The forum wrote the Shura field script for the real wine

[The night is like a dormant beast, swallowing the entire silent ward.

The shadow of the moon that came in was like a cold blade, coldly engraved on the back of the silver-haired man.

Akira Sakurai opened and closed his mouth weakly, and every breath was filled with endless tiredness and pain.

Gin stood by the hospital bed, staring indifferently at Akira Sakurai who was covered in bruises, and there was nothing else in his eyes except indifferent hatred.

Akira Sakurai raised his head with all his strength, like a dying fish thirsting for water, begging the cold-blooded man in front of him pitifully and mournfully.

"Kill me... I think, I saw you kill me with your own hands."

Gin remained calm, but understood Akira Sakurai's lips in an instant.

Sarcastic laughter fell on the cold ground, the anger in Gin Jiu's eyes was no longer suppressed, and the cold flame was clamoring in the sight of Akira Sakurai.

"Countreau, I don't trust anyone, including you. Also, you can't die yet."

Akira Sakurai was in so much pain that he couldn't extricate himself, his breathing was instantly disordered, the pain flooded him like a tide, and the constant surge of grief eroded his already broken limbs and bones.

It turned out that the god he believed in had been deceiving him, and the belief he had held on to for so many years disappeared at this moment.

"It turns out... I have never gained your trust."

Crystal clear teardrops even overflowed from his pink eyes.

The instrument on Sakurai Akira's bedside sounded an alarm, and his vital signs reached the danger line.

Those piercing alarms seemed to be counting down his life.

Vodka received a call from the hospital, "Brother, Cointreau's situation is very dangerous. If you can't wake up next time, you won't wake up at all."

The eyes under the brim of the gin hat were unwavering, "Leave the unfinished task of Cointreau to Chianti. And..." He turned his head and looked out the window at the dark night, his eyes were unfathomable, and the night couldn't hide it Stay away from the danger of spillage.

"Find me the black-haired high school student in the building that day."】

The sun rolled down lazily on the soft bed, and Akira Sakurai withdrew his consciousness from his original body.

He didn't want to open his eyes for a long time, even though the feeling of sinking into a dying body was extremely painful.

But the way Qin Jiu looked at him made him taste the essence.

The rabbit system climbed onto Akira Sakurai, "The forum rewarded you with the authority 'Zhenshu Cointreau Awakening 5%', which was taken away by you yourself, and now your Awakening value is -50%."

Akira Sakurai still had his eyes closed, he raised the corners of his lips, his voice was hoarse after a deep sleep and his peculiar crookedness, "My consciousness can return to its original body thanks to everyone on the forum, and of course my best Friend - Rabbit System."

The rabbit system didn't expect its host to be so heartless, it stepped on Akira Sakurai's arm with gritted teeth.

"You should be clear about the rules of the forum. Your original body and vest are now controlled by the forum. The forum rewards you with the permission to wake up. You should cherish it."

Akira Sakurai pursed his lips, and he opened his eyes. His pink pupils and face were blushing, "I've always been a person who squandered what I had. I didn't cherish anything. And it's not fun to follow the rules. "

[Call the mommy who wrote that Xiao Ming was resurrected in his original body!Xiao Ming now has a sign of breaking the main line, how to break it? 】

[Ah, hello upstairs!Why didn't Xiao Ming choose your script, and just said that he was destroying the main line? ! 】

[Don't monopolize Xiao Ming, okay? The original script vote was a one-to-one tie. Now he has chosen the detective script himself. Shouldn't he look forward to the follow-up development? 】

[What are you arguing about... Sakurai obviously chose a detective script to have a better future?Most of the hot posts last night were about his new vest.Isn't this an overnight hit, with bonuses all over the place? 】

【Yep!We wrote the if-line script for Xiao Ming, isn't the common purpose of wanting him to appear more in the feature film and increase his popularity? 】

The afternoon sun bakes all things in nature, and the aroma of desserts and coffee in Polo Cafe dances in the air.

Akira Sakurai found time to come to Poirot Coffee during the lunch break.

He slowly approached the shop with a comfortable atmosphere. He seemed to be floating on the strong aroma of coffee, walking slowly, walking slowly.

Until he approached the blond black-skinned man in waiter uniform, "Mr. Amuro?"

Toru Amuro was taking orders for the customers, he was engrossed, but his keen insight had already caught Akira Sakurai who was approaching constantly.

Toru Amuro pretended not to notice Akira Sakurai, and when he turned around, he had an unexpected look on his face, "Sakurai-san? I heard Miss Azusa say that your shift is at night."

Akira Sakurai frowned as if angry, he curled his lips and said, "Could it be that I can't come now?"

Toru Amuro turned and walked towards the counter, "Of course, I thought that the students of Tedan High School should all catch up on sleep or preview their homework during the lunch break."

Akira Sakurai tilted his head, and said in a brisk tone, "Then I'm so energetic that I don't need to take a nap, and my mind is so good that I don't need to preview my homework?"

Toru Amuro is busy with work, and the coffee shop in the afternoon is always a bit busy.

Akira Sakurai followed behind Toru Amuro, like a little tail, but not getting too close.

He watched Amuro Toru's appearance when he was working, gentle and quiet, very focused.

And that handsome face and gentle smile are indeed sharp weapons to capture young female customers, and even the degree of bending down when listening to customers' requests is refreshing and pleasing to the eye.

Akira Sakurai said to himself: "Mr. Amuro didn't ask me why I didn't order or help when I came over at noon, but kept walking around you. This hurt me a bit."

Amuro couldn't help laughing, the eyes under the shining blond hair were also so bright, "I'll give you time now, just tell me."

Akira Sakurai raised the corner of his mouth, "I want Mr. Amuro to teach me how to make your best sandwich!"

As night fell, Poirot's coffee shop was about to close.

Azusa Enomoto came to the back kitchen, "Mr. Amuro, you and Yue-kun remember to close the store door, then I will go back first."

At this moment, the atmosphere was a little dignified and awkward.

Because Toru Amuro planned to teach Akira Sakurai how to make sandwiches in his spare time, but he didn't expect Akira Sakurai to be so stupid that he couldn't even cut the sides of the sandwich bread.

As soon as Enomoto Azusa left, the atmosphere became more serious.

Because Toru Amuro seems to force him to learn how to make a delicious sandwich in one night.

Amuro lowered his head and focused on cutting a sandwich, "Hold the slice of bread with your fingers, so that you can cut the filling without cutting it out."

Akira Sakurai knew it at first glance, and gave up as soon as he learned it, and cut a sandwich in three seconds.

He resignedly stuffed all the leftovers piled up on one side into his mouth, "Mr. Amuro, please let me go tonight..."

Amuro smiled gently under the light, but with an undisguised threat, "Who is boasting that he is very capable of doing things?"

Akira Sakurai: "Wow!"

The lights go out, and the first day of part-time work at Café Poirot is over.

Akira Sakurai thought that Toru Amuro would get rid of him immediately after he got out of the store, but he didn't expect Toru Amuro to follow him all the way.

Akira Sakurai asked in confusion, "Mr. Amuro, you don't live here, do you?"

Amuro Toru's tone was the same, "I'm here for business."

Akira Sakurai nodded, he looked into the alley behind him imperceptibly, and a black shadow flashed by.

And Toru Amuro's breath condensed, and his acuity was comparable to that of a cheetah hunting a king.

He and Akira Sakurai were followed as soon as they left Poirot.

And the purpose of the stalker, he couldn't tell right away.

But he subconsciously felt that the target of the visitor was the high school student in front of him.