Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

The Purge Plan is still an unfamiliar term for Miura Haru. It has only been about three months since she learned that the plan was aimed at her and she is always ready to go to the battlefield, let alone during this period. She also traveled to another world, did not participate in the meeting against the purge plan, and everything that should be done was ordered by her grandmother.

The school had already been on holiday. Although Miura Haru missed a lot of classes this semester, she couldn't bear it because she was smart, and she was still among the best in the final exam.For students, vacation means that they can reasonably apply to their parents for travel, and even invite their good friends to travel together.Although Miura Haru didn't go to school for a long time this semester, her friends would still invite her to travel together.

However, Miura Haru declined one by one. She refused almost half of the students in the class on the grounds that she would help the shrine to manage things and make up lessons during the holidays.However, although the action against Kamisami sounds particularly grand and grand, Miura Haru actually didn't feel particularly nervous.Probably because, obviously the war is coming, but those guests related to the confrontation acted too calmly.

Against the attack from the gods, this should have been a very serious or serious action, but the fighters who were prepared in the shrine and even the surrounding areas looked relaxed. Haru Miura almost thought that this was an outing for visitors from Yokohama.

Miura Haru tried to ask Osamu Dazai for some personal understanding of this behavior, but Osamu Dazai seemed to mean something, looked at her and Senji Maezuru who was standing beside her and said:

"My opinion? Not much."

"I don't have too many ideas, which means I still have opinions?"

Haru Miura asked a question at the right time, Osamu Dazai paused, stretched out a hand to touch his chin, and said with a happy and natural look:

"If I had to say it, I hope it doesn't turn out badly."

This is Osamu Dazai's sincere words. After all, only if the result is not bad can he continue to have dinner with the writer who went to Oda.

Although Miura Haru was not very satisfied with Dazai Osamu's answer, but thinking that Dazai Osamu was an extremely intelligent person after all, although he looked foolish but actually very reliable, she unconsciously believed his statement.After all, although the original intention of the purge plan was to set things right, if it really succeeded, many people would lose their lives, including her Miura Haru.

To be honest, in the nearly 18 years since Miura Haru grew up, he has never considered that he will die young.

So she sincerely thanked Osamu Dazai:

"Thank you for your answer, Dazai-san."

Miura Haru gave Dazai Osamu a last salute, then turned and left, probably sensing that her breathing was a little unstable, Tong Mo who was walking beside her gently held her hand, as if to cheer her up or It is consolation.Osamu Dazai watched from behind, pondered for a long time, and blessed in his heart:

I wish you peace and joy.

Regardless of whether people and ghosts have different paths, if they meet the right person, it is a kind of luck.

On the other end, Tong Mo held Miura Haru's hand, gently circled her palm, and asked with concern:

"what happened to you?"

Miura Harun looked at Tong Mo holding her hand in some surprises, a little surprised: Although Tong Mo has always been a freewheeling character, perhaps because when he was a human being, the people around him treated men and women more reservedly, so he usually talked with Miura When Chun got along, they were not too close. Speaking of which, the most intimate contact between the two of them was the kiss when Xiao Chun traveled to Dazheng for the first time and Tong Mo didn't know emotion.

"What are you worried about?"

Curiosity made the girl look up and ask him.

"It's not me, but you. Xiaochun, are you worried about something?"

What answered her was Tong Mo's gentle voice that gradually became familiar to her.

Tong Mo led Miura Haru to the courtyard, the moonlight was just right at this time, and there was a distance from the bustling Dahiro.He let go of Harun Miura's hand, and stared at Harun Miura's grape-colored eyes seriously with colorful eyes, his concern was self-evident.

Haru Miura froze for a moment, then gave a wry smile, with a crack in his calm expression:

"I was discovered by you..."

She said with a sullen face:

"I just suddenly felt a little bit nervous, of course, only a little bit."

She used her thumb and index finger to draw a distance of less than one centimeter, and said:

"The big battle is coming soon, I feel a little bit of pressure, I am afraid that if I do not do well, it will drag everyone down."

Haru Miura may be the kind of person who is belatedly aware. After Osamu Dazai's answer appeared, she finally felt a sense of tension before the big event, and the pressure that had been accumulated some time ago also broke out at this moment, anxiety Emotions such as , worry, and melancholy surged into my heart, and Tong Mo's questioning finally became the outlet for all these emotions to vent.Probably because she was finally able to express the pressure accumulated in her heart, coupled with Tong Mo's earnest listening appearance, Miura Haru was in the mood to confide, and she continued to analyze her inner voice:

"Grandma has been fighting against God for me. To put it bluntly, she is fighting against everything around her for me. She has done so many things for her, not just for her. Over the years, Everyone is protecting me wholeheartedly. I feel that I need to do what I have to do so as not to let everyone down. I don’t want to lose, and I don’t want my grandma’s hard work to go to waste, and I don’t want many people to lose their lives in vain. .”

She finished, with a final sigh:

"But I'm afraid I won't do well."

She spread out her palm and looked at the palm with a thin callus:

"Can I really defeat God? Can I really live up to everyone's expectations of me? If I fail, everything I love will go away from me."

After speaking, she lowered her head.

Tong Mo just listened to her quietly, venting all the pressure in his heart, then he stretched out his hand, and lightly tapped the top of Miura Haru's head with the fan handle:

"You won't lose."

His voice was as gentle as ever, and his smile was also warm.

"How do you know?"

Haru Miura raised his head, thinking that he was comforting himself daily, his voice was still a little sad, and his eyes were also a little pitiful.Suddenly, she felt that her feet were empty, and then Tong Mo lifted her whole body up. His hands firmly dragged her legs, hugging her like a child, and Mipuchun bent his knees and was wrapped around his knees to hug her. Holding her back with one hand, her hands subconsciously rested on his shoulders, her eyes met his colorful eyes, she looked at him in a daze, while Tong Mo let out a light laugh, soon Said to her affectionately:

"You are my wild rose, how could you lose?"

"Don't worry, I'll be with you."

This sentence was like a feather gently passing over the ear, breaking through Miura Haru's pretense of being strong.

"Ugh..."

The girl tried her best to stop her crying, burst into a smile, leaned forward and hugged Tong Mo's neck tightly, and pressed her face against his. This action was like a child subconsciously warming up to someone close to him, which made Tong Mo feel warm. Mo felt a little funny.

"Okay, my little princess."

He patted her on the back and coaxed her:

"Shall we go to training?"

"Ok!"

After Miura Haru warmed up, he finally cheered up and responded loudly. Then he found that he was still being held by Tong Mo like a child, and felt his cheeks burn instantly:

"Let me down, I'll go by myself."

Tong Mo smiled and said nothing, he didn't let her down and carried her to the training ground, but Miura Haru buried his head in his shoulder, and didn't dare to imagine that anyone saw him as an ostrich along the way .

While Miura Haru was taking the time to train himself, two men holding the script, Edogawa Ranpo and Dazai Osamu were sitting on the edge enjoying the scenery of the garden, and the famous detective was holding a candlestick made by Mitsutada Kiri , eating non-stop, while Osamu Dazai was just holding a cup of tea, with a comfortable expression on his face that seemed to be melting away.

"Is the president still playing chess with those highnesses?"

Osamu Dazai asked suddenly, Edogawa stopped eating in disorder, and made a voice that he didn't know whether it was dissatisfaction or indifference:

"Isn't it? After all, those highnesses have existed for more than 1000 years. The president said that being able to witness the evolution of different chess styles is a rare miracle in this life. Of course, he is very happy."

"I heard that two of your Highnesses have met Honinbo Shusaku himself, right?"

Osamu Dazai put down his teacup, and suddenly remembered such a thing, Edogawa nodded in disorder:

"Ah, that's right, it's even worse. The president admires the chess god Shusaku the most. Not only did His Highness Wakasen Kanesada play chess for a long time today, but he also pestered the other party to tell him about Honinbo Shusaku."

"That's really a loyal fanboy, it's unimaginable."

Osamu Dazai tried to imagine the expression of the serious-looking Fukuzawa Yukichi incarnate as a fanboy pestering Kasen Kanesada and wanting to hear the other party tell the story of his idol, but he still felt that he couldn't imagine it for a long time.He is not a person who likes to challenge his imagination, so he simply left this question behind.

"Miss Xiaochun asked me a question."

He spoke suddenly, and then continued with the detective's acquiescence:

"She asked me what I thought of the operation."

"Are you saying you hope it doesn't turn out badly?"

The detective glanced at him sideways, and pretended to sigh deeply:

"That is, you are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. You are worthy of being the biggest threat to the leader of Hong Kong gangsters. Why are you scaring Xiaochun?"

Edogawa Ranpo shook his head:

"You really want to die. It is a serious crime to play tricks on demigods."

"Hey, it was just a whim."

Osamu Dazai smiled without regret, took another sip of tea, and a meaningful smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth:

"Miss Xiaochun is already a demigod, and her partner seems to have already broken through the edge of ghosts and gods. This is really unpredictable."

Edogawa Ranpo stuffed his last bite of snacks, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, and was about to go back to sleep:

"If you like the excitement so much, go and join in. I'm really here to travel, and I've decided to stay in the kitchen all day tomorrow. I want to be friends with Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, for a lifetime!"

"I think Mr. Candlestick Che must be very resistant."

Osamu Dazai shook his head, and observed three seconds of silence for the Osafune school-style tachi who didn't know what was about to happen.

Being targeted by the famous detective Edogawa Ranpo, this is really the highlight moment of Candlestick Kirimitsu Tadabasa.

In Shenyu, Mu Chun looked at his masked subordinate, and tapped the table with his fingers.

Yokohama, Dostoevsky held a silver carved knife in his hand, looked at the night view of the port, shook his head, turned and left, behind him, a fog slowly rose to cover the night of Yokohama.

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'In the abstract love of human beings, it is almost always oneself alone that can be loved. '

-Dostoevsky