The three-dimensional me is incompatible with the paper people

[Who created the word "ideal" in the first place?

Sadumore pondered this question at night.

Why does this term exist?

In this world where one is born with a destiny bestowed by the gods, the word "ideal" is like a mysterious moon hanging high in a lake, which is beyond reach.It stands to reason that this term would never have been born.

However, it was born, and even lingered in the heart of Sadumo.

"Amiya, I am a devout believer, a devout idealist."

"I want to try it, I want to ask the will of the gods."

Yu Gong's expression was very flat.Her eyes are always as calm as water, and she only shows her own emotions when facing math problems.

"Impossible." Yugong said.

"Why not? I want to try it," said Sadumore.

"Shadumo, you are a believer. As long as you have this level of identity, as long as you abide by your destiny, you will not be harmed. Don't touch your ideals lightly, and don't easily chase things that shouldn't exist in this world. .” Yugong looked at Sadumo with a flat expression.

"Umiya?"

"Satumo, this is my persuasion as your confidant."

Sadumo was stunned.

She seemed to have noticed that Yu Gong was telling her something.

There is something she cannot touch.

"Amiya, this is my ideal. I want to become a singer. For my ideal, I want to try."

The sound of rain outside the window overwhelmed the voices of the two talking, and the flickering flames illuminated the faces of the two, but cast an invisible shadow.

"...then go, Sadumo. I'll wait for you here."]

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At the appointed time, Gojo Satoru showed up at the door of the hotel on time with Fu Heihui.

Qingque and Oda brought Tsumiki to the door, and saw the little boy whose head was being rubbed by Gojo Satoru.

Hair like a small sea urchin, green eyes like jewels, and that indifferent expression that seems to see through the world.

Although there was some discrepancy with the boy in his imagination, Qingque still greeted him.

Tsumiji also immediately came to Hui's side, "Hui!"

"Sister Tsumiki."

The scene where the two children meet is very loving, at least Qing Que had a good time watching it.

Gojo Satoru stretched out a leg and came to Qingque, before Oda was about to make a move, he stopped his hand that was about to move.

"Finch~ We are ready, we can go to our destination now!"

"Okay." Qingque agreed with a smile.

Several people boarded a taxi.

"Jie and Glass agreed to wait for us at the entrance of the venue~" Gojo Satoru said.

"Speaking of which, who are the writers who are suddenly looking forward to this trip?" Qing Que said.

Oda thought for a while, and said, "There are Miss Rikka, a lover, Mr. Kudo, a reasoner, and Mr. Sakata, a historian from Kyoto."

"Kudou?" Qingque caught a familiar surname.

Seeing her attention, Gojo Satoru thought she was interested, so he introduced, "Yousaku Kudo is a well-known mystery writer in Tokyo and has a good reputation in neon. I will occasionally look through his."

"It turned out to be Yusaku Kudo. I think so, and it is my honor to receive the award with him." Qingque said.

So this anime world is not only about writers and spells, but is there Conan?In this case, is the style of painting too different?

"Ah, indeed. His book sales in the bookstore are very good." Oda said with emotion.

Arriving at the venue, Qing Que accurately captured Xia Youjie, who stood out among the crowd, and the brown-haired girl beside him.

girl keep

She has short hair with a shawl, a tear mole at the corner of her eye, and thick dark circles under her eyes.She was wearing a black uniform and held an unlit cigarette between her fingers.

She looked like a pretty girl with personality.

"Yo! Jie, Nitro! I brought the sparrow here~" Wujo Wu waved at the two of them, "Now that we have a lot of people and strength, we can bring the sparrow back to the high school!"

Qingque was taken aback for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

Fu Heihui's eyes died again, and he leaned towards Jin Meiji expressionlessly, trying to clear up his relationship with Baimao dk.

Xia Youjie's smile was polite and full of gentlemanly demeanor, "Wu, don't make noise in public."

"Jie, you didn't refute, which means you think the same as I do."

"Wu, don't donate your mouth to others."

The two teenagers, one black and one white, were about to quarrel again, but Jiarui Nizi smiled disdainfully, and turned his attention to the girl named Qingque.

"I'm a family nitrate, finally we meet, Miss Que."

She held out a hand.

Qing Que smiled slightly, stepped forward to shake hands with her, "Well, I finally met Glass."

Glass is a woman who looks cold but is very considerate of others.Although she showed little expression along the way, she was always able to shift the topic to what Qingque was interested in, and even accurately captured the meaning of the speaker.

The cigarette in his hand has never been lit, and because he is worried that the residual cigarette smell on his body will harm the child, he will stand far away from the child.

Qingque, who was keenly aware of this, felt a strange sense of peace in her heart.

This way of getting along like friends for many years suddenly seemed to bring her thoughts back to before time travel.

After the time travel, although the appearance of the friend in memory is gradually blurred, the tranquility and comfort when the two get along still clearly exists in Qingque's heart.

"What? Did Que remember that friend?" Nitro joked.

Qingque was taken aback for a moment, then naturally agreed.

"Hmm. Nitro's character and way of speaking have many similarities with her."

"Oh? Then I will become a stand-in?"

"Hahahaha, I don't mean that. It's just a feeling. Her personality is more enthusiastic, and her favorite things are full of love for life. And Nitro is more calm and reliable, and she is very good at taking care of children."

"It's just that when you see Nitro, there is always a kind of peace from the heart, a feeling of peace of mind." Qing Que said with a light smile.

Nitro raised her eyebrows slightly, turned her body slightly, and approached Qingque.

"It's my honor." She said, reaching out to pat Qingque's shoulder, "We will keep in touch in the future."

Qingque felt a little surprised this time.However, she soon smiled again, "Yeah."

After entering the venue, several people separated.

Because it was necessary to go to the backstage for work handover before, after saying goodbye to Oda and the others, Qingque contacted the editor Fujita.

Fujita's attire today is very formal, and he is in high spirits. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell how proud he is.

In fact, Fujita was indeed lucky.There are two authors under him, one is Yamadori, and the other is Yamadori's disciple.As the editor of the two, Fujita can be described as the object of envy and hatred in the publishing house.

"Mr. Yamadori, Mr. Spicy Curry! You are finally here!"

"Fujita, good morning." Qingque greeted.

Oda also nodded slightly.

Fujita took out the work schedule, "It's like this. The first award to be awarded is the Newcomer Award. If this is the case, Mr. Spicy Curry will be able to go up very early. Mr. Yamadori's award is the third from the bottom. During this period, the two teachers have two hours to go to the restaurant to eat and rest."

With such a work arrangement, Qingque and Oda have no doubts.After doing some preparatory work again, Qingque and

Oda entered.

After officially entering the seat, Qing Que found the bearded man next to her, about 30 years old.

Qing Que was taken aback for a moment, wondering why this person looked so familiar?The main reason is that the style of painting is also very familiar.

"Hello." Qingque smiled.

"Hello." The man also smiled back.

When the few people sat down, Qingque thought for a while, and then remembered why this person's painting style is so familiar, it turned out to be Conan's.

Although Qingque doesn't watch fan dramas very much, she still understands the hot IP of ten years.Especially this unique and recognizable style of painting.

Come to think of it, this is Yusaku Kudo.

The process of awarding awards is a bit boring.

Oda, as a newcomer writer, especially his award-winning works are controversial, so it is inevitable to be questioned by reporters after taking the stage.

Oda maintained that almost dull expression as always, and answered the reporter's rather harsh questions very seriously, with his sincere appearance, no one could doubt his true feelings for Yamatori.

It's just that the reporter's expression was a bit ugly, as if he was not very satisfied with Oda's answer.

Just as Qingque thought, the man beside her was indeed Yusaku Kudo.

This well-known reasoning writer was congratulated by everyone present, and his attitude was even more gentle and he couldn't pick a single mistake.

Personable, gentlemanly and polite, and humorous language is a plus.

"Congratulations, Mr. Kudo." Qingque said with a smile.

Yusaku Kudo smiled elegantly and amiably, "Thank you very much for your congratulations."

Then came some other awards, and then it was time for a break.

Qingque bid farewell to Oda and headed to the restaurant.

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru and the others had already found a seat and waited.

"Are Tsumiji and Hui feeling bored?" Qingque asked the two children.

Tsumiji shook her head, "Not at all. I feel that everyone on the stage is so powerful, shining! Brother Oda is also very calm, looking super powerful!"

Fu Heihui didn't speak, but nodded in agreement.

Oda, who was praised, thanked Tsumiki very seriously after hearing the words: "Thank you, I will continue to work hard in the future."

"Hey." Tsumiji smiled shyly.

"However, that reporter is quite tricky." Xia Youjie was a little annoyed when he mentioned the reporter, "No matter what, it's really abominable to sow discord between students and teachers."

"Well, it's possible that it was instructed by the newspaper. In this kind of place, a sinister effort can increase sales, so the small newspaper will be happy to do it." Nitro said with a cold expression.

"Then let's buy the newspaper." Said Gojo Satoru, who came from a feudal family with riches and wealth.

"That's not good, after all, this reporter is also out to make a living." Oda actually began to think about this possibility.

"Pfft! Xiaozhi is always very sincere in some places." Qing Que couldn't help laughing.

Just when the atmosphere was lively, there was a sudden explosion of broken porcelain not far away!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"Dead! Dead!"

Qingque hurriedly covered the eyes of the two children, and then looked in the direction where the incident happened.

The dead man, who was only three tables away from them, was slumped and foaming at the mouth.