me, the protagonist

On the last day of December, many people spent more time online for entertainment.

Fans looked at the number of votes for Sakura Yamabuki, and they gradually came to their senses. They guessed that the organizing committee delayed inviting Sakura Yamabuki until the end of the registration, which was trying to exclude and isolate her.

Many of Sakura Yamabuki's fans are young people, who happened to have the energy and time at this time, and soon quarreled under the organizing committee's Twitter.

Many people are still checking Twitter while watching the Red and White Song Concert on New Year’s Eve.

Sakura Yamabuki didn't know anything about it.

The final concert video was rushed out, and she kept improving.

After the video was reviewed and uploaded, all her energy was drained.

The final grades of Sakuragaoka Middle School were also sent out yesterday. Sakura Yamabuki asked her classmates to pick up the "Uncle Security" handed over to the port mafia, and finally got it from Mori Ogai.

Because she didn't care about her studies, Sakura Yamabuki failed a course of mathematics gloriously, and there were a few other subjects that just passed the passing line and floated low, which made people doubt whether it was strength or luck.

Yamabuki Sakura knew very well in her heart that she was extremely lucky to only hang one door.

Therefore, the mathematics that has not been brought back by luck against the sky is even more serious. On the morning of the 31st, I pulled out the kotatsu early, placed a plate of oranges and a math exercise book, and started sharpening pencils.

When Mr. Sen gave her the report card, he enthusiastically offered to help with tutoring.

But Sakura felt that it was too cheeky to bother others for tutoring during the Chinese New Year, so she firmly declined.

Mori Ogai didn't insist anymore, and took out an envelope with a beautiful pattern from his coat pocket: "Okay, then please accept this."

Yamabuki Sakura hastily declined: "How can this be? I have been taken care of by you, and I can no longer accept your Nianyu* (lucky money)."

"It's okay, Sakura-chan thinks Mori's Club is okay?"

Mori Ogai did not take back his hand, maintaining the posture of handing it out, as if casually said: "Then how about signing with us?"

Yamabuki Sakura: "Huh?"

Such an understatement, as if it were an insignificant matter.

However, Sakura Yamabuki was too embarrassed to give a negative answer after expressing her refusal in front of her, so she could only tactfully express that she would think about it.

Seeing that her attitude was loose, Mori Ogai immediately hit the snake with the stick, and proposed that the legal department had drawn up the contract, and she could take it back for a look.

There are contracts spread out on the math workbook, and there are orange peels on it.

Yamabuki Sakura doesn't quite understand the contract.Compared with the contract, what left the deepest impression on her was the young man with gradient hair whom she met in the legal department.

"It's so amazing that the hair can change from black to black, and I don't wear it so much in winter."

Yamabuki Sakura lay under the kotatsu, raised a finger: "There is only one coat."

System: "...the more he wears, the harder he beats."

Yamabuki Sakura: "Your words are as confusing to me as math problems."

The system said sincerely, "I feel the same way."

Sakura Yamabuki was alone, saving a lot of steps to prepare for the New Year. She spent a day in the kotatsu with mathematics.

After approval, the system exchanged two mirror cakes for her and placed them on the table as decorations, which somehow gave her a New Year's atmosphere.

But when watching the Kohaku song meeting at night, Yamabuki Sakura baked and ate Kagami Mochi as supper.

At zero o'clock, the bells of shrines and temples came from a distance, long and long, endless.

Sakura Yamabuki lay on the edge of the window watching for a while, then rolled limply back into the kotatsu.

The system asked her: "Aren't you going to visit the shrine?"

Many people go to temples to worship on New Year's Eve, and on the first day of the new year, they will go to the shrine to perform "first prayer" to pray for a safe and prosperous year.

Many of the idols participating this time are like this. I hope the gods can bless me to achieve good results in the competition.

Sakura Yamabuki nestled in the kotatsu, and she found a good reason for herself: "If I go, what if God only cares about fulfilling my wish and forgets about others?"

The system is speechless.

Sakura Yamabuki continued to reply to messages.

At this time, many people began to send her New Year's congratulatory messages, even Ling Huan Xinlong and Long Tao, who had just met not long ago, also sent one.

She also received a letter from Oda Saku.

The Armed Detective Agency seems to have held a group New Year's Eve party in the staff dormitory. The president and some employees gathered together to watch the song party and eat Osechi dishes.

It was originally a very warm scene, but according to Oda Saku, Dazai secretly took out some of the Osechi dishes and cooked them into sukiyaki because he disliked the coldness of the Osechi dishes.

Traditionally, it is considered unlucky to cook with a fire in the New Year, so Osechi dishes are prepared in advance, and they are not heated when eating.

After this move was discovered, Osamu Dazai was forced to be involved in the war with Kunikida Doppo.

Odasaku also kindly sent photos of the scene, and the battle was indeed fierce.

Toru Amuro went back to his hometown in Tokyo. According to him, he spent New Years Eve with a few friends from school.

The few people gathered together were very lively. Instead of watching the song meeting, they were showing a police movie, and they had already entered the drinking session.

She even received a congratulatory message from Saiki Kusuo, with only the short words "Congratulations on the New Year".

She replied: Didn't she was forced by her mother to post it?

After the reply was sent, it was displayed as "read", but there was no reply for a long time.Sakura Yamabuki could imagine the expressionless black face of "God", and laughed for a long time.

But of course there are unfortunate people.

At the same time, Sakura Yamabuki received a text message from Mr. Nakaya who was on a business trip in the West Eighth District:

"Although it's daytime here, I still wish you a happy new year."

Yamabuki Sakura: ...

What more can she say?

There is only silence.

However, Sakura Yamabuki seriously considered signing the contract with Mori's Club.

Because it involves her future development, Mori Ogai revealed some company information to her.

According to him, although the brokerage company under Senshi Co., Ltd. was established recently, the main business of the parent company is international trade and has strong financial resources.

The brokerage company currently only has Ruoshan Yingxue as an artist, the disadvantage is that they have few contacts in the circle.

The benefits are also obvious: she has a different route from Ruoshan, and all the idol resources the company can grab will be fed to her.

This is much easier than dividing the cake from the seniors after joining some big companies.

Sakura Yamabuki joined a newly established brokerage firm in the original world. Later, when she communicated with senior colleagues from other firms, she realized how difficult it is for a newcomer to get out of a big company.

But in the end, Sakura Yamabuki made the decision because he felt that both Mr. Mori and Mr. Nakaya were serious people who cared about others.

It makes her feel safe.

The live broadcast of the bell-strike ceremony of the major temples on TV has also finished, and the clocks in the apartment precisely controlled by the system jumped to 00:00:00.

The system said: "Happy New Year...?"

The girl with pink hair is holding an orange in her left hand and a mobile phone in her right hand. She is breathing steadily and has fallen asleep with her eyes closed.

Originally, the system wanted to be the first to say Happy New Year to her, but when it saw this, it could only quietly turn off the TV and lights by remote control, and turn up the temperature of the air conditioner.

"Good night."

On the night of welcoming the New Year in a different world, in this suburban apartment building, one of the windows was the first to turn off the lights.

Although I didn't go to the temple on New Year's Eve, Sakura Yamabuki got up early at [-] o'clock in the morning on the first day of the new year, and went to the nearest shrine fully armed.

Masks, hats, ear protectors and sunglasses, and sneaky walks on roads with few people.If he hadn't been super lucky, he would have been arrested by the police.

The system was a little speechless: "Didn't you say you couldn't come yesterday?"

"I mean I can't come to make a wish, but how can you not come to the shrine on the first day of the new year?"

Sakura Yamabuki walked against the wall, looking around warily as she walked.

To her, going to the shrine is like going home to see her parents. She can refuse her wish, but she has to go home.

After mingling in the crowd, she rang the bell and donated money. She clapped her hands twice like the people next to her, and stood in front of the main hall with her palms closed for a while.

After leaving the hall, the system asked her curiously, "Did you just make a wish?"

"No," Sakura Yamabuki replied in her mind as she walked down the mountain, "I want to see if I can connect to God, whichever one I want."

Sakura Yamabuki wanted to ask how far her original world has been repaired.

It's usually not obvious, but she also wants to go home after the New Year.

The system knows the result, or asks: "And then?"

"It didn't work," Yamabuki Sakura shook her head, "Although she could feel the presence of God, she didn't respond anyway."

System: "Recently, the main god seems to be fixing bugs, and I heard from other systems that he is very busy."

Sakura Yamabuki was about to ask what it was about to fix the BUG, ​​but her eyes were attracted by the person sitting on the stone bench by the side of the mountain road.

Still wearing the eye-catching white felt hat and long cloak, he is facing the flow of people who have finished worshiping alone, staring at the foot of the mountain and does not know what he is looking at.

"Didn't he come home for New Year's?"

When she didn't even notice it, Yamabuki Sakura felt a sense of sympathy.

"Happy New Year," she said, running over. "Isn't Mr. Furry Hat coming home?"

Tosi looked at her: "What's that called?"

Sakura Yamabuki touched her head: "Because I don't know your name, so..."

And your hat is so rare.

Tosi couldn't hear the second half of her words, but he felt that he couldn't accept this cute and weird title.

"My name is Fyodor."

Yamabuki Sakura is kind and kind: "Good Mr. Feo."

Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky whose name was forcibly removed: "...you can call me by my full name."

His seventeen-character name was condensed to the first two. It was not a nickname, but it was simply and rudely dismantled.

Yamabuki Sakura shook her head again and again: "This is so bad, Mr. Feio, I'll just call it that. Are you staying in Yokohama to visit during the festival?"

Fyodor thought for a while: "That's right."

Sakura Yamabuki, who had nothing to do, showed her style and enthusiastically proposed to bring international friends from afar to visit Yokohama.

Fyodor really had nothing to do today, and with his "settings" there was no reason to reject Sakura Yamabuki, so he acquiesced without saying a word.

There is a bus stop at xvzl at the foot of the shrine mountain, which is convenient for citizens who come to visit from the suburbs. Yamabuki Sakura came here by bus.

"We can get off after two stops, and go to Chinatown to have something to eat first."

Sakura Yamabuki said enthusiastically: "The dumplings in Chinatown are super delicious!"

Fyodor listened silently.

It happened that a bus arrived at the shrine as a transfer station, and the passengers on it swarmed down.

The last one to come down was a boy.

The boy's appearance was striking: unnaturally pale hair and skin, scarlet pupils, and a thin, somewhat malnourished figure.

A white coat with a fur collar is paired with close-fitting trousers of the same color.

As soon as the boy got out of the car, some passengers unconsciously watched him secretly.

But he didn't seem to notice—maybe he noticed and didn't care, frowned irritably, and walked to the bus stop sign on his own:

"Tch, where the hell did you send me to...!"

He frowned and looked at the stop sign for a while, and finally lost his patience with the place name.

Turning his head and looking around, the people around him retreated.The boy's eyes finally stopped on Yamabuki Sakura who was standing there stupidly.

"Hey, I said."

The boy took out his mobile phone and clicked on the opening photo, and walked towards Fukizakura Fukiyama: "This school, Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Curse Arts, do you know where it is?"

Sakura Yamabuki looked around blankly: "That school is in Tokyo, but this is Yokohama?"

Accelerator went back to look at the stop sign, and finally saw the words "Yokohama City Station Line Map" on the top of the peeling paint metal plate.

Everyone clearly heard his annoyed voice:

"Damn, I took the wrong car."