Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

It's just a retaliatory move, without too much ambiguous atmosphere.

The expensive dinner dress turned into a complete mess, and the curly-haired boy who was laid down on the bed turned blue.He hit the back of the person on his body with all his strength, his limbs thrashed and struggled, and when the pressure on his neck faded away, he howled, "Okay, stop! Stop, stop, stop!!!"

Fyodor, who was carrying the administrator, made a gesture of surrender, his face expressionless, and he looked extraordinarily innocent compared to his previous excessive behavior.

After all, being able to act out such strong emotional fluctuations was enough to embarrass him.

The atmosphere that was so anxious that it was almost suffocating dissipated, and it was annihilated together with the burning dry wood.Shuji Tsushima, who had regained his freedom, covered his neck and rolled back and forth on the big bed in an exaggerated manner.

The pain gradually disappeared, and the boy suddenly sat up from the soft bed, without any sign of being forced.

He twisted his neck with difficulty, and after a few "cracking" sounds of bones rubbing against each other, he complained, "Ah... my throat hurts, Fei Jia, you are working too hard."

Although this kind of scene is very emotional, all pain can also be adjusted to the lowest value by the administrator account.However, Tsujima Shuji, who pursued authenticity, chose not to debug any data, and the consequence was that his neck hurt half to death.

But compared with his daily hanging, it's still a little short of heat.

Knowing that his lover was deceived by his own death again, Fyodor sighed helplessly, got up and rummaged in the wine cabinet on the side of the room, "Do you want some water?"

The boy with his calves dangling at the corner of the bed shook his head, cleared his throat, and then lay down peacefully on his back on the bed exuding the faint fragrance of laundry detergent, allowing himself to sink deep in it.

"No need, anyway, we have to adjust the data at the end to fake a weak appearance after being treated cruelly in this way." He paused slightly, turned around and continued: "But the next content will be handed over to the administrator account, the main body His physique is too weak to survive at all.”

Fyodor was noncommittal.

The story of the gentle old father who has lost his mind and the poor little daughter-in-law who has a miserable life experience is a decision made by the two directors after a long time of planning.

It is not their original intention to spread dog blood, and the family ethics drama is just a condiment in the plot.More than just making them have more fun, it's about giving someone in the know a stomachache.

Anyway, no matter how their four vests are arranged and combined, the content that will be staged with real guns will never change.

The source of everything is because the resentment of being forced to live apart is so deep that even a long-distance relationship would not be so miserable.

Let a group of people who are clearly in a stable relationship, but because of the busy maintenance of the server, a couple who have held hands a handful of times for three consecutive years can't bear it.

You know, the three-year separation period, even in France, where divorce procedures are extremely cumbersome, is the time limit for submitting a divorce application.

Knowing that he was destined to play crazy these few days, Shuji Tsushima made the decision to use the administrator account instead.

After all, it was too embarrassing for him with his body size.

He dug out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and put it on the bedside table. Fyodor, who was not familiar with the layout of the room, simply clicked on the map and scanned the section map with the convenience of the administrator to get a general understanding of the structure.

"Then I'll prepare the nutrient solution first, and hang water on your body later."

This penthouse apartment arranged by Shuji Tsushima is well-equipped and luxurious. At the same time, there are all kinds of supplies in it, which are enough for two people to live without leaving home for a year, just like a small kingdom.

After all, it was decorated according to the treatment of the wedding room at the beginning, and even if necessary, the ammunition hidden everywhere was enough for them to repel an army.

He said that he was afraid of the pain, but in fact, a certain bandage spirit that would get injured every few days shrank back.He stared at Fyodor who came back with the bottle at some time, curled his lips and said, "Isn't it necessary?"

"The main body number hangs up for three days without eating, and you are the one who suffers in the end." The young man with Mikhail's identity forcefully smashed the other's head, pinched his lover's fleshless cheek, "I have a bad stomach, I Are you eating indiscriminately again?"

Tsushima Shuji muttered weakly, "It's just some canned crab meat and wine..."

With a flash of yellow, the man who had disappeared for a long time for this world government appeared in mid-air out of nowhere, and soon fell to the center of the big bed under the pull of gravity, and then rebounded several times because of the elasticity of the mattress before he could fully recover. Stop face down.

It was Pandora's Actor in a Nazi uniform.

"Hey!" The young man raised his head abruptly, and the bone white mask that covered his facial features disappeared at some point, revealing the face that was exactly the same as Osamu Dazai.He shook his feet childishly, took off his overly heavy coat in twos and twos, and jumped into Fyodor's arms.

"I'm coming!"

The body number that lost the control of the player's consciousness was pushed aside by him, even though he was the one who controlled that body just three seconds ago, Shuji Tsushima still mercilessly cheated me and snatched back the familiar embrace.

After all, according to the normal pairing, Mikhail should be with Pandora's Actor, and Osamu Dazai has other affiliations.

The young man's tone was brisk, and his mood was not generally good.He hugged his lover's waist tightly, dragged him to the bed while being coquettish, and kicked the buttocks of the unconscious body number, muttering, "Set it to hang up, okay, just find a room and lie down for three days go."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes again, took the bottle prepared in advance with a somewhat stiff manner, and left according to the order without saying a word.

Fyodor who watched this scene: "..."

Please be kind to yourself.

The content of the plot that will be staged over the next weekend is the most stomachache in the recent script.

Due to the intervention of Pandora's Actor, the alliance between the two who originally planned to exchange information was completely broken.

After meeting Fyodor, who had a memory, the young man managed to grasp the last ray of faint light with his scarred hands, but before he could take this opportunity to run towards the sun, he was dragged by deeper despair again Back into the abyss.

It's as if someone is constantly laughing in the ear, saying that he will never be worthy of happiness, but can only work with the darkness, and keep falling with boundless pain in his arms.

The ptsd firmly engraved in Osamu Dazai's soul will have a complete attack, and his mental state will be extremely bad for a long time to come.Even so, the boy will still hold on to complete the task in the port mafia, trying to numb his nerves with work.

I don't know how Mori Ogai will feel after this, anyway, Shuji Tsushima plans to take this opportunity to get some more vacation from him, so that he can go out and spend a few more days with his lover.

Rainy days are the most suitable time to be lingering in bed.

There were bursts of thunder outside the window, and the raindrops carried by the cold wind kept beating on the glass window, leaving meandering water marks on the glass.The wall lamps on both sides of the bed are adjusted to a dim and non-glare level, covering the room with a hazy light.

The curly-haired young man who had just come out of the bathroom had braids spread out on his forehead, like a black cat that just got out of the water, constantly shaking its head trying to dry the moisture from its hair.

He snatched the mobile phone from his lover who was leaning against the bed, threw it aside casually, and put his arms around the other's neck like a complaint, "Fei Jia, hurry up and turn off the phone, anyway, you have dealt with the more important documents of Melles recently. Well, it’s okay for two or three days.”

The young man's cheeks were blushing, and it wasn't just because of the heat in the bathroom or other reasons.

"It's rare to be lazy during work, let's indulge this time...huh?"

Fyodor picked up the decanted red wine, no longer felt the madness of acting not long ago, rubbed ears with Shuji Tsushima, and said in a low voice: "You don't need to say it."

He took a sip of red wine and covered his lover's slightly parted lips.