Bungo common problem

Gojo Satoru's eyes have a kind of extraordinary beauty, even if Qianli is indeed "well-informed", he can't help but feel admiration.

But what she cares more about now is another matter.

"Not a... person?"

Qianli was in a daze for a moment, and a kind of expectation and hesitation arose in his heart towards the young man opposite him. A faint light gathered in his eyes, like a faint candlelight lit in a dark night.

She eagerly grabbed Gojo Wu's clothes, pursed her lips, and spoke solemnly.

"Your name is."

If it is "similar", then it must be understood and able to give a clear answer.

Qianli's earnestness was visible to the naked eye. Gojo Satoru pulled down his blindfold, his silver-white hair fell down, his whole person was no longer loose than before, and even the mischievous smile on his face became calm.

There is an indescribable sacredness.

"Five enlightenments."

He didn't have the usual gags, just repeating his name flatly.

"My name is Gojo Satoru."

Anyway, the living example is right in front of you, so it should be fine.

Gojo Satoru thought about this, saw Qianli frowned, and asked again.

"Is it gone?"

Gojo Satoru: ...?

what else?Or do you recognize people by name?

Gojo Satoru's silence made Qianli understand the truth in an instant. She sighed and let go of her grip on the opponent's clothes. The light that had finally accumulated in her eyes was instantly extinguished, as if the original desire and hope had never appeared.

"Sorry, Mr. Gojo."

She struggled to give herself a polite smile, and felt that her previous thoughts were too naive, and the chances of encountering another crossover in the vast sea of ​​people couldn't be less.

"Although I don't know what you are talking about, thank you for comforting me."

Speaking of which, what exactly is the other party trying to express?Nice eyes?

Wujo Wutiao stared blankly at Qianli's return to politeness below him, feeling that he really wanted to find some super curse spirits to beat him a few times to vent his anger.

Just one name made her shrink back into the shell and put on the disguise again. Gojo Satoru thought about the stupidest student he had ever taught, and found that the one in front of him was not even as good as the stupidest one.

She had already expressed it so clearly, yet she could still say something like "I don't know anything".It's even very sincere, and it comes from the heart when you hear it.

"You think I'm just 'comforting' you?"

Wujo Wujo spoke expressionlessly, and even emphasized the pronunciation of certain two words.

"Didn't you see anything else?"

"Ugh?"

Qianli was taken aback for a moment, staring blankly at the young man who looked a bit childish because he took off the blindfold, hesitantly asked in a low voice.

"That...does it have any deep meaning...?"

Gojo Satoru held Qianli's face in both hands and fixed it, and questioned her soul.

"Don't you think it's familiar?"

Should not!I will feel the moment you show up, how can you be completely indifferent when you see me?Even if the same kind is lame at first glance, it can't be seen, but now it can be said that they are face to face, and the other party still doesn't feel it.

It shouldn't be!

The prosperous beauty in front of him is getting closer and closer to him, those beautiful eyes are almost in front of him.She raised her hand to grab Gojo Satoru's wrist, who was holding her face, trying to break him apart quickly.

"I really don't think so! Mr. Gojo, let go of my face first!"

Are you writing novels?Who sees a ray of light in so-and-so's eyes, where does such a thing come from in reality?She is not one of those bosses who can read facial expressions!

As soon as the words fell, Qianli's cheek, which was just fixed, suddenly hurt, and Gojo Satoru directly pulled him up.

"fraud."

Gojo Satoru squeezed Qianli's soft cheek, and made a judgment without hesitation.

"Little liar who lied to himself."

Qianli: "..."

You actually said that I am a liar, a good flower-planting rabbit who never steals or robs or cheats?What did I lie to you? ? ?

Maybe it was because the questioning on Qianli's face was too obvious, Gojo Satoru, who had already straightened up, chuckled, and finally pulled Qianli's cheek again, causing Qianli to struggle and push him away before letting go.

"Forget it, anyway, I have already prepared."

So it's not easy to do....

"One day you'll admit it, and..."

He didn't say the rest of the words, just watched Qianli rubbing his pinched red cheeks distressedly and looking at his cute face vigilantly, letting them flash past in his heart.

One day, just like him, he will be—— pulled into the human world.

What Gojo Satoru was thinking Qianli had no idea at all, she only knew that the other party who finally left allowed her to rub her painfully pinched face.

"By the way, Mr. Wutiao, you read it too, shouldn't you..."

Qianli took advantage of the other party's departure to put on the blindfold again, very close to hinting.

"You agreed!"

"Oh? Do I agree?"

Wujo Wu tilted his head, looking lost in thought, but the smile on his lips told Qianli clearly that he did it on purpose.

"How do I remember that I only said 'maybe'?"

Qianli: "..."

What are you!

She stared dumbfounded at Wujo Wujo's face, and quickly swiped the screen in her mind.

"You just nodded!"

"My neck is sore~"

Gojo Satoru slumped on the sofa again, refusing to admit it.

What a sore neck!

Qianli wished she could blurt out some swear words, she gritted her teeth and waited for the leisurely Wujo Wu, and decided not to talk to him.

do!You can work hard!If I talk to you, I lose!

In the end, Gojo Satoru still knew what to do and didn't tease Qianli any more, allowing Qianli to live a peaceful and stable life in the following days.

However, it didn't take long before what could be called a nuclear bomb exploded in Yokohama with a bang.

——The Dragon Head War has begun.

"There's something really wrong with Yokohama recently, Mr. Qianli, don't go out! I really have something to do balabala..."

Editor Asakawa Hayato was extremely worried on the phone, and after exhorting a bunch of "safety rules", he reluctantly hung up the phone.Chisato put away his hands and looked at Oda Sakunosuke who had just returned, who also looked like a worried old father.

"I am back."

Oda Sakunosuke returned to the living room after taking off the windbreaker that was stained with a stronger smell of blood due to working during the day and stuffing it into the washing machine.

"It's not going to be peaceful outside recently."

He was hesitant about how to tactfully describe the changes outside so bloody, but after thinking about it, he decided to use concise language.

"There was an accident with a big man, and there was a lot of inheritance. The mafia outside fought for the inheritance, so it would be more chaotic."

In fact, a large-scale gun battle has already begun. He moved a lot of corpses today, but these are not things worth talking about. It's better for children not to know.

Chisato, who had already talked to Asakawa Hayato, nodded, very calm.

"I see, I won't go out anytime soon."

Dragon head war, just listen to the description in the original book.In order to compete for the multi-billion-dollar property, among the three large-scale mafia forces in Yokohama, including the Port Mafia, only the Port Mafia stood out, not to mention the other small and medium-sized forces.

It is said that dead bodies can be piled up into mountains. I heard that there seems to be Tatsuhiko Shibusawa appearing behind to make troubles. In short, it is four words.

living hell!

Oda Sakunosuke was very relieved of Chisato's promise, and as a low-level logistics officer, he could at most resist the collection of the wounded and collect the corpses, and he would never have the turn to play.

However, he never expected that because he calmly resisted the wounded in the hail of bullets and had no ability to get injured, he was directly arranged to pick up people near the battlefield. Thank you very much, even my colleague Aida preaching... No, Amway has been smoother.

During nearly a month of picking up corpses, Oda Sakunosuke met two unexpected friends.

——Osamu Dazai, Ango Sakaguchi.

"I said——I also want to drag a lucky spectator who didn't die back to the back under the hail of bullets. The main reason is that I think it's not easy to die in the front."

Osamu Dazai pressed his face against the table with a pia, as if his soul was going out of his body.

"This morning, I was so aboveboard! You know it! Standing openly in the center of the battlefield, the guns on both sides just shot back and forth."

Having said that, Osamu Dazai straightened his back and slapped the table, feeling aggrieved.

"Not a single bullet hit me! Not a single one! Is there any reason for this? It's fine on my side, but are the enemy's side masters of human body strokes?"

Sakaguchi Ango glanced blankly at Osamu Dazai, who was shaking his desk, just wanting to throw him out.

At this moment, Oda Sakunosuke's calm voice came from the other side.

"Ah, then their marksmanship is really bad."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

Are you serious Mr. Oda?

"Yes, yes! I'll just say it!"

Osamu Dazai slapped the table again, and said something quite scary in a brisk voice.

"The human body strokes dared to go to the front row, and I was so angry that I wiped them all out in less than an hour."

"That must be your own reason!"

Seeing that Sakunosuke Oda was about to continue to agree, Ango Sakaguchi finally couldn't help his own complaints and retorted fiercely.

"This is the third time you've complained about something like this. When did you stand in the middle of the scene and it wasn't the result? I say Dazai should have given up on this idea a long time ago."

"It's impossible to give up, and I live by suicide every day. Suicide is super happy, and I like suicide the most."

Osamu Dazai said a word perfunctorily, then ignored Ango Sakaguchi's stomachache expression, and looked at Sakunosuke Oda with interest.

"Speaking of which, Odasaku, how many did you pick up today?"

"105."

Oda Sakunosuke replied calmly.

"There were originally 106, but one of them, Takahashi-kun, still didn't want me to help, so he stood up and walked back."

"Don't want your help?"

Sakaguchi Ango turned to Oda Sakunosuke in surprise, extremely puzzled.

"what happened?"

It stands to reason that Mr. Oda's work is just picking up the wounded and other trivial things, and he is also very reliable, so why would anyone refuse his help?

"I know I know!"

Osamu Dazai raised his hand like a primary school student, and explained gloatingly.

"Because that Takahashi is a steadfast Senri Kuro, so I don't want to get together with Senri Fuki like Oda Saku at all."

Ango Sakaguchi:? ? ?

That's it?That's it?Mr. Oda is Chisatobuki. This is something that you can know when you know each other, but can you still be so childish because of this?

"The rejection is only because of Qianli's latest article."

When this was mentioned, Oda Sakunosuke was also a little distressed.

"Originally he also liked Qianli very much, but it seems that because he was very dissatisfied with Qianli's second article "The Believer", so... um, how did you say that sentence? Fans turned black?"

"And Odasaku is a staunch fan of "The Believer". He thinks "The Believer" is the author's best article."

Osamu Dazai added calmly.

"That's why the so-called factional feud is irreconcilable~"

"In this case……"

Sakaguchi Ango recalled the content of the two articles written by that author that he had read in his spare time, and felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

"After all, it seems that the style difference is quite big."

The previous article "Sacrifice" was still calling on the public to rise up and resist, but the second article "The Believers" directly became a warm little story.Although there is only half of it, because the other half has not come out yet, it really catches people who are looking forward to seeing the same spirit as the first article.

"But... Mr. Oda likes "The Believer" the most?"

Ango Sakaguchi looked at this powerful red-haired youth who was willing to do odd jobs, and suddenly felt...

"As expected of Mr. Oda."

It's really normal to prefer warmer articles!

"Hey! Why is it normal when it's Odasaku's turn?"

Osamu Dazai glared at Ango Sakaguchi dissatisfied.

"Can't I also like warm articles?"

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

Pinpin, pinpinpin, what did Dazai say...

He scanned Dazai Osamu from top to bottom with a surprised gaze as if watching a sow climbing a tree, and he perfectly interpreted a few words.

Can't believe it.

"Mr. Oda, did I hallucinate just now?"

Ango Sakaguchi was silent for a few seconds, then turned to look at Sakunosuke Oda on the other side.

"I actually heard Dazai say that he likes heartwarming novels?"

"Ah, it's true."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded in relief, and asked the other party.

"Isn't that nice?"

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

Mr. Oda, wake up, Mr. Oda!Is this a good question?This is a big event where Osamu Dazai will jump out of the earth!

Sakaguchi Ango choked his throat from Oda Sakunosuke Kiyoki's unaffected relief. He opened his mouth to complain sharply, but found that he couldn't speak at all.

"Pfft——Anwu, you look so funny! I can laugh for half a year if I take pictures!"

Osamu Dazai was holding his stomach with one hand, and kept beating the table with the other hand, and Ango Sakaguchi's poor desk was about to creak.

"Okay, okay, I actually just watched it."

After all, it has been widely circulated in Yokohama, not to mention that there are "fans" everywhere in the port mafia, and Odasaku is still in the "missionary group", so of course he watched it because he found it interesting.

Osamu Dazai, who had had enough of laughing, propped his cheeks and arms on the table, and spoke casually.

"But I'm still quite happy with the ending."

"So that's how it is...wait?!"

Yasugo Sakaguchi was half-spoken, with a confused expression on his face.

"Where did you end up?"

Isn't this article only halfway out?Could it be that you went to the People's Literature Club and forced to read the second half?

"Of course I guessed it."

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips, with a strange smile on his face.

"I still don't like the god's name being Rage God. After all, Rage God. And God, the sacrificial believers and so on sound like legends, but thinking about the ending, at least one of them still satisfies me."

Ango Sakaguchi hesitated to speak.

The result is what you guessed...

He looked at Sakunosuke Oda sadly, wanting to tell the other party to count Dazai Osamu and not to take the imagination as reality, but he saw that the extremely reliable Oda Sakunosuke fell into deep thought instead, and then asked a question directly.

"Can you tell me? The ending you guessed, Dazai?"

Ango Sakaguchi:? ? ?

"Odasaku, do you want to hear it? Then I will show you a hand."

Osamu Dazai straightened his back and talked eloquently.

"The article "The Believer" seems warm, but the content is completely beautified. The god picks up little girls or something. Before that, he was already very weak."

"It is not difficult to see from the lines that it is a god that maintains its existence by faith. From another perspective, it makes perfect sense to exchange benefits. It is like many professions that need to be cultivated from an early age to ensure loyalty. Little girls can see gods. Clearly one of the gifted few."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes, and there was an obscurity in his iris-colored pupils.

"So if you think about it this way, it should be that the god who is on the verge of disappearing but doesn't want to disappear grasped at the straw at the last moment, right? Otherwise, with his power, which is so weak that he can't even cure a cold or fever, do you expect anyone to believe in him?"

You know, Japan has always belonged to Mu Qiang.

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

After Dazai Osamu's series of insights, Ango Sakaguchi was completely stunned. He would think about the content of "The Believer" he had read, and he had no idea that there was such an explanation that could be said to be a dark version.

This is the complete opposite of the warmth in the text!An ordinary article about raising a daughter is so dark by you, how should he face this article in the future!

"So... Dazai, do you think so?"

Oda Sakunosuke, who has read the full text and knows the situation and has a domestic author, has a strange look on his face when he thinks about what Chisato said to him "I want to write a warm story".

However, it is quite normal to have differences in understanding, so he pondered for a while before admitting Osamu Dazai's statement.

"This angle is really something I never thought of."

Although I don't agree with it, it is indeed a novel opinion.

"Mr. Oda, wake up and stop agreeing!"

Ango Sakaguchi was quite mad.

"Originally, Dazai described the article as such, so the two protagonists should both commit suicide in the ending he thought?"

"It's not a suicide, but death is real."

Dazai Osamu, who didn't care about Ango Sakaguchi's madness at all, even spoke meaningfully.

"Of course people are mortal, so gods are also mortal."

Sakaguchi Ango pupil earthquake.

This is a healing text!It is the good medicine for me to heal my mood in the face of cruel casualties in the depressive work every day!What the hell are you doing to me now!

He looked at Osamu Dazai's determined look, remembered this guy's reputation for being exhaustive, and swallowed hard.

"The author wouldn't do this... right?"

Before he wanted to pull Oda Sakunosuke to stand in the same camp, he heard Oda Sakunosuke's voice of approval.

"Indeed, very reasonable."

Oda Sakunosuke, who knew the ending fully, agreed very much.

"After all, the lifespans of humans and gods are not equal."

And it was the last believer, so they both left the world.

"Mr. Oda even you..."

Ango Sakaguchi is extraordinarily complicated.

What is wrong with this world?Wouldn't it be nice to have more warmth and more love?If you insist on engaging in these dark things, even the reliable Mr. Oda is now being abducted by Dazai!

Seems to be interested, Osamu Dazai showed an excited smile on his face, and even turned to a darker place as soon as he exited.

"Also, and ah, although this article uses the perspective of a little girl, if the author is included, which one do you think the author will be?"

He spread his hands and looked at the two friends.

"Little girl? Or... God?"

"It's a little girl."

Oda Sakunosuke answered without hesitation.

Ango Sakaguchi hesitated for a while, and chose "Kami" under Dazai Osamu's urging gaze.

"You all think it's the gods inside?"

Ango Sakaguchi explained.

"If the author brings in a little girl, it always feels a bit..."

He paused for a second, searching for a word in his head.

"Scary."

After all, although no one knows the identity of the author named Qianli, but just for the article "Sacrifice", he can't be a young one.

It is now guessed that the author with the largest number of people is Qianli, who is at least middle-aged.

A middle-aged or even older person brings in a little girl... isn't this a thriller?

Wait, think about it this way...

Ango Sakaguchi glanced at Sakunosuke Oda, and adjusted his slid glasses.

"Mr. Oda, do you think it's a little girl?"

"Ah."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded calmly, not feeling that there was anything wrong with him at all.

"For some reason, I feel that way."

If he doesn't know Qianli, then maybe he is also one of the chosen gods, but the fact is completely opposite. As a "party", his choice is biased towards "facts".

"As expected of Odasaku, but this time I'm in line with Ango."

Osamu Dazai patted Ango Sakaguchi on the shoulder affectionately, and winked at him.

"How about Ango? Are you moved?"

"Is this how normal people should stand in line?"

Sakaguchi Ango was expressionless.

"Mr. Oda's angle is so unique. Even if I'm surprised, I'm just surprised that you didn't make such a third choice this time."

"Tsk, Anwu, you are really boring."

"Don't give me a tut!"

"Forget it, anyway, that's how it is."

Osamu Dazai waved his hand and stopped teasing the other party.

"A story about a 'god' grabbing a life-saving straw, the ending is a failure after lingering, there is nothing to say."

He shook his legs under the table, his kite-colored eyes glanced at Oda Sakunosuke indiscriminately.

"Success is a strange thing. In my opinion, that's it. If you don't believe me, read the author's third article. It will definitely not be this kind of 'warm'."

"that's all?"

Oda Sakunosuke frowned slightly, lost in thought.

His own judgment on the article "The Believer" is based on "facts" and is based on preconceived ideas, but from another perspective, another explanation given by Dazai is also very convincing.

The god of the end and the last straw... something like that.

Is Qianli like such a "god"?

Oda Sakunosuke recalled the night when he met the other party for the first time, and the pair of eyes that were almost lifeless that he only saw at that time.

Facts... would it be like this?I am the "ignorant" person who stepped into the opponent's field.

Qianli didn't know anything about "The Believers" being interpreted by the black mud spirit to gain a new understanding. She only knew that she should worry about the next article.

"So what are you going to write?"

Once again, Gojo Satoru came uninvited and ate the pudding he brought, and asked his doubts openly.

"Speaking of which, how did you expect the war in Yokohama?"

This guy said that to her editor in that coffee shop long before it even started.

"My guess."

Qianli looked at the untouched manuscript paper on the table, and answered casually.

"Otherwise, intuition is fine."

"intuition?"

The voice that was still some distance away suddenly became extremely close, and even a warm breath brushed past his ears, causing Qianli to subconsciously tilt his body to the side, turning his head to look at the culprit.

The white-haired young man wearing sunglasses leaned on the table with one arm, and placed the other right hand casually on the back of the chair behind her. If it wasn't too close, it almost seemed to have wrapped her in his arms.

"Mr. Gojo, I remember that Japan should be a very polite country."

"Ah, probably."

Gojo Satoru responded perfunctorily, grasping the point very keenly.

"So you're not Japanese?"

"I'm a flower grower."

Speaking of this sentence, Qianli repeated it again with extra seriousness, and the golden eyes that had been calm all this time were stained with starlight at this moment.

"It's planting flowers."

Gojo Goto paused for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully, and didn't go any further.

"Then you can speak Japanese well."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Qianli stretched out his hand to push the other party, and it was rare to smoothly push the other party who was like a dog skin plaster after that time to the chair next to him.

Chisato, who was in a good mood because of the mention of planting flowers, narrowed his eyes, and blurted out a real joke.

"Otherwise you'll just pretend I'm..."

In the middle of speaking, Qianli's eyes suddenly widened.Her eyes were suddenly blurred, whether it was Gojo Satoru or what, everything became blurred, only an indescribable sense of crisis made her heart beat rapidly and pound loudly.

It was a reminder, but also a warning, Qianli grasped his sleeves tightly in a daze, but he didn't seem to make the slightest movement.She felt like she was facing a collapsed building, and she could only stand under the collapse, watching the stones fall from the sky.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally regained consciousness, and what caught her eyes was Gojo Satoru still sitting opposite him.

"what happened?"

Gojo Satoru looked at Qianli who stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, his eyes quickly turned around from top to bottom of her body, and finally fixed on her stiff expression and panic-stained eyes.

"what happened to you?"

He stretched out his hand to touch Qianli's forehead to make sure that there was nothing unusual about the other person's body.

Not to mention the other party's physique, just because he is here, there is no possibility of any curses daring to perform actions behind his back, and there are no other people around except ordinary residents.

So all of a sudden... what happened?

"I……"

Qianli opened her mouth, but only squeezed out this word. She leaned on the back of the chair, barely raised her hand with her almost limp body, grabbed Gojo Satoru's sleeve, and gritted her teeth to say the rest.

"Mr. Gojo, did you feel something just now?"

"No."

Looking at Qianli's forehead that was already sweating, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to be laughing as usual, and replied calmly, with a coldness that Qianli had never felt in his voice.

"In my opinion, nothing happened just now, what happened to you?"

Who would dare to make trouble in front of his strongest magician Gojo Satoru?

"Is that so?"

Qianli pursed his lips, and after feeling that he had regained some strength, he sat up straight again.Recalling the feeling just now, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth again.

"Writer..."

The words he wanted to say came out smoothly, and he still had that vigilant feeling in his heart, but it was much weaker than the previous time, and even made Qianli finish the rest of the words directly.

"Wild dogs."

Just after the four words were finished, Qianli was taken aback for a moment.

"That's... you said it?"

Could it be that the warning with great fanfare just now was a one-off?

Before Qianli could react, Gojo Wu's voice made her even more stunned.

"What was said?"

"Mr. Gojo, haven't you heard?"

Qianli frowned and repeated it again.

"Bungo Stray Dogs."

Gojo Satoru found out that the matter was not simple, obviously there was no curse or anything, but as he listened, Qianli just said a series of syllables with unclear meaning after that question, and he couldn't even find out the lip-synch.

"‰π√℃..."

Gojo Satoru repeated the syllable he heard.

"That's all I heard."

"Is that so?"

Qianli's heartbeat that had been beating rapidly because of the warning at the beginning had calmed down, she let go of Wutiao Wu's sleeve, picked up the pen on the table and wrote another line of words on the manuscript paper.

Still feeling faintly warned, Qianli wrote the sentence [The Dragon Head War lasted 88 days, and the port mafia was the biggest winner. ] In this case, handed the paper to Gojo Satoru.

"Can you see it? The words on it."

Gojo Satoru looked at the above which seemed to him to be only a string of characters with unknown meanings, shook his head, picked up Qianli's pen and wrote what he saw below.

"I see."

Looking at the string of symbols under his handwriting, Qianli simply threw the paper on the table and sighed.

Damn, just like playing mosaics, she doesn't even have the qualifications to be a magic stick.

"Tell me, who is it?"

The smile on Gojo Satoru's face was close to a sneer.To be honest, since his no-lower-limit spell became passive and became the strongest, no one has been able to make trouble in front of him.

It was still this kind of unknowingly doing things, which made him want to do something after a long absence.

"Forget it, it's just that there are some things that can't be said."

Qianli hurriedly held down the opponent, persuading him rationally.

"I know it in my heart, you just treat me as if there is something like prohibition on me."

Anyway, in this situation, I suspect that there are too many "people", from books to alayas to the world and even gods... Wait, wait, who knows which one?

Gojo Satoru looked at Qianli, who was not panicked at all, and even started to persuade himself in the opposite direction, and opened his mouth to retort that he hates iron but not steel.

"Is there any restriction on you, and I still can't see it?"

"Yes, yes, I didn't say you can't do it, Mr. Wujo, I just remembered it suddenly."

She smiled lightly, like a feather swaying in mid-air, fluttering without direction, and there was a bit of clarity and silence in those golden eyes.

"Some things just can't be said."

Think about it carefully, if a time traveler can't keep his mouth shut and keeps talking about everything, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

"Nothing is unbreakable."

It was Wujo Satoru's approaching body that responded to Qianli.He pinched Qianli's cheek with his hand, kneading it as if venting his dissatisfaction, but the arc of his lips carried a kind of arrogance that had not been seen for a long time.

"There is nothing that cannot be broken, the difference is only whether you want to or not."

"and--"

Gojo Satoru's face was thousands of miles away, so close that he could clearly feel the other person's breathing. He stared at those golden eyes that seemed to have returned to indifference in an instant, and his voice was meaningful.

"You, will, no, dare, do you?"

Only the gorgeous blue eyes behind the other party's sunglasses remained in sight, Qianli blinked, and the originally calm eyes gradually became tainted with a similar arrogance.

"what."

She smiled in the affirmative.

"of course not."

……

……

As time passed, the Dragon Head War was still not over. However, even though such cruel wars spread around Yokohama, the lives of ordinary people still had to go on.

The places that should work still have to work, and the shops that should open still have to open. It is impossible for a city to stop operating just because of the leading war.

Under such circumstances, the next issue of "Xinzao Monthly" is on sale.

The cloud of war remains, but human beings do not only have wars.What's more, the first half of "The Believer" can be said to have dug a big hole, ordinary people don't need to say more, even the mafia who fight every day tacitly don't fight in the place where newspapers are sold, and they deliberately avoid it when they fight. this kind of place.

nonsense!How long does it take to break one and rebuild it?Now that it's so dangerous outside, who wants to go far away to buy?What if you encounter a hostile fight?

As a person who didn't see the second half of "The Believers" before dying, what is it about warmth or deep meaning, I will never die with peace!

"Oda-kun!"

Aida took the latest issue of "Shinzao Monthly" and came to Sakunosuke Oda who was just sitting in the cafeteria, and excitedly stuffed the monthly magazine into his hand.

"Teacher Qianli has lived up to everyone's expectations! The second half of "The Believer" is absolutely amazing!"

Oda Sakunosuke was blankly holding the brand new monthly magazine stuffed into his hand, somewhat unable to understand Aida's excitement.

"The content...is there something exciting?"

"Of course! It's not just me, anyone who reads it will be excited!"

Aida was so excited that his face was flushed red, he couldn't wait to dance and brag.

"I know Oda-kun, you haven't read the one that came here to find you. I can only say that I really deserve to be Mr. Qianli. The teacher reads this article like a god. Before that Takahashi was ashamed to say that Mr. Qianli's "" "The Believers" is Jiang Lang's talent, I think he will not regret it after seeing the second half of "The Believers"!"

Oda, who has been spoiled for a long time, Sakunosuke looked at the extremely excited Aida, and fell into deep thought.

In the end what happened?Isn't the version you read and the one you published are not the same version?

With doubts in his heart, Oda Sakunosuke lowered his head and opened the "Shinzao Monthly" in his hand.Still ranked first, he flipped through page after page to the end, and confirmed that the content inside was exactly the same as the version he saw.

But why is Aida so excited?

"Oda-kun, have you finished watching?"

Seeing that Sakunosuke Oda had turned to the last page, Aida couldn't restrain his excitement anymore, and shared it with his first friend Chiribuki.

"I knew Teacher Qianli would not suddenly change his style of writing. The teacher must have anticipated the current war and wrote such warm words on purpose!"

"That's right! Aida, do you think so too?"

When a member of the logistics team at the next table heard Aida's words, his eyes lit up and he joined the discussion.

"I'm a warm person. I thought that the second half of Teacher Qianli would be Aragami and the little girl living together, but now