me, the protagonist

When Mori Ogai walked in, Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie looked at each other, feeling not very good.

There are so many people crowded in the livehouse right now, you know it hasn't even started yet.

A man in a purple shirt and suit pants put on a white coat, and walked in with a teenage blonde loli.

When he came in and saw Zhong Ye, he showed a knowing smile: "I heard that Mr. Zhong Ye got off work very early today, so I wondered if he was in this place."

It was quite embarrassing to be chased by the boss on the spot, so Nakaya slightly raised his hat.Because it was outside, I just called "boss".

Mori Ogai nodded in response, and looked at Dazai with a smile: "I didn't expect Dazai-kun to be here, and Oda-kun."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded politely, and Dazai Osamu didn't even try to save face, he lowered his head and looked through his wallet while muttering: "How many CDs can the money in Kunikida-kun's wallet buy..."

Hearing this, the gorgeous woman who had been sitting behind the CD booth stopped swiping her phone, shook the ashes of the lady's cigarette between her fingers, and lazily said:

"You don't need to prepare too much, she didn't carve a few CDs."

Ruoshan Yingxue roughly glanced at the CDs on the table, and quickly came to a conclusion with rich experience: "...There are only about 100 CDs."

100 CDs, that is, 100 handshake coupons.

Press a handshake ticket for 10 seconds, 100 tickets are [-] seconds, if converted into minutes...

The people present quickly calculated in their hearts.

"""Only 16 minutes and 40 seconds?!"""

The people present looked at each other, and a wonderful tacit understanding flashed in their eyes at this moment.

"The other party is also here to grab the album."

War is imminent.

Gojo Satoru was the first to get anxious.

He thought to himself that 7 minutes was only enough to discuss points from small essays to the time when he was seven years old and in the second grade of elementary school.

As long as someone else buys one, even the second grade of elementary school can't talk about it.

"No, he has to buy them all."

Before the others could react, Wujo Gou took a long leg and rushed to the vendor's stall with his wallet in his hand, intending to fight jet lag.

Gojo Satoru actually used some magic power quietly, his feet didn't fully land on the ground, and he was half-floating over.

"You have long legs, right?"

Gojo Satoru didn't expect anyone to be as fast as him.

The handsome man in the hat in the three-piece black suit rushed out at the same time, and the speed of the two men was about the same.

In fact, Zhong Ye used some supernatural powers quietly, his feet didn't land completely, and he was half-floating over.

Without Mori Ogai speaking, the "little girl" beside him named Alice also rushed over with lightning speed.

Toru Amuro began to doubt his eyes.

He has systematically studied martial arts and human kinesiology, so he feels that these three people didn't run over, but flew over.

Suddenly I couldn't laugh.

When he saw Oda Sakunosuke, Toru Amuro wondered if the person next to Oda Saku was the legendary "Dazai Osamu".

In addition, Amuro had read the general information of the high-level mafia at the port, and when Nakahara Chuya and Mori Ogai walked in, he recognized it at a glance.

Take a look around this small underground theater, good guys, Ogai Mori, Chuya Nakahara, Sakunosuke Oda, Osamu Dazai.

Then come the great teacher Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Natsume Soseki, and Sakaguchi Ango. If anyone plants a bomb here at this time, the modern Japanese literary world will almost be over.

"A literary event."

Toru Amuro was trying to control his expression when he suddenly heard this sentence from the CD seller.

Amuro looked around and found that in addition to the mafia members, they were suspected mafia members and bad boys.

Yamabuki is not very smart (Amuro's perspective), how can he shake hands with these people?

Starting a second late, Amuro Toru also joined the running team.

Wakayama Sakurayuki has never regretted anything in her life so far, but looking at these idol otaku who came to grab CDs (Wakayama's perspective), she regretted a little for the first time:

Shouldn't she have said it?

Ruoshan made his debut yesterday, and today he returned to the theater to pack his things.

It happened that Sakura Yamabuki had no vendor staff, Ruoshan thought that if he was idle, he would be idle, so he simply took over the job by himself.

It just so happens that she has rich experience and can help screen out some dangerous fans... No, it's to scout out the enemy's situation.

Ruoshan looked at the people rushing over, his slender fingers painted with bright red nails rested imperceptibly on several CDs, quickly pulled out three CDs, and quickly threw several thousand yuan bills into the cash box.

Near the water tower first get the month.

You don't have to hold hands, but you can't live without coupons.

Wujo Wu's six eyes could see her movements clearly, and cursed in his heart.

This time, there were only 6 minutes and [-] seconds left, and there were still fewer arguments to discuss.

"I (Lao Tzu) want all the rest!!!"

With three pops, three black cards were photographed on the table almost in no particular order.

Ruoshan cast a glance, blew on his nails, and said slowly: "Card cards are not accepted, please pay in cash."

Have you ever chased underground idols?

Came with a credit card.

Except for Alice, who couldn't see the expression, the other two were all expressionless.

Toru Amuro, who came from behind, walked to the stall with a victorious posture, and took out a stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi: "Sorry, I want it all."

That kind of gentle and polite but proud attitude is extremely embarrassing in the eyes of others.

"Senior Amuro?"

Someone came out of the performance room and shouted in surprise.

Because of Wakayama Sakura's help, other preparations ended long before the scheduled time.

Sakura Yamabuki put on her hairstyle, makeup and singing clothes, and planned to come out to see the situation of the venue.

After all, Ruoshan Yingxue is here to help, she can't rely entirely on others, so it doesn't make sense.

But I didn't expect to run into the scene where Toru Amuro said that he would buy all her albums when he came out.

Yamabuki Sakura didn't understand, very much.

"I prepared a CD for seniors, so you don't need to buy it." After she finished speaking, she found that almost everyone she knew in the venue had come, and she was immediately moved:

"Thank you everyone for coming to see me. You don't need to buy CDs. I prepared them for everyone. I planned to send them out one by one tomorrow..."

Yamabuki Sakura glanced at Gojo Satoru, and turned her head coldly: "There is no silver shuttlecock."

But no one spoke.

Even Wujo Satoru, who was deliberately targeted, didn't speak.

Sakura Yamabuki chose a pure white one-shoulder ruffled long skirt, the front skirt reaches the knees, and the back skirt drags all the way to the ground.Like a goddess in Greek mythology, and somewhat like a wedding dress.

The long pink hair is slightly curly, and the two strands on the sideburns are tied with a piece of white silk behind the head.

The combination of pink and pure white is full of nobility.

It's like hearing church bells ringing in your ears, and white doves flying across the blue sky.

She is a goddess who descended from heaven to the mortal world.

The divine beauty overwhelmed the cold winter wind, overwhelmed the dull air of the underground theater, overwhelmed everything, leaving only the trembling in the depths of the soul.

Sakura Yamabuki has a good idea of ​​her appearance, but she thinks that we often see each other, and today it's just a little dressing up, it can't be to this level, right?

Mori Ogai, who was originally standing at the outermost edge of the crowd, now took a calm and steady pace, passed a group of young people younger than him, and walked in front of Sakura Yamabuki.

Sakura Yamabuki didn't know what he was going to do, she tilted her head: "Mr. Mori Ogai?"

"Even though her appearance is extremely beautiful, her expression is still innocent and unstained.

Ah, it is the ultimate good, it is the ultimate beauty.She is the incarnation of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty.

I want to have her mercy, I need her mercy. "

After Mori Ogai finished reciting the poem in his heart, he suddenly knelt down on one knee, holding Yamabuki Sakura's right hand with both hands devoutly like a knight, and said affectionately:

"Sakura-chan, let's get married when you're 20."

These words blew up the audience like a thunderbolt.

Nakahara Chuya's pupils trembled. He never dreamed that the first person who poached his corner turned out to be the leader he respected.

The middle-aged man grabs the hand of the underage idol to propose marriage. After watching this scene, people can't help but call the police.

Amuro Toru's hand touched the back of his waist.

But what he touched was a gun.

Be it public or private, Toru Amuro feels that he shouldn't let the mafia leader who abducted JK out of this room today.

Some people drew their knives, others blackened their faces.

The only thing that doesn't move like a mountain is Yamabuki Sakura.

She didn't even pause, and said with a smile: "No, Mr. Mori, Sakura-chan is here to support everyone. I will always cheer for Mr. Mori, and I hope Mr. Mori will come to see me more."

……

"Business model."

"Is it a business model?"

"Definitely a business model."

Her attitude was too skillful and natural, and the system couldn't help but say, "Are you so skilled?"

Yamabuki Sakura: "I have experience being proposed by people from 3 to 93 years old."

Already a skilled worker.

And Mori Ogai has almost never been treated so tenderly by a beautiful girl.

Under such a cute rejection, he fell deeper as expected, and was moved to tears: "Of course... of course Sakura! I will always support Sakura!"

With a big wave of his hand, the leader bought all the posters and photo cards of Sakura Yamabuki in his pocket on the spot.

Wakayama Sakurayuki and Yamabuki Sakura helped pack the things, and sent the dizzy Mori Ogai off to the car for the return journey.

Mori Ogai bought two expensive tickets, and he was sent away before he even made it to the opening of the show.

Sakura Yamabuki returned to the livehouse, and then greeted everyone one by one, and sincerely thanked them for coming to support her.

Individual underground idols do not have teammates to take care of each other like idol groups, and there is no staff from an economic company to help. Every step is very hard.

At this time, someone specially came to cheer for her, which is a very happy thing.

She is eternally grateful for every kindness she gets.

What made her most happy was seeing Osamu Dazai again.

"Teacher Dazai, please wait a moment," Sakura Yamabuki moved a small bench for Osamu Dazai respectfully, and asked him to sit first:

"I brought the expenses that I said I needed to pay the teacher, and I will go get it to you now!"

The feeling of being in debt is uncomfortable, and now I can finally pay back the money.

Sakura Yamabuki breathed a sigh of relief, and ran back to the preparation room like a happy bird carrying the hem of her skirt to get the money.

Osamu Dazai sat on the short pony on the ground, bent his two 1.8-meter-long legs aggrievedly, but felt great.

Obviously, from an objective point of view, Dazai's geographical location is much shorter than everyone else, but he forced him to sit with a feeling of looking down on all sentient beings.

Osamu Dazai felt that he was not sitting on a small bench in an underground theater, but on the throne of his enthronement ceremony.

Do you have stools to sit on?Only he, Osamu Dazai, is a man who combines the trust of the detective agency and the faith of the people.

Zhongye's emotions are more complicated.

On the one hand, he was really confused about why he didn't have a stool to sit on.

On the other hand, the opportunity to look down on that bastard Dazai from such a condescending height, Chuya thought about it, seemed to be very rare.

"It feels pretty good.""

The minds of the ex-partners reached a surprising unity at this moment.

The author says:

(I don’t know if you have discovered it, but every time Boss Mori meets Sakura-chan, he will compose a poem in his heart

(The problem of printing Fukuzawa Yukichi on the [-] yuan banknote, setting the currency that circulates in the world of Conan, and the three-dimensional Fukuzawa Yukichi printed on it, is different from the president. After the world is stitched, other worlds that were pulled in have not realized it Some environment changes (thanks for finding the BUG