Mori Chef's self-cultivation

After the students ate the dog food, Mr. First followed closely behind, and enjoyed the fragrance of love that hit their faces, and couldn't help but feel a little sore in his heart.

——Hey, the ending has already been seen before the battlefield. Is there still a need for head-to-head confrontation?

According to the principle of "optimal solution", when the expected effective benefits cannot be obtained, no matter how many temptations are placed in front of his eyes, he should decisively turn around and leave, and never continue to linger - because that would not only be unavoidable. If you get what you want, you will be aroused at a certain moment, leading to impulsive "consumption" behavior.

However, for him, words such as "impulse" used to describe the boy will probably never be related to him.

Therefore, since the matter has developed to the point where it is now, if he does not see the specific results, it is tantamount to being busy in vain. It is better to observe for a while, and maybe he can get some interest back.

The man who didn't want to admit that he was unwilling found enough reasons to be able to properly maintain his expression, pretending to be helpless and said to his bosom: "Isn't Mr. She too cruel? You actually said to me Others' confession or something, do you not consider my mood at all..."

"Sorry, after all, I'm young and energetic, so it's inevitable that I didn't think well..."

The cat owner, who has identified a life-long breeder, pulled out the age difference as a cover without any guilt, and then crawled out of the warm embrace, muttering in a low voice reluctantly: "I really want to tell Mr. Dean directly. In that case, but, looking at the exact same face, it’s inevitable that I can’t help myself... Sigh, it’s actually not bad to take a meal replacement once in a while.”

As soon as the front foot threw away the scum-attribute feline, it turned around and picked it up, and secretly patted the dust on it, thinking that it could be used in the future.

How can that little thought escape the eyes of Mr. Chief? Of course, he expressed his joy at hearing this, and his expression became more gentle and loving, and he even lowered his voice, coaxing: "Let me carry Mr. She into it. It doesn't matter. You have been seriously injured, even if you want to increase your chances of winning in the next battle, you must at least retain some physical strength."

"Then, that's alright..." The pink-haired boy who didn't want to leave was symbolically reserved, and then happily let the new human rocker carry him into the interior of the supernatural crystal, not forgetting to look back and say hello Looking behind at the melon-eating crowd watching the excitement, "Let's hurry up and make a quick decision, I really want to go back to sleep—"

——What qualifications does a guy who throws dog food have to urge others to leave quickly? !

Not to mention Osamu Dazai who knew all the inside information, even Chuya Nakahara, who was confused and shocked by this, couldn't help complaining secretly, and habitually raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat to cover the excessively rude look in his eyes.

As for the other one, who was never on the correct channel, he just cast his eyes on the black-haired boy who was lagging behind, and cared like a babysitter: "Dazai, are you feeling unwell, your face has been pale, do you need it?" I come to hold you?"

"How, how can I let Odasaku hold me?!"

The senior otaku who is even worse at catching the straight ball than Osamu Dazai in this world instinctively waved his hand and refused, but soon thought that such a strange performance seemed to be extremely inconsistent with his current identity, so he could only turn his brain rapidly, like a hamster looking for food. Digging out of my own nest, I finally found a seemingly very reasonable excuse: "If we rely on it for too long, it will, it will affect your ability, and it will not be conducive to the next battle! Umm, yes, that's it, I Makes sense, right?"

"As expected of Dazai, you are very considerate." Odasaku nodded in praise, obviously treating him as a child who needs to take care of his emotions.

Those who can accept these remarks unconditionally, apart from honest people who are easy to fool, are afraid that there is only the red-haired man in front of him in the world who can trust him unreservedly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't hold back his calm expression any more, and had to hurriedly lower his head and walk in front of the other party, avoiding the possibility of their eyes colliding.

His rare and well-behaved appearance couldn't help but make the orange-haired boy at the back feel a deep stomachache. He just felt that he had seen all the fantasy scenes in the world, so he simply ignored all kinds of weird atmospheres and walked forward. As everyone walked into the gap in the supernatural space.

When their backs gradually disappeared into the depths, Yato, who was desperately maintaining the width of the entrance, finally heaved a sigh of relief, drew his sword and took a step backward, moving his sore and numb arms.But maybe it's the blood circulation driving the brain to restore the ability to think together. He couldn't help recalling the scene that was wrong before, and then he wailed belatedly: "Falling with an old man or something, dad will never allow it." ah!!!"

Consciously promoted from the role of temporary owner to old father, the unreliable god cried while holding a long knife, and wiped the sweat on the opponent's face (?) by the way.

Gide, who seems to have followed the wrong person again: "..."

——Can this guy really bring him a new life?Maybe one day, he will be so stupid that he will die again.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who is obsessed with digging out the brilliance of life, doesn't care about the abnormal situation that happened outside.

Anyway, for him, everything in the world is boring, except for the "moonbeast" who has been shocked by him and has a special power crystal emerging from his chest, which is the most worthy of attention.

So he upholds the patience of diners who save good things for the last to taste, first took away the two supernatural gems as an appetizer one by one, and found that they were monotonous red again, and then put them aside. Slowly walked towards the white-haired boy who was trying to control his shivering movements, condescendingly inspecting and savoring such a wonderful moment.

"Nakajima-kun, you should be afraid of my—"

The young man who has never concealed the madness and paranoia in his bones smiled, like a white and lifeless porcelain sculpture, casting loving eyes on the lamb in front of him, but every word he uttered carried the opposite cold meaning, " After all, in your eyes, I should be a devil who has nothing to do with a saint, trying to dismantle you and squeeze out every bit of value."

As he spoke, he slowly bent down, his scarlet pupils revealed a creepy intoxication, as if a venomous snake with its fangs on its dying prey, counting the weaker and weaker pulse beats .

"To be honest, I didn't expect that you would come to me and hand over your precious 'glory of life' for the sake of the forgotten dead... What a pitiful and lovely act, let me see it The scenery that I have never experienced before is really worth the trip.”

"It's you, you guys said that you can resurrect him, that's why I..."

"Resurrection? Ha, did Nakajima-kun really believe in such absurd nonsense?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stretched out a finger to lift the jaw of the person in front of him, forcing him to look straight into his own eyes, looking into the abyss of hell that he had never seen before, feeling the strong erosiveness that was about to come out, "Death is an impossible Traveling back. No one can crawl out in the opposite direction, even me. This body is just a container for the soul. Then, you are willing to make your friends become human and ghost Does it look like a ghost?"

"As long as, as long as I can survive..." As if a certain memory hidden in his brain was touched, he should have denied such a cruel statement, but he couldn't help saying that he didn't know what to call it atonement. Or selfish remarks.

"——It's good if he can live, I want him to live, he must live!"

Perhaps once a person who has been suppressed for too long breaks out, he will not be able to realize what he is doing, but just follow his hidden nature, to do what he has imagined countless times in his mind, and he thought it was very correct in the past, but he did not have the courage to do it. things done.

So Atsushi Nakajima, driven by instinct, held the young man's arm with his backhand, as if he was afraid that he would escape, and kept repeating his strong desire to break through the defense line in his heart, "Please, let him live! Even if he is neither human nor ghost It doesn't matter how he looks, he can't die in front of me, he promised me!"

"What's so good about that kid..."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who is unwilling to understand what the so-called friendship is, seems to be watching his beloved being robbed by others, and inexplicably contradicts his current state at this time. Er was thinking of waving him away to calm down, but in the next second, he caught the crystal blue light that was constantly emerging, so dazzling that it almost occupied the entire visual area.

"This is... the glory of life! It is the glory of life I want!"

"Take it away if you want it... This is obviously a symbol of disaster..." Unlike the white-haired young man who was so ecstatic that he wanted to laugh out loud, Atsushi Nakajima did not want to look at the supernatural crystal that appeared on his chest. He just covered his head that was about to burst, avoiding the memory fragments that kept flashing in his mind.

The dark basement, the electric shock chair, the continuous pain, the friends who came to rescue... In the end, everything was immersed in a pool of blood and turned into shackles that imprisoned him.

That's right, it was he who didn't want to think about the past, it was his cowardice that caused his friend to suffer, and it was he who indirectly killed him!

—he even, even...

With the memory shackles falling off, his golden purple eyes erected a slender pupil in the center like a beast, and tiger stripes appeared on both sides of his cheeks, and the teeth in his mouth became sharp simultaneously, non-stop. Creaking and rubbing against each other, a low, beast-like panting sound was faintly expelled.

"Hoo, hoo-"

——Kill him, kill this hateful guy in front of him, he is the one who killed Xiao She!If not, how could he have written irrational content in that "book" that suddenly appeared...!

The last piece of memory slowly returned to its place, and the truth that the three of them had forgotten was replayed to him, the crazy-looking Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, and another person involved.

"Damn it, don't just stuff useless things into my head..."

The pink-haired boy, who is suffering from the countdown of his life every day, has already seen through some clues, and his heart is very strong. At this moment, there is no resonance with his friends at the same frequency, so there is too much shock. At most, he feels that his lost memory is a little bit It's just funny.

In order to save Mr. Dun, he chose to be reckless at the stage without supernatural powers... Sure enough, he should be considered young and frivolous, right?Although he seems to have just stepped into adulthood now, he hasn't matured much yet.

But at least, at this moment, he has the power to fight, and he is no longer the little devil who gave food for nothing.

"It seems that the depression in my heart can finally find a proper way to vent."

He jumped out of the black-haired man's arms lightly, and his bare feet stepped on the smooth floor of the storage room, like a piece of light and white feathers, which did not make any noise at all, and the other side couldn't help turning into a tiger. The friend who jumped at Shibusawa Tatsuhiko presented a clear contrasting picture.

Amidst the roar of an angry tiger, he turned back with a smile and asked the fighting faction who was ready to help at any time: "Mr. Zhongyuan, please stay by the leader's side, and don't leave half a step away, otherwise dangerous accidents will easily happen." Surprise. Trust my judgment."

After finishing speaking, he didn't intend to wait for the other party's response at all, and he started to walk towards Mr. Dean who seemed to be sleeping peacefully on the other side. His movements were so fast that it was impossible to see that he still had unhealed fatal The injury, with a slight movement, was about to burst open, and fresh blood flowed out, staining the tightly wrapped medical bandages on the chest.

But obviously, if you want to stand by the other side, you must pass through the revenge field where you are fighting, and there is absolutely no room for detours.

So he casually tore off a hem of his clothes, tied his waist-length hair to the top of his head with his backhand, and made it into a ball shape that didn't get in the way, and then a very familiar word came out from between his lips: "[restart]."

Now he understands why his ability is automatically named "restart" - because his life was restarted by accident, a strange fate that is not within the ordinary reincarnation.

As the syllable spread in the air, bluish light similar to that of Atsushi Nakajima floated around his body, like an unfolded translucent barrier, showing him the names of job positions with their own characteristics.Due to the lack of health, the first three are all in a blocked gray state, only the role with the berserk debuff [Frenzied War] is glowing with a faint red light.

It doesn't matter, anyway, this is the special equipment he needs, which is specially used to kill people and get famous.

Crazy Deff, as the name suggests, is at the cost of abandoning sanity to increase the output of strength, and then cooperate with the [Warrior] type job that is originally a full-time offensive, the effect is doubled and easy to use.But at the same time, the difficulty of control is not just as simple as multiplying a single item by two, but multiplied by the square as a multiple, so if the user is a little careless, it is likely to not only take away the enemy's dog head, but also take his own His little life followed suit, and it was definitely a self-destructive fighting method.

In the past, Kurihara regarded it as the bottom of the box, and unless it was a critical moment, he would never sacrifice it easily, lest he accidentally play a lot and lose himself in it.

But now that Osamu Dazai, who can be called a humanoid bug, sits in charge, naturally he will be relieved of many worries.So in the next moment, his fingertips landed on the words [Frenzied War], and he chose to use it to put an end to his fate of being messed up by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

After that, his life... will no longer have any unhappiness and hidden dangers, and has entered a truly restarting era.

Following his movements, the unfolded light screen tightened like a close-fitting armor, and disappeared into his body again, and then those bright blue eyes were stained with a bright red mark, and then, the entire film The retinas were all occupied by the invading hue, turning into a red like an inorganic gemstone.

The corners of his lips raised up instinctively, expressing his inner desire in a gentle tone.

"—If you kill them, there's no problem, right? All of them, kill them."

Perhaps it was because of the overbearing power that emerged from Shibusawa Ryuhiko's body. Although he was in a state of indistinguishable enemy and friend in the debuff mode, he still focused on the player with the highest hatred value in the field immediately as he predicted when he was awake. guy.

In order to show respect, he took out a special ax from the power panel and carried it on his shoulder, humming a little tune and galloped happily towards the opponent's position, and then swung a slash at the front door , while risking wiping off a strand of long hair, he showed an incomparably bright smile towards the young man who was suddenly attacked.

"I found you~ I found you~ oh~"

That was definitely a chilling scene.

In terms of attack, the efficiency of the ax is definitely not as good as the long-range moves of the [Mage] class. Not only does it not look gorgeous enough, but its lethality does not seem to be as powerful as when attacking in a large area.But maybe it's because the perverted killers that often appear in film and television use similar weapons, and the increasingly sickly smile on his lips makes people connect the two for no reason, and there is an illusion of watching the live version of the murderer carnival.

If it wasn't clear that he was one of his own, even the onlookers would want to take two steps back, lest they become the next poor guy to be targeted by the murderer.

—Who says an ax is an ordinary weapon? !It all depends on whose hands it is placed in. At least from the current situation, the little pink hair who has turned on the berserk mode uses very good hands, and the lethality has almost increased by a hundred times!

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the two "victims" whose gemstones were taken away from the dead body seemed to have moved slightly, and moved towards the corner near the wall.

At this time, Kurihara of course had no time to pay attention to the minutiae around him, and even completely ignored the bleeding wound, blindly chasing the white-haired young man to carry out the most primitive attack, without any moves or tricks at all, and always aimed at the vital point. He attacked fiercely everywhere, almost turning the heavy ax out of the dexterous and treacherous posture like a knife.

"Who wants to fight a lunatic like you—!" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who is also a dead person, has suffered the bitter fruit that has been overdue for many years. At this moment, there is no Russia in a parallel time and space that should have blessed him A kind-hearted person, so he quickly fell into a panic and fled, completely losing his daily graceful posture.

There is no way, because the ability is too convenient, he is not good at melee combat, but he often laughs at the unlucky guy who has been stripped of his ability as a useless waste. He never thought that one day he would fall into a similar situation. dire occasion.

What's more frightening is that the glory of life he was pursuing so hard has turned into a big tiger with no humanity, presenting a two-sided attack with his friend who is proficient in playing with an axe, making it even more difficult for him to parry.

"Roar--!"

"Don't run away, don't you have fun together?"

In turn, the pink-haired boy who was weaving nightmares for him tilted his head and asked with a smile, but the heavy weapon in his hand didn't stop attacking, instead he was chasing after him, wanting to have an intimate contact with his head.If he hadn't been able to hide quickly, his head would have been cut off with an axe, and he would have become a living fountain for everyone to watch.

Even so, he was still injured in the constant attacks, and was hacked by an ax along the position of the right collarbone, and the crisp sound of bone shattering could be clearly heard in his ears.

Even if his body is just a wreck supported by supernatural powers, there are still some basic senses and indelible human instincts in the soul, almost the moment when blood and flesh are flying in his brain, he can't restrain himself from exhaling in pain. sound, and immediately backed away, wanting to get away from the excessively bloody future.

However, even though he retreated all the way to the wall, the bell-shaped ax still stuck to his flesh and blood with its raised side, like a giant tooth clamping its prey tightly, with no intention of pulling it out.The owner of the weapon did not want to be separated from it at all, and followed his dodging movements easily as if dancing a beautiful waltz, and stopped happily until he was sure that there was no way for him to retreat.

If it weren't for the blood-stained weapon between the two, just looking at such an intimate gesture, one would almost mistake them for a very ambiguous relationship.

And Xiao Fenmao, who plays the role of a perverted murderer, has a harmless expression, with a shy blush like a girl floating on her cheeks, as if stopping her classmate to confess, and the illusion of a heart is almost flashing in her eyes The shape, even the breath became hot.

"Red, very beautiful~ You also like to make others look beautiful? I smell the same kind of smell on you—"

"Since they are the same kind, why are you chasing after me, wouldn't it be better to join me?"

Based on Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's IQ, one can naturally see the strangeness of his personality change, so he endured the severe pain of destroying his mind and the sense of crisis that his life was hanging by a thread, and tried his best to win over the little lunatic who might turn against him , "I can give you what you want, yes, even special props that can fulfill all your wishes..."

In order to prove his sincerity, he slipped his fingers into his blood-soaked pocket, took out the "page" cheated from others, and held it up to show its preciousness.

But to his great disappointment, the young man in front of him didn't move his eyes at all, as if he was the most cherished treasure in the whole world, and he was completely uninterested in the rest of the "trash".Not only was the smile in the other party's eyes making him tremble, but what was even more exaggerated was the indifferent words that the bright red lips dotted on the beautiful face kept uttering to him, which further deepened his feeling of indifference. A sense of hopelessness.

"Who said I like the same kind? I hate it when people collide with me. Seriously, you are a bit off-putting, in every way. You might as well give it to the good tiger over there for dinner." eat~"

Probably only a lunatic would play with other people's hearts with loving eyes and sarcasm.

And before the lovely tone words that were raised upwards fell completely, the ax in his hand lifted the body of the young man in front of him, and easily threw it towards the air, and he waved his hands to say goodbye: "Whew—— Flying so high, hahaha~ Farewell~"

I don't know if it sensed his intentions or it was just a simple hunting behavior. The burly white tiger that was ready to go jumped up immediately, revealing its mouth full of sharp teeth, and accurately grabbed the prey delivered to the door and landed on the ground , and then shook it left and right according to biological instinct, completely ignoring the young man's increasingly stern voice to stop.

"Nakajima-kun, Nakajima-kun—you shouldn't be a crazy beast, but a real, uh...!"

"It's so noisy."

Kurihara Wataru, who had dealt with the enemy in his heart, dragged the heavy axe, letting it rub against the ground to create a harsh movement, and even created a winding bloody trajectory.

Because the action during the fight was too intense, far exceeding the tolerance of the wound on his chest, the bandage wrapped in it was dyed through early in the morning, and could only flow along with the unabsorbable part, sliding over his waistline and long legs, Eventually a distinctive blood-red footprint formed along the ankle.

If it was not known in advance, others might mistakenly believe that the blood sprayed by the victim stained him, rather than that he himself was in a state of continuous blood loss—after all, his fighting posture has no sense of stagnation It can be said that it is as smooth as a pre-set operation program, without any muddy and redundant steps, how can it be a guy who is dragging a seriously injured body to fight.

At this moment, such a guy who surpassed the inherent human model slowly raised his axe, pointed at the audience who watched the whole battle with a smile, and then selected the next victim, "Let's think about it, Which one to choose~ is better~ Ah, I don’t know why, but I always feel that a man with black hair is very suitable for me~”

"Sir, calm down..."

Realizing that the culinary power in his brain is still at work, but due to the wrong state, it is obvious that the love for Mori Ogai has been converted into a murderous intent... The leader who realized the truth instantly felt like helping his forehead The urge to sigh.

Asking is wronged.

Obviously he didn't get any advantage, why should he be the first to pull him over when he is suffering? What a miserable fate is this?

Fortunately, before the little devil in a mad state could attack him, an unusual light suddenly flashed in the center of the storage room, as if a transparent meteorite penetrated through the barriers and landed silently in the room. Waiting for the chosen person to take himself into the bag.

If you observe carefully, you can clearly find a black book wrapped in the luster, and then there is no wind to automatically unfold the blank inner pages, waiting for others to write new content for yourself.

"hiss……"

The countdown on the wrist of the pink-haired boy suddenly became extremely hot, causing him to subconsciously let go of the ax in his hand, and instinctively stroked the inexplicably raised number marks.Compared with the calm illusion before, a certain special substance that lived in his body at some time finally revealed its true form and started to move. It is not known whether it is about to come out or spread deeper, in short, it beats regularly.

It felt like an extra heart, which was extraordinarily magical.

Taking advantage of the delicate moment when he was indulging in it, the black-haired boy with the task of awakening came quietly behind him, like a feline ambushing the same kind, carefully swaying its long transparent tail, and then slammed Pounced on.

"Huh—?!" The distracted little Fenmao was caught off guard, and his whole body dived forward. In the blink of an eye, he rolled into a ball with the attacker, and as promised (?) gave the opponent's stomach a backhand fist.

How could an otaku who lacked training be able to withstand such a blow? He almost lost half a tube of blood before barely grabbing Kurihara Tsuru's finger, using "Disqualification in the World" to eliminate the rampant debuff state.At the same time, his left hand, not willing to be lonely, grabbed the ruby ​​that fell beside him, and slammed it towards the dead body duo, accusing angrily in his mouth: "Don't, pretend to be dead, get up quickly! Cough, cough, get up and work!"

Quite miraculously, the rubies that should have been eliminated by the ability were thrown out by his hand but still had a solid body. Due to the lack of strength, they could have ended their mission prematurely in the middle, causing a few dings on the ground The crisp sound of jingling proves how strong it is.

The scene became extremely silent for a while.

Probably enjoying the joy of a successful prank, Lying Corpse No. [-] sat up with a whoosh, stretched his waist, then stood up nimbly, and trotted to Oda Sakunosuke to show off: "Why? So, I am very good, it is a super perfect acting! Alas, it is a pity that Shibusawa-kun is too honest, I did not see through it, and I lost a lot of fun!"

"Hmm..." The red-haired man was subconsciously silent for a few seconds, then raised his finger and pointed at the poor little cat who was in charge of suppressing the runaway fairy cat, and asked blankly, "Dazai, is that your brother?"

"That's not it, just ignore him, let's talk about something interesting, a lot happened in the past two days..."

The black cat, who is extremely fond of grabbing attention, ruthlessly deprived another "self" of benefits, tried its best to brush up the sense of existence, and completely lacked the spirit of friendship to hand over the owner to others.

As for the other side-

Covered by his weak and helpless counterparts, Kurihara sat up straight in a daze, first looked at the location of Mr. Dean, and then at the "Book" that was finally summoned to make sure that it had no intention of attacking him Finally, he quickly grabbed it and ran towards the man he was thinking of.

"Mr. Dean—!"

"Well, hoo..."

Unlike Osamu Dazai who deliberately pretended to be a man, the man who relied on his own strength to drive the "book" to help complete the plan had already entered a state of exhaustion. Now he took a few deep breaths to barely support the floor and sit up, leaning against the wall Resting for a while, to maintain the illusion that nothing had happened, he even hooked the corners of his lips and said with a light smile: "I, but I have been looking at you just now, and I always feel that Xiaoshe is more important when he comes here than when he was in the orphanage. Be more active..."

"Don't change the subject! I know everything, save your energy." Although he thought that he would give the authoritarian man a love blow when he met him, but when he saw his appearance at the moment However, Kurihara was still thinking too much, at most, after a symbolic reprimand, he immediately handed over the "book" of this world.

If you don't know what kind of power it represents, just in terms of appearance, it is so ordinary that you want to ignore it.

Regarding this, Mr. Dean's smile was mixed with bitterness, and he sighed helplessly: "Xiao She knew what I was thinking, but he still didn't find a chance to kill 'him', does it mean that you still..."

"Reluctant? Ah, yes, I really don't want to watch Mr. Mori die."

Knowing that his desire for control was at work, and unable to accept that there was an identical competitor beside him, the pink-haired boy suppressed the urge to press the book against his face, and muttered complainingly, "Instead of letting me make a choice, Wouldn't it be good if you just take me back? Anyway, after getting the "book", it should be easy to travel through parallel spaces..."

"If it's that simple, I don't need to spend a lot of time setting up traps to change the established situation. Xiao She, you see my state, don't you still understand? Crossing the barrier of time and space is a very dangerous thing. I I didn't want you to take risks, let alone..."

While speaking, the man accumulated some strength, gently held Sheru Kurihara's wrist, and caressed the digital imprint beating like a heart. There was real pity in his lowered purple eyes, as if he was comforting His wounded soul is average.

"Your life was terminated by accident a long time ago, and it was all because Dunjun summoned the "book" in the chaos and placed your soul in it. "

Mr. Dean, who concealed the whole truth from him, knew that there was no way to hide it, so he resisted the discomfort of his chest churning, and patiently explained: "So, you have the identity and body of a "bookman" and can enter another world. The "possible world", which is the world I am in, begins to live again.However, when you touch the truth again, the "laws" of the parallel world cannot tolerate your existence, and then drive you back to the original world. "

"Probably because of the different speed of time, when you returned to the original world, you should have died according to the established fate, but after a time difference, it became a countdown on your wrist, which can be regarded as winning enough for me. time."

"That is to say, is there no way for me to go back to the world where I lived with Mr. Dean? For me, you tried your best to stay..." After experiencing ups and downs and recognizing the true heart, Shibuhara Kurihara I thought I would not lose face again, but at this moment of being honest and open, I still couldn't help feeling my eyes were slightly hot, and I couldn't express my feelings maturely.

——Because he narrowly thought that Mr. Dean was jealous and overly manifested his desire for control in his bones, but who knew that it turned out to be such a well-thought-out decision.

——As expected, he was too naive...

"it does not matter."

After living with him for a not-so-short period of time, his Mr. Dean could see through his inner voice at a glance, so he shook his head and whispered: "I know, you can't do anything to 'me'. In that case, There's only one way left to go..."

"...What?" He was completely unable to analyze normally when he was almost down, he could only raise his eyes reflexively and asked.

"Turn me into a "Bookman", Xiao She. "

The man stared at his rippling bright blue eyes, couldn't help but caressed his cheeks, brushed the corners of his slightly hot eyes with his thumbs, and asked very calmly: "Instead of forcing you to make a decision, do it." The murderer who killed 'me' lives under the shadow of guilt all his life, why not let me change it and integrate into the world you live in."

"It's much simpler this way, it can be realized by writing such a thing in the "page"..."

"Do you know what you're talking about?! As the scum who caused me to fall into such a situation said, I am an existence that is neither human nor ghost. You should not be implicated by me to become like this!"

"It's better to take it as my selfish request."

The highly skilled senior put his forehead against his forehead, telling his love like a foul, "Even if you occupy the body of another 'me', the time is limited, and sooner or later you will be alone Ling's stay, just imagining that kind of picture makes me feel very heartbroken. So, in order to prolong the time, make you fall in love with me even more..."

"Really, I'm already obsessed with you enough. If I deepen it, I will become a fool!" The pink-haired boy who had endured such a close breath brushed his lips for a long time finally straightened up, and then used the open key The "pages" of the book obscure the intimate exchange between the two.

Only the lingering sound of water and the pretentiously vicious invitation can be heard vaguely.

"...I've wanted to sleep with you for a long time, I have time tonight!"

"Of course you are welcome at any time, you can sleep as long as you want." The man who tried his best not to laugh raised his hand and pressed the back of his neck, carefully savoring the little guy who finally hugged him in his arms.

There are still many things to deal with next, but obviously they are not as urgent as falling in love, aren't they?

Leave the rest of the problems to your future self.