How I was forced to be a boss

"Pfft! Hahaha, Ango, what kind of expression is that on your face!"

Seeing Ango Sakaguchi's pale face instantly, Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing.

Even Mr. Oda secretly smiled, "Where did you go, Ango."

I looked at a few people in confusion, not knowing what happened. Teacher Cat patted my head lightly with his paw.

"Ling Yang is talking about literature."

Although I didn't understand what was going on, I honestly explained my thoughts to Mr. Sakaguchi in detail.

"...So, not only in terms of literature, it is also good for the long-term development in the future. Although it was initiated from Yokohama, if it goes well, it will indeed be a major event that can affect the whole country!"

Mr. Sakaguchi looked at me with an indescribable expression on his face: "Teacher, can you finish speaking in one breath next time?"

I retorted unconvinced: "Mr. Sakaguchi, who obviously reacted so strongly, is even more strange!"

"Uh, Teacher Zhuxi, if I didn't know your thoughts in advance, I think everyone would have this kind of reaction when they heard you say that."

Um?Um?What happened to Mr. Oda?Is it because I haven't urged him to change for too long?

So I raised my head and looked at Mr. Oda with a vicious smile on my face: "How is your new book done?"

"Bamboo... Teacher Zhuxi..."

"Huh? What do you want to say? Oda-san?"

"It's nothing... I will definitely deliver the manuscript next month."

I was satisfied and went back with Mr. Oda's promise. Chatting with these people in the bar made my pressure a lot less.

When I got the new issue of the Yokohama Daily News, I was too nervous to open it. I was surprised to find a little bit of nervousness when I opened the report card back then, but it was like opening a blind box, and there was still some anticipation in it. .

I am afraid that Mr. Ranpo will guess everything, so that I can no longer continue, but I am also looking forward to it, wanting to know what kind of wonderful story he can give me this time.

Opening the newspaper, I carefully read the part of the story that belongs to me, and the more I looked down, the heavier my heart became.

Sure enough, he guessed the method of committing the crime on my side.

But at the end, I breathed a sigh of relief.

The distraction I let off had a little effect as I wanted it to, and that little effect was enough to last me till the end.

Because no real motive was found, Mr. Ranpo seemed to be uncertain about the choice of the murderer. This uncertainty made him hesitate in the original answer, reflected in the text, that is, Mr. Ranpo gave me a different answer. different results from the previous one.Fortunately, in terms of text, it seems impossible to use his supernatural powers to find the answer directly.

This gave me an opportunity.

"But Mr. Ranpo's writing is really interesting! And it's very unconventional!" I rolled on the sofa holding the newspaper with a happy face.

"After this time is over, I may become a loyal fan of Mr. Ranpo!"

After calming down, I looked at the readers' replies again.

Compared with the first week, the number of replies is increasing rapidly every week. Except for the first week, all the replies are published, and the subsequent ones will be carefully selected by the editor before being published.

of.

I carefully read all kinds of surprising answers given by everyone after diverging their thinking.

"Oh! It turns out that Mr. Ranpo's place can be extended in this direction?"

"Well, indeed, if things go on like this, Hiraoka might become the murderer too."

……

This feeling of being able to collide with everyone's thinking is really very comfortable.

I put down the newspaper contentedly, amazed at how awesome the readers are.But I feel fortunate that no one has really guessed my story line yet.

I can continue writing with confidence. After all, I probably didn't guess the story of Mr. Ranpo correctly. Even if I guessed right, Mr. Ranpo must have buried other threads in it long ago.

We both do.Burying more lines helps to change the following plot when the other party guesses. After all, this is not a real case, it is just a novel. As the master, we all have the right to change the life of the character at any time.

【…

Hiraoka becomes suspicious of Mrs. Kobayakawa's daughter.

The gap between this Miss Kobayakawa and the image he built in his mind based on the collected information is too great, perhaps the key point lies in this Kobayakawa.

……

Today, his mother was away, and when he saw the garbage at home, Kobayakawa wanted to help his mother with some housework, so he decided to go out and dispose of it by himself.

As soon as she went out, Kobayakawa noticed a man at the door, which made her vigilant all of a sudden. It was a tall and strong man with a cold face, looking over with scrutiny, Kobayakawa backed away a little afraid Take a few steps.

The next moment, the man laughed, diluting the sharp parts of his facial features all at once, looking like an ordinary and honest office worker.

Seeing her looking very happy, the man said to her from a distance: "Hi, sorry to bother you, I can't find my way, can you tell me which side of this street is?"

The girl stepped forward hesitantly.

……

"Thank you very much."

"By the way, you still look like a student. Today is not a day off. Are you not going to school?" Hiraoka asked innocently.

A little doubt appeared on the girl's face: "But it's still spring break."

Hiraoka looked at the girl in front of him with a strange expression.

It's the end of May now, where did the spring break come from?

...]

My story has been laid out a little bit, and I calculated it with my fingers. It is estimated that in another month, this project will be successfully concluded. I can finally bid farewell to this painful day and go back to my salty life. Life.

【…

Hiraoka originally planned to go back and apply for access to the files of the Kobayakawa family, but when he was about to go back, he happened to pass by housewives who were chatting together, and the center of the topic was still the Kobayakawa family.

"Is Mrs. Kobayakawa still like that?"

"There is no way, after all, life is so miserable."

"Even if my daughter has so many shortcomings..."

"Yeah, even if my daughter has so many shortcomings..."

Hiraoka hesitated for a moment, but stepped forward anyway, participating in the conversation of the housewives for the first time.

"Not good intentions

Si, I'm Miss Kobayakawa's teacher, do you know why she doesn't go to school? "

The housewives were surprised when they heard his question, "Ah, don't you know?"

"Miss Kobayakawa, it's been a year since she passed away!"

Hiraoka instantly felt that the blood in his body was stagnant, and his hands and feet suddenly lost the temperature, as if he was in the cold winter.

"Sorry... I left my job before, and I just came back recently, so I don't know about it..."

Hiraoka felt his mouth opening and closing mechanically, but he had no idea what he was talking about.

...]

It's rare for me to tidy myself up, pack up the things I want to bring, and glance at the phone in a hurry, "It's not good, I'm going to be late!"

When I hurried to the commercial street, I saw that person was already leaning aside and waiting for me from a distance, fiddled with the phone with his head down, not knowing what he was looking at.

I couldn't help but anxiously walked in front of the traffic lights, silently counting the remaining seconds in my heart, looking back and forth between the person and the traffic lights, and when I found that the traffic lights turned green, I rushed forward go out.

The crowd was crowded, and a huge impact hit me. I couldn't control my direction and was about to fall backward when a pair of cold hands held me.

"Sorry, sorry! I was too reckless! Thank you for your help!" I hurriedly apologized.

I accidentally bumped into someone, but with my Zhan Wuzha's body, I was the one who was injured, if this person didn't hold me back.

I looked up, it was obviously not winter, the man was still wearing a thick white hat, thinking of the cold hands that held me just now, I think he might really be in poor health.

"It's nothing." He smiled, stood up, then walked past me, brushed my shoulder casually, and whispered in my ear, "You have to be more careful."

For a moment, as if being stared at by some kind of large beast, my hairs stood on end.

Turning around and looking thoughtfully at the back of that person leaving, I always feel that there is something wrong with this person, I seem to have heard this person's voice somewhere.

and……

The characteristics of this person's clothing are a bit Slavic, but he doesn't look so tall and strong.

Fighting Nation...?

"Hey! Why are you in a daze here!"

It seemed that he had spotted me first, and the person I was going to meet rushed to me and pulled me over in the last few seconds before the signal light turned red.

Being interrupted, I had no choice but to look at the visitor apologetically: "Sorry! Chuya! I seem to be late!"

"There is nothing to apologize for this kind of thing. I agreed to accompany you today."

I also removed the honorific title for me, but it still looks a little uncomfortable.

But I thought, since we both know each other so well, what kind of honorific name do we need? It's weird.

When I first made this suggestion, Zhong was also surprised.

"How can this be done, you..."

Chuya didn't agree at first, but I'm tired of hearing the so-called status theory, which strongly requires us to get along as friends.

"I thought we were already good friends, Chuya." Hearing the girl's soft complaints, Zhongya sighed helplessly.

With a sound, she agreed to her request.

In fact, he couldn't refuse any request from her at all.

"So we agreed to have a surprise waiting for you to complete the task. Why did you ask for it in advance?"

"Because the result has already been decided, basically there will be no change, I have been busy for so long, I want to relax!" I said confidently without any guilt.

Chuya finally expressed a compromise to me. Regarding the surprise in his mouth, it is said that it will be in the evening, but I plan to give myself a whole day off, so I specially called Mr. Mori to give Mr. Chuya Borrowed out.

"So if you squeeze Chuya like this again, he will cry!"

"teacher……"

"You really... can say anything."

of course.

I thought with a little pride, after all, how dare you join the creation queue without any shame!

For example, when thinking about pigeons, it is possible to come up with any reason. As long as the skin is thick enough, there is no one that the author can't dove.

Every time at this time, I want to pull Mr. Oda out to talk about it. My dad’s addiction is actually one of the reasons why I was pigeoned.

Just want to cry.

The author has something to say: 1 Happy May Day plus updates!

2 Now it's really Labor Day, and I wanted to touch a fish (well

3 The duel is not just about guessing the murderer. There are only a few suspects. The most important thing is to give a plot where the author cannot reverse the ending. The competition between the two is in this form (seriously

Miss 4: Thank you for your concern about my hair volume, but I still hope that you can focus on some more practical issues.

for example......

After talking for a long time, no one specifically said which hair tonic is useful! (worried

感谢在2020-04-2304:04:24~2020-04-2405:09:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Ri Anyan 2;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Ri Anyan 2;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 Hakusan Yoshimitsu; 1 Dazai and Orihara Fruit;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：日安晏40瓶；哒宰是天使30瓶；星夜烟火、折原果子、柠檬10瓶；灯宸7瓶；桂花小圆子4瓶；笑籁清风、言三2瓶；青犀、萌黄、想成为猫薄荷、康娜、隐梦约、请就地拜堂、笑言1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!