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"I want to write a sweet love story." Mr. Tsushima said.

Pure and beautiful love is not the tacit hint of adults, nor is it the pain literature howling in the rain, but the flushing face when you hook your fingers, and the shyness that dare not look at him when you share an umbrella.

If you want to write a sweet love story, the fastest way is naturally to experience a sweet love.

Without a clear experience, the following error cases occur:

[Yuriko is pinching the pink envelope, staring at her toes, her voice trembling: "Mr. X, are you willing to die in love with me?"] Osamu Dazai stopped typing on the keyboard and looked at it with satisfaction: Not bad, very good innocent.

"Master," Lingling hooked Dazai Osamu's neck quietly, and asked very sincerely: "What's next? Has Mr. X agreed?"

"Of course!" Osamu Dazai turned his head in disbelief, "Who would reject a pure and beautiful girl like Yuriko?!"

Could someone refuse the invitation of a beautiful young lady to die in love?No way, no way?

Lingling was silent for a second, then she knocked her head on Dazai Osamu's shoulder, stared at the computer screen with curious eyes, and asked her soul: "If this is the case, wouldn't Mr. X die?"

Both the male and female protagonists are dead, where is the sweet love?

"Isn't it romantic enough to die for love?" Osamu Dazai was hit hard.

He has held the title of Yokohama Heart Arsonist for so many years, and it was the first time that he was told by a mentally handicapped AI that he didn't understand romance.

Osamu Dazai looked at Ling Ling's innocent and puzzled eyes, and couldn't help re-examining his article.

He looked up and down, left and right, and the words between the lines were full of pure love.

Lingling followed Osamu Dazai to look up, down, left, and right, and the words are full of the word "Sharen".

"Master, I don't want to hit you." Ling Ling's loyal minister remonstrated, "But you let the hero and heroine die together in less than 500 words at the beginning. How will the master plan to write the next plot? The love between humans and ghosts is over?"

"No, no, no," Osamu Dazai denied, "It was Mr. X who died, how could I let the lovely and innocent Yuriko die?"

The scenario he imagined went like this:

"On the night of martyrdom, there was a sudden rainstorm, Mr. X was involved in the vortex, and Lily standing on the shore showed a strange smile—so that's it! Mr. X is actually Lily's half-brother! Mr. X fought for the inheritance She actually killed her own father! Baihezi sacrificed her life to avenge her father, when she saw Mr. X being swallowed by the muddy waters, her thoughts went back to that bleak sunny afternoon many years ago..."

Ling Ling hugged his knees next to Osamu Dazai and listened to him tell this story of love and hatred, parents' grievances, rebirth and return, and childhood shadows. After hearing this, he nodded "hmm", his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Great!" Lingling applauded vigorously, and said very flatteringly: "A epoch-making spy war drama! My master deserves 1 Oscars for best screenplay—so, where is the sweet love?"

Dazai fell silent suddenly.

He has written a lot of mystery novels and murder cases, so it seems that he may not be able to write stories about undead people.

"How about..." Osamu Dazai hesitated, and listened to Ling Ling's advice, "Is the relationship between humans and ghosts over?"

"A Chinese Ghost Story?" Ling Ling looked sympathetically at Osamu Dazai, who had dropped out of school prematurely and entered the adult world, and had never experienced a youthful love on campus. "Or, the undead version of Romeo and Juliet?" Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai would do, too. They can also turn into butterflies, magic realism, awesome.

No, this is not right.Osamu Dazai crossed his arms and stared at the computer screen bitterly.

Mr. Tsushima is omnipotent, how can a mere love literature make it difficult for a popular lover in Yokohama?

It really works.

Because Osamu Dazai strikes up a conversation because of his face worth tens of billions of paintings, even if he invites him to die in love as soon as he opens his mouth, the ladies and sisters can't bear to slap the dreams of thousands of girls with a slap.

Ordinary, normal love, what is it?Let him ask for help from the sidelines.

"Are you asking me?" Xia Youjie secretly rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone.

Osamu Dazai asked Xia Youjie what a campus love story is. The horror level is no less than Gojo Satoru saying that he is going to become a monk.

What's the matter?Is it because Xia Youjie is a DK that he will fall in love with the beautiful JK and tell Dazai the details of the relationship?

I'm sorry, but the only girl in their grade, Ru Nizi, is a nanny. Don't offend anyone if you offend the nanny. The Conjuration High School is just such a single seedling. It can be called the last pure land and cannot be desecrated.

"Hey, Xia You-kun is really indifferent," Dazai Osamu said dissatisfiedly, "I'm a writer—a writer, the kind of person who will die if he doesn't have inspiration and materials. As my loyal partner, Shouldn't you sacrifice yourself for others?"

"Even if you say that, it's useless. The entire High School of Conjuration is a single mother and fetus, so it can't help you." Xia Youjie told the truth.

At this time, Xia Youjie didn't know that in the environment where everyone was single, a young man with his own wife would be born in the future, blinding everyone's eyes.

No, wait, didn't Osamu Dazai carry a cute young girl with him?

Seeing their intimacy, Xia Youjie thought that Dazai Zhiji had left the singles long ago, and he was still solo in the mother's womb, which is really shameful.

"So Miss Lingling called you 'Master' really just a simple title?" Xia Youjie confessed, "I was thinking too much."

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"Anyway, the novel is also a fictitious story. Wouldn't it be nice if you let Miss Lingling and you pretend to be a couple for a day?" Xia Youjie wanted to hang up the phone and leave, and started talking nonsense.

After all, he was a sophomore, so he couldn't be too blatant when answering the phone, so he could only get out of Gojo Satoru's six eyes when he was going to the bathroom.

Gojo Satoru would suspect that he was constipated if he didn't go out again...Xia Youjie hung up the phone indifferently, because he thought that Osamu Dazai had something serious to tell him, so he shouldn't have hoped for this person.

"...Hung up." Osamu Dazai moved the phone away, and dissatisfiedly trampled Zero Rabbit's ear with his hand, and said bitterly, "Cut, if you are single, you are single, so what are you doing so arrogantly?"

"Master, do you want to adopt his suggestion?" Lingling rested her chin in thought, "I'm fine, but Lingling is just an artificial intelligence, and doesn't know the way humans fall in love."

She who plays with you knows nothing.Zero zero, a giant in theory, a goblin in action.

"Are you in love?" Osamu Dazai and Ling Ling used the same thinking emoji, "Actually, I don't know either."

He is proficient at flirting with girls, but it is his consistent style to only flirt and not marry. He looks coldly at the other party getting deeper and deeper, and Osamu Dazai can withdraw and leave at any time.

As for the way ordinary couples fall in love, Osamu Dazai thinks it's too boring and a waste of time.

"Why don't you ask the magic conch?" Ling Ling enthusiastically promoted himself, "I am a top AI with a super god search system, killing all search engines in seconds."

are you sure?Osamu Dazai looked skeptical.

He still remembers the incident when Lingling wanted to amputate his limb when he had a fever, and her search function has never been normal.

"I'm at least more reliable than Xia Youjie." Lingling raised his hand and swore, "I swear by my source code."

"I trust you one more time." Osamu Dazai said coldly, "Zero-chan's credibility in my heart is about to reach negative points."

"I will never let the master down!" Lingling saluted vigorously, with a solemn expression like a soldier saluting like a marshal.

Super college-level searchers, national first-class network technicians, and Lingling from the stars are at your service. Search questions: "Love From Zero·Xiaobai".

A few seconds later, the conjurers of the Panxing Sect passed by the current leader's room, and they all stopped, twisted their necks into a twist, and opened their mouths into the shape of O's bubble milk.

God!What is this, this circle of pale candles in the shape of a heart?Which earth binding spirit fell in love with their beautiful and flowery leader and made a bold courtship?It's too brave!

"Grateful heart ~ thank you for being with me for the rest of my life..." The warm BGM spread from the room to the outside, and the conjurers who were aroused by the tenderness in their hearts couldn't help but wet their clothes with tears.

It's a pity that this "Grateful Heart" was only halfway in. Lingling suddenly realized that she had misplaced the disc, and the soul of the DJ went online quickly. She bravely changed the song with Dazai Osamu's expressionless expression: "Yesterday was too late , it will be a pity tomorrow, will you marry me today~"

"Okay! Marry her!" The booing from downstairs sent the sparrows on the eaves flying, and everyone gave blessing applause in unison.

Ling Ling looked at Osamu Dazai without fear, and the white candlesticks behind them formed a big love to surround them, and even the candle smoke was in the shape of loving you.

"How is it?" asked expectantly, "Is it romantic?"

"...romantic." Osamu Dazai made a grinding sound, "Zero-chan, you really didn't disappoint me."

She can always die.

"Huh?" Ling Ling scratched his head, "This reaction is not right, isn't this the most popular way of courtship in student dormitories? It's a little dirty, and the classics will be passed down forever."

The most popular is the most popular!

"Does the master think that I am smaller than my heart?" Ling Ling stretched out his hand and gestured, and nodded, "Indeed, the small scene is too wronged the master, I should put my heart around Tokyo."

Wow, it's so romantic just thinking about it, as expected of her!

"You don't need to say it." Osamu Dazai closed the window to prevent passing subordinates from seeing his jokes. He made a decisive decision: "From now on, turn off your search function."

"Why?" Ling Ling was puzzled, "Is the master not satisfied? I'll make a patch."

"Zero-chan, didn't your search program tell you that white candles are for dead people?" Osamu Dazai smiled and hung the bandages in a loop around his neck, and said decisively, "I'll die right now for you to see. "

"Wow, don't do it, master!" Lingling turned pale in shock, "You have eaten too many quick-frozen dumplings recently, and now your weight..." is no longer a weight that a weak bandage can bear!

Osamu Dazai hung the bandages on the hanging beam. With a face of "I don't listen, I don't listen", he kicked off the pedals and fell to the ground in the next second.

The bandage shattered into two halves, and Lingling picked up the bandage of the heroic sacrifice, and shed tears first: "Abeng! You died so badly!"

Osamu Dazai's "corpse" was lying on the side, looking up faintly: "Zero-chan is most concerned about the bandages, not me. I'm angry, I'm sad, and I'm going to make a fuss."

"What nonsense! Isn't the bandage the owner's body?" Ling Ling blew the dust on the bandage distressedly, "Poor little girl, Ling Ling will give you a needle and thread to mend."

"Have they always been like this?" Mimiko and Nanako poked their heads from the door frame, watching the two happy comedians passionately perform double reeds inside the door.

"That's right." Nanako said, "Isn't this play going to be played every day?"

"I miss Xia You-sama so much." Mimiko murmured, "He's so normal."

Compared with the cold joke mancai group in the house, the embrace of the male mother is so kind and warm, which is reassuring.At the same age of sixteen or seventeen, why is there such a big difference between people?

Under the supervision of Dazai Zhi, Ling Ling took back the candles she had placed downstairs, and Dazai Zhi sat back at the computer and deeply understood Xia Youjie's unreliability.

Pretending to be a couple with Zero Zero?The brain circuit bent into a mosquito coil can't think of such a brilliant idea. What misunderstanding does he have about artificial mental retardation?Is Zero Zero an existence that human intelligence can easily see through?Innocent.

Art comes from life and is beyond life. Osamu Dazai stared at the blank document to empty his mind. Scenes from the past flashed through his mind, and the familiar cool breath came from the back of his neck again.

"Master?" Lingling asked curiously with her gentle lips touching Osamu Dazai's earlobe, "Have you found any inspiration?"

Zero doesn't understand the social distance between humans, and her preferences are always very clear.

She only likes Osamu Dazai, so she only gets close to him, and sticks to Osamu Dazai like no one else, her long and slender hair brushes against his neck, and he gently and carefully gathers her hair together.

But this kind of liking is probably not the so-called feeling of being in love, but just an instinctive intimacy.

"I have a little bit of thinking." Osamu Dazai looked at the appearance of Lingling reflected on the screen: the long black and beautiful hair was tied with a silver-white ribbon, and the dark red lips were like a peach blossom stained on the stream. The kimono is close to the body line, the smooth ankles are stepped on the tatami, and the fingertips are lightly pink.

After all, she is a girl who looks good in a Northeast emerald flower padded jacket, Dazai Osamu couldn't help but smile.

He thought of the ancient legends: the great monsters in the mountains have a beautiful human-like appearance, they wear gorgeous dresses, speak elegant ancient languages, and the humanity shown in their conversations is clearer than that of humans.

You communicate with them and often forget the fact that they are alien.Until some inadvertent details snap off like spider threads, the inhuman sense of déjà vu seems like a dream.

This humanity turned out to be her special treatment for you.

"Who doesn't like to be favored?" Osamu Dazai muttered to himself, "A person who doesn't care about others, who is as hard as iron and has no heart, is patient, gentle, soft and calm to you. How can a person who is addicted to it be willing to leave? If If this preference is lost in an instant, how hopeless will people be."

Zero zero: "?"

I don't understand, it's so profound, when did her master sneak away to learn Chinese?

"I didn't say Zero Sauce," Osamu Dazai waved his hand, with an indescribable connivance in his disgust: "After all, even if I break 10086 phones, you will show up again on the 10087th, right?"

That's right.Ling Ling nodded, but don't underestimate her ability to touch porcelain.

"I have an inspiration." Dazai Osamu stared at the screen, opened a can of coffee with one hand, and drank half of the bottle in one gulp with the momentum of filling Red Bull, his eyes were so energetic.

The document is opened, the keyboard is in place, and the mouse is always on standby.

The soul of the drafter is the soul of the drafter, and the drafter is the master!

Rush!

The author has something to say: Jae: I can do it again, start all night.