Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

"Huh? What else do you want to understand? Do you know how to commit suicide?" Nakahara Nakaya held Dazai Osamu's collar, turned his head and gave him a good look, "Don't not learn it well."

"So, does Kamishang-kun also have the desire to commit suicide? I have a lot of experience here! Let's share it together, Kamishang-kun~" Osamu Dazai rippling sound waves, twisting his soft neck like seaweed.

What responded to him was Zhongyuan Zhongye's ruthless Yan Quan.

"Ah~ rough little dwarf!."

"Are you looking for a fight?"

The relationship is still very good, these two gentlemen.

"Speaking of which, when I saw Mr. Zhongyuan at first glance, I thought I was mistaken. Although Mr. Zhongyuan's outstanding appearance is almost impossible to be mistaken, but seeing Mr. Zhongyuan who has almost changed his personality like this, I I was still taken aback."

"..." Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai paused.

The noise of the crowd suddenly fell silent, as if it belonged to a world that was already far away. The air on the table stagnated, and there was a frozen silence, which made my heart skip a beat.

Did he really say the wrong thing... He just wanted to praise Mr. Zhong Yuan's brand-new clothes. Is there anything wrong with this set of clothes?Or is he a misnomer?Also, an outstanding person like Mr. Zhongyuan should be disdainful and unwilling to be lost in the crowd.He is still so useless, he actually made Mr. Zhongyuan angry...

"Forget it, you little brat doesn't know anything." Nakahara Zhong didn't know when he let go of Dazai's collar, he uncomfortably straightened his hat, and raised his voice to interrupt God's restless voice , "I have changed to a, um... job now. I am no longer the 'guardian' of the lambs." At the end, as if thinking of something, he added hastily, "So I changed my dressing style It's normal!"

"Alas, a mindless slug stabbed by your own lamb..."

"Shut up! Joining the port... The port trading company is out of my own will! It has nothing to do with others!" His voice was urgent and heavy, with a hidden rough accent.

what?

God can't believe his ears.

Mr. Zhongyuan, who is so transparent and pure as if he could shine, would someone ruthlessly ignore his care in the past, stab him hard, and stab his heart cold?

It will hurt, Mr. Nakahara.

Malice, this rotting and surging malice—why can't it stay away from you?

"Hey, put away your ugly expression." Zhong Yuanzhong also muttered, "It's not your fault." Don't show such a sad and guilty expression!

Then he watched in disbelief as the white-haired boy stood up straight without saying a word, took a whole plate of dessert from the bar, and dropped it on the table with a "bang", "Eat as much as you want, Mr. Zhongyuan."

Are you feeding pigs? ? ?

……

When he gave the packaged dessert to Mr. Luanbu, the green light in his eyes suddenly leaked a few strands, "Have you come up with a new idea so soon? You have encountered very interesting things along the way." He narrowed his eyes He squinted his eyes and chewed on the pastry, "Don't forget the desserts from Ranpo-sama!"

"For dinner, I will take responsibility."

"Well, please be happy, little god. You look like you're about to cry out of sadness."

"..."

What Mr. Ranpo said is right. Just now, the outline of Shenshang Shuo's new novel has been completely drawn up. He wants to tell a story about children.As for being sad...he didn't notice the fact that he was sad, but the sourness and anger that tightly entangled his tiny beating heart along the way made him feel the most desolate silence, they hooked A small piece of flesh in his heart was pulled to his ribs again and again, causing severe pain.

I should write something.

I must write something.

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The people of Adams Continent believe in the source named "mondo". They call themselves children of water, because each of them is the embodiment of a drop of water from the source.

The water of life from the source flows across the Adams Continent along the Syran River. Along the way, as long as the water hits the small stones on the bank, a few drops of water will fall to the grass on the bank and turn into a few babies.The warriors of the Adams Empire will bring the babies picked up in the grass to the association, and they will be cultivated into outstanding talents of the country.

Of course, the warriors will not take all the babies away.Mr. Arnold in the association is a first-class elite in selecting "seeds". He was awarded the title of honorary bachelor by His Majesty the Emperor for his book "Standards and Operation Guidelines for Screening Babies".As a result, this great masterpiece became the only standard for the imperial warriors to pick babies, and was regarded as the standard by the entire scouting group.

As for the remaining children you asked?

"Of course it's left to itself," the people there will tell you, "they're not protected by the glory of the empire!"

Yes.Mr. Arnold wrote in his book that only babies with beautiful bones, fair skin, a clear crying voice, and fair hair, preferably with a touch of gold, are babies who are loved by glory.Therefore, every day when the golden sun shines from the sky, the entire Adams Empire is filled with golden rivers, which look sacred and solemn.That is proof that the Adams empire is guarded by the fountain.

However, there is one exception, and that is children who have been branded with "roots".

Legend has it that such a child will have a golden drop-shaped birthmark on the three fingers below the left collarbone, and they are deeply loved by the source.

Mr. Arnold once wrote passionately, "The source is above! They are simply the darlings of the world. They are born brave, resolute, intelligent, hardworking...any valuable qualities you can think of, they will show them vividly. They are the human beings closest to the gods! Maybe you will be overshadowed by their brilliance, and you may even be jealous, but as long as I say a name, you will be overwhelmed by his majesty, and then kneel down in fear, believing what I said Everything you said! He is--Emperor David!" "This great man who created the glory of the Adams Empire! He is so compassionate and virtuous, his light cut through the deep fog of ancient times, and made the sun come down again..."

David the Great, the pioneer of the Adams Empire, during that dark age, his right-hand men and pioneers were all holders of the "root imprint".Since then, the royal family has clearly stipulated that the noble royal bloodline is composed of "root imprinted" darlings from generation to generation. Their fathers are kind and filial, and they are as close as brothers and sisters.The ruler of the Adams Empire was naturally selected collectively by the royal family at a family meeting.

Strangely, probably due to the charisma of the successor, the votes of each family meeting are surprisingly concentrated.

……

Charles is one of the people who is loved by the "root brand". Although he has black hair and black eyes, people will only praise him for his fair skin like fine snow and his handsome and domineering figure.

He was born as the seventh son of the royal family. On the day he was brought back by the warriors, the people prepared a grand parade, and the priests in white robes with gold patterns offered a handful of holy water to wash him clean. The body, reverently prayed to the sky, "Sacred and inviolable source, great mondo, we welcome back your child!"

Of course, Charles at this time was just a baby who could only smile silly.

……

Charles is the most stupid child in the royal family of this generation. When his three-year-old younger brother can discuss the flood damage repair with the cabinet scholar, he is still studying the "Adams Continental Chronicle".Charles forgot to eat and sleep to absorb knowledge, trying to catch up with his brothers and sisters, and made achievements in a certain aspect, such as knowing the customs of every place like the back of his hand.

He once told his troubles to the royal sister Percy, the heroic eldest daughter of the royal family, just knocked on her feather fan and said with a smile, "My dear Charles, you are a lucky enough child." She smiled softly, and her attitude was dignified and friendly, as if she had done it countless times, "You should work harder, my little lark. You were born with a good voice, so cherish it."

The gentle and warm encouragement from the royal sister almost accompanied Prince Charles in his childhood and youth, until he grew into a tall and tall young man with starry eyes.The extreme training day after day when he was a teenager, and studying hard by burning lights did not disappoint him. The young Prince Charles talked elegantly and behaved pleasingly.He is recognized as erudite and versatile. He can write the world when he advances, and he can give advice when he retreats.He was brilliant beyond all expectations.

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"Hey, does Teacher Shenshang want to portray an inspirational hero this time?" The editor who came to submit the sample book happily finished the beginning of the new novel, tilted his head and smiled, "This world view is quite ingenious, teacher is worthy of being a teacher Woolen cloth."

"Inspirational hero? Let's just say..." Shenshang Shuo squeezed a small puff and took a bite, "Well, in a word, it's a story of 'children are not children'?"

"'Children are not children'? Sounds a little strange, Teacher God. But I have full confidence in you."

"It's better not to have expectations..."

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"The sample book looks very exquisite. I can tell that the publisher has put a lot of effort into it." Kunikida picked up the book marked "Shadow". It looks weird and impactful.

"Can I take a look?" Kunikida looked sideways at Kamigami Saku who was still struggling with the document, "I should be able to finish reading this novel during the break."

"you……"

"Master Ranbu wants to watch it too, but I want to finish the matcha puffs first!" Before God could speak, Mr. Detective revealed his soft head from the pile of puffs and shouted loudly, " Wait for me, Kunikida."

"If you want to watch it, please feel free to do so. Don't worry about me..." God tried his best to restrain the vague sense of shame, and nodded shyly.

Feeling so ashamed, I put my face on the pen, trying to use the coolness to relieve the heat on my face.How can people read the things written while in a trance, Mr. Kunikida is fine, how can Mr. Ranpo be interested in such things!

"Then add me too." Hearing the movement, the woman with the golden butterfly hairpin came out of the infirmary, touched God's head with a smile, and made up the knife gently.

"Doctor Yu Xieye! How come you..." Light cherry kissed from the collarbone to the tip of the ear, the white-haired boy buried himself in the pile of documents, his fine white fluff trembling, as if he was forced to reveal his snow-white belly The milk cat whimpered softly.