Revive it!Wenhao Press

"Aren't you going to keep reading magazines here after I go out?"

"Yes."

Facing Hualichun's question, Wujo Wuzheng put Xiaoyuan's sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. Hearing this, he nodded calmly, with an innocent expression on his face: "Where did you go? Did you go to the toilet?"

Hualichun: "...is there anyone who can squat on the toilet for more than three hours?"

"Well, anyway, that's none of my business—" Wujo Satoru stretched his waist, "I haven't eaten or drank until now. Do you have anything to eat here? Desserts are best."

Seeing Gojo Satoru put on the sunglasses to cover those blue eyes, Huali Juncai finally had a feeling of breathing.

"There is nothing to eat, let alone sweets. If you want water, I can pour it for you..." She walked quickly to the water dispenser and pulled out a paper cup.

"Ah? Are you still a girl?" Gojo Satoru showed a look of disgust on his face.

"... Do girls have to always have sweets?" Hualichun was speechless when he heard this, "Your perception of girls is really simple and rude."

"Ah?" Gojo Satoru's shoulders slumped, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you're not a girl, you have to like sweets." Huali Chunzheng put the water glass on the tea table in front of him, and explained, "Although I'm a girl, I'm not a magic elf, why? Maybe conjure sweets for you from a barren place?"

"You are really a wayward young master," she said casually, "lower your body a little bit to understand others, maybe you will see a new world."

Unexpectedly, Wujo Satoru was stunned when he said this, and then looked away thoughtfully.

"Is that so?" He muttered to himself, "Maybe it's like this... I probably don't know much about girls. The only girls I can get in touch with are Niozi and the others, and they are not ordinary girls."

"But it's always troublesome to look at things from the perspective of the weak..." He sighed, "I really don't want to."

Just when Gojo Wujo was talking to himself in a low voice, Hualichun's voice sounded: "Let's not talk about that, anyway... what do you think?"

She didn't add a subject, but the question couldn't be more specific.

Even if you have full confidence in "Setting Sun", you know that Wujo Gojo can sit here and read for an afternoon without moving, which proves the charm of "Setting Sun".But at this time, Hualichun instinctively became nervous.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then smiled: "It's just like what you said. I will recommend it."

Seeing this, Hualichun's expression finally relaxed slightly.At this time, she couldn't help but look around the small publishing house, but she didn't find Dazai Inu.

Haven't come back yet?Hualichun looked at the rain outside. Although she knew that a dog as big as Dazai would not have an accident because of the rain, she was still a little worried.

But at this moment, Gojo Satoru leaned back on the back of the sofa, tilted his body and leaned his head on the sofa, looking up at her: "Hey, what kind of person is the author of this article, Osamu Dazai?"

Hearing this, Hualijun, who was still worried about Dazai dog just now, was slightly taken aback.

This article was not written by a human, but by a stray wild dog... How could she say that?

After hesitating for a while, she said, "He is a teacher with a very special temperament. If I really want to say... maybe the god of literature gave him talent, and took away his personality in exchange for an equivalent. He is no longer Be a man."

Even Gojo Satoru, who was always thinking jumping, had a subtle expression on his face after hearing this sentence: "..."

"But speaking of this, I remembered something..." Hualichun whispered to himself, and then looked at Gojo Satoru, "Are you a magician? If so, I have one thing to ask you."

Under Gojo Satoru's slightly puzzled gaze, Hualichun walked up to him, took out the handheld and handed it to him.

"Can you help me see if there is anything abnormal about this handheld device?" She asked tentatively.

Although everything is in accordance with the "Resurrection!Wenhao Publishing House" progressed slowly, but this did not mean that Hualichun had forgotten the abnormality of the game affecting reality.

Gojo Satoru took over the camera, turned it over and looked at the back: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this camera?"

"Anyway, please help me identify it." Hua Lichun didn't know whether to tell the truth to Gojo Satoru, "For example, whether this handheld device has anything to do with spells or something."

Gojo Gojo raised the handheld device with a smile: "There is nothing wrong with this handheld device. I can't feel any breath of magic power from it."

"Really?" Hualichun took over the phone suspiciously again, "Did you read it right?"

"You are really rude!" Gojo Satoru frowned and said displeasedly, "My 'six eyes' can see through all the flow of mantra, including the mantra of ordinary people like you. Incorrect."

"If there is magic power or incantations attached to the equipment, then it is a 'spell equipment'. And the magic equipment will also emit special fluctuations in magic power." He said, "I have seen magicians who use electronic product magic equipment .But your handheld is not a spell tool, it's just an ordinary game console."

He whispered, "Trust me. I'm the strongest."

……

After Gojo Satoru left, Hualijun sat in front of the computer.

Before she left, she didn't turn off the computer.Right now, what is displayed on the computer is still the background of the website.The "0" in black on a white background after the sales volume is still hanging there.

Huali Chunzheng was staring at the computer screen in a daze, but the "0" suddenly jumped and turned into a "1".

She was startled for a moment, then sat up straight suddenly.

***

Sculpture Square.

"Hey, Yongshan, have you rested enough?"

Several young people on skateboards were fighting with each other, and yelled at the boy sitting beside him, "You've been sitting there for half an hour."

At this moment, the boy named Yongshan suddenly raised his head as if he had been awakened, holding a magazine in his hand: "What?"

"Aren't you stupid?" His companion joked, "Come and practice! Don't you still want to participate in the competition?"

"It's not too late..." Yongshan muttered, and lowered his head again, "...Ah, why was the next page torn off!"

Yongshan's sudden increase in volume aroused the curiosity of his companions, and they all surrounded him: "What are you looking at?"

"Monthly Literature." Yongshan held up the magazine in his hand, "Do you know?"

"I don't know." A companion asked, "Why, is there a page missing?"

Hearing this, Yongshan couldn't help feeling annoyed: "Yes. I also want to ask if you know where this magazine can be sold..."

"Is it so powerful..."

Yongshan's companions were dubious.Another person pointed to the cover and said, "Isn't this a website for sale?"

"Really?" Yongshan quickly turned over the magazine, and immediately took out his mobile phone to type in when he saw the URL.

Seeing his appearance, the companions couldn't help but look at each other: "What the hell is it, let's take a look..."

……

Inside the dentist's office, the nurse called out to the waiting room: "Mr. Yamada—next, Mr. Yamada—"

An office worker sitting in the waiting room suddenly became flustered.He grabbed the magazine in his hand, looked at the nurse with a bright smile, and looked at half of the stories in the magazine, looking rather pitiful at a loss.

But soon, he had an idea, turned over the cover, and took a picture of the website of Hoshinosha's homepage with his mobile phone. Then he put the magazine back on the shelf, and walked into the consulting room with three steps.

Soon, the next patient who was waiting picked up the magazine that the office worker put down just now with curiosity.

……

On the tram on the Yamanote Line, the conductor walked towards the only remaining passenger in the empty carriage: "Miss, you have arrived at the terminal station, Tabata Station..."

"Ah!" The girl raised her head as if waking up from a dream, and hurriedly stuffed the magazine into her bag after realizing it, "Oops, I was too engrossed in reading it, I missed the stop..."

Just then, the phone rang.The girl quickly picked up the phone: "Ah, I'm sorry, Li Yang, I missed the stop, so I might be late..."

"Eh? Ah, it's because of the magazines that were handed out on the way...the contents are really amazing, I'll show you to you later, you must buy one..."

The girl hurried out of the station.And her figure fell into a pair of iris-colored pupils.

……

Similar scenes have been happening in Tokyo these two days.At the same time, small-scale discussions about "Setting Sun" and its author Osamu Dazai quietly appeared among literature lovers on social networking sites.

At night, on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Among the dense forest, there are bluestone steps, long rows of bright red torii gates, and rows of Japanese-style buildings.

Standing there is one of the only two institutions of higher magic education in Japan——Tokyo High School of Magic.

The Japanese-style decorated dormitory is brightly lit.In the cafeteria in the rest area, Gojo Satoru was holding a paper bag, took out magazines from the paper bag with a smile, and handed them out one by one: "Come on, this is a souvenir I brought, one copy per person~"

"Souvenirs?" Xia Youjie took a copy of "Monthly Literature", and couldn't help feeling a little funny, "Where are the local products?"

"Tokyo." Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

"Is it still a souvenir in Tokyo?" Irino complained, holding a mint-flavored lady's cigarette.

Gojo Satoru continued distributing the magazines indifferently, but when he reached the singer An's expression suddenly changed: "Ah, it seems that there is no role for the singer..."

An Geji was taken aback for a moment, then glared at Gojo Satoru angrily.At this moment, Gojo Satoru took out a magazine from the bag and gently placed it on top of her head: "Ah, so there is another one~"

"Gojo Satoru—!" The "Monthly Literature" on An Geji's head fell to the ground with a "slap", and both ponytails were raised in anger, "I am! Yours! Senior!"

She roared angrily: "So what if you are the strongest, your personality is really no different from that of a stinky brat—!"

"It's not good to get angry so easily, diva, you have to be calm like other girls."

Gojo Satoru added fuel with a smile of a successful prank, and then ignored the nunnery girl who was being comforted by Mingming in his arms, and handed two magazines to Nanami Jianren and Huiyuanxiong.

"But this is Hoshinosha's new magazine." Xia Youjie didn't pay attention to the farce at the side, but had already opened the magazine and flipped through it, "Is it made by the Huali family's daughter? It still looks good."

"But Wujo, actually brought back the magazine and recommended it to us." He raised his eyes to Gojo Wujo, "It doesn't seem like your personality."

"Yeah, it's quite normal if Senior Xia You did such a thing." Hui Yuanxiong interjected livelyly, "Senior Wutiao did such a thing, but it makes people feel weird."

Amid Angeji's angry roar and Mingming's and Jiarui's comforting voices, Xia Youjie hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Enlightenment." He said softly, "The death of her parents was not your fault."

Gojo Satoru originally had a smile on his face, but after hearing Xia Youjie's words, the smile on his face gradually faded away.

"Do you think I helped her on purpose because I blamed myself for not being able to save her parents?" He turned his head, and his blue eyes stared at Xia Youjie through the top edge of his sunglasses, "I'm not Thinking like that. You are the only one who thinks like that.”

"Also, I really hate the mentality of taking the lives of the weak as their own responsibility, so don't confuse you with me."

After hearing Wujou's words, Xia Youjie's eyes changed slightly: "Really? I think that is the noble character that a conjurer should have. If you don't agree, why do you help her? Maybe you will get involved Oh, it’s about the family of the Zen Academy.”

Gojo Satoru raised his thumb and pushed the sunglasses, and a smile appeared on his lips again: "I just think it's interesting. There should be something nice to see next."

"Interesting...?" Xia Youjie pondered, pointing at the magazine, "You mean, or that kid?"

Gojo Satoru smiled noncommittally, then raised his hand and waved at everyone: "Okay, the souvenirs are almost sold out, everyone must read it. I'm going back to rest—"