The strongest working girl in Yokohama

However, most of the creators are in the process of continuous self-analysis, introspection, repeated affirmation and denial, including their own existence and thinking.

Is what I write really what I want to write?

Is the meaning I think about really the right thing to write about?

Isn’t the story I portrayed really showing the world the immature and arrogant heart of the person who wrote it?

……

The world is full of wonders.

What is the relationship between the space-time retrograde army born to change history and the swordsman who confronted the retrograde army?

The monster called "The Corruptor" who tried to distort and destroy the truth of a certain book, plundered literary books and valuable knowledge from the world... Wasn't it really the self-denying consciousness created deep in the author's heart? ?

Nanako, in the form of Masao Horiki, holds the panicked Sakura Dazai, and walks through the fragments of this bizarre dream world that gradually collapsed into words, and finally stands on the cliff of an isolated island surrounded by boundless seas.

She watched the three men approaching with weapons, and suddenly remembered that she had seen them somewhere.

It was a huge circular dream library.

The acting curator is a cat.

The walls of the library are the bookshelves, and countless books are quietly placed there. For Nanazi, it is an infinite treasure house at your fingertips.

The sky casts a gentle light through the cogwheels.

She was sitting in the noisy and bustling library, separated from the reincarnated souls of those literary giants in an untouchable parallel world, as if she heard them arguing loudly, laughing and arguing about something, but it was like golden sand leaking from her fingers Can't get real.

The only thing that can be brought back to reality in her mind is her love for books and those precious literary stories that cannot be forgotten in her mind.

Nanazi suddenly knew who these people were.

"Ango Sakaguchi."

The blue-haired, dark-armed youth with glasses froze in place.

"Oda Sakunosuke."

The young man with a single braid and double blades suddenly couldn't raise his hands.

"Central Plains Central."

The fingertips of the blond and black hat youth who were about to pull the trigger were slightly stiff.

——It is the astonishment, joy and bewilderment that come from the depths of the soul when a desire that has long been expected to be called in this way is suddenly fulfilled.

"Hey, what are you..."

The little young master with red hair and blond eyes suddenly became uneasy, as if something that belonged to him and the most important thing was about to be seen and taken away by others.

He tightly embraced his friend's shoulders and neck, raised his hand to grab the other's skirt, and couldn't help but move closer to the warm chest. Only the steady and powerful heartbeat could make him find a little bit of protection and safety. Sensation: "... Horiki? Are you Horiki? You're not the invader they said, right?!"

Nanazi squatted down and put the sticky cherry in her arms on the ground.

"I'm definitely not Masao Horiki..."

"Don't lie to me, you wicked bastard!" The cherry boy clenched his friend's neckline tightly, his voice trembling with unbelievable grievance and anger, "You are Horiki Masao! You are mine Friend, right!"

"I'm not Horiki Masao, Dazai-sensei." Nanako could only maintain a half-kneeling posture, with one arm embracing the rambunctious child's cute idol, and holding his wrist with the other hand, her eyes Looking directly at the pair of beautiful golden pupils smudged with water, he couldn't help but curl his lips, "But I must be your friend."

The most direct and effective way Nanazi knows to calm people's emotions is——

She brought the inside of Dazai Cherry Dazai's wrist to her lips, looked at the boy in her arms who was afraid of losing something important with a smile, and placed a kiss on the slender, pale, soft and fragile skin where blue-red blood vessels could be seen faintly.

Cherry Dazai's cheeks were immediately stained with cherry crimson: "Horiki...?!"

The three men onlookers witnessed this exasperating scene up close, and they were collectively stunned: "What...!"

Wait, they are here to secretly destroy the invaders!

What's going on with this situation now! ! !

Has "No Place in the World" turned into a strange and forbidden book?

Dazai, what have you been through!Come back quickly, don't just go to another world of men!

Cherry Jae-jae: I went through inhumane and hard study and finally became the terrible life of an elite qwq

Nanazi didn't realize that she was wearing the shell of a tall man—or rather, because she always thought she was dreaming, so it didn't matter whether she was a man or a woman—she looked at the literary idol who was no longer afraid, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It's amazing, in this dream, she can communicate with those literary giants who have never been able to live in the same dimension.

Yes, Nanazi can be sure that whether it is the three over there or the one in her arms, they are all historical writers who have indeed written those words.

Those who had dinner with her were different from everyone who just had the same name. These were the real reincarnations of the souls of historical literary figures——

This cognition appeared naturally, as if it had been sealed in the soul for a long time, but now she found a key switch, opened a new thinking box, and learned new [common sense].

Why did he become so good at fighting... Maybe it has something to do with that magical gear library?

even so--

"I am really happy to be able to meet Mr. Dazai and become friends with Mr. Dazai to study and communicate together."

"At the same time, I would also like to express my sincere apologies for leading you to change the development of the story of "No Place in the World" without authorization."

"Mr. Dazai is indeed a person who can do what he wants to do."

"However, Mr. Dazai knows what kind of story "Disqualification in the World" is, and what kind of people Oba Yozo and Horiki Masao are."

"That's the story you wrote down. Oba Yezang is you, but it's not you."

"Masao Horiki is here, but it's not Masao Horiki."

"Who is the friend you speak of?"

"There are always similarities between work and life, but a story is just a story after all."

"So, what do you want to do, Mr. Dazai?" Nanako looked around, the text between the sea and the sky rolled from bottom to top like a retrograde waterfall, and it was like a free bird swimming in the sky and the bottom of the sea.Those characters who had appeared in the story crawled out from the soil deep in the isolated island, and the undead zombies who had nowhere to go, shrouded in a dark atmosphere, slowly surrounded the place where the five people were.

"Could it be—!"

"These are all corroders?!"

"Hey, hey, isn't it, we thought there was only one corroder, but in the end there are all the characters?!"

"Dazai, what kind of scary and tricky thing has your "No Place in the World" turned into this time!!!"

The voices of the three people who came to Qianshu trembled, and they could only fight.

Cherry Dazai was also frightened.

He never expected that his book would be corroded like this!

It seems that everyone except himself and Horiki has been manipulated by the Corruptor!

What kind of a dying situation is this! ! !

That's right, Sakura Dazai has already remembered——

That was the nth time that he was attacked by his beloved Mr. Akutagawa, blackened and corroded on the spot, and died on the spot for n degrees.

It's hard to tell whether he or Mr. Akutagawa has been eroded more times in the entire library. Is it the number of times in a row that the two of them have been collectively voted to win the "Most Unstable Writer Award"?

Bah, bah, bah, now is not the time to talk about this!

"This number of invaders..." Zai Yingzai fell to his knees and gave up the treatment, tears streaming down his face, "I'm sorry, Odasaku, Ango, Mr. Nakahara, I want you to die with me gone."

"What unlucky words are you talking about, Dazai!"

"That's right, think of a way!"

"Isn't this your book! Are you going to watch your "No Place in the World" disappear like this!"

"Get rid of [Corruptor], Mr. Dazai won't cry, right?"

Nanazi half-kneeled beside Cherry Zaizai, who was downcast and kneeling, and raised her hand to wipe away the tears from Aidou's face.

"... Horiki?"

Tearful little Prince Cherry... so cute.

Nanako let go of the opponent's chin, silently applauded the wonderful weeping face of the beautiful young girl in her heart, stood up resolutely, and stood in front of Dazai.

"Horiki?!"

It's not a human being not to be handsome in front of idols!

Nanazi tilted her head and lowered her eyes, revealing a gentle smile that is absolutely worthy of a hundred people's peace of mind.

"I'll protect you, we're friends after all."

——Occasionally, I want to be handsome in my dreams, but it’s not reality anyway!

How could such a handsome line be said in reality!

——Nanako, who still thinks she is dreaming, shows a maniacal smile in front of her favorite literary idol, like a peacock spreading her tail, clasping her fingers and gently shaking her hands.

【Crack】

There was a pressure stronger than that brought on by the hordes of corroders.

The three of them, who were fighting hard and trying to encourage Dazai to join the battle to increase their fighting power, looked back in horror, only seeing an afterimage of "Masao Horiki".

"boom--!"

It was not very exquisite, but the movements were not redundant, and the speed and strength were enough to make up for all the lack of skills. Absolutely powerful crushing!

Like human cannonballs, or heavy high-speed tanks with powerful firepower, they slammed into the battlefield fiercely, destroying all the unstoppable momentum of the hurricane, and knocking those corroders exuding black energy by mistake. Breaking bones, punching brains, kicking into the deep sea——

Only the eroders were screaming, flying, falling into the water, and furious in impotent rage.

The three fighting writers who came to save people with hidden books: ...

Who am I Where am I Whose battlefield is this What happened?

The unarmed "Masao Horiki" who was still wearing a school uniform violently eliminated all the invaders in a few breaths!

He stepped on the last black shadow, and when he turned around, he crushed the monster crying "Who are you who shouldn't be like this" into fly ashes, looking back slowly, his eyes were cold.

"It's over."

Nanazi walked towards Cherry Zaizai, who was still dripping with tears and sitting dumbfounded on the ground.

At this time, Sakura Dazai seems to be a gangster who has never seen a fight. He was bullied in an alley on the way from school one day, but he was beaten and kneeled by the righteous boy who fell from the sky. Shocked, the ordinary girl in love who fell in love at first sight "the school bully boy fell in love with me", was overwhelmed by the aura that was so strong that she felt so safe, her heart was jumping wildly, her waist was weak and her legs were short of breath, and she couldn't look at her at all. Move away from the striding figure of "Masao Horiki".

The depths of the soul are boiling hot.

He couldn't help but exhausted all his strength to hold the "man" who made his soul boil, and was so fascinated: "Please die in love with me? This is my lifelong request!"

Nana was stunned for a moment.

"Disqualification in the World" has become such a virtue, all the characters are dead, but Mr. Dazai finally has to end with a martyrdom, expressing that he has been firm from the beginning to the end, and the story should be like this?

As expected of Mr. Dazai.

Nanazi pulled up the cherry boy who was limp on the ground with red cheeks and bright eyes. He seemed to be much taller than him due to his height, and easily embraced his idol in his arms.

"Yes, I'm glad, Mr. Dazai."

— After all, this is the only way to end the dream, right?

Although I am very sad, but since Mr. Dazai has proposed this solution...

Nanazi held the timid and excited Cherry Zaizai in her arms, turned around and smiled at the other three writers, and jumped back——

When falling into the water, there will be some impact, so it is better not to let Mr. Dazai, who is not in good health, bear it.

It's just a dream, I can protect my idol, and I also met three literary giants... It's really a satisfying dream.

***

Nanazi opened her eyes lazily and happily.

Lilith opened the curtains, the morning light was soft and the air was fresh.

The first thing I saw was the ceiling of her bedroom, and there was a soft bedding and a faint fragrance under her body.

In her arms is her gray rabbit puppet... Huh?

A certain red-haired, golden-eyed cherry writer Zai Zai, who was wrapped in a red cloak, hugged Nanako in surprise: "Horiki! So you are such a cute and beautiful boy!"

Nana:? ? ?

Lilith turned around with a blank expression: "Master, Mr. Dazai finished his night shift and said he would come directly."

"Dazai? Do you know me?" Cherry Zazai looked around curiously.

At the same time, it sticks to the "real body" of its friends like an octopus.

——and because of Nanako's flat figure, she misidentified her gender.

Nanazi suddenly felt something was wrong.

But the aftertaste of the dream has not yet dissipated.

At this time, the door of her bedroom was pushed open!

"Good morning, my dear Nana—"

Black mud Zai Zai wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, after a night of dirty work, covered in gunpowder smoke and the chill of death.

But because he wanted to meet an important friend, he put on a refreshing and lovely smile.

That smile completely shattered when he saw the red-headed boy in a strange dress on the bed clinging to the girl in a cool nightgown.

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the head of the boy he instinctively hated in the next moment.

Dazai's voice was extremely cold.

"--Who are you?"

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The author has something to say:

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Cherry Zazai: Hey, hey, help, my dear friend!

Black mud Zai Zai: Who do you say is your best friend? !

Nanako: Do ​​you want to remind Mr. Dazai to take your hands off my barren chest... Although there is really nothing to touch.

#In the early morning when this Shura field unfolded, I lay flat and distracted from the extraordinary situation#

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感谢在2020-07-0723:58:43~2020-07-0823:59:05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 threw the grenade: Xiaosu 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Mu was forced to change the name so I wanted to cry 8 bottles; I wanted 1 bottle of cool;

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