After drawing Zhongye SSR

Maki suddenly laughed.

It was as if Tuosi had told a big joke, she laughed so hard that her whole body trembled, and the umbrella fell to the ground.

The sky-blue umbrella rolled a few times on the sidewalk before being blocked by a bush.

Maki didn't pick it up.She straightened up and wiped the normal saline from the corners of her eyes.

Tosi looked at her and said, "Actually, you will be cuter if you smile more."

"Thank you."

Maki returned to his usual expressionless face.

"You think what I said was a joke?"

"No," Maki said, "I didn't expect a truth to come out of your mouth, Dostoevsky."

There is no truth in the adult world.

No one understood this better than she did—as a real 15-year-old, she was used to intrigue with relatives who were at least twice her age.

She had learned not to trust anyone.

Tuo Si looked at her with a little surprise - this was the first expression he showed from the heart today.

Unlike the previous appearances made by actors on the stage, Tosi looked at Zhenji with a slightly wary expression.

He looked at Maki coldly, watching the rain-soaked cloak on the little girl, her brown hair turning a darker color.

Finally he said, "If the Laughing Man has any moves, I will tell you."

Maki watched him leave.

Then, the rain on the head was suddenly blocked.

Dazai Osamu, who had changed into ordinary clothes, stood behind her, holding a pure black umbrella: "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Maki turned around: "Are you worried about me?"

"You may think so."

Osamu Dazai picked up Maki's umbrella and handed it to her: "It's getting late—will Fitzgerald take you back?"

Maki nodded.

Osamu Dazai saw that she had opened her umbrella, so he took a few steps away from her.

He looked at this somewhat complicatedly... probably could be regarded as his sister's little girl.

The rain covered her expressionless face, and she looked a little sad for no reason.

He had always felt that Maki was not very similar to him.

But now, he seems to see the original self, the self in the port Mafia before meeting Oda Sakunosuke.

"Maki."

Maki turned around suspiciously.

Osamu Dazai looked at her seriously: "Actually, if you want, you can call me brother."

Zhen Ji tilted his head in doubt: "What medicine did you take wrong?"

She walked to Fitzgerald's car and waved to him: "If you take the wrong medicine, don't hang around outside, good night, Mr. Dazai."

Seeing Maki, Fitzgerald breathed a sigh of relief, put down the business magazine in his hand, and said to Maki, "How is it?"

"Negotiations have broken down." Maki shrugged.

She was not going to tell Fitzgerald the details of the matter.

Just like she is not ready to fully believe in the information that Tosi will provide in the future.

Fitzgerald didn't know whether he was disappointed or sighed in relief, and asked her, "Then about the ginseng thing you mentioned earlier?"

"That cooperation has nothing to do with this," Maki thought for a while, "After about three months, I will be able to make so much—can I sell it?"

Fitzgerald looked at the gesture of the girl's strokes, and squinted his eyes: "Are you underestimating me?"

Zhen Ji said lightly: "Then it will be hard for you then."

*****

When he got home, Chuuya hadn't come back yet.

Maki breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise she really didn't know how to explain her embarrassment now - the whole body was drenched, although it was already summer and the temperature wasn't too low, but after all, it wasn't the midsummer kind of outside Walking around can dry up most of the weather, but Maki is still dripping wet.

Maki took off his drenched cloak, squeezed it dry in the bathroom, and threw it into the washing machine downstairs.The school uniform was thrown in at the same time.

She casually changed into a piece of home clothes, covered her head with a towel, and then began to organize the next schedule.

At the top of the schedule, it was written in conspicuous red handwriting: [Ten days before the sports festival].

There are still ten days.

But Maki is not ready at all - not just physical skills and abilities, there are many other things to do.

"By the way," she remembered something, "Fourth, I remember you said that if you are halfway through the main mission five, you can start the next mission at the same time?"

System: [It is detected that the progress of the main task five is greater than or equal to 50%, and the condition is met. 】

System: [Start the main task 7: Upgrade to LV.[-] or above before the completion of the main task [-].Whether to accept: (yes/no: can be erased). 】

Maki accepted the task, frowned and thought, "What's the matter with this time limit?"

System: [It is for the safety of the host. 】

Maki: "The truth of the so-called book is dangerous?"

System: [Sisi doesn't know either, don't ask Sisi. 】

Maki sighed.But things have come to this point, and she can't control the progress of the main task five - she can't always have opportunities in front of her, but don't even look at them.

It doesn't suit her style.

So I can only quickly upgrade to LV.7.

Maki took a look at his experience bar—above LV.5, the experience bar of each level is scary. Maki recharged more than 200 million in one go after the auction before, but LV.5 to LV.6 The experience bar of LV.7 is less than half gone - Maki can't even imagine how long the experience bar of LV.[-] will be.

Originally, I thought it would be best to unlock the card damage function before the sports festival.

But now it seems that it is pure wishful thinking.

Maki sighed and crossed this off the schedule.

Maki's cell phone rang a few times—she picked it up, and Hitomi Mishima called to her from over there: "Maki, are you okay?"

Maki asked doubtfully, "What can I do?"

Hitomi Mishima: "The more I think about it, the more I feel that what you said this afternoon is not right, it's like confessing your last words—you're not going to do something dangerous, are you?"

Maki thought to herself, in fact, the dangerous thing has already been done - she will say so in detail just in case.She was afraid that what happened in the amusement park before, when she was in a coma for a week, she had no place to cry.

"Of course not, I'm fine at home."

Maki turned his pen: "To be more specific, I want to arrange the itinerary well, and the sports festival will be held soon."

Mishima Hitomi just remembered that Maki originally wanted to go to the Hero Department.Because Maki had a good time in the management department, she had to forget about it.

However, after seeing so many powerful people in the Hero Division, even though he has great confidence in Maki, Hitomi Mishima still couldn't help being a little worried: "Maki, is it really all right?"

"...Maybe." Maki herself was not quite sure.

"Let's not talk about me now," Maki said, "How are your preparations going?"

Hitomi Mishima glanced at the grade group of the business department, and said with a smile, "Everyone is very motivated."

Sports festivals are generally the home of the Hero Division.

Their business department can only do a small business, and use the actual situation to teach skills classes and the like-but this year's business department has a real record.

Of course, I am not satisfied with just doing a small business.

"There are already several specific plans, I will integrate them and make a decision at that time." Hitomi Mishima's voice was a little excited.

Maki: "Don't push yourself too hard."

Hitomi Mishima is her friend after all, and she doesn't want her to be too tired.

"After all, Maki also spent a lot of money to strengthen my personality," said Hitomi Mishima, "it can't be wasted."

As soon as he put down his phone, there was a knock on Maki's door.

Maki opened the door and saw that Zhong also brought her milk as usual - said "as always", but it had actually been suspended for several days before this.

After the previous auction, Maki and Zhong were also a little uncomfortable. They were obviously in the same villa, and they didn't see each other for more than 3 minutes every day.

Maki's always cold eyes softened a lot when he saw Chuya: "...Mr. Chuya?"

"I saw your clothes in the washing machine, so I'll wash them for you first." Zhongya said, "It looks like you're all wet, didn't you bring an umbrella?"

Zhen Ji looked away guiltily: "I forgot."

"Be careful of catching a cold." Chuya said, and then hesitated before handing her the milk, "Do you want to drink brown sugar ginger water?"

Maki: "There's no ginger at home."

……Too.

Nakaya had no choice but to give up, and after reminding Maki to take a hot bath earlier, he went out.

Maki's schedule was only halfway through when there was another knock on the door.

She found it a bit strange—generally, Zhong also knew that she was going to study, and would interrupt her at most once a night.

When he walked to the door, Zhenji smelled a faint smell of wine—very faint, similar to the thing called R○O before time travel, which was more like a drink than wine.

The orange-haired man held a transparent cup in his hand, which contained a hot red liquid, and a brown hollow stick was inserted into the liquid.

"Looked for it, there is cinnamon at home." Zhong also handed her the cup, "Cinnamon mulled wine, try it?"

Maki said helplessly: "Under the age of 21, you can't drink alcohol, Mr. Nakaya."

Mr. Nakahara Nakaya, a cadre of Mafia at the port, who started racing and drinking 800 years ago, scratched his head guiltyly: "All the alcohol should have evaporated."

Maki is actually just kidding.

She took the mulled wine and took a sip—it didn't taste like wine, just sweet and sour, with the aroma of cinnamon.

Her whole body became warm.

Zhong Yejin asked nervously, "How is it?"

Maki put down the glass: "It's delicious."

Zhong also smiled, stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch her head as usual, but his hand was half a meter away from her, and he paused subtly.

He retracted his hand unnaturally.

Chuya felt subconsciously that he couldn't touch the little girl's head so casually - but he had done such movements very naturally before.

……why?

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