I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Gee.

Kira Yoshikage pinched his forehead and went back - in fact, he didn't hate Chiba Yu, he just hated everyone who made him need to temporarily adjust his schedule.

Especially today when there are many emergencies.

......

It's very late.

Kira Yoshikage has no appetite at all, just put down his chopsticks after taking a few bites for his health.

It was not until the dinner that was too late was over that he left the finishing work to his recovered father without any psychological burden.

"You don't need to send it to Kira-kun~"

Chiba Yu stood at the entrance and looked at Kira Yoshikage, and waved at him with a smile.

Then, she slowly closed the door and left.

——Today must be the luckiest day of her life so far!

Chiba Yu thought while standing in front of Kira Yoshikage's house.

But that doesn't work.

No way.

Chiba Yu shook his head and walked in the direction of his home. Recently, he has been a little too lucky. First, he shared afternoon tea with Kira-kun and obtained the ability called "substitute".And today... this dinner was literally stolen.

Can't be greedy.

'Don't be greedy'

Chiba Yu told himself repeatedly in his heart.

She misses the time she spent with Kira Yoshikage, but she must not be greedy - if she tastes too much sweetness...

Let's find a way to get rid of the wanted criminal status first.

......

The next day/National Comprehensive University

There are two more days before the final exam, and things in school finally come to an end as the year draws to a close.

Yoshikage Kira walked towards the teaching building, hearing Lilith's rambled, irrelevant voice on April [-]st.

Throughout the second half of the year, if you limit the scope to the National Comprehensive University - there are two big things.

One is the matter of Misaki Uehara, which made Professor Narita stigmatized.Even if the stigma is quickly washed away, the impact can be left forever, turning into a stain that seems to seep into the fabric of clothing.

The other is the death of Naoko Saigon Temple.

Regardless of the depth, the students were more or less uneasy.

——The department arranges psychological assessment for students.

To say that it is an evaluation, in fact, it seems to be just an ordinary conversation.Ji Liang Yoshikage was very annoyed by this, but he was unwilling to speak out and refuse.

Today is the day when Yoshikage Kira was assessed.

He looked down at the time and stopped in front of the office: "April [-]st."

"Huh?" Lilith blinked on April [-]st: "What's wrong?"

"Should you go to the classroom?"

Ji Liang Yoshikage pointed to the door of the office and raised his eyebrows: "The direction is wrong."

"what!"

On April [-], Lilith patted her head: "Yes!" She turned around with a smile, waved at Ji Liang Yoshikage and left simply - unfortunately, on April [-], Lilith and the counselor had a meeting about her many times. Talk of skipping class.

Then.

Kira Yoshikage raised his hand and knocked on the door of the office - come home quickly.

A hotel suite in Sendai

The suite door was slammed open, and the wooden door slammed against the wall, making a "Bang!" sound.

The man sitting on the sofa wiping the pistol looked up at his companion and raised his eyebrows: "Sandro, what's wrong?"

The man named Sandro slammed the door with his backhand, and grabbed a towel and pressed it on his forehead: "Forget it."

The towel was quickly penetrated by blood, turning from white to rich red.

"Didn't you say you saw the lady yesterday?"

"...Just because I saw Miss." Sandro sat down on the chair angrily and found the medicine cabinet.

After checking his injury in the mirror, he raised his hand and began to clean the wound.

"You should walk around when you see a young lady. This kind of truth... I don't need to teach you?" The man on the sofa didn't care about Sandro's injury, but rather gloated a little - after all... There are really very few people who can make Sandro suffer.

"Boom!"

Sandro threw the scissors into the medicine box, and turned his head in a bit of exasperation: "I taught you this kind of thing at the beginning, right?"