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"Shock!The drama adaptation of genius novelist Shuji Tsushima's debut work will be officially staged at the Tokyo Opera House! "Restores the original content of the novel, and Mr. Shuji Tsushima personally writes the script, which is a drama that only appears once in a lifetime.A thousand gold is easy to get, but a vote is hard to find!If you don’t buy it, you’re not a Tokyoite, so what are you waiting for, come and grab it!

Osamu Dazai forked out the small advertisements that popped up on the computer webpage one by one, and after closing one, another group popped up. Finally, he knocked [-] with a blank expression, and the computer screen was instantly cleared.

If you don't play for a day, you go to the house to expose the roof tiles, and Hugh comes to harm his new computer.

These small advertisements are naturally written by Zero Zero.Her marketing strategy is very simple and crude, viral mental pollution, forcing Amway into people's throats, fast and ruthless, one step in place.

The seemingly rough operation is actually the best solution analyzed by big data. After several times of fermentation, public opinion has become hot. People's expectations for dramas are gradually rising. The only thing missing is a national atmosphere of "OMG buy it!"

Lingling was making waves on the Internet, and was suddenly knocked out by her master.

She grumbled and rubbed her head, straightened Big Brother's black sunglasses, leaned against the huge slate and continued to smoke her pipe.

[SR·Big Director], additional attribute [Box Office Miracle], clothing elements are decadent and wild, with sunglasses and pipes.

Every time you take a sip, Ling Ling spits out a colorful bubble, like an automatic blower that accidentally drinks a whole bottle of bubble water, full of bald childlike fun.

Her leisurely look greatly stimulated Osamu Dazai, who was lying in front of the computer to revise the manuscript, he raised his head slightly: "Zero-chan, why do you look so leisurely?"

"No way," Ling Ling said unconvinced, "My program is running non-stop, the pressure is so great that I even started smoking!"

Do you call colorful bubbles smoke?

Osamu Dazai's confusion was clearly written in his eyes, and he nodded frankly, "Is there any problem, isn't the master using the youth mode? The youth mode will automatically replace all 18-banned materials."

Youth mode, what a familiar and friendly word.

Whenever Osamu Dazai is getting better at playing games, an annoying prompt box will pop up on the screen: [Your game time today has exceeded, please come back tomorrow. 】Although he solved this problem by stealing Mr. Mori's ID card, the shadow of this thing will always hang in Osamu Dazai's heart.

As a result, his artificial intelligence now tells him: Dear, we have always been in the youth mode~ Isn't it very caring and friendly, remember to give me five-star praise!

Lingling didn't know that she had awakened Osamu Dazai's psychological shadow. She heard the master say that she would not be happy if she didn't work for a while, so she pulled out several split screens to show Osamu Dazai.

"Hey, I'm top-notch in terms of public opinion. The publicity is already in place, and with the addition of [Box Office Miracle], there will be absolutely no seats left at the premiere." Lingling bit the tail of his pipe, staring at the Projection: "There are 10 minutes before the pre-sale starts, let's see how our tickets are selling."

"Today is the pre-sale day?" Osamu Dazai, who had revised the draft so that he could not distinguish between day and night, looked up from the document, and followed Ling Ling to the pre-sale ticket inventory.

The Tokyo Opera House occupies a very large area, and the rent is high.Editor Teruki Maeda once tactfully persuaded Mr. Tsushima to rent the venue smaller, and it would not be shameful if the tickets were not sold, at least it would not lead to bankruptcy at a loss.

Teruki Maeda: Tokyo Opera House!Is Mr. Tsushima crazy? There must be a limit to the expansion of self-confidence!If you can't sell the tickets, teacher, you will have to sleep on the street for the next year.

Osamu Dazai, who was troubled by his mother-in-law's sutra chanting, forcibly saw off the guests with "money is something outside the body" and "don't use money to measure art".

"I still have a little confidence in myself," Osamu Dazai propped his head up with one hand, watching the countdown gradually reset to zero, "How can there be no audience present for such a good show?"

"Of course," Lingling took off his sunglasses, a silver-white stream of data flashed in his dark pupils, "You are my master."

Absolutely, the best one.

The countdown is cleared, and the pre-sale begins!

brush!The numbers on the screen decreased rapidly.

"Zero sauce, how's it going?" The inventory figures changed so quickly, Osamu Dazai felt dazzled after just two glances, and couldn't help but lower his head and rub his eyes.

"Okay, okay, OOOOK——yoyo, the tickets are selling so fast, every time, every time, every time, beep, beep, beep..."

"What?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyes in doubt, and couldn't help but pat his ears sideways, trying to pour out the water in his head.

Is he hallucinating?Why is there a piece of electronic rap coming from the stereo?

This magical dynamic, ghostly and lively beat, could it be

Opening his mouth with difficulty one by one, except for the small mouth that is still there, only the eyeballs can move, vividly showing Osamu Dazai what it means to be "no matter how strong artificial intelligence is, it is afraid of network cards", " The internet speed is so bad that I can’t take it with me.”

- She's stuck.

"Pfft hahahaha, you have today too." Osamu Dazai laughed until he pounded the table, his little idiot AI finally capsized in the gutter, let him gloat first.

If it weren't for the fact that no electronic device can stop Zero Zero's intrusion, Osamu Dazai would definitely record this segment and play it on loop.

Osamu Dazai: The famous scene comparable to a million famous paintings is worth remembering for a lifetime.

Ling Ling sang the entire electronic rap song to his master with the difficult challenge of a jammed machine. Osamu Dazai twitched from laughing on the table, and almost succeeded by himself.

"Ahem," Osamu Dazai wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Laughing to death is also a good way to self-destruct. As expected of Zero Sauce, it gave me new inspiration."

"As expected of me!" Lingling proudly puffed out her chest, accepting Osamu Dazai's "praise" without any hesitation, boasting herself to the point of flying.

Lingling is a staunch supporter of encouraging education. She believes in the principle that children are not scolded but praised.

Except for a person like Osamu Dazai who is so thick-skinned that he would not lose his face when he falls to the ground, no one can resist the stormy applause.

Osamu Dazai here was obsessed with sand sculptures and couldn't extricate himself, while the audience over there scrambled for tickets.

"Have you bought the ticket?" In a secret apartment, Bellmode answered the agent's call with a cigarette between his fingers.

"I got it." The agent wiped the hot sweat from his forehead with difficulty, "We robbed four computers together, and three of them got stuck. Fortunately, we didn't disgrace our lives."

Belmode flicked the cigarette ash and sneered: "It's really popular."

Don't let her down with the final result of the performance.

"Why is the network so slow today?" Mori Kogoro dropped his mouse angrily. He wanted to watch Ms. Yoko's program on demand, but the network card was 2G.

"Because everyone is scrambling for tickets." Mao Lilan was browsing the mobile phone forum, ""Death of the Unknown" is on pre-sale today. I heard that Yuanzi specially set the alarm clock but didn't get it."

"Didn't Miss Suzuki's family get a ticket?" Conan looked at the electronic ticket he got in the lottery and sighed: He is really good.

"No, and there is no one who sells scalpers." Mao Lilan shook his head, "Yuanzi is also very puzzled." There is a day when the ability to make money is invalid.

This is of course zero credit, and justice is such that she will never allow middlemen to make the difference.If it wasn't for screening and screening the audience, how could she jam the machine and play electronic music?

The anticipation of the drama was beyond everyone's imagination. For a while Shuji Tsushima's personal forum was filled with mourning, and a group of sour powder essences who ate lemons squatted under everyone who posted tickets.

Theme: Hey, can't go to the scene, Ye Qingjie!Is there any kind-hearted person who has grabbed a ticket to give the child a bite to eat? You can't take pictures, and it's okay to relay!

Reply: Son, it's not that dad doesn't help you, it's because dad's Chinese is not good enough.

Drama is only meaningful if you witness it with your own eyes.What's more, Mr. Tsushima personally issued a statement that "Death of the Nameless" will only be staged once, and photography and photography are not allowed during the period. Missing it once is equivalent to missing a lifetime.

Tsushima fan: So why didn’t we grab it? (It’s a puffer fish)

Fans scrambled for tickets and blood flowed like a river. When Osamu Dazai’s editor Teruki Maeda called, his voice was trembling: “Mr. Tsushima, I heard that the pre-sale tickets were sold out within half an hour. Is it true?”

"Huh? I didn't pay attention." Dazai Osamu went to listen to the rap, so he didn't have the energy to keep track of the time.

As expected of Mr. Tsushima, he is like a wild crane in the clouds without being surprised by favor or shame, and his cultivation level is comparable to that of an eminent monk.

Teruki Maeda sighed in his heart: He is still too impatient, how can he doubt the reliable teacher Tsushima?The teacher is such a steady, reliable and promising young man, he must have arranged everything early, maybe he even finished most of the new book.

Osamu Dazai: No goo, I really don’t have goo.You see, he believed me.

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"Thank you teacher for reserving the tickets for me in advance," Maeda Teruki on the other end of the phone showed a escaped expression, "I heard that for this pre-sale, one person needs four computers to get the tickets, it's crazy gone."

"It doesn't matter, everyone who should enter will be there, that's enough." Osamu Dazai said inexplicably.He chuckled and looked up at the floor plan of the theater on the screen.

Every audience sat in their seats properly, and every actor appeared in the position where he should appear.

The tailored briefings were spread out on the desktop one by one, from the publication of "Death of the Unknown" to the promotion of the theater performance, there was no issue.

Renye Karasuma stood by the table, staring intently at the huge headlines in the newspaper.

"One episode, one meeting, a drama that will only appear once"

It is likely to be a trap, even if you are angry, don't fall for it.

Renye Karasuma did not order his subordinates to grab tickets for him.No matter who Shuji Tsushima is, no matter what purpose he has, there is a bright trap in front of him, and it is impossible for him to step on it foolishly.

"Wait for the limelight to pass, hum..." He whispered, clenching his hand on crutches.

Thanks to him swallowing it for the time being, this dumb man can no longer pay attention to this matter, no matter how tolerant he is, he has no face to watch his public execution in person.

What is the difference between asking Karasuma Renye to watch the drama "Death of the Nameless" and asking him to recite his love diary in the second period?He wants face.

If the mountain doesn't come, it's me, and if I come, I will go to the mountain.

The tune of "Seven Crows" suddenly hummed in the room, the lively tune of the nursery rhyme echoed in the dark room, and the reminder cursor of the new email flickered on and off.

Renye Karasuma hesitated for two seconds, and an inexplicable premonition fixed him in place.

The feeling of dizziness like weightlessness overlapped with the weirder nursery rhymes, and the dark room was like a ghost that devoured everything, trying to drown him in evil.

After a few breaths, the hands wrapped in leather gloves finally held the phone, and the screen lit up.

"If you don't want people to know the secrets in the email, come to the appointment alone."

"A ticket to the theater is enclosed with this letter, and a unique special seat is included. I wish you a pleasant viewing of the movie. ——Your sincere friend Shuji Tsushima."