I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

Puff--

The short ribs pierced directly into his lower abdomen, and the middle-aged man’s expression suddenly became ugly. His heart was crossed, and the ribs in his hand cut a long strip directly on his lower abdomen. In the mouth, the intestines inside flowed out like water.

The executioner named Yamada gritted his teeth, and the katana in his hand shook the sound of breaking wind.

The blood bloomed into a bright red flower, and the cold katana directly cut off the middle-aged man's head.

Grumbling--

The head rolls to the side...

everything is over.

The guards began to deal with the scene, and finally found that Yamada was still standing in a daze just now, so they looked at each other one by one.

In the end, a guard mustered up the courage to step forward.

"Master Yamada Asemon, it's time to go to another execution ground."

Yamada Asemon... is he from that family? !

Komachi, who had already vomited all over the floor, opened his mouth in surprise when he heard the surname, and looked at the katana he was wiping.

So should this knife be...

Demon knife-static mist.

[Cut off all the sinners, cut off all the failed people, cut off all the hypocritical people. 】

A hoarse voice echoed in Komachi's mind, constantly impacting her spirit, like thousands of ants climbing on her body.

[You are a messenger of justice, your mission is to send the evil ones into the abyss of death; you are a messenger of good will, your mission is to guide the fallen people to where they should go...]

The calm, presumably unstable night passed quietly.

The enrollment of new students often brings a sense of freshness due to changes in the environment. Everyone is full of illusions for their own bright future, and is ‘temporarily’ determined to accomplish the goals set for themselves one by one.

The impulse brought about by freshness tends to lead a person to have infinite vitality in doing things. Therefore, many freshmen will always show an infinite possibility in the first semester of school and become a short-lived member.

However, it was just a flash in the pan.

Early in the morning, Chen Feng looked bored in the back of the classroom while playing on his mobile phone while ignoring the math teacher who had fallen off the stage. No way, it's as boring as throwing you to the elementary school to listen to the equations taught by the elementary school teacher. Chen Feng is really not interested in listening to this kind of class.

After the last'Internet violent' incident, Chen Feng's Twitter attention has increased instead of falling. Now, his number of followers is about to exceed 5 million. Almost every tweet is followed by various people asking questions. When will his next batch of figures be made?

Looking through the contents of the private messages, many of them are expressing respect for him. One article feels as complicated as reading a composition. Sometimes Chen Feng looks more and more awkward, and the whole person has goose bumps. NS.

Some people even asked him to wear women's clothing. He almost didn't find this person to let others evaporate when he saw the news.

"Who are these people..."

Just as he was reading various private messages, his phone vibrated.

There is a line of news sent over.

His line account is generally only owned by his own acquaintances, and the rest of the customers who come to buy his hands are usually deleted directly after the transaction is completed, without even a little hesitation.

Open the line, the suffix of the profile picture is a girl in the same class as you.

Snow under the snow.

Xue Na: [Don't play with your mobile phone in class, just give the teacher a face. ]

Chen Feng raised his head when he saw the news. As expected, Xue Nai, who was sitting in the middle row, was staring at him, so he typed a reply.

[It's too simple, I'm not interested. ]

[(▼ヘ▼#), I know you are very good in science, but what if you end up falling short because of carelessness? ]

Chen Feng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Xue Nai would still use emojis. Generally speaking, people around him seemed to use more emojis when Yang Nao and Yotsuba were chatting on the software.

Hmm...it feels a bit contrasting and cute inexplicably.

Chen Feng looked at Xue Nai who hid the phone under the table and answered him carefully. The eyes of the two were facing each other, and Xue Nao turned his head in an instant.

[All in all, I don’t want my opponent to lose to me because of my pride and complacency in the final exam. That would be too victorious. ]

[Don’t worry, I won’t have any problems if you score 0 in the test. ]

Chen Feng is not only able to learn theoretical knowledge, he used to spend a lot of practice to experiment in practice, these basic knowledge of high school will not make him make mistakes.

No, Xue Na put away the phone, stared fiercely behind him, and then continued to listen to the class.

She is not a monster that Chen Feng has studied and practiced in any field, nor does she have so many opportunities and time for her to do it, so she has to work harder than her peers, and she can only do it at best. Like now, I will learn a little bit more knowledge than the average student.

When giving supplementary lessons to Komachi, Yukino had already discovered that Chen Feng shouldn't actually come to high school. In terms of his attainments, he should go directly to university.

Therefore, in terms of learning, Xue Nai completely regarded Chen Feng as his imaginary enemy, and with this as the goal, he constantly improved himself and raised himself to a higher level.

Her ambition has always been so strong, and there is no room for failure in her eyes. Even if she fails, she will eventually win back.

From the podium, everything below was very clear. The math teacher who was telling the formula saw Xue Nao and Chen Feng's little movements, and the lecture became a little stumbling, but he didn't dare to care... These two are both small ancestors...

However, at the door of the classroom, a young girl holding a pile of materials stood outside. She happened to see what was happening in the classroom. A pair of curious eyes kept looking at the direction of the two.

Chen Feng boringly checked his Twitter private messages until the end of get out of class. He suddenly saw a private message sent by a person with a certification label. After briefly browsing the content, Chen Feng found that it was an invitation letter for business cooperation.

[Dear Mr. Fenglin, I am the editor-in-chief of Fusaichuan Library. After I was fortunate enough to purchase the hand-designed and made by you, our company has a deeper understanding of you and admires your design talent and production ……】

"Fujian Bunko? What the hell, I haven't heard of it."

At this time, the bell for the end of get out of class rang, and the teacher on the podium stopped abruptly. After the announcement of the'end of get out of class', he ran out of the classroom like a plague god.

Chen Feng is still thinking about whether this Undead Chuan Library is reliable or not. He has also been relatively short of money recently, and the conditions above promised to be acceptable.

Designing peripherals or producing limited-edition figures for Wenku’s animation writers, he can extract 60% of the profit, and Wenku will also give him a part of the promotion fee based on the traffic attracted by his fame, and he is even willing to be responsible for it. The peripheral design and production company gave him 30% of the shares...

It seems to be paid well.

It is not that Chen Feng has not seen similar discussions on the Internet. The money an animation author can get from the surroundings is only 2-3%, and the rest is made by production companies and publishing houses. Eat it, even if it’s a TV station purchase fee, the author can never get more than 4% of the money.

Is it really reasonable for this library to give itself such a high share?

Chen Feng couldn't help thinking about this. No, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the other party was like a liar. How could a capitalist take the initiative to make profit?

Cursing his lips in disgust, Chen Feng placed the phone flat on the table. At this moment, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.

Turning his head, Yukino was standing beside him with his hips akimbo.