When the blind date is 5t5

Before questioning Kyoko Abe, I almost already had suspects in my mind.

It's just that hiring someone to write your own fan fiction is too coquettish.

So, I just doubt it.

After my guess was confirmed, I stared at Abe Kyoko numbly, with a little bit of hope in my eyes.

In case, I just got it wrong.

In the next second, Abe Kyoko broke my self-deception.

She nodded, looking like a 5000-year-old who sold Wutiaowu once and didn't care about selling it again, and said with certainty: "A week ago, Mr. Wutiao found me. He hired me to write ten books for [-] million yuan as a reward. According to the love story between you and him, and spread it privately."

Hearing this, my little head was filled with big question marks.

5000 million, just ten books.

Is he crazy? ! !

That's not how money is wasted, is it?

At this moment, rather than being angry, I was more shocked by Gojo Satoru's prodigal ability.

On the other end, Abe Kyoko continued: "As for the content of the story, he said that he wanted to follow the trend and stay ahead of popular trends. So I consulted various online novel websites and spent four days learning their most popular stories. It was only after selling the article that this peerless work was created."

When she said this, she was proud, as if the person who wrote this kind of ancient romance novel was the reincarnation of a famous writer.

Absolutely.

I was speechless for a while, and while she was still admiring herself, I quickly pulled out this unfinished "peerless work" from behind her.

Facing her sad little eyes that seemed to say that I don't practice martial arts, I said coldly: "Confiscated."

Silence is like a virus, spreading rapidly in the air.

Merely confiscating the copy won't stop her from continuing to write, though.

Realizing this, I gradually fell into thinking.

Soon, the coping was born.

Isn't it just the ability to compare money, I don't believe that I will lose to Gojo Satoru.

The strong fighting spirit gushing from the bottom of my heart quickly overwhelmed my head.

I raised my eyebrows at her and said proudly: "6000 million, destroy all the novels that have been circulated, and you are not allowed to write the next few books."

Abe Kyoko was stunned for a moment, as if money fell from the sky on her head, her expression suddenly showed surprise and surprise.

"Okay. Teacher Asuka, don't worry." She raised her four fingers together without hesitation, and swore courteously, "I promise to take back all those novels, and not a single one will be left behind."

With her promise, I will no longer stay in the second grade site.

After all, it was only halfway through the class, and when he left suddenly, he didn't know if there would be a disturbance in the knotweed.

Thinking of this, I glanced at the other three students who were surrounded by me and Kyoko Abe, and said goodbye to them calmly: "Then I won't disturb your self-study, goodbye."

The dog curly thorn looked at me with those clean and clear purple eyes, and a muffled voice came out from under the raised collar: "Pickled fish roe."

Beside him, Chanyuan Maki pushed up her glasses and nodded to me to say goodbye.

The panda rubbed its hands, showing a cute look, and suggested in a low voice: "I'll take you out."

I always have more patience and gentleness with fluff.

In this regard, I bent my eyes and replied with a smile: "No, thank you."

As soon as the words fell, the panda dropped its hands in disappointment.

"Okay, see you next time, Teacher Asuka." He said.

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Maybe it was because I was thinking about the knotweed and the others, and I was on my way alone, so the time spent going back was at least half less than before.

Push open the door and return to the familiar class.

Suddenly, I felt an unexpected silence.

Under the podium, the three of the knotweeds sat obediently, like three quails, without any trace of fighting.

"Sister Asuka, are you back?" Nazaki said cautiously, his gaze inadvertently fell on the notebook I was holding in my hand.

When I saw this, I waved at her the spoils I had seized this time, and informed her with a wicked sense of humor: "Nagizaki, I'm sorry. The novel you're reading has already been ruined by my ability." gone."

Nazaki couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this.

As if she had received some terrible news, she wailed: "Oh No!!!"

Later, even turned into a repeater, Nazaki repeated with a sob: "nonono..."

"I just saw the cold war broke out between Mr. Wutiao and Sister Asuka. I don't know what kind of wives chasing crematorium Mr. Wutiao will face next. It's just gone, gone."

The more she talked, the sadder she became, and the more unwilling she became, the whole person gradually fell into autism.

Seeing the miserable appearance of his companion, Fu Hei frowned, and thoughtfully handed her a tissue, "My condolences."

Knotaba patted Nagasaki's shoulder, leaned out, and moved close to her ear.

The scene afterward resembles a pair of elementary school students whispering in class.

Although I don't know what he said, but just looking at his sneaky eyes, there is a high probability that the topic is related to me.

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru couldn't grow good bamboo.

Even the knotweed, which looks sunny and kind on the outside, is stuffed with black sesame seeds inside.

Looking at this group of miserable students, I sighed helplessly.

Under the whisper of the knotweed, Nagasaki's face gradually reveals that he can still realize such a sudden realization.

"That makes sense," she seamlessly switched to joy mode, patted the shoulder of Polygonum cuspidatum excitedly, and praised uncontrollably, "You are so witty."

When he finished speaking, his eyes lit up when he looked at me.

And I ignored Nagasaki's substantive scorching gaze, and continued with the previous content, and continued to introduce Misanya to them.

For me, this class was exhausting.

Even, silently counting the time in his heart, get off work quickly, and go back to the salted fish to lie down.

Under the long-cherished anticipation, the distant bell representing liberation finally rang.

"get out of class."

I said to them, then grabbed the two trophies neatly, and was about to leave.

However, just opened the door.

Gojo Satoru's conspicuous slender figure came into my line of sight.

I saw him casually leaning against the wall of the corridor, holding a simple-designed paper packaging bag in his right hand.

Seeing me appear, Gojo Satoru raised his other free hand, shook it, and said with a smile: "Hi, wife."

I stopped in my tracks, looked at him in surprise and asked, "Why are you here?"

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows: "Of course I'm here to pick you up from get off work."

After finishing speaking, I took the two books of criminal evidence related to him in my hand.

If it weren't for the fact that we are still at the door of the classroom, behind us are the eager gossip eyes of the students, as well as Nagizaki's impatience and excitement, "I got it, I got it".

It's too damaging to his image to get mad at him at this time.

So, I forced myself to suppress the urge to move, and said softly, "Go back, you're dead."

The tone is gentle, but there is a bright murderous look hidden in it.

Gojo Satoru saw this, and he handed me the paper bag as if to please, "Royce' raw chocolate, didn't you say you wanted to eat it the day before yesterday?"

I glanced at him calmly, not intending to accept his flattery at all, "I have money, if I want to eat, I will buy it myself, I don't need your courteousness."

The smile on Gojo Satoru's mouth gradually disappeared, and the hand that was handed to me became inexplicably stiff.

He took a deep breath and asked, "What about this box?"

In this regard, I said with a bright smile: "You can solve it yourself."