Ability name The Tale of Genji

The recording will be done next week, and Yuan Xiwu worked harder this week.

It was still the morning tram, still in the familiar position, Yuan Xiwu sat down and greeted the blond man who had been sitting with him for half a month.

"Good morning, Mr. Nanami."

Half a month was enough for Yuan Xiwu to practice a debut song well, and it was also enough for two people who met by chance to gradually become familiar with each other.Although the two did not talk too deeply, the other party has a mature and reassuring aura unique to the elderly, and occasionally talks about the truth between social animals, which makes Yuan Xiwu feel very empathetic.

"Is there no rest day?" The blond man sat upright, uttering slow and low words, "For half a month, it's all morning trains."

"...please don't remind me about the holidays."

If he doesn't mention it, he can barely pretend that there are no such things as holidays in the world.

"Self-deception is meaningless, but it means growing up to a certain extent, like the moment when you find out that the convenience store no longer has your favorite sandwich bread." The blond man, no, Nanami Kento said slowly.He remembered the search results some time ago, and the industries using child labor were very messy on the search page, so he called to inquire.

"This, can this be said..." Yi Dizhi seemed conflicted on the phone, "This, this can't be said..."

He called another person, but the other party remained silent. This kind of encounter made Jianren Qihai fall into silence.

"It's a magician! Qihai!" The person who explained the problem to him raised a thumbs up, "There is a shortage of magicians to send children who haven't graduated to the battlefield!"

Qihai Jianren: "..."

I always thought it was just living among [beep--], so it turned out to be a dirtier group than [beep--].

"Mr. Qihai?" The other party suddenly stopped talking, Yuan Xiwu turned his head in some doubts, and saw that the other party's face cast a large shadow against the light.

"Labor is shit!"

It was so deafening that it made people cry, and Yuan Xiwu, who was also a worker, was in awe.

During training today, Yuan Xiwu kept thinking about bread with vegetables.To be honest, as a qualified social animal (although it is completely invisible on the outside), Yuan Xiwu has a good impression of cheap convenience store food that can provide a lot of calories.It is basically impossible to cook by yourself when you are on a mission, so a bento or a few rice balls are the only spiritual comfort in a difficult mission.

Every time he goes to a place, Yuan Xiwu will definitely check the nearby convenience stores, and remember what kind of fast food is available, so that he can buy it at any time.Vegetable bread is indeed a fast food that has disappeared for a long time, but Yuan Xiwu vaguely remembered that there was still a shop.

Mr. Qihai is also open for half a month, and it is also an early train. If he can give Mr. Qihai a bread with vegetables, maybe Mr. Qihai will also feel comforted.

When Yuan Xiwu was still thinking about this question, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the practice room, it was the secretary of the president of Raging Entertainment, and told him that the president was invited.

The division of labor between Yuan Xiwu and Dazai Osamu is relatively clear. Dazai Osamu has always been responsible for such contact issues, and Yuan Xiwu only needs to practice hard.The other party suddenly bypassed Mr. Dazai and contacted him directly, Yuan Xiwu had many conspiracy theories in his heart, then he clasped the phone in his hand and walked into the president's office.

"You are finally here."

The president of Raging Entertainment, Raging Feng, also has his own unique language art, which complements the shining Japanese-English mix of Saotome, and he is indeed a deadly enemy for many years.Yuan Xiwu stood still and lowered his eyes quietly. With this lowered eyes, the snowy moon seemed to land on his eyelashes.

Raging's phoenix eyelids twitched, he was even a little glad that he had made that decision, that Yuan Xiwu's decision not to vigorously launch any idols during the same period.From the very first moment he saw Genyugiri, Raging Feng knew his potential. Unlike Shining Saotome, Raging Entertainment paid more attention to the commercial value of idols.

And Yuan Xiwu can undoubtedly amass huge wealth! Raging Feng seems to have seen him like a gold swallowing machine, absorbing money and people's fanatical love, but standing alone and free on the stage, just thinking about it, his head will explode because of that beautiful scene .

In front of people other than Mr. Dazai, Yuan Xiwu has always maintained a melancholy image that fits the character design.There was no expression on his face, he just raised his lower eyelashes wearily.

"If you have anything, you can contact my producer."

Raging Phoenix: "..."

Why does his autistic appearance make people want to spend more money? !

"Mr. Xiwu, I have no malicious intentions, I just want to convey a message to your producer more formally through you."

"Raging Entertainment will not vigorously launch any idols during the same period as Yugiri-kun."

Yuan Xiwu's eyelashes moved slightly, and he realized that this meant to tilt all resources to himself.

***

"He's very witty." Osamu Dazai sat leisurely on the chair, "It's tantamount to humiliating yourself to launch any idol in your limelight."

Mr. Dazai is so confident, but Yuan Xiwu is about to suffer from debut phobia.

"Actually, Shining Saotome has already expressed this meaning to me." Osamu Dazai smiled, and he looked at Yuan Xiwu with admiration, as if he was watching a flower that he carefully cultivated and was about to bloom, "No one can overwhelm you , Xiwu, you are crushed."

Yuan Xiwu noticed that Mr. Dazai's address to himself changed, and the polite "Kun" disappeared, replaced by the intimacy of direct name.He thought that after nearly a month of hard work, he finally got the approval of Mr. Dazai. In the future, his headache might still be a little risky from time to time, but it would not be too serious.

Yuan Xiwu, who seemed to have taken the guillotine off his head, deliberately got up early the next day, and ran two streets to buy bread with vegetables.Everyone will grow up and become a suffering adult. Yuan Xiwu himself is also a hard-working social animal, but he feels that at least there is still hope for life.

...Even if he can no longer return to the track of ordinary people.

To Yuan Xiwu's surprise, Mr. Nanami was not on the tram today.All of a sudden, there was one less social animal in all weathers, and Yuan Xiwu felt a little uncomfortable. Then, he felt that today's tram... seemed very wrong.

There were not many people taking the morning bus, but it seemed that there were too few people today.

Although he is not afraid of any unexpected situation that may arise, in a place like Tokyo that lacks the power of port Mafia, Genye Kiri still maintains the utmost caution.He reached into his pocket, touched the mobile phone already equipped with an anti-jamming device, and sent a message silently.

【Mr. Dazai, I'm on the train. 】

There is no need to explain too much, although his getting along with Mr. Dazai is always accompanied by the hidden worry of losing his head, but there is also a unique tacit understanding.

When Osamu Dazai received the news, the subordinate who was about to take over the remnants of the power in Tokyo was kneeling in front of him.He stared at the message fixedly, and suddenly turned his head.

"Just in time, when you just took office, a mission came to you."

"I'll give you 15 minutes to find out—"

"The current situation of the quasi-cadre candidate, Yuan Yugiri."

***

"……What does it mean."

Jianren Qihai, who was stopped at the entrance of the tram, didn't have much expression on his face. He turned his head, and his eyes were blocked by special glasses, which also prevented the low-level conjurer standing opposite him from noticing his emotions.Due to the level gap, the low-level conjurer repeated it.

"Mr. Qihai, a first-class magician, you don't have to be in charge of this magic spirit anymore."

"...Is there any other first-level conjurer who wants to take over?"

Qihai Jianren's tone was very calm.

"No, we plan to surround and kill it." The low-level conjurer said, "The higher-ups decided to use a magic tool to capture this curse spirit."

"...it's not necessarily going to be here today."

"It's been more than half a month, and the magic spirit hasn't appeared again. It must be because there is a magician who has been staying on the tram." The low-level magician was a little impatient, but in front of him was a small number of people. He is one of the super magicians, so he continued to explain, even showing a faint smile because of the content of the explanation.

"This time, there are no conjurers in the car, but there are still some people, enough to serve as bait."

"Mr. Nanami, this is a necessary sacrifice."

Jianren Qihai was expressionless.

He seemed to have heard a more pleasing address for the same well-mannered title as "Mr. Qihai".It was a child with beautiful dark purple eyes. Nanami Kento knew that that slightly ordinary face with a weak sense of presence should not be the real face of the other party, but it didn't matter, if every child was as good at protecting himself as this boy, There won't be so many regrets in the world.

It is this child who not only highly agrees with his social animal truth, but also retains the heart of a gentle child.

【Mr. Nanami, what you said before... about growing up...】

【No, I don't disagree, it's just...】

【Perhaps it still exists somewhere, that kind of bread. 】

[I will try my best to find it, if I can find it, I will bring it to Mr. Qihai tomorrow. 】

[Even if you are a social animal, even an adult, you will occasionally dream about your childhood dreams. 】

Will not do it long ago.

Because the world is shit.

"Mr. Qihai?!"

The low-level conjurer watched helplessly as the blond man walked towards the tram. If he wanted to chase him, he could still catch up with the conjurer's ability, but this was tantamount to disobeying the orders of the higher-ups.

"The magic tool is about to be activated. The car has already undergone a deliberate reduction of personnel, and there are only a few people left!"

"The sacrifice of a few people! Just the sacrifice of a few people! Is it acceptable anyway?!"

Jianren Qihai was unmoved, he had already walked on the track where the entire line was out of service, and looked at the direction in which the tram was going away.The muscles in his legs were tense, and he was about to start when a sudden voice came.

"is it acceptable?"

The young man with iris eyes was wearing a black overcoat that didn't fit well, his right eye was wrapped with a bandage, and his soft and slightly curly dark brown hair made him look a bit refined.

—if ignoring the rows of heavily armed black suits behind him.

"Morning."

He greeted the people present, seemingly friendly, but his pupils were dark and bottomless.

"I'd like to hear why we sacrificed our quasi-cadre candidates..."

"It's acceptable."