Yokohama Hearts Fraudster

Miko Chai took the key and left in a daze, while He Quanlian, whose brain had finally cooled down, suddenly held his forehead, regretting the subconscious action just now.

Although he judged at that time that there was no other option but threats, but now that he thinks about it, Okoshiba's simplicity might be able to fool him perfectly.

But anyway, what happened in the past has already happened, and Iquanlian sincerely hoped that Miko Shiba Mikoto would rot this matter in her stomach, and this kind of oolong incident would come to an end.

Before going to school the next day, he first wrapped a thick layer of bandages around his neck, then put on high-necked clothes, fastened the buttons on the top meticulously, and made sure that there would be no suspicious traces. , I finally picked up my schoolbag and stepped out of the house.

The whole morning, he didn't see Miko Shiba Mikoto's figure, and after Asanozaki Umetaro said carefully, he didn't seem to find anything suspicious.

It's just that when he and Nozaki Umetaro went to the cafeteria for lunch at noon, they happened to meet Miko Shiba Mikoto who was on the way.

At this time in the past, Miko Shiba Mikoto would definitely sit with them with an expectant look like a puppy.

However, today, Miko Chai Mikoto paused, raised her foot abruptly and walked towards the opposite direction.

Seeing that, He Quanlian's heart sank, only feeling that things were getting more troublesome.

This happened so many times that even the nervous Umetaro Nozaki sensed a slight problem.

"Did something happen between you and Mikoshiba?"

During a class break, Nozaki Umetaro was marking something on his notes with a pen in one hand, and suddenly asked Izumi Ren in a calm tone.

He Quanlian paused for holding Milk's arm, looked deeply at his brows and eyes, and smiled reluctantly after finding no flaws.

"Well, there are some misunderstandings..." His lost voice was deep and deep, but he comforted Nozaki with a forced smile, "Don't worry, I will take care of everything."

Hearing this, Nozaki Umetaro looked up at him, and after three seconds, he silently nodded without saying anything, and naturally changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, summer vacation is coming soon. Senior Hori invited me to participate in the training camp of the drama department. Ah... It's a training camp, but it's actually going to the beach. How about you go too?"

seaside...

He Quanlian squinted her eyes, as if she had already seen the sparkling blue sea, the fine soft sand spread all over the ground, and when she stepped on it with her bare feet, it was immediately full of laughter.

It's a pity that the somewhat emotional light flickered in his eyes for a few times before returning to calm.

"Sorry, I'm not in Tokyo during the summer vacation." He shrugged regretfully and sighed, "Although it seems very interesting...but I can't go."

Nozaki Umetaro: "Where are you going?"

He Quanlian raised a bright smile: "I want to go back to my hometown to visit my parents. After all, I haven't seen them for a semester. They all hope that I will go back quickly."

Knowing that his parents were in the country, Nozaki Umetaro nodded knowingly, and did not try to persuade him any more, but showed a look of regret at the fact that he might not be able to see him for a summer vacation.

He Quanlian patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

However, until the holiday, Izumi Ren never reunited with Miko Shiba Mikoto.

He Quanlian himself has tried to greet Miko Chai kindly, hoping to restore his previous appearance, but Miko Chai always hides like a mouse seeing a cat.

With such an attack and an evasion, the relationship did not progress for a long time, but became more and more alienated.

After finishing her studies, on the first day of summer vacation, He Quanlian looked around the house where she had lived in for three months with nostalgia, deeply engraved the furnishings in her heart, then took a deep breath, and closed the door heavily. door.

Of course he didn't want to visit some parents, after all his parents were in another world, even if he wanted to visit, there was no way back.

From now on, he has to do a dangerous and important thing.

It can also be called dancing on the tip of the knife.

—He, wants to join the port mafia.

Take advantage of your insider identity to steal treasures stashed within the Port Mafia.

Even though she has never been in contact with the real mafia, Hequanlian knows in her heart how bloody and violent the mafia is, but in order to survive this summer vacation with peace of mind, Hequanlian can only take risks.

What's more, he still has the super power to save his life. If it is impossible to expose his identity, he can also run away immediately with oil on his feet.

As a result, Izumi Ren, who was completely unconvinced, took the Shinkansen to the familiar coastal city of Yokohama with only enthusiasm, and walked all the way to the building of the port mafia headquarters, standing still.

When the guard in charge of guarding the gate saw him, he immediately frowned and wanted to expel him away from here, but Hequanlian showed him a nice smile, took out a dozen documents from the bag very formally, and handed them to him politely at hand.

"..." The guard glanced at him with question marks in his head, but he still couldn't help but took it out of curiosity.

As soon as he lowered his head, he was startled by the eye-catching string of big characters on the top.

【CV】

[I voluntarily joined the Port Mafia, the following is my resume, please read it]

After looking at it for a second, the guard immediately lost sight of it. The information on it was standardized, probably stating the school he attended, his grade, and even his blood type.

It's just that no matter how you look at it, the immature child in front of him is an ordinary high school student, and he doesn't fit in with the mafia.

He really wanted to ask the other party if he had gone to the wrong place. This is not a serious company, but besides him, there were many colleagues beside him, so he didn't dare to say anything more.

But when he deliberately drove the other party away with a straight face, the young man in front of him looked at him suspiciously: "Is your company not planning to recruit people?"

……

Of course not, a job like the mafia, where one can lose one's life if one is not careful, will never be filled.

When someone dies, new people behind will fill it up again, generation after generation, without end.

The guard was speechless, not knowing what to do.

Fortunately, at this moment, a sleek black sports car gradually drove over, and a man wearing a black trench coat with a stand collar stepped out from the back seat.

The man was about 40 to [-] years old. His jet-black hair was slightly long, and all of it was tucked behind his head. Only the two strands from the temples in front of his forehead hung down, shaking slightly with the steps under his feet.

When He Quanlian turned her head, she met a pair of deep violet eyes, but there was a strange blood-red light in the purple, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the person coming, the guard hurriedly put his hands behind his back to salute, but the man casually raised his hand to stop him.

His eyes were fixed on He Quanlian from the beginning to the end, as if he was looking at him curiously, and he stood up straight after the leather shoes fell a few steps away from He Quanlian, with the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

"You want to join the organization?"

He smiled gracefully, with impeccable composure on his face, He Quanlian realized this man's bottomless scheming and his absolute high status without observing.

He raised his head slightly and set his eyes on the top of the man's head.

—— Mori Ogai.

Another troublesome target.

He Quanlian was secretly vigilant in her heart, but she showed a bright smile on her face, and handed over the resume in her hand: "Please let me join!"

Hearing this, Mori Ogai also raised his eyebrows with great interest, and took his resume and scanned it naturally.

After only reading two or three lines, he realized that all the records here were school materials, or some awards he had won.

It has to be said that in this era when the mafia has a low level of education, it is a good opportunity to have such a high school student with top grades and a bright future want to join.

Of course, if the identity and background of this person are true.

"Of course, we welcome all talents." Mori Ogai passed the resume to the subordinate beside him, and gave Izumi Ren a meaningful look, "However, to enter the organization, you need to pass some abilities and practical tests , if you can persist until the end, then the door of the Port Mafia will always be open for you."

Before He Quanlian could say some nonsense to express his determination, he nodded and left indifferently, showing no interest in those who failed the test.

Immediately afterwards, He Quanlian was led by a mafia subordinate to the room on the first floor to fill in some information, and after leaving the contact information, he could go back and wait for the test notification.

Hequanlian's luck was very good. This period was the period when the port mafia recruited new recruits with great fanfare, so after only waiting for three or four days, someone contacted him to go to the open-air training ground for testing.

There are many kinds of tests, such as running, long jump, and weightlifting, which are common tests of physical fitness.

In addition, there are marksmanship, negotiation, fighting skills and so on.

When the day's test was finally over, He Quanlian was exhausted like a salted fish, and he felt that this kind of test was more tiring than the phantom thief's actions.

And when the personnel department who obtained the result report picked up the report card that belonged to him, he was also very speechless.

...How ignorant is this person that he chooses to join the Mafia?

I saw the grades marked above, except for the amazing marksmanship and speaking skills, the rest were all dazzling red, and the large characters of "failed" almost occupied the entire line of sight.

Not only is his physical fitness not up to standard, but he is almost far away from normal people.

If the personnel department hadn't seen He Quanlian with their own eyes, they would almost have thought that the information in his hand belonged to elementary school students.

No, it's better not to insult elementary school students all over the world.

The Personnel Department rubbed the center of his brows with a headache. He heard that the child was personally recommended by Chief Mori. He might have a bright future in the future. He still had some expectation and respect, but the current results...

Unable to figure out the specific thoughts of his boss, his palm holding the failed seal froze in mid-air, and began to hesitate with difficulty.

In the end, he still failed to make his own claim and decided to look for the subordinates who followed Chief Sen that day to learn more about what happened.

Coincidentally, when he was going to the first floor, he happened to pass by Dazai Osamu who was a cadre, and then he raised his hand and pressed down his hat because of the gust of wind blowing outside the window, holding the report card in his hand It was blown by the wind and floated to the ground.

It just landed in front of a pair of delicate leather shoes.

Dazai Osamu lowered his head carelessly, and originally wanted to cross the obstacle in front of him and continue walking forward, but when he rolled his eyes, he happened to see the photo printed in the upper left corner.

The black-haired boy was wearing a suit inexperiencedly, smiling towards the camera, his silver eyes were as clear as jewels, as if looking into the extremely vast sky.

So Osamu Dazai directly bent down to pick up this document, looked at the row of 'failing' scarlet letters on it, and raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Dazai!" The personnel department watched him pick up the documents first, and read them with interest, and greeted him in a panic.

Osamu Dazai glanced at him, and shook the report card in his hand twice: "What is this, this year's newcomer test?"

"Exactly." The personnel department naturally knew everything about the cadre's inquiry, and immediately put their hands behind their backs, and briefly explained the matter about He Quanlian.

"Hey...he wants to come by himself."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai's eyes seemed to be flickering with a strange light, but before the personnel department saw it clearly, he saw him handing the report card to himself very naturally and smiling slightly at the same time.

"Since Mr. Sen is the one he likes, then give him another chance."

He squinted his eyes and smiled, but he used a tone that could not be refused.

"The next test is actual combat. Let him come to my office. I will test him personally."

How dare the personnel department refuse to comply, and immediately responded respectfully, only after the figure of Osamu Dazai disappeared, he looked at the photo of He Quanlian with sympathetic eyes.

Accepting the test of such a terrifying Mr. Dazai is much more difficult than ordinary tasks.

Tsk tsk, being favored by Mr. Dazai, I can only ask for blessings.

Therefore, He Quanlian, who should have been eliminated, was left behind by accident.

And when the personnel department looked at him with complicated eyes, he was keenly aware of a bad premonition. When he came to the office dizzy and faced the smiling Dazai Osamu, his brain almost There was a loud bang, and his expression almost twisted.

Who would have thought that the person who tested him was Osamu Dazai!

Osamu Dazai, that troublemaker, suicide maniac! !

He must have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck!

"What's the matter, Ren?" Osamu Dazai, who had seen his thoughts, blinked at him hypocritically, "Are you so happy to see me?"

"...Actually, I'm shocked." He Quanlian tried hard to suppress the thought of wanting to beat him up, "I didn't expect it to be so accidental, and I still want to give you a surprise after I officially join."

That day probably never will be.

Osamu Dazai smiled silently, but he knew very well in his heart that if he hadn't accidentally seen the horrific report card, Izumi Ren would not have stayed.

"This proves that we are very destined..." He intentionally pulled his tone into something meaningful, and his voice became bewitching.

But after He Quanlian changed his face uncomfortably, he regained his seriousness in an instant, sat on the sofa chair, straightened his back, and put his hands on the table, looking businesslike.

"Since it's a test, I won't bend the law for personal gain, so you have to obey my orders today, understand?"

He Quanlian also imitated the standard etiquette of the mafia, put her hands behind her back, and nodded vigorously.

In fact, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Dazai-san, who teases him deliberately, is really attractive. Even if he thinks Dazai's personality is troublesome and clingy, he still can't resist the temptation from this shop.

Or a businesslike attitude can calm him down.

"Very good." Osamu Dazai nodded in satisfaction, "Then it's not too late, I'm going to issue the first order."

He patted the shoulder on the other side with one hand, and smiled happily: "Come here and rub my shoulder."

He Quanlian: "..."? ? ?

Throughout the morning, He Quanlian truly experienced what despair and hell are.

Osamu Dazai never stopped giving him orders, but they were basically small things like serving tea, squeezing his shoulders, beating his back, and running errands.

At first, Izumi Ren was relieved because of this too simple task, but as Osamu Dazai continued to make troubles and never stopped ordering, He Quanren suddenly realized while exercising profusely that, Such a trivial matter is actually not easy at all.

Moreover, Osamu Dazai sat on a chair with nothing to do and could still eat snacks, but he was exhausted and staring at him, it was simply despair.

Iquanlian very much doubts whether Osamu Dazai is playing tricks on him on purpose. Is this really a traditional combat test in Hong Kong and black? ?

"Lian~"

No, the uncle started calling him again.

Izumi Ren suppressed the unhappiness overflowing from his eyes, and quickly walked towards Osamu Dazai.

The young man leaning lazily on the chair shook his body. Although he was wearing a formal suit, he did not have the posture of a superior at all. He even curled up in the sofa chair like a cat with half-closed eyes, and waved to Izumi Ren: "Hi! Cold, solve it."

The corner of He Quanlian's eyes twitched, he seemed to remember that just now, someone asked him to lower the air conditioner by a few degrees on the grounds that it was too hot.

... This guy is definitely playing him, stone hammer!

He Quanlian let out a breath of relief slowly, a bright light flashed across his eyes.

Since the other party has such intentions, then he is also willing to accompany him.

Isn't it just playing routines to see who can be better.

So, Osamu Dazai waited and waited, but he didn't wait for the sound of the air conditioner's temperature being raised. He just opened his eyes and wanted to urge him, but he saw Izumi Ren kneeling on one knee beside him, and suddenly took his hand with both hands. In his right hand, a warm feeling instantly enveloped his palm.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised by Ren Izumi who suddenly changed his way.

He looked down at the young man in front of him.

A well-fitting suit fully outlines his narrow waistline. His white neckline is turned up and tightly fastened by a deep black tie. His white neck is slightly raised, revealing his delicate Adam's apple. It is dazzling white.

Different from the usual fresh and youthful sense, He Quanlian dressed in this way suddenly appeared a little more stable and elegant.

It's just that the smile on his face was as bright as before, and the silver eyes were so clean that no dirt was involved.

It is this cleanliness and purity that attracts the eyes of the completely opposite Osamu Dazai.

He gently held Osamu Dazai's hand, raised his head and stared at Osamu Dazai quietly, without speaking.

Osamu Dazai also let his bold movements go, but the drooping eyelashes trembled, covering a trace of strangeness across his eyes.

It seems that it has been a long time since I have had such close contact with people.

Even human body temperature... is almost forgotten.

"Why do you want to join the Port Mafia?"

He asked involuntarily.

And the moment Izumi Ren grasped Dazai Osamu's palm, she was also startled subconsciously.

He originally thought that Dazai Osamu's coldness was just an excuse, but the colder touch than he imagined proved that his words were not false.

Originally, he just wanted to take the opportunity to touch the little hand, but Izumi Ren held Dazai Osamu's palm seriously, wanting to pass on the warmth of his body.

"Didn't you invite me?" He stared at Dazai Osamu's hand seriously, so he couldn't see Dazai Osamu's scrutiny. "Anyway, there is no one at home during the summer vacation, and there is nothing to do. Let's try our luck."

As he said that, he couldn't help bringing his lips closer to that hand, breathed out a few breaths of hot air on it, and then held it with both hands and rubbed it vigorously until the temperature in his palm warmed up, before he smiled with satisfaction.

What Osamu Dazai wanted to say got stuck in his throat when he exhaled hot air into his palm.

That hot, itchy feeling kept stirring the nerves in his fingertips.

It took a lot of willpower before he restrained the desire to curl up and retract his palm.

But after seeing He Quanlian's satisfied expression afterwards, he couldn't help but chuckled softly, and reminded: "Actually, you only need to raise the temperature of the air conditioner to solve the problem perfectly."

However, someone looked up at him with a rather pitiful expression.

"…………I feel hot."

"Pfft——" Osamu Dazai finally couldn't help turning his head and laughing, and the loud voice filled the whole room in an instant.

After the burst of laughter was over, he finally looked at He Quanlian again. The young man was indeed very hot, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

It's just that the sunlight from outside the window hit his handsome facial features, making the crystal clear sweat beads reflect a beautiful light, just like those silver eyes, which were astonishingly bright.

A few strands of hair were wet with sweat, and were lifted up casually by He Quanlian. His handsome brows and eyes were relaxed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a kind of carelessness and wantonness.

It was actually brighter than usual, which attracted Dazai Osamu's attention even more.

Osamu Dazai looked at him thoughtfully, and suddenly rummaged through the drawer casually, and took out a brand new and clean white handkerchief from it. With a flick of his wrist, he wanted to wipe his sweat with rare kindness.

However, He Quanlian laughed first, and couldn't help talking: "Do you cadres like to carry handkerchiefs with you?"

There was a pause in the lifting movement, Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, and instantly understood his meaning, "Did that slug hand you a handkerchief too?"

"Well, it was given to me directly." Recalling what happened that day, He Quanlian had a smile on her face: "Sure enough, Zhong is also a very good person."

Even the name has changed.

Osamu Dazai immediately lowered his eyes in boredom, turned the arm holding the handkerchief around, then directly returned to the original position, and closed the drawer again.

He Quanlian blinked suspiciously, stared at the closed drawer, and thought for three seconds: "That handkerchief..."

"I just want you to see if it looks good." Osamu Dazai smiled at him, "Is there any problem?"

He Quanlian: "..."

No, not at all.

In the end, Izumi Ren could only rely on the coldness of the air conditioner to dissipate heat, and did not get any sympathy from Mr. Dazai.

It wasn't until the end of the day that Mr. Dazai, who was finally satisfied with his service, waved his hand and ended today's test.

He Quanlian breathed a sigh of relief, but instead of following Dazai's words and going back to wait for the news, she cautiously walked to Dazai's side, looking at him expectantly.

Osamu Dazai knowingly asked: "What else?"

He Quanlian smiled a little embarrassedly: "Did I... pass the test today?"

"Of course." Osamu Dazai responded with a smile, and when Izumi Ren's expression obviously relaxed, he added the second half of the sentence: "I didn't pass~"

"…………"day!

The desperately suppressed desire to beat someone surged into his chest again, and He Quanlian's eyes were suddenly filled with burning flames.

As soon as he rolled his eyes, he suddenly raised his legs and came in front of Osamu Dazai, pressed one hand on the back of the chair behind him, bent slightly, and looked down at the smiling boy sitting on the chair with dissatisfaction.

"why?"

When he found that using the original routine to deal with people like Osamu Dazai who did not play cards according to common sense would not work at all, he instantly adjusted his attitude.

Advance and retreat freely, this is the brilliance of He Quanlian.

The dissatisfaction in his eyes shot straight into Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes, and he didn't allow the other party to have the slightest possibility of escaping.

"do you hate me?"

The distance between the two was too close, Osamu Dazai could only lean on the back of the chair, keeping space between each other.

Probably because he was a little anxious, the boy who was usually not very angry actually showed a serious side, and hit a straight ball that Osamu Dazai didn't know how to respond to.

Of course he doesn't dislike He Quanlian, and is even more interested, but this kind of answer will make He Quanlian even worse, and he is unwilling to leave Hong Kong and Heilongjiang.

"Although I don't know what you want to do, but this place is not suitable for you, give up."

Therefore, Osamu Dazai skipped the topic and got straight to the point.

His expression was very calm, his eyes contained no trace of tenderness, and he gave the final judgment indifferently and straightforwardly.

Inviting Hequanlian to his office on a whim is his last tenderness, as for joining the organization?That is impossible anyway.

He Quanlian is too clean, no matter in character or identity, he is not suitable for the mafia in the dark zone.

What's more, he didn't want to watch the other party go dark a little bit.

As he expected, He Quanlian did not accept this reason calmly, but frowned slightly, revealing a bit of stubbornness.

"My talents have not been fully demonstrated. In fact, I can adapt here. Your judgment is too hasty."

Without waiting for his long speech, Osamu Dazai directly threw out a report card, flicked it lightly with his fingertips, and raised his chin: "All the test items failed, only marksmanship and speaking skills can be read, huh? Great?"

"..." He Quanlian was speechless.

But the physical fitness of ordinary people in this world is simply amazing!How can an ordinary man compare with others!

With the last stubbornness, Izumi Ren looked down at Osamu Dazai motionlessly, as if he would not leave without letting him pass.

Dazai Osamu, who was the first to show helplessness, sighed, unconsciously tapped his thighs with two fingers, and decided to go straight to Izumi Ren's vitals.

"The mafia is the underworld, but it's not such a gentle world. It will be accompanied by death and injury."

"Even if you are not afraid of any of these." He raised his head, and looked into Shanghe Quanlian's eyes with a scrutiny: "Can you kill someone?"

The air in the room froze for a moment.

Only the breeze blowing from the air conditioner sweeps through the constantly fluttering curtains, and the room is so quiet that even the sound of breathing can be heard clearly.

Under his slightly sharp gaze, He Quanlian slightly trembled the lower eyelids, as if reminiscent of the tenacious little white flower blooming its own life fragilely.

"I won't kill people."

In the end, Izumi Ren murmured like this, which did not surprise Osamu Dazai who had already expected the result.

He Quanlian will not kill people, not because of fear and cowardice, but because of persistence in his heart, as long as this persistence is still there, he is still himself, and he can maintain a complete self.

This is the real him, he is not controlled by anyone, he sticks to his heart.

Osamu Dazai couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or let out a sigh of relief, folded his hands together, and drew a sentence for this conversation: "It's already..."

But unexpectedly, Izumilian's answer is not over yet: "But I believe that not all mafia will kill, there must be someone who can become the mafia that does not kill."

"If not... then let me be the first."

The young man's eyes were firm and sparkled brightly, and Dazai Osamu was stunned in place in surprise, and his heart was full of turmoil because of his words.

"It will definitely be done." The bright smile came into Dazai Osamu's eyes again, and his heart skipped a beat, "Do you believe me, Dazai?"

Suddenly, his only friend, a mafia who does not kill people, Oda Sakunosuke appeared in his mind.

What He Quanlian said was so similar to his friend.

"..."

Osamu Dazai stared at him deeply, and after a while, his lips curled up.

... Sure enough, he will always be attracted by this pure light, so is Oda Saku, and so is Izumi Ren.

These two must be a good match.

After a while, I started to look forward to it.

Although there was some emotion in his heart, Osamu Dazai still threatened him coldly: "With such poor strength, you will be injured, bleeding, very serious, and crying in pain."

Sure enough, upon hearing his words, He Quanlian's expression froze slightly.

The pain he encountered twice in the encounter with Zhong Ye was enough for him, if it was a more serious injury... what to do, he began to be a little timid.

However, when the matter reached this point, there was no time to regret it, He Quanlian took a deep breath, and shook Dazai Osamu's hand with a smile on purpose.

In the expression of Dazai Zhiji's brows moving slightly, he suddenly knelt down on one knee on the ground again.

"Then, please protect me, Dazai-san."

He raised his head, the corners of his slightly raised lips exuded a bit of tenderness, and those clear eyes also contained a sincere light.

Osamu Dazai looked down at him, his eyes were full of reflections of himself, like a knight's most loyal promise to his king.

Just like this, there is a strange sense of satisfaction in mastering everything about this person.

"on the contrary……"

The young man in front of him lowered his head slightly, his eyes were faintly visible in the broken hair shaking on his forehead.

His voice is so soft and clear that it reminds people of a gurgling stream in the forest.

Afterwards, he leaned down, put his lips close to the back of Osamu Dazai's hand, and kissed lightly on a small joint of the ring finger that he held.

"—I will offer my allegiance to you."

"Mr. Dazai."

The author has something to say: Although Dazai is delicious in this chapter, don’t climb the wall. Although Dazai will flirt with Izumi Ren online in the next chapter, don’t climb the wall.Although Osamu Dazai is still delicious later, don't!Climb the wall!

Because I have written the protagonist and Chuya kiss, the cp will not be changed!

But allow me to shout, the sultry Osamu Dazai is awesome! !I had a great time writing it! !The next chapter is more fun hehehe, let’s play~~

There is no lock in the last chapter, so I said that my writing is sound, hehe, but just in case there is a typo or something, I will not modify it.

I felt everyone's enthusiasm in the comments, this time I will put 80 red envelopes, the next chapter will still be updated at zero o'clock, okay~

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Thanks to the big guys for feeding, I experienced the feeling of being raised once x is the same as the article I wrote (cover my heart), hehehe.

Well, wait until Tuesday to add more!Absolutely more!

感谢在2020-05-2821:00:00~2020-05-3012:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep water torpedo: Dawn Sky 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the shallow water bomb: Agnie 1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Dawn Sky, 1 jujube;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 2 in Wenhuang every day; 1 in Agnie;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Song Cheng, Li SAMA, Yi Mu Yu Yi, Cranky Old Sister, 1 in Wen Huang Zhong every day;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：举个栗字65瓶；离SAMA52瓶；「腐」兔子、浅花迷人、糖罐20瓶；桃之夭夭16瓶；余生、污哼哼、wthn10瓶；Elvitr9瓶；不愿透露姓名的路人甲7瓶；大疯子、施妄者、楼封茶、30453051、永乐长安5瓶；陳星河大帝4瓶；蜡烛上的光芒3瓶；静静静静静嘉、燕赵歌2瓶；宋城、咕咕鸪、我超凶、雯、云海泛上、每天都在文荒中1瓶；

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