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Today is also a day to talk about love.

Minagawa Li came out of school with her schoolbag on her back, and couldn't help but think so.

She is an unremarkable member of countless 16-year-old high school students. There is no Mafia organization in Italy waiting for her to inherit, and there is no weird black and white bear to pull her into a game with death as a bet.

The ordinary Minagawa pear wants to talk about a sweet love today.

"There are no good men in this world." She uttered violent words and rushed into the bookstore on the street.

"I want to buy a love novel to nourish my dry heart that has been tortured by work." Li Chuan said bitterly, stopping at the pink area she frequented most.

With pink covers, girly illustrations, and cute fonts, the romance novel section and the gloomy mystery section next door are on the same page.

"Are there any new works?" Minakawa Li looked around the pile of books, like the fattest piece of pork belly in the eyes of the grocery shopping grandma, which shocked the passers-by around and slipped away with their tails between their legs.

"Hey, it's a new author." Minakawa Li picked up a pink and tender thin book with great interest.

Different from the thick brick book next to it, the number of words in this novel is pitifully small, and the number of published pages is barely enough to rely on illustrations.

[There are so many words that I can't write any of them. ——Shuji Tsushima]

As soon as Minagawa Li opened the cover, she saw this preface, which is true in the world.

Different from other authors' long self-reports, the newcomer writer named Shuji Tsushima only said such a simple sentence, as if he would faint in front of the computer if he typed a little more.

"It's so suspicious." Minakawa Li turned the pages of the book hesitantly. This writer seems like a social animal. Is he the kind of worker who works overtime until late at night and is about to die suddenly in front of the computer?

[Eri meets a boy who looks like a monster on the mountain. 】

[It doesn't matter if it's a monster or not, the first time she saw those dark golden eyes full of icy cold wildness, the violent dizziness knocked her down. 】"Hey, don't read it if you don't buy it." The clerk walked over impatiently, "Really, you are a regular customer, right? Don't break the rules of the bookstore casually."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Minakawa pear subconsciously held Shuhu in her arms and bowed to apologize.

She is a frequent visitor to the bookstore, so she naturally knows the reason not to buy or read.Originally, she was just curious about what this writer with a particularly unique preface wrote, so she turned a page casually.

"Are you fascinated by it all at once? It's terrible." Minagawa Li patted her blushing face, and went to line up in front of the cashier with a book.

She decided to buy this "Bride of the Gods". Although the name is very uninnovative and extremely bad, Minagawa Li, who has read countless love novels, believes in her intuition.

There must be something wrong with this romance novel!

"Shuji Tsushima, sounds like a male name, but..." Rika Minagawa walked out of the bookstore, flipping through the illustrations in the novel, each one became more pink and tender, and the girl's heart almost overflowed from the pages.

"Sure enough, she is a cute girl! Mrs. Tsushima is so cute." Minagawa Li said happily, "This must be a sweet romance novel!"

after an hour.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow," the suppressed crying came out from the quilt. Live hiccupped.

"How could this be so?" Rika Minakawa wiped tears with her sleeves indiscriminately, her eyes flushed, "Tsushima-sensei is a big villain! Why can't Eri and the boy be together! She doesn't even know his name. "

The CP she ate was actually BE, Minakawa pear was booming, and in a trance, she knelt on the bed and folded her hands together to pray: the god of love!Xinnu is willing to use ten years of being single in exchange for me to push HE, please let Teacher Tsushima publish a second volume!My CP must be real!

The God of Love shook his head regretfully: Son, you were going to stay single for ten years, this oath cannot be counted.

Minagawa pear gg, I can't get up again.

"You can't let me get hurt alone!" After a brief suffocation, Minagawa Li jumped up and resolutely recommended the title of the book to a large group of lovers of romance novels with a very large number of active people.

Lilizi: Go and see, friends!You will come back crying and thank me!

Group friends:? ? ?So god?Let's go first.

after an hour.

Group friend A: @梨梨子, you traitor!Out-come-accept-die!

Group friend b: Uuuuuuuuuuu Erika!The world is not worth it!

Minagawa Li looked at the chatter window of Ghost Animal's shaking mobile phone, showing a mysterious smile.

She is happy, she is happy, she is very happy, this is the fun of Amway (wicked)!

She can't be the only one hurt by Mr. Tsushima!She can't afford the postage for sending blades to the teacher alone!

Jie Chuanli looked at the book held in her hand, it was so thin, but there were so many knives, and the knives stabbed the vitals, and Jie Chuanli's mouth was full of glass shards.

If it's just pure abuse, Minagawa Rika can just close the book and leave, but Shuji Tsushima is wonderful: he always gives readers a sigh of relief.

"They will resolve the misunderstanding immediately", "Absolutely and absolutely will be together", "No matter how you say it, the ending should be a happy ending", "It's gone, it's really gone, the knife is over."

Misconceptions like these made Minagawa Li bravely endure in the hail of bullets. As the reading progressed, she was more and more moved by the bond between Eri and the boy, but she also became more and more afraid of the difference in their identities.

Love can affect everything, but what if a person is born unable to love?

All his care, preference, and care for you are just an imitation of your behavior. After all, your essence and his are different things.

When she read the last few pages, Minagawa Li almost showed her fear of breaking into a minefield. If she was not careful, she would cry on the spot to Mr. Tsushima.

[The year we met is my whole life, and to the gods, it is about the blink of an eye. 】【It was only at the end that I remembered that I didn't even know his name. 】

[The book is over. 】

"This is the end?" Juna Chuanli frantically turned the pages of the book to find the next page, she couldn't believe it!

"I don't think Tsushima-sensei has finished writing." Rika Minagawa stared at the three words "this book is finished". This book is finished, will there be another book?

Minakawa Li took out her sharp eyes for Chinese reading, held back her tears and re-read "The Bride of the Gods", sorting it out carefully, and she really found a lot of foreshadowing.

The girl with red eyes was so excited that she immediately prepared to open the group chat to share her findings with the group friends, but found that the previously lively group was now quiet.

"No way, are you really all going to cry? Is the ability to accept it so poor?" Minakawa Li selectively forgot her cat face that was crying miserably just now, and swipe her fingers to browse through the group chat records.

What caught my eye was a long line of weeping cat-head emoticons queuing up to accuse her of not being human, until the group owner who had been peeking at the screen and diving threw out a link, and the whole group was suddenly silenced.

"It can't be a strange virus, right?" Minagawa Li muttered while clicking on the link.

After seeing the contents of the page that popped up, she opened her eyes wide and wowed: "Ms. Tsushima's personal forum! See what good things I found!"

Coming to the forum is like going home, the people here are nice to speak, and she likes it so much.

"The second volume of "Bride of the Gods" is expected to be released this week...Long live!" Minagawa Li was ecstatic, she knew there was a second volume!This time it will definitely be a sweet HE ending!

Dazai Osamu stopped typing on the keyboard and happily sent the document to the publishing house for editing.

"So happy," Osamu Dazai rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, excited, "How can there be a more romantic confession than dying for love? What I wrote is definitely a sweet love story!"

That's right, the death of both the male and female protagonists is also a different type of HE. He definitely did not deceive the readers, absolutely not.

"Master," Ling Ling stretched out his hand and poked Osamu Dazai's waist, "Everyone in the forum wants to crowdfund to send you blades, should we give them the address?"

"What do you think?" Once the passion is over, people are always prone to sleepiness, Osamu Dazai waved his hand to indicate that Ling Ling can decide on his own, and he is going to sleep.

After all, the Panxing Sect is a sect, which emphasizes being close to nature and returning to basics, diligent study and hard work, so it is very reasonable that their air conditioner is broken but no one comes to fix it.

Reasonable ghost, there is no air conditioner in summer to kill people.

Mimiko and Nanako have been used to living a hard life since they were young. They are satisfied if they can not be beaten and scolded, and have food and clothing. Every day they leave the cannibal village is extremely happy.

Most of the ordinary people in the Panxing Cult have their own families, and a few conjurers are also very heat-resistant, so in the whole organization, only Osamu Dazai has been probing on the verge of death.

Fortunately, he has Zero Zero, the omnipotent ever-changing Zero Zero!

"The temperature is just right." Osamu Dazai took the little girl who was a head shorter than him into his arms and hugged him, burying his chin in the top of Lingling's hair as a fixation, so comfortable that he unconsciously stretched his hands and feet.

Manu Ling's naturally cool body is an excellent constant temperature air conditioner in summer, and the girl is fragrant and soft, and does not move around, and can be peacefully held by Osamu Dazai until dawn.

Ling Ling has no objection to the current situation that she is both a pillow and an air conditioner. Anyway, Mana Ling's body will not be numb due to holding one position for a long time.

When Osamu Dazai is sleeping, it is the time for zero zero happy surfing.

The night gave her black eyes, but she used them to stay up all night. Friends who don't sleep, raise your hands and let us be high until dawn.

In the forum, the activity of raising funds to send blades to Mr. Tsushima is in full swing. As the moderator, Ling Ling could not open a trumpet to muddy the water.

"I asked the master's opinion before, and he let me figure it out." Ling Ling rested her chin with her hand and fell into deep thought. Osamu Dazai's light breathing sounded above her head, making her itch.

Of course, Ling Ling, who is tolerant, doesn't care about this small detail, especially after Osamu Dazai rushes to finish the draft, Ling Ling, who has a new spiritual food, can directly indulge the difficult master to the max.

"If I want to do it myself..." Lingling started her own analysis program, adhering to the principle of maximizing profits, she thought it was worth it.

What happened to the blade?Every piece is full of love from fans!The most important thing in gift giving is the heart, not the form.

Lingling thinks that Osamu Dazai must really want the love of fans in his heart, but he is too thin-skinned to say it out loud. She is empathetic and will definitely be anxious about what the master wants, thinking about what the master thinks, and vowing that he will get what he wants.

"However, it's not good to directly give the address of Panxingjiao." Lingling thought of all the idiot Stoka news he had seen on the Internet before, and was deeply worried about Osamu Dazai's chastity.

No, the most valuable thing in her master's body is that face, she wants to protect her master!

"Yes!" A small light bulb lit up on Ling Ling's head, and she thought of a brilliant idea.

"I really deserve to be a genius!" The little girl happily boasted to herself, and with a brain wave, she quietly replied to an address in the forum.

——The address of Xia Youjie's dormitory at the Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic and Magic.

"Perf!" Ling Ling snapped his fingers and exited the forum contentedly.

Osamu Dazai was awakened in a daze by the sudden snapping of his fingers. He closed his eyes and wrapped the cold human-shaped pillow in his arms, and patted the back of Ling Ling twice indiscriminately: "Don't make trouble... go to sleep .”

Artificial intelligence does not need to sleep, Lingling nodded pretendingly, waited for Osamu Dazai to breathe evenly, and immediately connected to the Internet to start her game journey.

In the world Ling Ling has been to, her legends are circulating everywhere.

Especially in the field of e-sports, this AI is very disrespectful of martial arts, relying on its racial advantages to kill the Quartet, and tortured the masters who were originally at the top until they cried their fathers and mothers and shut themselves up late at night.

Hiding from her parents and secretly playing with her mobile phone under the quilt, the time always flies so fast. Seeing the sun rise to twelve noon, Lingling reluctantly let those Gao Wan who had been abused all night go back to sleep. Rolled in Dazai Osamu's arms.

Human-shaped alarm clock, open for business!

"It's noon, if you don't get up anymore, you can only eat soup if you eat quick-frozen dumplings." Lingling reached out and pinched the tip of Osamu Dazai's nose, and then covered his mouth, demonstrating like a textbook what is called the physical self-shark wake-up method .

Lingling knows the time when Osamu Dazai holds his breath down to the second. She pinches the time and observes Osamu Dazai's expression without blinking. Her professional and scientific attitude is no less than that of a kindergartener who keeps an insect observation diary.

"Okay, ten seconds have passed, our Dazai player is still very calm, without the slightest trouble of shortness of breath, he is indeed a good swimmer who enters the water once a day."

Ling Ling uses the voice of the most professional horse racing commentator to broadcast synchronously: "Ten seconds have passed, and Dazai is still very calm. The miracle of seconds..."

"Wait! Contestant Dazai is not breathing! My God! His heart is not beating! He is dead! What's going on?!"

While broadcasting in an anxious tone, Ling Ling still firmly blocked Osamu Dazai's airway with her hand, and gradually read in a better tone: "Okay, our staff confirmed that player Dazai passed away unfortunately at the age of 16, now let's put A song "Unforgettable Tonight" commemorates this historic day."

"Unforgettable tonight~ Unforgettable tonight~ No matter the end of the world or the corner of the world..."

Osamu Dazai, who had a cardiac arrest for five seconds with his unique skill and tried to stay in bed, finally opened his eyes during the festive BGM. He stared blankly at Ling Ling, who pinched his nose with one hand and covered his mouth with the other: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (open)."

"Ah, Master has come back to life." Lingling let go as if nothing had happened, happily hugging Osamu Dazai's neck, "Great! The pacemaker I asked Mimiko Nanako to prepare in advance is useless."

"Zero-chan, the devil." Dazai Osamu accused Lingling with his eyes, and Lingling looked back at him innocently.

She is just an AI, what bad intentions can an AI have?It was clearly the fault of the bedridden master!

While Osamu Dazai and Lingling were shirking responsibility with their eyes, the door of the room was pulled open with a swipe.

"Dazai rules you!" Xia Youjie stepped into the room full of anger, but suddenly disappeared in the next second.

Osamu Dazai, who was lying on his back on the tatami, turned to look at him.

Ling Ling who was lying on Dazai Osamu also turned to look at him.

Two pairs of innocent eyes stared at Xia Youjie. If you ignored their tangled hair and Jenga pose, Xia Youjie would almost believe their pure eyes.

"You don't even let go of the curse spirit." Xia Youjie looked at Dazai Zhi strangely, "It's quite strong."

"If you mean the curse spirit you subdued, it's really heavy taste." Osamu Dazai stood up holding Lingling, and the two people who temporarily truce in front of outsiders radiated a unified aura from the inside out, fighting the enemy together.

"What's the matter, Mr. Xia You, it disturbs people's dreams in broad daylight." Osamu Dazai didn't care about the bright sun outside the window at all, and took it for granted that he slept until twelve o'clock.

Mentioning this, Xia Youjie's anger, which had temporarily disappeared due to excessive shock, surged up. He indifferently raised his phone and opened the photo album for Dazai Zhi to look at.

The photo shows Xia Youjie's dormitory. The originally empty room was occupied by stacks of courier boxes, and the recipient's name was "Teacher Tsushima".

Teacher Jin Dao showed a blank look in his eyes: This matter really has nothing to do with him. He may have tricked Xia Youjie many times, but this time it really wasn't.

"Ah, it's a gift from a fan to the owner." Ling Ling raised her hand as if asking for credit, "I filled in Mr. Xia You's address."

Osamu Dazai & Xia Youjie: So it was your fault.jpg

"Gifts from fans?" Osamu Dazai had an ominous premonition in his heart. He only wrote one book in this world, and it was still a depressing literature wrapped in pink pure love. If fans don't kill him, it's a sign of kindness. , how can you give a gift?

Wait, Osamu Dazai suddenly thought of the conversation he had with Lingling before going to bed.

She asked what to do if someone wanted to send him a blade, what was her answer at the time?

Osamu Dazai mobilized his supernatural mind, and vaguely recalled that what he said should be: "What do you think?"

The implication is to let Ling Ling figure it out.

"!" Osamu Dazai was shocked. He was too excited to finish the draft yesterday, but he didn't slow down at the end, and he actually issued such an uncontrollable order!

Is Ling Ling his caring little secretary who doesn't need anyone to worry about his work?

no!She is clearly the little mud monkey that Osamu Dazai can go to heaven and earth without looking at her!

"Zero sauce..." Osamu Dazai slowly turned his head to look at Ling Ling who was sitting on his lap, "Where did you ask the fans to send the blade to Mr. Xia You?"

"That's right." Lingling nodded confidently, "Aren't I being very witty, I neither hurt the hearts of the fans nor disturbed the owner."

Only Xia Youjie was injured, whocares?

Xia Youjie: It's hard, the fist is hard.

This pair of dogs and men, not only kissed me in front of him, but also laughed at the things that hurt his name, without the slightest intention of introspection, it is really hateful!

"Don't be angry, Mr. Xia You." Seeing that his complexion was not good, Ling Ling kindly comforted him: "The fan's heart, you can take it if you give it to you!"

Listening to Ling Ling's words, Xia Youjie seemed to have returned to the time when he visited relatives and friends during the New Year's festival. His aunt and uncle did the same, and said to him while stuffing red envelopes: "Elder's heart, you can take it if you give it to you!"

But what they give is money, what you give is blades!Can this be the same!

"Xia You-kun's face is so scary." Lingling approached Osamu Dazai, and whispered to him, "A mutant in the second stage, menopause?"

"Maybe, Zero-chan stay away from him, and be careful not to get infected." Osamu Dazai replied in a low voice.

The posture of the two people changed from Jenga to double-sided tape, up and down to left and right, the only thing that remained the same was the sense of zero distance that was so sticky that a mosquito couldn't get in.

"There are still people here, can you restrain yourself a little in broad daylight, what will you do if Nanako Mimiko sees you?" Xia Youjie was heartbroken, "Don't spoil the child."

"I'm a child too." Osamu Dazai said without changing his face, "Mommy, I'm hungry."

The arrival of Xia Youjie means a hearty lunch that is not a takeaway, and seniority is not important for cooking.

"Please shut up, I'm a bit ashamed." Xia Youjie said indifferently, and he made a gesture of separation with his hands, "As a mortgage for the meal, you have to keep a distance of ten centimeters in front of Mimiko and Nanako."

"Xiayou-kun," Dazai Osamu said sincerely, "It's not that I don't want to promise you, it's because of the situation."

Xia Youjie wiped off the hot sweat from his forehead, waiting for Dazai's next words.

Hell, why is it so hot in here?Whose fiery enthusiasm set the desert on fire?

"The air conditioner is broken, and no one can fix it." Osamu Dazai went straight to the core, "As a glorious conjurer, can you fix the air conditioner?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

He won't, but his good brother Gojo Satoru will.

As for why Gojo Satoru, who is the young master of the Gojo family, can repair the air conditioner, the reason is very simple. After all, he is appointed by the author as "a man with everything perfect except his personality".

It is impossible for a perfect man not to repair the air conditioner!

"Wait for me to make a call." Xia Youjie was silent for a moment, and finally compromised for the physical and mental health of Mimiko and Nanako.

Xia Youjie took out his mobile phone and dialed his almighty good brother with one touch:

"Wu, how to fix the air conditioner?"

The author has something to say: Gojo Wu:? ? ?

You call the strongest in the world just to fix an air conditioner?