In order to survive, I do many jobs

The smooth wings glide across the clouds, the deep blue ocean is like a gem embedded in the eye, and misty mist is sprayed between breaths.

Birds fly from the branches, and the plane above the clouds shuttles along the established trajectory.Human beings are omnipotent by means of tools, no supernatural powers are needed, and everyone can get rid of gravity with just a small air ticket.

The world expected by Fyodor the Devil, where there are no people with supernatural abilities, and the world that Bishuiliu expects, where everyone has supernatural abilities, are like two branches of human self-selection.No matter what the end result is, people who are trying to survive for their own peaceful daily life will always work hard and earnestly to survive.

The exuberant vitality that burns my blood, and my anticipation for the unknown every day is the proof that I have tried my best to survive.

"It's so high. If you jump from here, there will be no ashes left." Osamu Dazai, a representative of mourning culture sitting next to me, said expectantly. He looked at the same scenery, but his little brain was always the same as that of a normal person. It's quite different, I don't understand the world of fine script.

"Yeah, if it happens to fall into the mouth of a hungry shark with a big mouth, it's a good thing to have the best of both worlds." I said casually, "It's quite meaningful to save a life that is about to die of starvation." It's also very environmentally friendly.

"Hey, I don't want such an unpleasant death." Osamu Dazai showed disgust, "Of course the best thing is to die in love with a beautiful lady. Who would die in the belly of a shark?"

"But, if you enter the water from a shark, the body will be eaten by the fish in the water sooner or later, right?" I pulled out my biological common sense, "Strictly speaking, there is no difference. By the way, if you try to demolish the cabin now , we will all be forcibly repatriated.”

Not only will he be forced to repatriate, but he will also lose money, and maybe he will be directly blacklisted by this airline.More importantly, Mr. Nakaya was not there, and neither of us, the five war scum, had the strength to break out of the window.

I heard that before joining the port mafia, Mr. Nakaya has done feats of skyrocketing to [-] miles and skyrocketing to hijack planes. He also said in a terrifying way, "I will kill all the people in the port mafia." The classic villain lines.

He then joined the port mafia not long after uttering those words.He has also become one of the five major cadres and a living sign of the Hong Kong gangsters. He does his best to work overtime for the organization every day, and he can be called the number one model worker in Hong Kong gangsters.

Face slaps are always so unexpected. Mr. Nakaya’s story teaches us not to stand up fg casually, lest we be sold and pay for it.

"Tch, Qianye is not romantic at all." Osamu Dazai turned his head away from talking to me, muttering strange words to himself, like a large autistic mushroom.

I'm just telling the truth that everyone dare not tell, don't escape from reality, my friend.

I, who believe in science, cannot communicate with the vexatious guardian.The only good thing is that I am sitting by the window. If Osamu Dazai is really going to die, I still have time to act first before the flight attendant sister throws us out.

I, a self-reliant and independent girl, am on a seven-day trip to Hawaii with a humanoid self-propelled bandage device.

During this trip, he is responsible for eating, drinking and having fun, and I am responsible for all matters other than eating, drinking and having fun. The division of labor is clear and there is no problem.

To put it simply, all the plans for this trip are arranged by me. Osamu Dazai is only responsible for being chased by me, wandering from one place to the next, and it is good to be my camera stand and bag guard on the way.

"I have booked a car and helpers before, they will help us send our luggage to the hotel, and we can go to the show directly." I took my small book to compare the itinerary, and pouted unhappily, " The entry process is also too cumbersome.”

Although the spider is my younger brother, he has pomp as the boss and I also have face, but I still have to say that this man's arrogance is shown in every detail

The security check process is more complicated than that of Belmode's big stars. The list of items that are not allowed is comparable to a buffet menu. I entered the rules one by one, and I am very sure that the spider is a picky tortoise.

──At first glance, he doesn't look like an honest kid who will obediently admit to a new boss.

I looked at the face of Chi Nian in the brochure. The spider-like tattoo was carved around the eyes, sharp and sharp.With the attainments of my gods, I am sure that he is a prosperous Sirius, ambitious, and ready to usurp the throne.

Coincidentally, so did I.

But unfortunately, I am a windy girl with perfect mobility, and my friend, you are too slow.The usurping of the throne is a matter of the right time, place and people. If the auspicious day comes up, I will not be ashamed of the previous leaders.

If you hesitate, you will lose.Resolutely give it for free, you see, I will do it as soon as I say it, and send a bullet straight to the ancestors to meet God, and Lucifer shouted beer.

Although I really want to teach you the esoteric knowledge of usurping the throne, but this life has no chance, let's be a pair of plastic masters and apprentices in the next life.

The large luggage was transported to the reserved hotel, and Osamu Dazai and I mingled empty-handed among a group of fanboys and girls holding huge light signs, and took the light stick that came with the special seat from the bewildered eyes of the security inspector. Fumbling to find his place in a dark field.

At the front, the viewing seats in the center of the special seats are decent.

The protagonist of this performance—the world-renowned illusionist Gunner von Goldberg II, code-named Spider in the real world, belongs to the Cult of Worshiping Mackerel, and is temporarily the only member of the organization who is not a victim of my ability.

The profession of illusionist is usually active in the mafia families in Italy. His mysterious style of mist and undecipherable ability make the enemy frightened.Deceiving the senses, defrauding the five senses, and confusing the real with the fake are all their forte.

While waiting for the show to start, I popped a lollipop and held it in my mouth. While recalling information about illusionists, I wondered which school of illusion my friend Yukimura-kun is the descendant of.

Although his ability to eliminate the five senses is very buggy, Yukimura-kun's main attack method is actually a murderous tennis ball that can destroy the world... Hey, white teeth, this young man has something, a dangerous reserve.

I hold two fluorescent sticks in my hand, the unused plastic sticks are light in color.I broke it along the shaft bit by bit, with a crisp sound, and the small light spots that gradually lit up the color were like flowing galaxies, and finally gathered in the palm of my hand.

The light sticks with excellent toughness can be bent at will, and I connected them at the end to form a loop like a ouroboros.

"Here." In the dark, I grabbed Osamu Dazai's wrist and put the finished fluorescent bracelet on his wrist bone.

The slender wrist couldn't hold the loose bracelet, it stuck on a small protruding hand bone of Osamu Dazai, looking like it couldn't fall off.

The bright lemon yellow illuminated the overlapping palms of mine and him, and I let go, watching the sleeves of Osamu Dazai's windbreaker fall naturally, covering the source of light, leaving only a little inconspicuous starburst, as if holding it up with the sleeves. There was a small group of fireflies.

"In this way, it's easy to find even if you get lost." I explained, not feeling that there was anything wrong with my tone of coaxing the child.

Osamu Dazai doesn't like noisy places with too many crowds. I still remember how he was unhappy during the last comic exhibition.The difference is that, compared to the irritability and indifference that he couldn't hide before, he now has a better grasp of emotions. Just looking at his expression, some people even think that he looks very happy. There seems to be nothing wrong with it?

Impossible, if a performance can make Osamu Dazai happy, I am willing to take him to see a new circus every day, and it will not be the same every day.A hell-level achievement that is difficult for a top-notch cross talk player to achieve. Can a spider be a better manga player than me?

Osamu Dazai raised the hand that I put on the bracelet, and the cuff of the windbreaker drooped under the action of gravity. He shook his arm slightly, and the loose bracelet dangled back and forth on his thin wrist, reflecting his eyes. Light and dark.

I was putting another mint green fluorescent bracelet on myself, when Osamu Dazai suddenly grabbed my wrist, and it was side by side with his hand with unknown traction.

"Look, Qianye, adding an iron chain, doesn't it look like handcuffs?" Dazai Osamu rubbed his bracelet against mine, making a crisp collision sound, "Eliminate the possibility of being separated from the source──not very Is it great?"

Why is this man so out of his mind?Your handcuffs are made of plastic, where did the bean curd project come from?

Even real handcuffs sound like none of us can't pick a lock in a second.

"Mr. Dazai means... want a child's anti-lost bracelet?" I stretched out my hand with a complicated expression, and pointed carefully to a young mother next door and her unlucky son. Toy, no matter how bad the brat is, his old mother can always grab him by the ear.

Hearing that, Osamu Dazai froze, dropped my hand expressionlessly, and turned his head to sulk.

He is really difficult to understand, did I do something wrong again?

With question marks all over my head, I silently took out my phone and searched for the same model. It was quite cheap and practical, and the invention of modern people is really amazing.Mr. Oda Saku, who is alone with five children, must really need this baby-carrying artifact. Will he consider making an order with me if he is kind?

While I was shopping around, the audience gradually arrived, and the performance began to warm up.

In the dark hall, loud noises flooded in like a tide, and the big lights lit up from the center of the stage were colorful, red, white, blue, and purple passing by in turn, blinding my eyes unexpectedly.

Damn light pollution, can you be a little more environmentally friendly?What's so good about rainbow colors, green eyes protect your eyes, quickly change them all to green!

Under the colorful light, I squinted at the golden rotating big light ball above my head, and savored this seemingly old disco-style light show in my heart, deeply worried about the taste of my classmates.

If he still likes heavy metal music, I think the identity of a radio dj may be more suitable for him than an illusionist.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my illusion show." The blond man who slowly appeared from the lifting platform stroked his chest and saluted, slowly raised his haughty eyes, the spider tattoo stretched his feet unruly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like Most standard vernier calipers.

I bit the hard candy in my mouth with a click, and while chewing the candy residue, I watched indifferently as the people on the stage raised their hands gracefully, and a mysterious illusion spread from the edge of the stage.

Fortunately, friends, the special seats are still some distance away from the stage, otherwise Osamu Dazai would be here, and today's performance would turn into a car accident scene in seconds, and there would be a performance accident.

"God said that there must be light, so there is light." The master of the stage held a slender baton and waved it in the air, "I said this is heaven, and the gate of heaven will open for me."

As soon as his words fell, a colorful kite bird bloomed from the baton, waving its colorful wings in exclamation and surrounded the scene for a week, and quietly extinguished under the background special effect of blooming petals.

The appearance of the kite bird is just the opening show. Magical animals that only exist in legends leap out from the baton of the stage master, or fly or dance, and pass by the audience. People can't help stretching their hands. Touch to test their truth.

"My God! I met them! They are real!" Soon, the first person who ate the crab stood up excitedly and shouted.Instead of disrupting the order of the show, his actions aroused the interest of more audience members, and they scrambled to reach out to touch the magical creature closest to them.

The land of singing birds and fragrant flowers, Taoyuan Township full of white rabbits, waterfall springs full of sweet wine... I smell the intoxicating aroma of wine in the air, and the fluffy rabbits rubbed past my feet, slipping away from the skin like clouds .

Illusionists, also known as dreamers, use lies to fabricate dreams, deceive the truth with falsehoods, and present a fantasy dream for the audience.

I leaned over to pick up a rabbit that was trying to slip past my feet, and held it up for Osamu Dazai to see.

The white and tender little rabbit moved its pink earlobes, its small tail trembled slightly, and a pair of red eyes innocently looked at the human in front of it.

The young man's slender fingers slid past the white rabbit, and the artificial illusion disappeared under his touch.Osamu Dazai's fingertips were empty, without even a trace of warmth.

Osamu Dazai cast his eyes down and glanced at the dark void around him boredly, because of the existence of disqualification in the world, no matter how beautiful the illusion is, he cannot get close to him at all.

He can never feel what people can touch, and there are loopholes wherever people look.

Osamu Dazai was about to withdraw his hand when his pupils suddenly dilated slightly.

I let go of the hand holding the air, not surprised that the rabbit disappeared.I clasped my palms together, clamped Osamu Dazai's hand in the palm of my hand, flipped it out quickly, and pulled out a large handful of white rabbit toffee like a magic trick.

"Qiang Qiang! Newly learned magic, are you surprised?" I blinked and showed him the candy in my hand as if offering a treasure.

"Huh?" Dazai Osamu was stunned for a moment, and the disappearing smile returned to his lips. He lowered his head slightly, moved closer to me, and counted the number of candies in my hand seriously.

"It's amazing, I was taken aback." Dazai Osamu bent his fingers and took away two toffees, leaving itchy marks on my palm with his fingertips.

"Don't touch it randomly, it's so itchy..." I couldn't help laughing, and leaned on Osamu Dazai with a hand full of candies.

Candies full of milk flavor were sprinkled on his windbreaker, and the round candies rolled all the way. Osamu Dazai hurriedly caught the candies that almost fell to the ground, feeling a little flustered for a while.I didn't go to help either, I was making trouble by the side.

The fluffy and soft white feathers floating down from the sky dissipated like foam the moment they touched us. I yawned softly, looked at the happy faces of the people around me who were immersed in the illusion, and looked at the hands on the stage. The illusionist with the baton.

Arrogance, if there is any real arrogance.

I stared at the mocking smile on the spider's lips for two seconds. It's not that I can't understand his thoughts. addicted.

It is not a bad thing to have an arrogant heart, as long as you are ready to be cut down at any time.

I'm more than arrogant.

"Qianye doesn't want to watch the performance?" Osamu Dazai turned his head to me and said, "If you're with me, you won't be able to see anything, right?"

Leaving him, more and better futures are waiting for her, and there is only abyss-like quagmire around him.

"What does that matter?" I kept still and took Osamu Dazai as a pillow, and concentrated on counting my candies, "I've experienced it just now, it's good to see the fake scene. If you want to touch rabbits, you can go to the flower and bird market. You can feed carrots and play with them."

I would rather face the cruelty of reality than the beauty of falsehood.

Squeeze the hard candy in the palm of your hand, rub your thumb and forefinger, and knead the candy paper little by little.Osamu Dazai lowered his head and bit off a small corner of the toffee, and the rich sweet aroma spread from the tip of his tongue.

In the long-sold apartment in Yokohama, the milk-scented shower gel placed on the sink is bubbling in memory.Since then, the person who buys daily necessities at home has changed different types of fragrances according to her preferences, and the only thing that remains unchanged is their coherent breath.

The intimacy hidden in every detail, the tacit harmony of every breath, if the inseparable skin is torn apart, the pain will undoubtedly be the tears that make people die once.

I can't experience the illusion in person, but I don't feel bored either. I can watch with gusto just by the looks of the audience nearby.

"Ganle-chan should like this performance very much." I looked at the bear child next door who opened his mouth wide and forgot to close it and the young mother with tears in his eyes. For Ganle-chan who likes to observe human beings, there are many materials here, It's heaven.

"But Gan Lejiang is not disqualified from the human world, and he will also fall into a hallucination, so he can't get materials, what should we do..." I rested my chin and thought about it, and a small light bulb lit up on my head, "Yes! Dazai-san can just lend Ganle-chan his hand!"

"Forgive my refusal, I just want to hold the hand of the beautiful young lady, men will hinder my breathing." Osamu Dazai waved his hand with disgust on his face, as if chasing flies, "Don't mention other things when you are with me I would be jealous of a man's name, Qianye."

"Gan Le Jiang is a female name..." I questioned, "I was just thinking about my little sister, and I didn't mention other men's names."

Didn't Osamu Dazai get over her cognition by now?Orihara Linya, you can't.

"Yawn, sleepy." Osamu Dazai rubbed his eyes under the light-polluted light show, "Let's go back to the hotel to sleep after the show, it's getting late."

"Yeah." I nodded twice, looked at the spider on the stage, and thought about how to get him to come out to worship the mountain and recognize the new boss.

The first impression between people is very important. When meeting me, the head of the Mackerel Cult must be more formal, and the majesty of the leader cannot be lost.Should I take the cool, handsome, domineering route or the simple and unpretentious little swan route?Or learn from the winery and follow the dark and mysterious style of mature women?

When I got back to the hotel and said goodnight to Osamu Dazai who was sleeping in the room next to me, I still couldn’t come to a conclusion.

"Ah ah, who will save my choice phobia, if I can't make up my mind, I will wear my school uniform to see him!" I plucked two handfuls of my stupid hair, and almost pulled myself bald.

The Bingdi school uniform is elegant and connotative, but also cute and cute. There are a lot of hidden embroidery patterns in the details. Whether it is attending a state banquet or an underground bar, there is nothing wrong with it. Choose a phobia Good medicine for patients.

While I was thinking about whether wearing a school uniform would weaken the majesty of the boss, someone knocked on my door with two beeps.

In the middle of the night, which distinguished guest comes to the door?

I glanced through the cat's eyes, and there was no one outside the door, as if it was an anonymous ghost who just knocked on my door, and would shyly get into the ceiling when it saw people.

I opened the door, only to see a gold-plated invitation letter lying quietly on the scarlet carpet in front of the toe of my shoe.

"Play this game with me?" I laughed immediately, raised my eyebrows and picked up the invitation letter sprayed with a light woody fragrance.

"Sao Bao." I complained unceremoniously, and simply and rudely opened this seemingly sincere but arrogant letter, and the fluent English cursive characters came into view.

"You are sincerely invited...to visit his studio...I am very much looking forward to my arrival...ha--interesting." I read out the sentences on the invitation letter word by word, and my eyes were irritated by the concatenated letters It hurts, and I really want to call my English teacher to beat him up for a round.

Print me, you insincere fellow!

After glancing at the time and place, I casually rubbed the carefully prepared letter paper and threw it into the hotel trash can without looking back.

The ball of paper hit the inner wall of the trash can, making a crisp "snap" sound. I fell back on the bed among the random piles of clothes, and stretched leisurely.

"It's been a long time since someone provoked me like this. It's quite novel." I said to myself, "Tongtong, why do you think he is doing this?"

To express their naive and immature resistance, the protagonist in the boy manga always has to go through this process to subdue his subordinates.My system keeps pace with the times, and the reasons given are very convincing, give it a thumbs up.

But, I won't get angry because of the childish resistance of my subordinates, as long as he is a tool person who can make money for me, everything is fine.The performance is up to the standard, and it is not a problem to be late and leave early. I am the boss of Sanhao.

I'm not as wicked as a spider. I like to see the victim's emotions change because of his own abilities. Is he a pervert?

Although, it's really funny to say something about my vicious person in the first second who looks like a mommy in the next second.The greater the contrast, the louder the slap in the face. He thought he was catching a turtle in a urn, but he didn't know that he was leading a wolf into the house.

"Since I got the werewolf card, why don't I go to the appointment dressed as Little Red Riding Hood?" I picked up a maple-red suit and gestured twice on my body, "Tongtong, look at me as fierce——oooh!"

system……

Whatever you say, be what it is, can I still refute you (smile of the old father).

The author has something to say about Qianye, my super fierce jg

System you are cute, everything you say is right jg