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In the moonlit night, I was supposed to take the big bag of bento and snacks that the shop owner forced me into, and quickly land back in that small but warmly furnished rental room, happily drinking a glass of my favorite Cheese milk tea, and then sleep with your head covered until dawn.

However, why?

Why am I now being chased by a group of brats, running extremely fast under the moonlit night?

Is this youth?

But I'm already a social animal in my 20s.

The leader was a thin boy, panting heavily while running, commanding:

"Come out and go west to block her with two people! The rest of them will be chased by me! I don't believe it, a large group of people can't outrun a sick ghost?!"

I stopped in my footsteps, and my face became grim.

To be honest, people who have been ill for a long time will become somewhat distorted psychologically.

Especially for a person like me who has many diseases, bad life, and extremely rough life, it is even more full of thunder spots.

If you say that I look bad, I can spare your life, but if you say that my life is not long, I'm sorry, you will definitely die today.

I gently put down the bag of food, and then stretch my muscles and bones.

what

did i say

when my dad was alive

It's from a professional boxer.

No?

Very good, it's not too late to know now.

I'm going to show you brats today the consequences of angering a sick and dead ghost who has practiced boxing for more than ten years!

Waking up again, I struggled to get my head out of the heavy quilt, and heard the pattering rain outside, and immediately felt a burst of cold air.

It's raining.

a little cold.

My legs are also a little sore.

But fortunately, it is the level I can accept.

I put on my clothes slowly, heated up the fried chicken cutlet bento, and poured another glass of lemon juice. After eating, I took painkillers slowly, packed my things slowly, and took them away slowly. Umbrella, go out, lock the door, go downstairs, open the umbrella.

what

This ruthless cold wind blows on my handsome face

did not expect

You are so jealous of my beautiful appearance

But

give up

you nasty wind

you can't beat me

You're just a formless, ethereal wind

people can't see you

I just hate the cold you bring

but i'm different

They marvel at my beauty

Even the passing flowers and plants have to bow for me

what

really

I am the strongest

JOJO

A hand was placed on my shoulder, and I looked back, it was the young boy who read my manuscript in the convenience store yesterday.

He stood on tiptoe, the hand on my shoulder seemed to be trembling, his exposed eye that I couldn't tell what color it was, looked at me inorganically, with a viscous and intimate The tone is puzzled

"Miss Hanabi," he said, "have you finally lost your mind?"

I looked at him silently, eyes full of love, I took his hand off, and rubbed his little curly hair almost lovingly like yesterday.

My eyebrows and eyes were curved, and I rubbed his hair violently.

"Little brat" I asked him with a smile, "Who are you calling crazy?"

We hurt each other like this, and we came to the convenience store all the way under the eyes of others looking crazy.

The owner of the store looked at me fiercely as if I was going to bald the boy's hair, silently took a small kettle from the dressing room, and made me a glass of ginger milk.

"It's too cold, drink it while it's hot."

I took the cup with a smile, and poured the cup back and forth with my hot hands, my fingertips were so hot that I felt pain.

The little boy laughed at me mercilessly. I smiled and stuffed the cup into his hand. He was silent for a moment, and then his two hands, which were more exaggerated than mine, kept moving.

Ah

call you schadenfreude

Retribution is coming soon

The rain is getting heavier and heavier today, and there are no people on the road at all, even the owner of the shop is not going out.

The shopkeeper was sitting in front of the locker room, fiddling with his mobile phone with a bored face. He didn't know what game he was playing. The hoarse crowing sound of crows kept coming from the mobile phone.

There was thunder outside the house from time to time, and with the crow's crow, the feeling was a bit more gloomy for no reason.

I am bored drawing in my notebook.

I haven't learned skills like sketching or oil painting, but I have only published blackboard newspapers for a few years, and I also have a little interest in it, so I don't have anything to do on weekdays.

The little boy's stomach rumbled.

The shopkeeper gave him a look.

"I really want to eat crabs."

I looked at him: "Do you want to eat spicy crab?"

His eyes sparkled: "Eat!"

"Let's have another crab meat stew, do you want another fried dumpling? What do you eat, manager?"

The shopkeeper thought for a while: "Let's have fried noodles."

"Okay, I'll order another wonton, hey, what are you eating?"

"Do you have fried rice?"

"Ah, there is pineapple rice."

"wanted!"

After drinking and eating, it is best to sleep.

I yawned three times in a row, and the hand that cleared the table almost reached into the leftover wonton soup. The owner of the shop drove me into the dressing room, and said with a straight face, "Go to sleep, or your wages will be deducted!"

Let me tell you first, I'm really sleepy, so I don't care about salary.

I fell asleep drowsily, not knowing the sun and the moon and the sky.