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"Shock!Super-class romance novelist Tsujima Shuji personally writes the script of the TV show, which is about to land on the prime time of Orange Channel! "What kind of program will Mr. Tsushima, who is known as the 'King of the New Generation of Light Novels', bring us! Let's interview some passing friends and hear their thoughts!"

The reporter looked around with the microphone, his eyes lit up, and stopped the girl who was holding a stack of pink books in her hand: "This classmate, are you a fan of Mr. Tsushima?"

Minagawa Li chuckled: "That's right, I'm Mr. Tsushima's black fan."

"Are you the first one to interview a black fan!" The reporter was ecstatic, his ratings, his popularity, and his overtime pay were all paid off!Long live!

"Is there anything you want to say to Teacher Tsushima?" The reporter handed over the microphone, "Maybe the teacher is watching this episode."

Want to say something?That's too much to cover in one word

Minakawa Li took the microphone, took a deep breath, and roared violently: "Mr. Tsushima! You, no, yes, heart!"

"I'm on CPbe! Even a ghost won't let you go! Don't let me know your home address! I want to be with you—one dead and two dead!"

The sound wave rowed against the sky and the wind was surging, and the birds staying on the branches ran wildly. The sound echoed around the beam for three days, and the dark clouds in the sky dissipated for a while.

"Beep—beep—" The reporter frantically waved his hand at the assistant to signal him to manually mute the sound, and the assistant looked back innocently and innocently: We are live broadcasting.

No way, his bonus, woo woo.

"Ahem, this classmate is a little agitated, please be considerate, everyone." The reporter hurriedly changed the subject, "Let's find another classmate... Oh, there is the classic threesome of two men and one woman Combinations, let's interview them."

The little brother of the reporter rallied and set off again with his microphone.

"Hello," he carefully chose the ball-headed boy who looked the most talkative among the three and began to talk, "I'm a reporter from the street interview program group. Have you watched "The God's Bride"? What do you think of the author Tsushima-sensei?"

"Huh? He actually talked to Jie first." Gojo Satoru leaned over curiously, "Why didn't you ask me first?"

Appeared!Childish dk's weird desire to win!

Because this classmate, you look like a handicapped person, on a cloudy day, how can a normal person wear sunglasses.

Of course the reporter will not tell the real reason, he will die.

"Haha, I just saw it at random. So Kuboy, what do you think of Mr. Tsushima?" The microphone was handed to Gojo Satoru.

"The idea...is quite interesting." Gojo Satoru said indifferently, never mentioning the embarrassment that he was so moved that he burst into tears, "I heard you say that he will participate in a TV show? What show? Manga competition?"

"Uh," the reporter was stunned. He didn't expect that the conversation so far away from them could be heard. The Japanese high school students were really hidden, and he replied: "It's a program that will be broadcast on the prime time of Orange TV. The details are still in the confidential stage.”

"A love show?" Jia Ruozi reasonably guessed, "If If You Are the One, or if the peach blossoms are blooming?"

"Maybe it's Super Bian Bian Bian." Xia Youjie whispered devilishly, not letting the reporters hear: "Or the Juling 101 large-scale idol audition."

According to what he knew about Osamu Dazai, it was not impossible.

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"Everyone is very interested in the program written by Mr. Tsushima himself." The reporter smiled at the camera: "The teacher is really good at showing off, but Xiaoji got a very reliable insider from the teacher's fan forum. News! Do you want to know?"

Layers of bullet screens in the live broadcast room covered the reporter's face. The assistant was about to read a few words of praise to him, but found that everyone was swiping: "Get out of the way! You are blocking this baby from seeing the handsome guy!"

"Handsome white-haired guy! Pickpick me! He has a car, a house, a cat and a dog, and he's only short of a security guy with eight-pack abs!"

"Brother with ball head! Your hair stole my heart like octopus balls!"

"You all want to be handsome guys, so the beautiful sister is mine! I greeted me directly and confidently: Hi, wife!"

"My sister looks at me, my beautiful sister looks at me, my sister steps on me!"

assistant:……

How should he smooth things over for his senior in a polite and embarrassing manner?Squat a best netizen online to answer.

The reporter didn't receive the assistant's support, and knew something was wrong, so he immediately forcibly continued his topic, and never gave up the right to speak to the netizens. He continued nonchalantly: "Everyone doubts the authenticity of the news? It's totally fine! Because this This top-secret internal message comes from the moderator of Teacher Tsushima’s personal forum [I’ve been pushing Mrs. Tsushima since I was born!].”

Netizens were ungrateful, and a blowout-like barrage poured out:

"No one doubts the moderator's news, so let me see the beauties."

"Spotted pig, my Superman!"

"Grass (a kind of plant), it's actually a message from the moderator, rwkk!"

The assistant was ecstatic, and immediately read out this barrage that seemed so normal in "The beauty looks at me", "Go to the little reporter", and "The photographer buckles the chicken leg".

The reporter immediately walked down the steps: "Haha, I knew everyone was looking forward to it, so let's see what the miraculous moderator has to say!"

"[Top] [Fine] A little ♂ secret ♂ about Mr. Tsushima: Exclusive interview" [Moderator·I have singled out Mrs. Tsushima since birth! 】Edited at 22:22:22 Q: Is there anything I can tell you in advance about tomorrow's program?

A: Bring a pen and paper, relax your body and mind, throw away your brain, and become a Buddha immediately.

Barrage:"????"

"Is it because my IQ is too low to understand how cultural people write?" An innocent netizen said, "Can any Tsushima fans explain it? I won't mess with your forums."

"Here we come, ten-year-old fans are going online quickly!" Jie Chuanli took out her 5G mobile phone on the spot, and slammed a link into the live broadcast room.

The first large-scale online event for Tsushima fans, drafted by Shuji Tsushima himself, polished by the omnipotent moderator, an educational activity with more than 800 participants - watch the program, write a rainbow fart recitation of at least [-] words and record it upload.

The person with the most beautiful language, the most beautiful voice, and the most emotional can get a red sweater woven by the moderator himself, and a copy signed by Mr. Tsushima.

"It doesn't matter if you want the teacher's signature or not. I'm really excited about the moderator's sweater." Tsushima fan said: "I heard that it is a product that surpasses the ultimate, especially San, the best horror movie companion of the year, how can this not be true?" rush?!"

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Xia Youjie watched the live broadcast with his mobile phone in his hand, and turned a blind eye to the screen, "Brother Ball Head, I'll treat you to octopus balls and red bean ball soup, please leave me your number! As long as I take the initiative, we will have a story!" I turned a blind eye until A white head blocks the screen.

"It looks really interesting, Jie, let's watch this tonight." Gojo Satoru said enthusiastically with a strawberry-flavored lollipop in his mouth, "Look at the WIFI in the school dormitory."

"No." Xia Youjie refused straight away, and he said without changing his expression, "Wu, we can't eat alone."

Five articles Never share snacks with others Enlightenment: Meow meow?

Jie, you are so strange today, such righteous words are not suitable for the painting style of all villains in their high school of conjuration.

"It's prime time tonight, Nitro, you call Diva, Mingming, and Teacher Ye Moth. Wu, you bring Qihai over, and we can use the projector in the school conference room to watch, wouldn't it be nice?"

Without a teacher, Xia Youjie fully grasped the deceptive aura of the leader of the Panxing Sect, and with one hammer, he completed the tasks of the second and fifth children ordered by Dazai Zhiqian in one step.

"Cheers to our friendship, let's build a team together." Xia Youjie threw out the lore, "I and Nizi will accompany you to buy snacks later, there is no limit, and if you sell the store short, I will move it for you with a spell. "

"Good brother!" Gojo Wu slapped Xia Youjie on the shoulder, "It's you, my best friend! Tonight's 10 tons of supplies are all up to you. Look at this solid shoulder, it is a role model for our high school people !"

Grass, ten tons?Wu, are you a pig?

Jia Ruozi raised his hand silently: "I didn't agree."

Come on, Xia Youjie!People's reliable porter, you can do it!

Xia Youjie reviewed the spell spirits he possessed in his mind, and it seemed that the most suitable one for storage and transportation was... Ugly Treasure?

If Fu Heisher's spirit in the sky knew that the curse spirit he left behind had changed from an arsenal to a snack shop, he would surely cry out in relief.

Xia Youjie forced himself to comfort himself, and showed a strong smile to Gojo Satoru: "OK, fine, as long as you write your impressions. 800 words, not a single punctuation mark is missing."

As the leader of the Panxing Sect, when the whole sect was instigated by Dazai Osamu to participate in fan group building activities, he must lead by example.

His thesis (Rainbow Fart) was even printed out by Zaizhi Xiaotu and posted on the "Excellent Employee Column" at the gate of the sect. Xia Youjie couldn't afford to lose this person.

"Okay." Men can't say no, especially the strongest man, Gojo Satoru bit the candy in his mouth, "It's a deal."

At 07:30 in the evening, everyone was either threatened or forced, and all gathered in the conference room of the High School of Magic, and Jianren Qihai was bending over to adjust the projector.

As for why it wasn't Xia Youjie and Wujo Wutiao who were treating guests, the question was that there was only Jianren Qihai, a reliable and normal person present.

"It's been hard work." An Geji sighed.

"Thank you." Ming Ming combed her hair with her hands, "Although I have heard of Shuji Tsushima's name more or less, I never thought Xia Youjun was his fan..."

"It's not Xia Youjie," An Geji couldn't hold back the gloating smile on her face, "It's Wujo Wu who wants to write 800 words of rainbow fart."

Just for this point, she has to contribute a ratings to Shuji Tsushima no matter what.

Gojo Satoru is not happy, but An Ge Ji is happy.

Gojo Satoru, who was being cue, was holding a box of macarons, and he was almost half full before the show started, while the Jiarui Glass on one side had already finished two cans of beer, and he was in high spirits.

At exactly eight o'clock, the long advertisement of Orange TV ended, and the sound of the water piano sounded faintly.

The curse skeleton sitting near the stereo "brushed" its hairs, and rolled a few meters away.

In the memory of everyone in the high school, this is definitely the most hellish background music they have ever heard, like 1 curse spirits blowing in their ears, even sister Sadako can't hold such an exciting beat.

An Geji rubbed her arms, picked up a curse skeleton from the ground and hugged it in her arms, pinching the doll's neck with both hands to strengthen herself.

"Welcome to our show." The voice of a three-none girl sounded out from the underworld BGM suddenly, "I am the host Nanako."

"I'm the host, Mimiko." The little black-haired girl was holding a doll that had been hanged to death in her hands, and looked carefully at the doll's right eye, which was still wrapped in bandages.

Hanging Doll: A product from Zero Zero Happy DIY time, it cannot be said to be indistinguishable from the main body, at least exactly the same.

The two girls were wearing black and white hoodies, the former said "peace in the world" and the latter said "money at first sight".

It looks like a Zashiki boy, but in fact he is black and white.

Nanako: ""Approaching Science", a purely natural and pollution-free program that allows you to know the world, understand the world, and analyze the world. It premieres at Orange House at [-]:[-] every night. Welcome to the real world."

Mimiko: "Why the sow screamed in the middle of the night, who crushed the instant noodles in the supermarket, why there were five of the four heavenly kings, and what the pangolin said - all the truth is in "Approaching Science."

Nanako: "Now we come to the first stop of "Into Science", the residence of a manga artist."

Mimiko: "It is said that this popular manga artist has not re-serialized for the reason of 'Mahjong is so fun, I want to play mahjong' during the serialization period, which caused the anger of readers."

Nanako: "Because of too much resentment, this manga artist has often experienced hallucinations recently. In the dead of night, he always feels that there are countless voices echoing in his ears-'Update quickly', 'Grandpa, the manga you are following has not been updated today. ’, so I can’t sleep well.”

Mimiko: "In the end, he chose to ask the program team for help, and we will come to his home to find out."

The camera moved away from the two little girls, and a gloomy house suddenly appeared on the TV, exuding strong resentment, and the shrill screams almost broke the screen!

Ye Mozheng sat upright, An Geji grabbed the hand of the mansion and squeezed hard, Nanami Jianren frowned and stood up, Gojo Satoru slowly swallowed the cake in his mouth.

"This is the manga artist's residence." Nanako Heiwuchang held the microphone, and Mimiko Baiwuchang stood side by side with her at the gate, and there was only the sound of the camera running around for a while.

There was silence, only the sound of the water piano sounded again, vowing to scare the audience out of heart attack.

"The program team has won the consent of the owner of the house, let's get closer to science." Nanako and Mimiko turned around at the same time, and opened the door with the key.

As the doors opened one by one, a dark red animal claw protruded from the door!Grabbed Nanako's microphone tightly!

"Level one curse spirit!" Noctua Zhengdao stood up suddenly, and roared anxiously: "What are the people at the window doing! Why didn't you report it?!"

When Xia Youjie saw Nanako and Mimiko, his heart tightened. He knew Dazai Osamu's plan for children's hosts, but he didn't expect that he wanted his two daughters to host this kind of underworld show.

The old father's fist was about to move, and Xia Youjie's murderous intentions gradually arose.

"Wait," Gojo Satoru raised his hand to interrupt the stagnant atmosphere, and he pointed to the projection screen, "This curse spirit seems to have something to say."

"What?" Ye Mozheng turned his head to look at the TV, and found that the first-level curse spirit did not hurt anyone.

Under the watchful eyes of the sorcerers, the ferocious animal claws of the first-level curse spirit held the microphone tightly, and brought the ugly face with countless mouths close to the microphone, and said in an extremely miserable voice: "Old thief Fujian! Update me!" !"

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