes, he immediately became angry, "Why don't you believe me! Really!"

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and showed me his contact number.

Until then I couldn't help a little bit of wanting to believe him.

"This professor, is he in Tokyo now?"

"That's right," he nodded with a smile, "I live in Mihua Town in Tokyo."

"Ah, what a coincidence." I subconsciously touched the note with the address in my pocket.