me, the protagonist

"Is this reasonable? It's not reasonable!"

Gojo Satoru, who wanted to take the opportunity to show off his handsome side because he was often flashed, complained loudly: "How do you think I and Sakura are on par?"

For Wujo Satoru, this is already considered the highest affirmation.After all, even Xia Youjie, who has a better relationship with the opposite sex than him, is "a little bit worse than me" in his mouth.

But apparently the people present, or the gods, disagreed with this.

"It's reasonable," Shenming replied, "I think Sakura-chan is cuter."

The main god almost immediately agreed.

Gojo Satoru pointed out loudly: "You are related to Sakura, so opinions don't count."

He turned his head and circled around, intending to find a fair and objective person to give some comments, but found that there were familiar faces behind him, and they basically appeared at Sakura Yamabuki's concert.

In a moment of silence, Gojo Satoru looked at Xia Youjie, and said expectantly: "...Jie, there is no doubt that you will stand by my side, right?"

"I really want to." Xia Youjie raised his hand as if surrendering, and smiled: "But according to your standard just now, we are friends, and my opinion doesn't matter."

Gojo Satoru: ...

The away game was a big failure.

Yamabuki Sakura's appearance MAX is already at the world's BUG level. It is impossible for her eccentric world god father to only give her the skill of "special effects".

If you don't insist on this point, no matter how you look at it, Gojo Satoru meets the protagonist's standard: possesses special abilities, looks decent, and has a lot of experience in daily business trips and overtime work.

Shenming also admitted: "Although I didn't intend to create the Son of God, if I really wanted to create it, it shouldn't be too different from his standard, although I didn't intend to create the Son of God."

Saiki Kusuo: [It is enough to emphasize this kind of words once. 】

However, Qi Mu didn't feel any problem. After all, the only two protagonists present, in a sense, had reached the full level at the beginning. They didn't think there was any problem with Gojo Satoru, who was born the strongest, as the protagonist of the battle series.

Only Hagiwara faintly felt that something was wrong, and he asked his companion softly: "The hot-blooded comics are not popular anymore, is the protagonist upgrading from scratch?"

Matsuda, a straight man in science and engineering, answered him coldly: "I don't know, I haven't seen it."

Hagiwara: ...

Gojo Satoru felt that he was stable, and walked in front of Qi Mu confidently, putting his hands in his pockets and posing handsomely.

【what. 】

Saiki Kusuo made a short sound, and then paused for a second under everyone's gaze.

[Okay, you are not, now there are other people who want to test can come up. 】

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It is difficult to describe Gojo Satoru's expression in words.

Man is really a kind of magical creature. Obviously, his noble and beautiful eyebrows and eyes have not changed in any way, but the handsome and handsome expression before now looks like inexplicable wisdom.

The small round sunglasses on the bridge of Yingting's nose slid down a little bit, revealing the clear eyes of the blue sky, but without the shiny special effect before, it looked like a big white cat that was silly.

"puff."

At this time, the obviously unsuppressed laughter is fatal to the person concerned.

Wujo Gou cast his dull eyes on the source of the voice, and found that it was his classmate, best friend, and closest partner Xia Youjie who had been with him day and night.

"Wu...yes, I'm sorry..."

After choking out a few words with difficulty, Xia Youjie quickly turned his back to everyone.It was obvious that his shoulders were still trembling, but he didn't make any sound in a daze.

At this moment, everyone admired him deeply.

Qi Mu asked: [What should we do next?Anyone else want to test? 】

The rest of the people looked at each other, and in the end Toru Amuro stood up and proposed to do this today first, and then go to Qi Muce when he is more confident.

The main god originally called these people because he saw that the bugs in the world could not be controlled, and he was worried that people in different worlds would be affected by logic and do something irreversible.

The Lord God adopts a laissez-faire approach to world management. Now that the basic situation has been explained, tell them that if they encounter logic collapse in the future, they can decide for themselves whether to tell other people the truth of the world.

"As long as it doesn't cause abnormal behavior of a large group of people, for example, don't announce it on TV." The Lord God said.

As for the world that is now in chaos, He finally decided to reverse the time to different degrees according to the situation of each world before finding a solution.

"When I left here, Sakura was just in time for the final awards ceremony."

The Lord God smiled and said, probably solved a big problem, He looked very relaxed: "Now we are coordinating the process, you have to wait here for a while."

The brief meeting between Sakura Yamabuki and the god is also over, and she needs to go back and continue to control the speed of the world's collapse.

The two gods went hand in hand and merged into a white light.

"In fact, you can get to know each other again. After all, you are now companions who share the truth of the world, and there may be times when you can help each other in the future."

Before the light completely disappeared, some god spoke in the hazy light and gave friendly suggestions to pass the time.

It may be a guilty conscience, but to most people present, that "re-acquaintance" seemed particularly meaningful.

— because almost everyone is not telling the truth.They also felt this to some extent, but they didn't pay much attention to the fact that both sides were acting on the spot.

Sakura Yamabuki was the only one who was deceived from the beginning to the end. She blinked her eyes in confusion, and asked puzzledly: "Why do we need to get to know each other again? Don't we all know each other?"

【No, that's just what you thought. 】

Saiki Kusuo did not leave, he found the best position in the distance with coffee jelly in hand.

He had a hunch that the next development would never be boring.This feeling is like getting a new issue of "Youth Weekly Jump", and it is broadcast live, so I won't be spoiled because of my mind-reading ability.

【hapiness. 】

Saiki Kusuo's happiness is based on the pain of others.After Yamabuki Sakura asked a question, the scene fell into an embarrassing silence.

In fact, this is not something that can't be said, after all, the nature of some people's work and responsibilities naturally require confidentiality.

But when such a group of people happens to get together, and it happens to be the same person who is hiding, the matter becomes a bit delicate.

——Especially when the person who was deceived never told a lie from beginning to end, and still believed their words to be true.

Yamabuki Sakura felt a little abnormal in this silence, she swallowed nervously, and said cautiously: "How about, everyone sit down first?"

Osamu Dazai asked, "Where are you sitting?"

The set of conference room tables and chairs made by the Lord God disappeared without a trace in the scene change just now.Now look around, there is nothing around.I can't even find anything in the vast whiteness that can be used as a contrast. If you look at it for a long time, you may get snow blindness.

"Sit casually," Yamabuki Sakura obviously misunderstood what he meant, excited and nervous like entertaining a friend for the first time:

"You're welcome, you can sit wherever you want...Do you want something to drink? Juice or soda?"

Osamu Dazai: "Do you mean sitting on the ground?"

"Eh? No, just casually... just like this..." Yamabuki Sakura was stunned for a moment, and finally understood the meaning of the other party. She organized her words and tried to express vividly and concretely to no avail, so she practiced it herself and sat down directly.

Like a flower blooming in the empty place, a cloud chair popped out and caught her firmly.

Yamabuki Sakura gestured in the air with her hands, but finally she could only think of one sentence: "Just...just sit down."

The others probably understood what she meant, and tried to sit down like Yamabuki Sakura.

Unlike the tables and chairs wholesaled by the main god, the chairs made by everyone this time are also different.

The ones of Hagiwara and Matsuda appear to be high stools in front of the counters of two bars, with some differences only in details.

The stool Xia Youjie sat on was very low, and the material was strangely like a tatami mat.Gojo Satoru simply got a lazy sofa on the ground, took out the PSP and continued to play games in this situation, I don't know whether it is because of overconfidence or overconfidence.

Yamabuki Sakura explained: "Everything here can be changed at will. It is similar to the description of "there is everything in the kingdom of heaven". As long as you can imagine it, you can make... anything...? "

Her voice gradually died down, and she stared blankly at the pile of items that kept piling up in front of her.

The chair Fyodor sat on at the beginning was a simple piece of stone, as plain as if it had just been moved from Siberia.

He has no particularly high demands on material things, but after Dazai, the owner of the luxury PLUS work chair, Ji gave him a suspicious look, everything changed.

These two world intelligence value adjustment patches have slipped through the net, and finally found a place where they can show their talents.The chairs are getting higher and higher, with more and more patterns, gradually developing in an outrageous direction.

"Isn't this not good?" Osamu Dazai looked at Fyodor with a smile, and the latter was sitting on a table that looked like the office chair of the president of the Butei Club very murderously: "I don't think so. Are you polite?"

"Oh, I apologize if it made you feel uncomfortable." Fyodor smirked: "I prefer this type of desk and chair recently... so what about this one?"

A European-style baroque armchair with a dark red backrest and metal line decoration on the edge of the backrest. The gold and red color scheme looks low-key, elegant and expensive.

It just so happened that Dazai was also very familiar with this chair.

Usually it appears in the office of the top leader of the port mafia headquarters, an office chair belonging to Mori Ogai.

"..."

For the first time, Osamu Dazai began to reflect on why he always worked for others. Why couldn't he be more independent and set up an organization like "Cat of the Living Castle"* to be his own boss?

A beautiful short cat jumped into Fyodor's arms out of thin air, meowing.

Fyodor looked at Osamu Dazai, who smiled: "Don't you think cats are cute? This kind of cat is very good at catching mice, and it was a great help when humans immigrated to the New World."

Fyodor: "Actually, I know how to make a nuclear bomb. Maybe I can show it now."

Dazai who was sitting on the Supreme Throne* smiled: "Coincidentally, I also have something for you to see."

The "things" around them piled up at a jaw-dropping speed, and people soon lost sight of them. Only their vital signs could be seen from the rapidly increasing number of items.

……

Matsuda, who had always maintained the image of a mature adult, suddenly stood up.

Hagihara had a bad feeling: "What's wrong, Xiaozhenping?"

"Actually," Matsuda Jinhei said, "I've always dreamed of dismantling a nuclear bomb."

Hagiwara Kenji:? ? ?

Don't you?

The author says:

*The Cat of the Living Castle: Feja is the leader of the group "Rats of the Dead House"

*Supreme Throne: The throne of Odin, the Lord of the Gods in Norse mythology

(The plot of the next chapter: Nakahara heard that Toru Amuro was an undercover agent, jumped up from his seat, drew his gun and pulled the trigger, and the two started a fierce battle in the kingdom of heaven. obliterated... (Just say