In order to survive, I do many jobs

Holding that ghost doll, I chatted with Q with a smile on my face, and the tears in my heart turned into rain.

Farewell to my sweet dream time Farewell to my good sleep like a pig Farewell to my electricity bills at night.

For a week, at least for a week, I dare not turn off the light to go to the bathroom at night.

My electric bill is whining.

[Obviously someone who died once, why are you still afraid of this, Zai Zai? 】 My system can not understand.

"You don't understand." I said miserably, "Atheists and fear of ghosts don't conflict at all."

Q looks quite cute, but after a few chats, the black mud in the child's heart began to emerge continuously.

When he was about six or seven years old, he was imprisoned by the port mafia in a confinement room without sunlight. Except for occasional tasks, he could not breathe the fresh air outside at all.

There is one thing to say - he is so blunt.

No one can afford the consequences of releasing Q, especially since he himself was full of newspaper thoughts at a young age.

It might be better to be taught by a patient and gentle person from an early age, I thought uncertainly.

Mr. Dazai can be the instructor of Q, but I only chatted with Q for a while and found that he is full of malice towards Osamu Dazai, and seems very reluctant that his ability will be eliminated.

I understand, supernatural beings are really panicked when faced with the ultimate anti-powerful device, just like a programmer encountering a BUG, ​​bald warning.jpg

Therefore, people should not rely too much on their own abilities. In a rapidly developing society, compound talents have a better way out.

To learn ah!

Where are the people in the black organization?My learning soul is already burning, where is the teacher you agreed to share with me?

Vodka, extremely inefficient and unreliable adults, bad review.

"Okay, the time for chatting is over, let's go back to Qianye-chan." Mr. Dazai clapped his hands and interrupted my chat with Q.

Realizing that visiting hours were over, I returned Mr. Doll to Q, and waved him, "See you next time."

"Don't you have Mr. Puppet?" Q asked me reluctantly, "Don't they even buy you a doll?"

?I'm 15, I'll be a reliable adult soon, what do I want a doll for?Playing dress up barbie games?

Childish and mature, I only like galgames, and the doll will not confess to me shyly, and ask me shyly if I want to date her.

... There is such a doll, and I always feel that if I refuse it, I will die. It's so scary.

But I can't dampen the child's enthusiasm, the little pity has asked me so, I have to coax, and I have to coax if I don't want to.

"I don't need them to buy it for me, I can sew dolls myself." I was speechless, completely unaware of what I said.

Tomorrow I want to slap me to death, I regret it.

"Really? Sister Qianye is amazing!" Q looked at me with admiration.

I can't stand the sparkle in my eyes!

"That's right, my sister is so good. Next time I meet, I will show you the dolls I sewed by myself. They can be the perfect artwork for a boutique shop." I boasted.

Mr. Dazai and I left the confinement room. The air here has an unpleasant smell, and my mood has become a little bit gloomy.

Osamu Dazai will not do things for no reason, he suddenly brought me to see Q, it was a warning to me.

A person with supernatural abilities in the mind control department will end up like Q if he is not careful.

It is the most stupid way to entrust your own safety to others. Osamu Dazai intended to further domesticate me, but I have strengthened my determination to connect with multiple organizations.

My superpower is so easy to use, who wouldn't want it?Only when there is competition can there be value, so I can redouble my efforts to create a relatively bright future for myself.

Isn't the port mafia the only organization in this world, all useful supernatural beings have to be taken over by your family?How can there be such a good thing!

I belong to the wealth of the country!

"Can Qianye-chan do handicrafts?" On the way back, Mr. Dazai stopped holding me. He put his hands in his coat pockets and asked casually.

"No, I've never tried it before." I said in a low voice, "I've been obsessed with ghosts for a while..."

No, no, look at my nimble fingers, I have to believe in my exquisite talent, it's just manual work, I go back and read books all night, but I don't believe that I made a doll that can see.

I rekindled my fighting spirit.

When I returned to Mr. Dazai’s office, I was not in the mood to play games at all. At this time, I received an email from Yukimura-kun, asking me if I want to buy high school teaching materials together and preview them in advance.

Is this the consciousness of being the first in the grade?I was so impressed.

It's a rare time when there is no summer homework, and you still want to buy the questions yourself?You can buy it yourself, but you still want to drag me into the water?

Yukimura Seiichi, you devil, the friendship between us is dead.

Have you seen this flower of friendship?I was eaten.

How can I find an excuse to reject him?I have too many part-time jobs and no free time?

But I used to be from a well-to-do family, so there was no reason for me to suddenly work like crazy. He would definitely persuade me to put my studies first.

Tell him the truth, and he'll probably call on his friends in the tennis club to raise money for me to try and save the teenage girl.

What a disgrace, the face of the Mafia cannot be trampled like this.

No, if he finds out that I am now a member of the Port Mafia, I won't be able to take off the title of Missing Girl!

In order to prevent me from suddenly dropping out of school and rushing to the embrace of social people, he will definitely cooperate with my homeroom teacher to visit my home, in case I hit the scene of my task and be killed by Mr. Dazai...

I shook my head desperately to shake off the discordant scene in my mind.

Things have come to this point, I can only risk my life to accompany Junzi, I hold my mobile phone, look at Mr. Dazai eagerly, expressing my mood that I want to go out now.

Mr. Dazai was putting his legs up on the table, looking at the computer for some unknown reason. When he saw me coming, he reluctantly gave me half a look, took my mobile phone and glanced at it.

"Okay." He said indifferently. I took the opportunity to ask about leaving early, and I was relieved when I got the reply that the whole attendance was still there.

Mr. Dazai speak well today, I suspect that he has some conspiracy, but unfortunately I can't guess the inner world of the black mud spirit at all.

"Qianye-chan, I've always been curious about one thing." Mr. Dazai said suddenly, I was startled, and I raised 12 points of vigilance.

"The first time you saw Ango and Zhong, you used supernatural powers, right?"

I didn't understand, so I nodded, yes, didn't he know.

"Then, is your friendship with this Yukimura-kun due to your supernatural ability, or something else?"

"Don't you think it's absurd to gain trust and friendship only because of supernatural powers?"

There was no sarcasm in Dazai-san's voice, just pure curiosity, and I recognized that, so I didn't get angry.

"You misunderstood." I said frankly, "I don't know how to use my powers on my friends. I haven't made a single friend after three years of classmate, and I haven't failed to that extent."

"And my ability can't force me to make friends. Trust and friendship are two different things, right?" I'm so wronged.

"As for Mr. Ango, I'm sorry." I said seriously.

I will still do this again, not because of anything else, Mr. Ango is my referrer who is going to get on the line of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and I am bound to gain his trust.

They are all going to be two-year-olds. Why don't I use such a convenient ability?I am not stupid.

And the innocent Mr. Chuya...it's all your fault, okay?If it weren't for your weird request, why would I go to persecute the simple Mr. Chuya!

Osamu Dazai, it's unreasonable to beat him up.

I packed up my things and happily left early under the supervision of my boss.

Miss from the finance department, remember my attendance duck!

"Lulululu, martyrdom, you can't do it alone, but you can do it with two people, uh~"

I hummed Mr. Dazai's Song of Sacrifice for Love. Its melody was so brainwashing, it was like eating Hyun Mai, and I couldn't stop it.

Mr. Nakaya who passed by gave a thumbs up.

Going home and changing into my black suit, which reminds me of the reality that I am a social animal.When I think that the taste of the black organization is also in black, I suddenly feel that the future is not bright.

I'm going to wear a pink and tender skirt today to bring back my girlish heart!

Pink jk with white shoes, I put on a baseball cap, and stood in front of the mirror full of energy, regaining my identity as a student.

Yukimura-kun asked me to meet at the bookstore. In addition to teaching materials, he also purchased supplies such as drawing boards, paints, and sketchbooks.

That's right, Yukimura-kun is a big painter, who has both the physique of a sports boy and the delicate and sensitive nerves of a painter, as well as a stylish black belly, standing firmly at the pinnacle of Tachikai's popularity.

I turned my little fox wallet upside down, counted out the funds used to invest in my studies, held a few banknotes, and lamented my poverty again.

No matter how poor you are, you can't afford poor education. I still have this awareness!In order to be worthy of my money, I will definitely find the whole free time to read it.

Studying, part-time job, making money, undercover, oh, and sewing, my life is happy, sunny and fulfilling.

"Yukimura-kun, long time no see~" I greeted happily, the young man in front of me will continue to be my big daddy in my studies and career in the next three years, thinking of this, I see his eyes are a bit more loving.

"Long time no see, Qianye." Yukimura Seichi smiled slightly, "Let's go."

He is also a beautiful young man, the one in front of me is so reliable, understanding and interpreting language, unlike the black mud spirit who squeezed me, who threatened me at every turn, and still held the power over my salary.

It is better to keep the communication between people simple, but if money is mixed in, the quality will change.

I was so humble in front of Osamu Dazai, but my legs were broken in front of Yukimura-kun.

I moaned and complained to Yukimura-kun about my unreasonable boss at the part-time place where I was working, and crazily insulted that strange man who jumped into the water at every turn, stole the black card of a well-meaning colleague, and gave overtime warnings when he said nothing.

[Cub!cub!do not talk!Bug! 】The system father broke his heart for me.

Me, instantly petrified.

Don't touch me, I'll break into pieces for you to see.

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Qianye: My life is not long.

Zai: I heard it all