I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

"puff!"

Asakura Teru spit out the potato chips in his mouth and widened his eyes: "How much?!"

"5000."

"Have hastily! I'm going to make a fortune!"

Asakura Teru was overjoyed and danced and asked, "Who to kill? When to kill? How much can I get?"

"It's still the same as before, whoever wins will get two-thirds."

"Well, so who are you going to kill?"

"Just a college student."

"What college students are so valuable?" Asakura Teru blinked, still with a vaguely childish look on his face: "Which boss's child?"

"No, it's really just an ordinary college student."

"name."

"Yoshikage Kira."

"Hastily! Don't do it! Get out!" Asakura Teru hung up the phone decisively, looking out for the computer to do a simple math problem with a grimacing face - "Two-thirds of the 5000 million yen...ah! I Sure enough, there is no life to make a fortune!"

Ask yourself!

Are you excited? - Heartbeat!

Dare to move? - dare not move.

Oh shit!

Asakura Teru threw the game console violently - so much money, enough for him to use condoms to build a small house and raise two big white sisters to live like a fairy!

No, no, it's better to live.

next time.

Get rich next time.

"But then again... If I tip him off, can I get any benefits~"

The villa area in the northeast of Duwang Town

Ji Liang Yoshikage really fell asleep last night.

——It may not be accurate enough to say that it is insomnia.

He did get a full 8 hours of sleep, but the quality of sleep was poor.

very bad!

'Looks like... the only way to improve the situation is to find the person who made the mirror world'

Kira Yoshikage thought while looking at the breakfast on the plate.

or......

'Maybe need some consolation'

It was easy for Yoshikage Kira to think of Miki Sakai's hand—it seemed like a long time ago.

He sighed, put down the knife, picked up the plate and walked towards the sink.

"Is that enough to eat?"

Kira Yoshihiro put down the newspaper with worry in his eyes.

With concern and caution in his tone, he said gently, "Would you like to eat more?"

——The old father could feel that his son was in a bad mood these two days.

why?

Because you didn't win anything in the lottery?

No, no.

Ji Ying is not someone who will compare those things, let alone...

Mr. Yoshihiro Kira deeply thought that with his son's character, it was more likely that he had thrown away all the lottery tickets.

Seeing that Kira Yoshikage did not respond, Kira Yoshihiro took it for granted, shook the newspaper and continued to read the news with relish while holding the reading glasses.

The old man still prefers this traditional way of receiving new information to TV and mobile phones.

Beside the pool, Ji Liang Yoshikage lowered his head and silently washed the tableware he had used, and his frowning brows did not relax for a moment.

He misses the time when he has a "partner" by his side and can always be comforted.

Some not-so-good ideas grew in his mind.

- The balance is too difficult to grasp.

Yoshikage Kira wiped the water stains on the plate with a clean cloth.

What he means is, if you let yourself go and do it...