I have a problem with my forum

Forum hot post.

[Subject: Has anyone watched the recent middle school basketball game?Luoshan is number one in the world! [1]】

[Subject: Do you have a strategy for the latest event in the game "Knife Chaos"? [1][2]】

[Subject: "Hunter" combat power ranking released! (There are votes inside)[1][2]]

[Subject: Is anyone talking about the power distribution in Yokohama? (Altar Lord please let me go)]

Aoki Nanzawa frowned and clicked the mouse to enter.

It was published for more than an hour, and there were only four or five layers of replies in it, and the latest reply was 10 minutes ago.

[4L:] Need I say more?Of course the Mafia dominates!The landmarks are so conspicuous.By the way, the landlord, your number is gone.

[5L:] The Supernatural Secret Service Division is the state machine, so come to fight if you don’t accept it

The black-haired boy rested his chin with one hand, and typed quickly with the other hand, setting the permission to prohibit reply.

[Altar Master Q:] Harmonious discussion, sz is prohibited, offenders will be banned for one month.

Unlike other floor number signs on the forum, the close-up of the forum owner's ID is bold.

After he set the permissions, this post can no longer be replied, and a topic that may have been involved in sensitive issues has been eliminated without a trace.

He poured a cup of hot water before returning to the computer.

Aoki Minamizawa is a sophomore in a regular high school in Yokohama.

Not the top grades, not the most likable personality, nothing worth noticing.

The face belongs to the level of "much better than ordinary people", but high school obviously does not look at the face.

What's more, he himself didn't realize much about it.

If there is anything special, he manages a forum called "Aws", with thousands of daily active users at its peak.

Aws, All with secrets.

Translated as "All Secrets", it is an inconspicuous small forum where users can express their opinions freely.

Except for management, all users are anonymous, and they can chat about various topics in reality and virtuality at will, and they can also find like-minded people.

Of course, since it is a minority, it means...

There were thousands of people at the peak, but now there are only a few dozen people, and it is unlikely that there will be a new post a day.

There is no way to compare it with the popular "AQG" website in China and the "Huanhua" forum, which has tens of thousands of daily active users.

After transferring to another school two years ago, Aoki Nansawa was currently living alone.

Dinner is instant noodles.

The black-haired boy lifted the lid, already quite familiar with the taste of rattan pepper.

But it doesn't matter.Next time he buys peppers, sauerkraut, or something else, the taste will be different.

He put his hands together seriously: "I'm starting."

While eating, he lowered his head and switched to his mobile phone to browse the forum.

"It's been so long... there is no new post."

There is no way to compare it with its heyday.

When he was in junior high school, he was handed over to management by the previous altar owner, and the forum has also entered a period of decline since then.

Up to now, the number of active people is very small, and the glorious relics of the past, which can turn pages and discuss dozens of pages, no longer exist.

Buckle buckle.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Aoki there?"

The dark-haired boy opened the door.

When the courier saw him, he showed a familiar expression: "Ah, you are at home alone again."

He dug out something from the courier box, "Mr. Zhong Yuan is not at home today, can I ask you to sign for the courier?"

"Ah, okay."

Aoki Nansawa scratched his head, did not refuse, took the express delivery, and signed his name.

"Excuse me." He politely thanked the courier.

His neighbor, surnamed Zhong Yuan, is a very busy office worker.

There are also many business trips, which are rarely seen on weekdays. This year, the exchanges have gradually increased.

In contrast, he is picky about the quality of life.

Aoki Nanze once helped him receive five couriers and two door-to-door services on his rest day.

[Q: Mr. Zhongyuan, you have a courier with me, do you need to take it apart and look at it? 】

Mr. Nakahara is very busy sometimes, and Aoki Nansawa will also help him.

In fact, he even has the keys to Mr. Zhongyuan's house, but he will not enter other people's houses without permission.

[Mr. Zhongyuan: Express delivery?I haven't bought anything recently, have I? 】

[Q: No?Please think about it carefully, the courier is in my hands, and the sender is...]

[Q: "Go down and down the street in Yokohama, ask who is the father"? 】

No, this... will there be a normal sender with this name?

The courier box is not very heavy, but rather light, Aoki Nansawa checked it over and over.

The packaging is a bit crude, not quite the same as Mr. Nakahara's usual picky aesthetics, and there are dark stains on the corners of the box.

He was still trying to find more information when the phone on the other end vibrated.

The caller's name is "Mr. Zhongyuan".

He put down the courier: "Mr. Zhongyuan."

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused: "Don't worry about the express, I just left the airport, and I will come to you later to get it."

"Did you just come back from a business trip?" Aoki Nanze thought for a while, "Then do I need to put the courier at your home first?"

"No, I'll come get it for you right away."

Aoki Nanze could hear the whistling wind from his side, he knew that Mr. Zhongyuan liked sports cars.

When he was late for school in the morning, he was lucky enough to be picked up. Because of this, he knew better...

"Mr. Zhongyuan, please pay attention to safety when driving, and don't answer the phone."

Chu Fa's man let out a "tsk" before hanging up the phone.

Although he has a bad temper, Mr. Nakahara is actually a very reasonable and good person.

Aoki Nanze thought so, he has received a lot of care from Mr. Zhongyuan since he lived alone, he is actually a very nice person.

15 minute later.

"What about the courier?"

Aoki Nanze opened the door and saw Chu Fa's man standing in front of his door.

There are two households on one floor, and the only residents on this floor are him and Mr. Zhongyuan, who are door-to-door.

Aoki Nanze obediently pointed to the delivery box: "Here."

The young man with brown hair seemed to have just rushed back from the company not long ago.

The suit is neat and tidy, the coat is draped over the shoulders, and the hat and gloves are meticulously worn, with a somewhat cold look on his face.

Seeing the intact courier box, Zhongyuan Zhong also sneered: "It's a shame that the bastard who died and contributed to society has already realized his dream."

He roughly kicked the courier box out of the room, not even bothering to open it.

When you think about it, you know that that bastard can't do good deeds, so it's better for the kid in front of him to look pleasing to the eye.

Aoki Nanze paused: "Mr. Zhongyuan, is this courier... your enemy?"

"Yes, next time this kind of courier, you don't need to accept it, and you don't need to pay attention to it."

To prevent such a naive bastard from being spoiled by Osamu Dazai, that guy knows how to find a woman to die in love all day long.

Zhong Yuanzhong also moved his hands itchyly, ruffling the messy cat's hair.

"By the way, this is for you."

He threw the thing into his arms and watched the latter catch it in a daze.

"I brought it for you," he curled his lips. "Eating instant noodles is not a good habit."

Being smashed into his bosom by the paper bag, Aoki Nansawa froze for a moment before bowing his head.

It was the cake from Eellt's that he used to buy. It was very expensive, and he could afford it without any burden. Now, it's impossible.

"Thank you, Mr. Nakahara."

Chu Fa put his hands in his pockets and turned his head.

The child hugged the paper bag in his arms tightly and smiled at him sincerely.

The hair is softly attached to the side of the face, and the eyes are very bright, very much like the kitten he raised in Lei Ti Street before.

Milk whirring.

People who usually come into contact with the mafia, including Zhongyuan Zhong, are also different.

One of the five major cadres of the port mafia, the gravitational force of the enemy who heard the news, was so emotional.

He himself was not like this when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, but Nan Ze was too obedient, as if there was an ownerless cat living across the door.

The Chufa man glanced at the empty and tidy room, and raised his chin.

"Go to bed early after supper," Mafia said casually, "It doesn't mean...high school students have to get up very early in the morning, right?"

It sounds like Mr. Nakahara never went to high school.

But to be able to work in a big company, such a powerful person must have excellent previous studies.

Aoki Nanzawa nodded, holding the paper bag tightly.

"I'll go to bed early, and so will Mr. Nakahara. Good night."

"Tch, the little devil said good night... Forget it, good night."

Saying goodbye to Mr. Nakahara, Aoki Nansawa returned to the room and cleaned up the mess.

Put the cake sent by Mr. Zhongyuan in the refrigerator, wipe the table and clean up the bowls, and clean the room.

He used to be in poor health and didn't have to do anything at home.I moved here two years ago, and I am slowly becoming self-reliant.

Up to now, except for his identity as the moderator of the forum, he has nothing similar to before.

Ordinary and boring daily life, boring daily life that no one cares about.

Apart from the fact that this face is still pretty good, Aoki Nansawa has lost his sense of existence and has no meaning of existence.

After finishing his homework and taking a shower, the black-haired boy lay on the bed with damp steam in a daze.

His eyes were pure black, clear and bright.

The tails of the eyes are round, like cat pupils, a little childish which is rare in boys.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't log in to the forum, there are no posts that need to be processed.

But he still took out the phone, Aoki Nanzawa spurned himself while opening the forum.

Take a look and go to sleep after confirming that there is nothing unusual.

"..."

Huh?

Like a miracle.

The kid stared wide-eyed, looking at the forum he managed with some surprise.

Flowers bloomed in the barren land, which was almost impossible and something that I never thought about.

[Subject: Huh?Can you post?This is Sword Fusangshin!Is it possible to find our interrogator? 】

[Subject: The Spider Brigade Receives a Reward!welcome us]

[Subject: During the task of beating the enemy's family, this channel can offer a [-]% discount for the first time]

[Subject: The Armed Detective Agency is also accepting business! (Does the altar master really ignore it?)]

The last theme woke him up, and the bewildered altar master came back to his senses.

Aoki Nansawa: "..." What's the situation, can't it be invaded by a virus?

He was really happy to welcome a living person to the lifeless forum.

But as a newcomer, isn't it the most basic courtesy to abide by the rules?

Why are all these people talking to themselves?Are they in a group?

He blinked, like a fried bunny whose carrots were robbed.

Tightening the corners of his lips, the black-haired boy quickly deleted several posts.

At the same time, he published a new post as "the forum master Q", and the post with the red and bold subject line appeared on the top very quickly, which was very eye-catching.

[Subject: Welcome newcomers to the forum, please abide by the rules, thank you]

Forum owner Q: The first rule of the edition is that advertising is not allowed, I hope newcomers can abide by it.

He didn't know what these were, but after a cursory look...

Recruitment of god judges, advertising.

Spider Brigade, ad.

Beat the enemy, ad.

The last Butei, needless to say, is also an advertisement.

There are so few people on the forum, is it worth it for newcomers to set up a group to advertise?

Aoki Nanzawa felt something was wrong.

1L: Support the altar master!The homepage is so cluttered that I am looking for a beautiful girl to die in love~

2L: Altar Master?Excuse me, are you interested in applying for the post of God Judge?The next name is Sanri Yuezong.

3L: Are you a traitor?The Spider Brigade will play by the rules...for now.

These are all strange speeches, Aoki Nanzawa sighed.

But the forum has been so withered, even if there are a few newcomers who play cosplay, it would be nice, so he had to be patient.

Forum owner Q: 1L's suicide fan has been blocked for a month, and there will be another IP block.

Reply 2L: Sorry, are you a regular company?I have not reached the working age stipulated by the state, so I cannot employ child labor.

7L: Qingguang wants to raise his hand too...huh?So it turns out that Shizhi has been employing child labor? !

Without replying to the discussion in the building, Aoki Nansawa rewrote the edition rules carefully.

It had been a long time since there was a newcomer to the forum, he was very familiar with the character of the old man, the suicide lover was an obvious example.

I hope that newcomers can quickly adapt to the forum, so that it will be much more lively.