Home from scratch in another world

Meanwhile, inside a small clinic near a slum in Yokohama.

This is an old brick house often seen in slums. The gray-black walls are mottled. There is not much space inside. A desk is leaning against the corner, and the medical bed is separated by a curtain.There is another door going inside, which should be the bedroom of the owner of the clinic.

There really aren't many things in the house, only the medical supplies can be called complete. It's hard to imagine how the owner of the clinic kept them in such a chaotic area.

There are only three people in the clinic now, one of them is a teenager with a bandage on his right eye and can only see with one eye. He wears an ill-fitting black coat, grabs the only reclining chair, and plays the hottest game of the summer listlessly. .

"I said, Dazai-kun, can you give me my place back?" The middle-aged doctor who had just sent away the patient could only squeeze pitifully on the small bench, showing a bit of grown-up despondency.

"Eh~ don't." The young man's tone dragged on, "Doctor Sen, I'm playing a game that Mr. Si Yue joined in person. This is rated as a reasoning game that can determine your IQ."

"But Dazai-kun, you are playing rookie mode!" The unlicensed doctor who runs a dilapidated clinic was even more helpless, "And why did you call it an unscrupulous doctor?"

"This is a very popular naming method on the Internet~" the kite-eyed boy replied perfunctorily, most of his mind was focused on the gradually unfolding plot.

"Middle-aged uncles like Lin Taro have long been out of date, so they don't understand young people's hobbies." The speaker was a little girl with a sweet voice, with long wavy blond hair and a delicate Lolita skirt. It is a character who can appear in this desolate environment.

"Alice sauce, am I really old?" The middle-aged doctor shed lasagna tears with an exaggerated expression, and stretched out his hand to hug the little girl and cry for a while.

The girl named Alice resolutely avoided: "Hey, it's so disgusting, don't hug me."

"Alice sauce! Do you dislike me too?"

"Rin Taro is already a middle-aged uncle!"

"Did you forget who bought the skirt for you?"

"I don't want to wear this, I also want to play reasoning games." Although she said so, she was far away from the main seat, as if there was something she couldn't avoid.

The dark-eyed boy didn't respond to the farce beside him. The light in the clinic was not very good. Most of his body was hidden in the shadows. Only the light projected from the screen tried to illuminate this dark corner. .

The kite-eyed boy quietly looked at the game screen, the girl "Alice" who was desperate for the whole world, and clicked the mouse lightly with an indifferent expression...

……

No matter when, where and whoever it is, in short, "Iris Academy" became popular all over the country, and made a lot of money!

After the game was a big success, Shimeng gave all the staff generous bonuses, and even took half a month off, which was cheered by everyone.

As the celebration banquet ended, the employees packed up their things and left one after another. Shimeng and Ayatsuji Xingren were the last two people in the company to leave.

The two of them chatted about whatever they wanted, and suddenly, the girl seemed to have seen something extraordinary, and turned the screen towards her partner.

"Yo, Pedestrian, are you happy?" She held back her laugh, and pointed to a painting in the forum, which was drawn by the Zuo protector taught by Lily.

This giant oil painting shows a priest wearing a halo and wearing a white cloth, holding the game disk of "Iris Academy" in his hand, in the shape of flying into the sky, as if he is going to ride the wind.

Ayatsuji glanced up, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He first thought of the fierce battles in the comments of the past few days, and the list on the nightmare clearance leaderboard, with an arrogant look on his face.

"There are still a few smart people in this world."

But then he thought of more sand sculpture players, showing a cold look in his eyes that wanted to kill: "But most of them are idiots."

"Hahahahahaha..."

Shi Meng finally couldn't hold back her smile, she was smiling while stroking the mouse, the forums these days are really interesting, let alone the split of the Lily Sect and the crying complaints of the players, these are no longer jokes.

What's more interesting is that countless players with insufficient IQs drew character pictures for the chief planner Ayatsuji Xingren. The first one was the one circulated by the Lily Sect—the one of the priest.

The congregants of the Lily Church who converted to the leader of Ayatsuji, and perhaps many of the April teacher’s faction, will pray and worship to the priest’s statue before entering the game: please ask the leader of Ayatsuji to bless them to pass the level smoothly, and to find all of them in one go. The evidence does not hold up.

This phenomenon quickly became popular, and many student parties and exam parties liked and reposted it, just asking Mr. Ayatsuji to give them a little IQ, and bless them not to fail the exam.

After that, for some reason, it turned into an Internet carnival, and there were many series of god pictures with the theme of Ayatsuji's planning, including Guanyin sprinkled game discs, holy sons sitting on game discs, and Buddha playing games Die smiled...

These pictures have been made into all kinds of emoticons, which have been circulated everywhere on the Internet, almost to the point where everyone has one.

A few days ago, a health care product company called and asked "Mr. Ayatsuji" if he could endorse their products, and they gave the highest treatment...

The more Shi Meng swiped down, the more she trembled. She crazily saved her partner's dark history in her account, and tried to throw away the partner's emoji when she couldn't quarrel with him in the future.

Ayatsuji pedestrians looked at Shi Mengxiao collapsed on the table, the 16-year-old girl was bright and beautiful, her eyes were full of smiles.

His pipe was about to move and eager to try, and in the end he just sighed a little helplessly and a little funny.

Now I can only rejoice that my photos have not been exposed on the Internet, and my image is still safe.

Otherwise, even if he got a full score in reasoning, he would not be able to deduce what other bizarre operations this group of sand sculpture players could do.

……

After the pedestrians left, Shi Meng locked the office door and walked home.

When approaching the door, a familiar face came out from Xia You's house next door.

"Aren't you..." The black-haired boy greeted the girl in professional attire with some surprise.

Shi Meng was taken aback, nodded and said: "It's me, so you are 'Jie'."

What a coincidence, I didn't expect the conjurer to be next door to her house...

That's no wonder I haven't seen myself for so long since I moved here. The conjurer is a child labor team, and it is estimated that the other party usually has a lot of business.

Xia Youjie was also very surprised. After that day, he was very impressed with the girl. After all, the girl not only interrupted his imagination, but also was a rare entrepreneur among his peers, not to mention...

While the two were greeting each other, the hostess in the house also opened the door and came out when she heard the movement.

"Shimeng is back!" Auntie Xia You smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed. She was obviously in a good mood after her son returned home. She pointed to the boy next to her and introduced, "My son Xiaojie is also back."

Shi Meng smiled brightly and waved her hand: "Auntie must have never thought that Xia Youjun and I knew each other before."

"Ah? Shimeng is also..." Aunt Xia You seemed to have thought of something, and her face suddenly changed.

Xia Youjie knew his mother's thoughts, and his parents were always worried about him becoming a magician. He was afraid that his mother would think too much, so he answered for her: "I met Uzuki in the restaurant when I was having dinner with my classmates. A few words."

The wrinkled woman's expression relaxed, she smiled again, and invited: "That's right, would you like to come to our house to have a meal with Meng at that time, all four of you children will come. "

The girl smiled and shook her head: "I won't be there tonight, but I will definitely come another day."

I haven't seen you for so long, Xia You's family must have a lot of things to talk about tonight, so they better not bother.

The other party didn't say any more, the three chatted for a while, and left after a while...

When he got back to his home, Shi Meng seemed to have left behind all the troubles outside and relaxed, taking off his shoes and shouting: "I'm back!"

The three children in the living room were all sitting around the table, and Ryunosuke was writing something on the desk with a complexion; Xiaoyin was brushing his summer homework quickly beside him; There are fountain pens.

Hearing the girl's brisk voice, all three looked up.

"Sister Shimeng!"

"Time dream."

"Sister Shimeng!" Yumeno Hisaku shouted, jumped off the chair, and rushed towards her with a colorful face.

Today, the female boss, who specially dressed in formal attire to celebrate, hesitated for a second between avoiding and accepting, and finally hugged this brat who was getting stronger and stronger.

Then, as expected, he saw that his brand new white shirt was covered with paint.

The kid didn't realize what bad things he had done at all, and raised his cat face to look at her: "Sister Shi Meng, Jiu Zuo is also very good today."

No, you should have looked at the floor and at your face before saying that.

Shi Meng took the towel handed over by Xiaoyin, and wiped the bear's face unceremoniously until the expressions under the towel were all huddled together.

After tidying up her little face, she asked Yumeno Hisakusaku to tidy up her brushes. She dragged a chair and sat down at the table, looking curiously in the direction of Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

"Ryunosuke, are you writing a novel?"

The boy who is about to enter junior high school is growing fast, and his brows seem to be a little irritable: "Yes, my next... I am trying to write a novel."

This expression, it seems that the novel has encountered some trouble.

Teacher Si Yue, who has published three novels, suddenly became excited. As a big sister who is not very relied on, it is finally time for her to come in handy.

"What's the problem?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked really distressed, and replied: "During this period of time, I wrote a lot of scattered articles, but... this is not a novel."

"May I see it?"

Akutagawa nodded and handed over the notebook.

When Shimeng took it, she had realized Ryunosuke's talent for writing very early on, and now she was holding the manuscript of the other party in her hand, and she wished to take a bath and change clothes before reading the works of literary ghosts.

She read it word by word, and in the notebook were descriptions of some scenery, about the slums, and the experience of Saibo Street...mostly the scenery of Yokohama.

The content in the notebook is very scattered, but the overall article is very clean, and there is a kind of leisurely tone when reading, which makes people feel that the artistic conception is profound.

But the author doesn't seem to have thought about what to write, so most of the descriptions are just some hazy intentions.

Shimeng probably understood what the problem was. She held her chin and remembered when she was writing "The Poor Hundred". She felt nostalgic and tender: "Ryunosuke, do you still remember the question I asked you when I wrote the first novel?" ?"

Akutagawa looked at her and thought for a moment: "You ask me: what kind of character should a person born in a slum have to become a rich man."

"Yes, when I finished writing the outline, I didn't think about it at all. What kind of person I want to create...or in other words, what kind of story I want to tell through this person."

The girl smiled lightly, trying to speak to the younger novelist.

"Next..." Akutagawa Ryunosuke was thinking, what kind of story and what kind of person is he going to write?

He seemed to have realized something, and he didn't say anything for a whole night...

In the following time, after the four of them had finished their dinner, Xiaoyin returned to his room to continue his homework.

After Shi Meng told Jiuzuo a bedtime story, he tugged with the kid who didn't want to sleep, and finally put him to sleep, before returning to his room with a tortured expression on his face.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke went back to the room early, he was sitting in front of the desk, the warm yellow light made light and shadows float in the whole room, driving his thoughts to float.

And what is the boy thinking?

What he was thinking:

Maybe it's the place he ran all the way for several years;

Maybe it was the previous ten years——"Apathetic Disquiet";

Perhaps it is the figure of him and his sister walking forward suffering from illness in this deviant world.

They are stray dogs, looking up, there is only darkness outside.

Never restless, always wandering, always in a foreign land...

Maybe the novel I wrote down is called "The Stranger".