After drawing Zhongye SSR

Just when Maki was struggling with how to reply to this private letter.

A bar in Shizuoka, tens of kilometers away, welcomed a rare guest.

When Lifa knocked on the door of the bar, he saw the dead wooden hanging as expected.

Sigangmuhang: Personality [collapsing], it can disintegrate everything it touches.

He has pale blue curly hair, and his face, chapped with dryness, is held firmly by a specially prepared hand.

There were thirteen other hands on his body—hands he used to walk around with.

Lifa thought, just like intelligence, he is really crazy.

But he still had a smile on his face—the red lips curled up happily: "Good evening. I made an appointment—your teacher should have mentioned me to you."

Sigang Muhang nodded vigilantly.

He opened the door, leaving a gap that only one person could pass through.

Lifa walked in, stretched her waist, and said lazily, "Do you serve cocktails?"

No one answered.

After a while of silence, a... person whose body was made up of black mist and whose voice was probably biologically male asked, "What do you want to drink?"

Lifa shook his head and said, "Alexander, thank you."

Hei Wu said: "Women only drink that."

Lifa: "But I like it."

Black Mist didn't speak any more.He turned and went to get the brandy from the shelf.

Lifa sat down in front of the bar, swinging his two slender legs, tilted his head to look at the face of Sigang Muhang: "Whose hand is this?"

Sigang Muhang said: "My father."

Lifa paused, and complimented against his will: "It suits you very well."

He took the wine, took a sip, and the taste of cocoa and cream spread in his mouth—very mild.

Sigangmuhang waited for him to finish drinking before speaking: "The teacher said you are a 'rat of the dead house'."

Lifa shrugged.

Sigangmuhang: "What do you want from us?"

Lifa looked at his eyes hidden behind his hands: "I heard that you have a way to enter Xiongying."

The enemies scattered all over the bar instantly stood up and looked at him vigilantly.Sigang Muhang waved his hand, signaling them to "be safe and don't be impatient".

He stared at Lifa: "How do you know?"

Lifa smiled: "I can know everything I want to know."

Shigang Muhang carefully looked at Lifa for a few seconds.He's slender—it's easy to see, despite the baggy fleece hoodie he's wearing.The age should not be very old, but it will not be very young, probably in the early 20s.

There are no muscles on the body, and there are no calluses on the hands.

Although I don't know what personality he has, but in terms of physical fitness, it's not worth mentioning.

So the dead handle wood hanger relaxed slightly.

"If you don't say anything, you can't cooperate," he said.

Lifa was indifferent: "You will agree."

Sigang Mudiao made a gesture - the boys who were blocked by him just now rushed towards Lifa in an instant.

Sigangmuhang is not a good-tempered person.

However, that group of people hadn't met Rifa—

Lifa suddenly sighed.

"Stop it all," he said.

Who, the group thought, would listen to him?

——But, unbelievable.

Lifa's language was like a switch, they stopped in place instantly, and could no longer move.

It wasn't until Lifa waved his hand again that they staggered to the ground.

Sigang Muhang was silent for a while.

Then he said hoarsely, "What do you want us to do?"

Lifa said lightly, "It would have been better if it had been like this earlier", and then said, "Help me bring someone into Xiongying—you don't have to worry about the future, just help bring him out."

Shikuraki stared at Rifa firmly.

He asked, "Do you want to go in and find someone?"

Lifa didn't answer.

Sigang Muhang asked again: "Who is that person?"

Lyfa paused.

Then sweetly said: "It's my most important...favorite person."

*****

Maki decided to drink a glass of milk first to calm down the shock.

She poured a glass of milk—and tried to heat it up.

But in the end it failed.

Maki thought, it would be impossible without Mr. Nakaya.

Sighing, she went upstairs with the cup of milk that was not very hot at all, and took a few gulps of it.

Then opened the private message again.

Although she is not a bosom sister, but this friend with the id [it is explosive, not durian] is her old fan who has been familiar with her since the beginning.

Every time I reply to a private message, he is indispensable.

So it’s not good to just go like this——

Maki thought for a while and typed: [So do you want to apologize? 】

The other side seemed to be waiting in front of the phone screen, and quickly wrote back: [Maybe. 】

Maki can tell from the fan's words that this is probably a person with strong self-esteem.

It may be very difficult for such a person to apologize humbly.

So she said: [Have you heard of the snail girl? 】

Bakugo Katsuki: [? 】

Maki: [It's a fairy tale of a flower grower... If you don't know it, forget it. 】

Maki: [In short, you can secretly ask if the other party has had any difficulties recently, and then secretly help him - as long as the other party is not very slow, they should be able to detect that you mean to apologize. 】

Maki: [Afterwards, you can help in a fair manner until he forgives you. 】

Katsuki Bakugo thought about it, and Dazai Maki didn't seem to be a dull person.

And the difficult thing... He vaguely heard before that her vegetable field will be harvested after a while, and it will be very troublesome to tidy up.

So he thanked Miss Alice politely, thinking of sneaking in to help when the time came.

Maki closed the backstage.

If only it could help, she thought.

So, three days later.

Maki and Yoshino looked at the neatly stacked dishes and looked at each other.

Maki: "Did the snail girl go down to earth?"

Last night, seeing that several kinds of vegetables were ripe, they pulled them out first and piled them next to the vegetable field, preparing to transport them to the cafeteria the next day.

The requirement for the school to provide new land is to provide one-tenth of the purchase volume of the cafeteria.

It must be too late to collect in the morning. Fortunately, Hitomi Mishima's personality is also useful for the dishes that have been put away, so he chose to work at night.

However, although the land is not very large, manual harvesting also took a lot of effort, so it was just thrown there after harvesting.

I didn't expect to come here in the morning to take a look - all the dishes are neatly arranged by category.

Yoshino said: "Did people from other departments come to help? It's not like that didn't happen before."

It also makes sense.

But Maki still felt that something was wrong——I was still thinking about it until lunch time.

"Today's water spinach feels very fresh!"

Until a voice woke her up from her thoughts.

Zhenji looked over, and it was a little fat guy from the general department - it is said that his family was a food reviewer, and Zhenji was a little familiar with him.

Fatty: "And this sweet potato too."

He pushed aside a sweet potato to show to the people next to him: "Look, it's so sandy—it's not comparable to the wholesale sweet potatoes before. What's the matter, has Xiongying made a fortune recently?"

Maki, who was sitting next to him, also had a little impression, and was one of the volunteers who came to help voluntarily.

He smiled and said, "Of course, it was planted by those guys from the management department—of course, I also went to help."

The little fat man was amazed: "I thought they were just playing around, but I didn't expect the food to be served in the cafeteria."

It was only then that Maki realized that the business departments around her were stretching their ears to listen to the opinions of the people around them.

Because of Hitomi Mishima's personality, the vegetables they grow are indeed fresher than those on the market.

Maki tapped the cup with a spoon: "It will be cold if you don't eat any more."

A group of people came back to their senses, lowered their heads and began to grill rice.

Maki thought, since the evaluation is good - it is best to price it at a higher price when it is sold.

System: [profiteer. 】

Maki: "I'm all organic. If I don't double it, I have a conscience."

In order to conceal that he was the one who listened most enthusiastically just now, Yuan Glasses pushed the glasses and changed the subject: "By the way, why didn't you see the guy from the Hero Department?"

Gao Fajiao: "The place where they have class in the afternoon is far away, so we have to go there early."

Maki turned her head, just in time to see the bus that Class A was on.

She squinted her eyes: "Ms. Aizawa is leading the team?"

Gao Fajiao said, "Of course, Teacher Aizawa is the head teacher of Class A."

Maki paused.

Maki: "...April, remember to remind me not to go to class A when you die."

She is still very guilty about the gossip back then.

"But it's great, skill class in Hero Division," Kamaboko grumbled, "What are we doing this afternoon?"

"It's still the same as the third child." Gao Fajiao shrugged.

Saki Fujiwara sat not far from the fat man, and heard his words clearly.

She frowned deeply, then pushed the water spinach to Ju Jiazi next to her: "I'll see you off."

Tachibana Kako took it hesitantly—she actually didn't like water spinach, but seeing Fujiwara's appearance, she didn't dare to say a word.

As long as Maki is in the classroom, Fujiwara Saki doesn't think much about going back.

In her words, it was "it upsets me to see that guy".

Fujiwara Saki herself didn't know what she was thinking.

If you say she hates Maki, she actually doesn't hate it that much - it's just that she was a little unhappy before, and according to her personality, she won't be entangled for so long.

Could it be jealousy?

Saki Fujiwara shook her head.

How is it possible - she is crazy to be jealous of such a little girl.

It's just that maybe, she has been used to being the center of the crowd since she was a child.

She is rich, beautiful, and arrogant.

Everyone was used to holding her - so once she left that environment, she was a little uncomfortable.

"Shaxi..." Ju Jiazi whispered, "Should we go back?"

Shahi Fujiwara turned around - she realized that she had walked to the corner of the campus.

She nodded: "Then—"

The voice did not fall.

Her mouth was suddenly covered.

Tachibana screamed.

Fujiwara Saki looked up in horror.

Then, she saw a... indescribable face.

Very beautiful.

But it's very strange - his hair is divided into two parts with the top of his head as the boundary.One part is light pink and the other part is paper white.

Fujiwara Saki remembered that there was a student named Hong Jiaodong in the Hero Department who had similar hair color to this man.But that's because his personality is [half-cold, half-burning].

Fujiwara couldn't think of any personality that could make people's hair color like this.

The man pulled out a photo.

He asked softly, "Have you ever seen this man?"

Fujiwara Saki's eyes widened.

It was a beautiful woman, very young, with an expressionless face.

She had never seen this woman.

But... suppose Maki Dazai dyes her hair black, wears black colored contact lenses, and grows up to be seven or eight years old.

Probably exactly like this woman.

The man—Sigma frowned and let go of Fujiwara Saki.

He asked again: "Have you seen it?"

Fujiwara Saki felt himself trembling, from the inside out.

She thought, who the hell is that?Why is it so similar to Dazai?

But her intuition told her that if she told this man about Dazai, Dazai would definitely be in big trouble.

Fujiwara Saki didn't like Maki, but he didn't hate her enough to wish her to die.

Although scared, Fujiwara shook his head firmly: "I don't know—"

"I know."

Fujiwara turned around in surprise.

Seeing Tachibana Kako looking terrified, she sobbed and said: "Although they are not exactly the same, there is a girl in our class who looks very similar to her—named Dazai Maki, I can take you to find her .”

She paused, then added, "Please don't hurt Shahi—she must be too scared to lie."

Fujiwara Saki was stunned.

She looked at Tachibana in disbelief.

See it, where Sigma can't see it.

Ju Jiazi smiled viciously at her.

The author has something to say:

Missy is not really a bad boy.

But this pony is real green tea.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Yaochen and Crimson Night Sky;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: I have one extra on the wall;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Zuiwo Zhansha; 20 bottles of Do I have a cat today; 10 bottles of N-controlled tea;

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