I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

"so what?"

"..."—indeed, so what?

Now the one who suffers from the miss is indeed Sandro.

No, it's not like that.

What really made Sandro furious was that he didn't go to Azusa Sasaki at all.

He just avoided it after seeing Azusa Sasaki from a distance yesterday.

But...

Is it fate?

He saw Azusa Sasaki again today - they didn't even meet, and he was hit in the head by something that fell from one of the upstairs.

That was the lady he used to be loyal to.

If Azusa Sasaki can be like her grandfather, maybe... Sandro will stay in that manor as always today and become a sharp blade for the Sasaki clan.

pity.

It's a pity... The lady who left them to be a waiter is no longer the Sasaki that he was very proud of.

——As soon as you get the arrows... leave Sendai City immediately.

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orz, because we are going to resume work tomorrow, I slept a big one today and slept 4/4 till this time, sorry...

Chapter 044 Eyesight and Intuition (1/4)

In the small office, Kira Yoshikage and the school's external psychiatrist were talking one after another.

It's not a big problem, and while it's impatient, it's not unpleasant.

With a warm smile on the corner of Ji Liang's mouth, he looked down at the book in the psychiatrist's hand-he didn't record the data of the long editorial, but wrote down a few keywords from time to time, and then raised his head with a smile to meet Ji Liang Jiying. Say a few words.

In the window of the office, stood a young man who was not much older than Yoshikage Kira.

No.

To be precise, the youth seems to be even younger than Kira Yoshikage. If it weren't for the psychiatrist who laughed and scolded him when he introduced himself, "I'm 24 years old and still confused", I'm afraid Yoshikage Kira would think that. At most, it was just a man of his own age.

The young man was lying on the window holding the sketchbook, muttering a few words from time to time, and then lowering his head to write and draw, as if there was some unforgettable beauty outside the window.

- In fact it is not so.

In the deep winter season, when it is not snowing, the students who come and go are walking fast, and there is no great view.

"Shancheng,"

The psychiatrist showed an apologetic smile to Ji Liang Yoshikage, and then handed the book in his hand to the young man: "If you are distracted again... the assessment will be dangerous."

"Ah, sorry. There's a very tall foreigner downstairs. He looks fierce."

The young man called Shancheng turned around, raised his hand and gestured, and smiled shyly.

He looked down at the sketchbook in his hand, and glanced out the window again.

"I'm sorry, this child is a bit..." The psychiatrist thought about it with a smile on his face, and looked at Ji Liang Yoshikage, "In the words of your young people, it's probably... natural?"

Kira Yoshikage lowered his head and smiled, expressing that he didn't mind.

After talking to the psychiatrist again, Kira Yoshikage got up and left.

It wasn't until he walked out of the office that he rubbed his temples and looked at his watch - the pointer pointed to 10:20 in the morning.

It took less time than expected, and Yoshikage Kira was very satisfied.

- Time to go home.

......

in the office

The psychiatrist looked at Shan Cheng helplessly: "Xian (xian, same as 'Xian'), you will make the students doubt our professionalism."

"Huh? How?"

Shan Chengxian lowered his head and thought for a while, then sat down in front of the computer: "Teacher, you are the one in charge of the evaluation, I'm just an intern. Let's just say... If I sit in front of the computer and record something, I will It makes you nervous.”

"...you're eloquent when it comes to rhetoric."

Shan Chengxian pursed his lips and laughed when he heard the words.

The young man looks very tame, wearing a thin black shirt in a warm room, his black hair is soft and downcast, and his eyes are pure and rare for people of this age.

"What do you think, student just now?" The psychiatrist asked with a smile, with a scrutiny in his eyes.

Shan Chengxian blinked: "How do you say..."

With obvious thoughtfulness on his face, he said seriously, "It sounds normal."

"sound?"

"Well... it's all aspects, it tends to be in the middle." Shan Chengxian doesn't use professional terms, just a very colloquial evaluation: "Normal to..., it looks like there is no personality."