[Comprehensive] Egg-laying is a philosophy

My name is Sisi, this year.

My dream is to become the best copywriter in the world.

But the most troubling thing is...

Both my parents and my mother are famous villains all over the world, and my two older brothers are also the overlords of the sea.

And I, living on the street every day, have nothing but fights.

I want to write a book.

I want to rely on my ability to let the world know that there is a stronger new era behind the new era.

But Zeya's sister-in-law has already written almost everyone who can write.

Like brother Luffy who is the One Piece, brother Zoro who is the new great swordsman, master Nami who drew the map of the whole world...

There are not many interviewees left for me.

I want to write a book, and I want to write a good book that praises the people of the great route.

When I was captured by Aunt Nuoen, Sister-in-Law Zeya had a long talk with me.

She said that the world is very peaceful now, so you can't just write it out just to write a story, exaggerating it will affect the reader's perspective.

She also asked me what type of writing I wanted to write.

"It's probably the kind of love story with twists and turns, ups and downs, blood and adventure going hand in hand, and a very appreciative love story."

Zeya's sister-in-law looked at me indescribably...

"Okay, I'll help you publish in the newspaper, in the form of a column, to see if anyone is willing to come."

"You can be anonymous!" I added.

Mr. Alligator was the first anonymous contributor to my column.

This story is about this burly and vicious old man who appeared with the promotional posters during the Qixi fireworks festival.

I was taken aback, but Zeya's sister-in-law was very calm. She is really a media king.

"What are you here for? There may be nothing of interest to you here."

I looked at my sister-in-law, how could I drive away this guy who came so hard! ! !

The man ignored his sister-in-law, lowered his head and asked me, "What are you doing?"

His unquestioning tone showed his dominance and strength.

I stared at his golden pupils similar to mine, and said frankly, I want to write a book, and now I am accumulating material, starting from a column, and if the effect is good, it will be published.

ZNews is the newspaper with the most circulation today, a free media person without any control.

This anonymous contribution column is newly created by us. The producer is the media tycoon, and the non-staff members include Thieving Cat and Son of Dawn.

I tried my best to sell to him, and hoped that the newly launched column would not die. This is my first column.

"You Demon Dragon Clan..." I heard him laugh.

The man sat down in front of me, which meant to contribute.

I glanced at Zeya's sister-in-law, she sighed and asked me to cheer.

I asked what his name was, and he leaned back against the chair, looking very relaxed, and answered me casually, "Aren't you anonymous?"

...It is true.I choked and took out my pen to ask a question, but he suddenly said, "Mr. Crocodile."

what?

"Call me Mr. Crocodile."

I was flattered that he looked me in the eye and repeated himself with some patience.

"Are you blonde?"

Being observed so carefully, I nodded a little strangely, "Well, like my dad."

"Father." The man smiled, meaning unclear.

Weird uncle.

But I'm also curious, "Are you going to tell a love story?"

No matter how you look at it, this uncle doesn't look like he will fall in love.

He also seemed to be stunned for a moment, probably sat down without carefully reading the content, but I will never let this guy who appeared after so much trouble!

"How old is Mr. Crocodile?"

"64."

"what are you do for living?"

"Pirates."

"Where's the family?"

"orphan."

"What does the person you like look like?"

Mr. Crocodile looked at me, with many complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

After a long silence, he sighed, "It's an idiot."

"So that's the case, isn't it mentally handicapped?"

I am writing hard, it seems to be a touching story, and it has already begun to feel sad.

"That's not what it means." He seemed a little helpless, "You really look alike in the fact that you can't understand other people's words."

Mr. Crocodile corrected, "A very nice guy, just doing things that irritate me a lot."

The adult world is so complicated.

Annoyed still like?

"So what's your love story like?"

"She said she liked me and married someone else."

I gasped, you scumbag!

"Then did you just give up? You must make her regret it."

Slapping the face and abusing the scum, for the pain of all love!

"regret?"

He chewed the word and sneered, "Ha."

I hold the pen, a little do not know where to start.

"Do you really like her?"

You can't grasp the key points of your love experience at all.

The man looked at me and said word by word, "I like it very much."

The conversation is bogged down.

I have doubts about my career, I'm afraid I'm going to die...

"I like her very much," he repeated.

Then tell me their stories.

When I first met her, I didn't really feel anything about her.

But it's just a good-looking skin, nothing that attracts him.

The crew of One Piece, the special race, is the best if it can be used. In a dangerous place like Emora, it is good to use her as a shield when necessary.

Taking the initiative to stand in front of him like this, it seems that she is mocking his conspiracy with her frank emotions.

【Look, even if you don't care about anything, I will give you what you want. 】

Crocodile began to feel that this woman was dangerous.

her, and her family.

Almost fell into Emora's dream.

The kind of trap that was covered up with gentleness wore down his will little by little, and he even felt that living on the island like this was not bad.

He doesn't understand.

What exactly do you want?

The illusory thing of love, or falling in love with him at first sight, is funny no matter how you say it.

It's too unrealistic to work hard for this kind of thing.

Perhaps the seeds of doubt were already there.

So in Juno, Hecate gave this to everyone, he was neither special nor exceptional, he just happened to show up and got this gift.

Crocodile wants to prove her wrong.

But in the wrong way.

Hecate had come a long way to him, trekking across mountains and rivers, to the desert, just to knock on a door and tell him that he "liked" this little thing.

He turned her away, wanting to see how long she could wait.

Juno was testing him, and he was testing Hecate.

How much can you like me?

Crocodile has never experienced the emotion of "like".

No one told him that if he used the wrong method, this hard-won relationship would disappear.

What's worse, maybe when the other party disappeared, it was when you just invested.

Waiting in Alabasta was not an easy time.

Thinking she would come, every call I made went to nothing.

Thought it was the beginning, but she had already given up.

While continuing with his plan, he kept an eye on her movements.

It turned out that they met unexpectedly in Marin Vanduo.

Suppressing the joy in his heart, he said casually, "I saw you."

Seeing her get out from under the table, pretending to be calm, Crocodile was relieved.

At least you haven't forgotten me.

Next, explain to me why you didn't come to me.

It really made him unhappy that Hawkeye and Hai Hooligan came out to make trouble.

When he came back to his senses, Hecate had already run away, calling Hawkeye's name.

Let his happiness just now be like a joke.

Before leaving, that lunatic Doflamingo asked him if he wanted to join forces.

There should be no love in his eyes.Crocodile looked at him sympathetically.

I am not like you.

If it wasn't for her wholehearted love, I wouldn't.

That bet is not over yet.

She will definitely come to me, she must... There is no way to forget me.

"You have gone through so much, she is willing to give her life for you, how can you separate?"

I regret that I slapped my thigh straight, it was really ups and downs!

"It's fate."

He said lightly that the sadness in his body became more serious.

"What kind of person did she end up with?"

Mr. Crocodile looked into my humbly asking eyes and told me, "A bald man."

"That's not as handsome as you at all." I complained.

He agreed, "You have good taste."

"Mr. Crocodile looks very much like a man in a cartoon, the kind of male protagonist who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside! I think your appearance is [-] percent."

Hearing what I said, he didn't know what he thought of, and shook his head amusedly, "That's really thanks to the manga."

"Did you do anything romantic for her?"

He moved closer to me, and his expression softened, "Let me tell you the story of fireworks."

"The Qixi Festival's Fireworks Festival was once unsuccessful due to rain."

"Hey... The person I like wants to watch it very much, but I can't see it, so I want to make up for her later."

"Is she happy?" I asked.

Mr. Alligator shook his head.

Alabasta, she appeared.

Standing on the side of the princess and the newcomer pirate, saying some words of persuasion.

The previous misunderstanding still persists that Crocodile is a good person, but I am restless and want to kill someone.

You didn't show up to find me.

When I was wondering whether you would come or not, you had already forgotten me completely and was able to start again.

This is not fair.

It was you who said you liked me first.

It was you who made me shake first, why give up?

How do you know what to do if you take another step forward.

After a long time, Crocodile stood in the tree house on Dragon Island, watching Marco desperate for her, he suddenly understood where this man won.

It was I who let her down first before she gave up.

Belated fireworks are not romantic.

Hecate was heavily chained and didn't want to come near him at all.

It's not the same as before.

He tried to put on the cheap bracelet on his wrist with a hook, but it didn't attract her attention.

All she cared about was the country's rebellion after he showed it deliberately.

It was extremely easy for her to recover her feelings, much faster than his.

Hecate believed in the rookie Straw Hat, and in the navy where justice prevails.

But she didn't believe in his liking, and stood firmly on the opposite side of him.

"Did you abandon her for your career, and then your career failed?"

It's bloody, I wrote it hard.

Although Mr. Crocodile is a bit pitiful, I can understand it. In this way, it is understandable for her to be with others.

The belated tenderness can no longer move her.

"My mind is full of her, and I was beaten to a mess."

Even wearing a straw hat has become difficult for him.

Accidentally a love brain?

I sighed and wrote, "Will we meet again?"

Mr. Crocodile nodded, "At that time, she had already found someone worthy of entrustment."

I always feel that you are not such a person who gives up naturally...

"You're right, I want to sneak in."

Eh?Did I say it.

"Did that work?"

He smiled and looked at me, "It failed, all their children were born."

I scratched my chin, "This is the end."

"Yes, it's over."

Mr. Alligator rested his chin on one hand and showed me a helpless smile.

As if to say, he is such a loser.

Before escaping from prison, Crocodile had a dream.

In the dream, the Baroque studio was still there, and it seemed that Mrs. Lily and her brother were also there.

An illusory world, obviously a dream world, she got into his arms dependently, and the sound of wind chimes in the room made him not want to leave at all.

The witch in Emora knew exactly what he wanted.

Repeating the way they first met again and again.

He was bruised and bruised, and woke up from that warm bed.

Hecate's eyes were clean and he was just asking if he had slept well.

It's good to have you in my dream.

Whatever she asked, he answered.

She said she liked it, and he said he did too.

Those who regretted not responding at the time, finally did.

Meera showed up to remind him that it was just a dream.

"Follow Straw Hat to break out of prison, maybe this is the last time you will see her."

Before he had time to say anything, Meera said, "Why don't you stop her from trying? I'm also curious about the possible results."

Crocodile believes she will wake up.

It's just that someone is already waiting for her.

Then he should leave too.

Maybe he and Hecate were over long ago, when he decided to test her liking, it was over.

Thinking about it now, it would have been fine if I hadn't let go of my hand at that time.

Starting with self-introduction, it would be nice to be able to speak frankly.

Unfortunately, there is no such if.

The man smiled, what was he thinking.

The ending will not change in any way, she has found the object of mutual affection.

Even he had to admit that the frank and tolerant Huang Mao did a good job.

They are the right people.

He has the wind in his blood, and he is destined not to stay in that white house like in his dream, and grow old with you listening to the wind chimes.

He lost the bet.

If we go back to the first meeting, he will be as honest as her.

"My name is Sandy Crocodile."

"I've never had feelings for anyone, and I don't know how to like someone."

"There are probably as many mountains as there are unexpressed likings."

"Actually, I like you very, very much."

No if.

"Using the wrong way, trying to keep her by my side."

"Nor did she respond when she needed it."

"I got a lot of warmth and light from her, but I did nothing for her."

"The one who should regret it is me."

"This is my story."

I burst into tears!Mr. Crocodile is really touching.

Closing the notebook, I sincerely said to him, "I hope you will meet someone you like in the future."

He laughs.

There are already wrinkles on his face, and the scar that runs through the entire face tells the long life he has experienced.

This heartbeat seems to be full of regret.

"Mr. Crocodile." I called to him.

He stopped and looked at me.

"Do you still like her?"

Mr. Crocodile turned his head without hesitation, as if laughing at my question.

"nonsense."

He still didn't say whether he didn't like it, of course, or something else.

"Here is my heart.

Dark, hopeless, but you are there, so the desert becomes an oasis of hope.

After you leave, the desert is still the desert, and I am no longer me. "

Xixi's column, to be continued...

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