Two-dimensional Life Starting from Fuyuki City/the World's First Master Huang Man Wants to Be G

In terms of creation, some of Mo Yi's works are based on my own works rewarded by the system sauce, slightly modified to make them suitable for the situation of this world, and released while keeping the original author's thinking unchanged.

The remaining works are completely original works.

This is why he didn't choose to forcefully continue writing. It's not that he can't write, but because he wants to change the author of the same work, it will be easy for people to read it differently and make the work lose its purity.

Some people say that Dream of Red Mansions only reads the first eighty chapters of Cao Xueqin's abbreviation, which is what it means.

When Mo Yi subconsciously wanted to use polite words to persuade Xue Miao, but after seeing the expectant eyes of the other party, he froze and hesitated.

That's right, for Yukinoshita Yukino, "Spring Things" is not exactly her portrayal, or rather, Mo Yi's understanding and evaluation of her.

The longing in her eyes showed that she wanted to know what Mo Yi thought of her, and whether Mo Yi would choose her in the story in the end.

In an instant, after trying to understand the meaning of the gaze in the opponent's eyes, Mo Yi changed his mind and said with a smile:

"Since you want to see the ending I wrote, I will write the ending of the youth love story I imagined and give it to you!"

"This is the out-of-print ending, the ending that only you can see."

"Huh o(￣ヘ￣o#)"

Regarding the change of expression on Mo Yi's face, Xuemiao naturally saw and guessed the reason why the other party changed his mind, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, thinking - You are the right one!

When getting along with Mo Yi these days, he has always only been angry with himself, especially what happened today, it is simply the most angry and serious day Xuemiao has ever been since she was born. With her own thoughts, changing the plan, and writing an ending only for them to see, Xuemiao was naturally very happy.

Although his words were written for her and Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, it can be seen from Mo Yi's expression that he changed his mind because of his own guess.

After all, in this day and age, it is not easy to write a love letter for someone you like, let alone write a novel for her, which is super rare.

At this moment, Xuemiao finally felt that the other party hadn't been ignoring him all the time, and that he also had a place in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have written a story based on himself, and wasted a lot of time just because he hoped, Just write an ending just for her to read.

Although he was very happy in his heart, but he was used to the snow cat under the snow who treated Mo Yi with sarcastic remarks, and didn't know what to say to express his feelings in his heart, so he had no choice but to avoid Mo Yi's smiling gaze and snorted softly.

It's just that it's good to express your thoughts like this, and Xuemiao can't help but regret it. She obviously wanted to say thank you to the other party, so why did it end up like this?

Regarding Xue Naozi's reaction, Mo Yi naturally understood, and knew that the other party was actually very happy now, just because he didn't know how to express it.

But this is also very good, because Mo Yi thinks that this kind of Xuemiao is much cuter and more humane than when he first met.

If there were only Mo Yi and Xue Miao present, maybe this warm and delicate atmosphere would be maintained, but beside Mo Yi, there was still the dirty Shizi teacher who liked to make trouble!

Now, Teacher Dirty Shizi can't bear it anymore!

You soulless, dare to stage such a youthful love drama in front of me, do you think that Miss Ben is transparent?

Moreover, Teacher Di Shizi also figured out something in an instant.

Dongma Xuemeow and Yukinoshita Yukino?

That's right, isn't Dongma Xuemeow described by Mr. Qianzhuo very similar to Yukino Yukino?

In other words, Yukinoshita Yukino is the prototype of Dongma Xuemeow.

OK!

Mere front desk gentleman, if you don’t make a good toy for me, it’s fine to hook up with beautiful girls every day, but now you dare to lie behind my back and write a story for a woman who hasn’t known enough knowledge for a week?

Where did you put me, the back desk sauce who has been with you for more than a year?

It seems that I am too kind to you, Mo Yi-jun.

However, the matter of educating the front desk gentleman should be reserved for later alone time, and it is better to break the balance of the other party now.

"The gentleman at the front desk—"

Teacher Di Shizi gently bumped Mo Yi who was sitting next to him with his shoulder, drawing his attention back, and said meaningfully:

"About this story, I still have some questions that I would like to consult with you, the original author."

Mo Yi saw a trace of displeasure in the eyes of Mr. Wu Shizi, and knew that Shi Yu was going to make trouble again, but he could only keep a calm expression and asked:

"What's puzzling about Shiba-san?"

"I think Dongma Xuemiao is very similar to Yukinoshita-san?"

Kasumigaoka Shiwa said meaningfully:

"I don't know, is this an accident? Or is Mo Yijun implying something?"

Mo Yi: "..."

Teacher Dirty Shizi, the person involved is still by my side. If you ask me this way, what should I say!

Mo Yi had no choice but to cover up with a smile:

"This story is made up by me, any similarity is purely coincidental."

"Is it?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu had a look like I don't believe you, and complained:

"However, in addition to the role of Yumao, the second female Danko in it is also somewhat similar to Yuigahama Yui in the class."

Well, Mr. Di Shizi really doesn't feel comfortable if he doesn't make trouble.

Xuemiao, who was originally indulging in the beautiful and happy time, was naturally attracted by the words of Mr. Wu Shizi.

She naturally knew that the prototype of Dongma Xuemiao was herself, but after hearing Xiazhiqiu Shiyu say it, even if she ignored other people's ideas and insisted on her own character, she felt extremely ashamed. embarrassment.