Manual activity manual

Yukiya Yokosaki's lunch was finally settled by delivery from the restaurant.There was no rice, flour, grain and oil in the kitchen, and he had to pick and break the eggshells for a long time when he cracked an egg. The pedestrians of Ayatsuji had the foresight to call the take-out number in advance, so that Yukiya Yokosaki, who had been tossing for a long time, was not hungry again. Wait an hour.

The most disturbing thing is that it's already like this, and the other party is still picky about eating.

"Mr. Ayatsuji's choice is more suitable for my taste," Yokozaki Yukiya held the chopsticks in the familiar posture of picking and picking, picking pickily what he wanted to eat, "but I'm basically tired of the nearby restaurants... …not to mention that there are only a few types of Japanese cuisine.”

Nakahara also felt deeply powerless, Yokozaki Yukiya, as expected of the first person he recognized as an immature child: "Is it so difficult to learn to cook?"

"It's...not that difficult..." Yokozaki Yukiya lowered her head in shame, "It's just that I'm too lazy to do it."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Can be sincere and honest.

"I will learn," Yokozaki Yukiya patted his chest and promised, and took the opportunity to throw away the chopsticks, "Start with dim sum!"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also thinking about whether he should urge the other party to exercise properly. Hearing this, he subconsciously asked: "Dim sum? Why dim sum?"

"Because both Mr. Ranpo and I like it? I can eat desserts for three meals!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also only felt the veins on his forehead throbbing: "...you came here like this before?"

Who left the wrong perception, will it teach children!

"In the past..." Yukina Yokosaki paused, "In the past, it seemed that only black tea mixed with vodka tasted better."

The gazes of the two famous detectives were like searchlights, and they pierced over with a "swish"!

"Black tea with vodka? What the hell kind of drinking method is that!" The original wine group booed dissatisfiedly, "Wait, you drink alcohol when you're an adult, or vodka? What's wrong with your guardian?"

As expected of Mr. Hat, he asked the key point with his intuition!

"Ha, haha, how come I'm not an adult, I'm, uh, think about it, yes, I'm 20 years old this year! And he's not my guardian, he's just—"

"Just?" Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his voice.

"...just a well-meaning Russian passing by!"

Russia, Russia, Sri Lanka, people!The range is instantly reduced!Well done the good Mafia!

"Nice? How old were you when he invited you to drink vodka black tea?"

Yukiya Yokosaki was speechless: "But, Mr. Nakahara was underage when he drank for the first time!"

"I don't remember," Nakahara said without hesitation, "and it's completely a bad adult's problem to let children have access to alcohol."

Yukiya Yokosaki whimpers: "I don't deny that he's bad, but..."

...But he is doing it for the good of everyone.

Yukiya Yokosaki tried to escape again: "I'm going to draw!!" If this continues, he will call his mother!

Who is the father, a kind Russian, what a shame!

He slipped away quickly and quickly, leaving Nakahara Nakaya leaning on the soda bottle with a suspicious expression on his face. After a while, he turned his head and tried to discuss the issue of human education with the not-so-naive Ayatsuji pedestrian, but found that he had already He Ranbu leaned in front of the phone, muttering about searching for something.

Central Plains Chuya:?

When Yukiya Yokosaki sat in front of the computer in the attic, he was still in a daze.It's not been a few days, but life seems to be enriched all of a sudden. Sitting here now, it feels like a world away.

He recalled the computer password for a moment, and entered the mainframe after entering it twice.The astonishingly simple page slowly unfolded one by one, Yokozaki Yukiya was not in a hurry, and even stared at the icon in a daze.

He decided to start by sending a message to his best friend, human and non-human.

[Yokaki Yukiya: Are you there? 】

【anonymous:……】

If it wasn't because you are not human, I would have blocked you, Anonymous thought coldly.

[Yokozaki Yukiya: I've been doing very well recently, super happy!It was a little scary at first, but now I feel very pleasantly surprised! 】

Seeing this news, Nameless's heart softened a little.It was not in vain that he punched, kicked, threatened and lured, and went to steal the house while Yokozaki Yukiya was asleep. The other party didn't immediately come up and ask "what did you do to my supernatural power", he was a good boy.

[Yokozaki Yukiya: I guess this matter must be inseparable from your help, thank you so much!It must be very difficult to find such a similar soul, hard work! 】

【anonymous:……? 】

With rare hesitation, he made a question mark.

Similar, similar to what, is it similar in height to your figure?

【Yokozaki Yukiya: It's Mr. Fumiya and the others!Is it because the time flow between us is not equal? ​​I have already received your gift! 】

【anonymous:……】

[Anonymous: ... Oh. 】

Inhaling, exhaling, and inhaling again, Mr. Anonymous calmed down for a while, and decided to give these special writers a chance.

[Anonymous: How are you getting along? 】

[Yokozaki Yukiya: Very happy!Although pinching potato chips is a bit tiring, it is not easy to beat the tobacco into a suitable fine fluff, and I have noticed that Mr. Fumiya also likes red wine and balabala...]

【anonymous:……】

[Yokozaki Yukiya: To say the least, I’m very happy and happy anyway, but isn’t that too good? They’re just ordinary people without supernatural powers. Of course, I don’t mean to blame you, it’s just... very tangled, actually I don't want them to leave either...]

【anonymous:……】

[Anonymous: Only give them a one-month chance. 】

[Yokaki Yukiya: Huh?Eh? !Are they going to be sent back in a month? ! 】

[Anonymous: No. 】

[Anonymous: Look at their performance. 】

[Anonymous: What is so good about Central Plains? 】

[Yokozaki Yukiya:!If you say this, I won't be sleepy.JpgHe is good, very good, good everywhere! 】

[Anonymous: ...Forget it, I still have to go to class. 】

[Yokaki Yukiya: Oh, no, wait, will there be others later?Is there any damage?Surely I can go back, right?I'm sorry, but I feel sorry for them for not asking clearly...]

[Anonymous: Yes, no, yes. 】

[Anonymous: You didn't feel sorry for anyone. 】

【Yokozaki Yukiya: But I am very sorry for you, and I have troubled you for so much help. Without you, we would have failed. 】

【anonymous:……】

[Anonymous: No one will let it go if they see it. I just did what I could. 】

[Anonymous: Have a little confidence in yourself. 】

Yokosaki Yukiya rested his chin and started to be in a daze again.

Although he was already too strong to be called a human being, but out of respect for his self-persistence, Yokozaki Yukiya said silently—Mr. Saiki Kusuo, he is really a good person.

There is no way to repay the great kindness, so why not let him—make a Zhongyuan Zhongye brainwashed Amway bag and give it to the other party?

He happily opened the painting software.Before meeting Saiki Kusuo, he couldn't carry anything across the world, let alone communicate across the world.It was also from that time that he developed the habit of drawing—accurately speaking, it cannot be called painting, but it should be called using pencils and paints to manually print out the images stored in his mind.

He does not have any artistic talent, and it is difficult for him to understand the sublime aesthetics. He just records, remembers, and finally retells.Those that he has never seen before, those that survived tenaciously, and those that passed away like a comet.

"It's time for dinner." It was Chuya Nakahara's voice.

Yukiya Yokosaki didn't really want to eat it, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Immediately! Wait until I finish this stroke!"

After half an hour.

"Haven't you finished the painting yet?" Nakahara Chuya's voice was filled with hesitation.

"Yeah, it's coming soon, just a little bit, a little bit."

Another half an hour later, the wooden door creaked unbearably.

"You bastard, get out and eat!"

Yukiya Yokosaki: "..."

Mom, the door is really fragile, you kick it slowly.

He put down the pen, like a small animal being held by the back of the neck, silently slipped out the door and came to the stairs.Zhong Yuanzhong also floated at the same level as his eyes, with a gloomy expression and red eyes, which was comparable to the irritated appearance in the surveillance video.

He said guiltyly, "I'm sorry, once you draw something you like, you forget about other things..."

"There's no need to apologize to me, you have the right to control your time freely." Zhongyuan Zhongya pushed back forcefully, "But you are too weak as a savior, I'm afraid even a building can't resist it."

Yukiya Yokosaki: "...???"

He couldn't help retorting: "Not everyone is as strong as Mr. Zhongyuan, okay, and he only uprooted the building when it was dirty!"

Nakahara Chuya: "Open what?"

Yukiya Yokosaki: "...I didn't say anything."

"You're so hungry that you can't use your brain," he raised the corners of his lips, "you're usually stupid enough, don't add more work to yourself."

Yukiya Yokosaki: "Ah, don't say such things in Mr. Nakahara's face!"

Damn, this person is too OOC, give him back that gentle and soft-spoken Mr. Zhongyuan that Sister Hongye said!

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, and didn't care what he said stupidly. He raised his hand and threw him to the dining table: "Eat quickly, it's getting cold."

Yokozaki Yukiya unpacked the takeaway angrily, while looking around: "Where are Mr. Ranpo and Mr. Pedestrian?"

"Going to bed," Zhong Yuanzhong was also strangely silent, "I was too sleepy after reading in the afternoon."

"The two gentlemen are really eager to learn." Yokozaki Yukiya sighed. He never forgot to read and study even after losing his memory. He really loves knowledge deeply.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked away: "...um."

What happened to the Russians? Can the novels they write be called novels?That is simply a collection of essays!Not to mention Edogawa's random steps, even the self-proclaimed prudent Ayatsuji pedestrian couldn't hold on, and gave up the clues after reading two books, and went off to smoke.

Yokozaki Yukiya didn't know it at all, and took two extra bites at the face of the opposite figure, so he planned to clean up and continue painting.He had just stood up and was about to pack his chopsticks when a noise that both of them were beginning to be familiar with rang from the next door.

This movement was much louder than when Central Plains Chuya or Edogawa Ranbu came, and it was accompanied by the shrill... howl of a tiger.

Yokosaki Yukiya shook his hands, and almost took the leftovers on himself.He and Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at each other, and strode towards the study.

The study room did not turn on the lights, and did not draw the curtains.Under the bright moonlight, the black and white tiger pressed its paws to the ground, its purple-gold eyes flashed with brilliance, sharp as a blade, and mighty. It stared straight at them, raised its head high, and let out another shocking roar!

Although this white tiger is only as long as Yukiya Yokozaki's palm.

Yokosaki Yukiya breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to the white tiger and knelt down, couldn't think of what to call it for a while, and simply followed the main body: "Nakajima-kun? Nakajima-kun, do you have human consciousness?"

Nakajima-kun bit his hand with a whimper.

It seems not.

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The author has something to say:

Atsushi Nakajima: I was so close to dying on the spot.