I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Chapter 048 Lovely Love (4/4)

Next day/AM03;42

"I know, teacher, I'm really working on my thesis..."

Shan Chengxian shrugged his shoulders and clamped his mobile phone sideways, and while responding, he still did not forget to stare at the computer screen in front of him.

- The thesis will be written.

but now!

It's a very urgent time!

He stared nervously at the picture on the screen, and the gamepad in his hand made a "pop" sound in the silent night.

"I can hear your game playing through my phone!"

The mentor's roar came from the receiver, making Shan Chengxian shudder with fright.

His fingers slid across the buttons on the handle, and his breath picked up immediately—it seemed... beyond remedial.

Shan Chengxian looked a little discouraged as the screen turned black and white, and sighed leisurely.

Be optimistic.

Can only be optimistic - at least today... Barely making progress - Shan Chengxian refers to the game.

He got up and moved his aching shoulders, still holding the phone in a friendly tone: "Don't worry, teacher, I'm just relaxing properly." He turned his head and glanced at the progress on the laptop. 10% of the papers, he vowed: "Anyway... I will definitely submit it on Monday."

"Today is Monday!"

As the young professor roared even louder, Shan Chengxian's eyes widened - yes, it's past zero.

He cleared his throat, still in his unhurried tone: "Don't worry, I will definitely send the paper to your mailbox at 9 o'clock in the morning."

"Really?"

"of course."

"Okay, 9:[-] in the morning." The professor on the other end of the call whispered, "Just wait for sudden death."

Shan Chengxian gave a good-natured laugh, and said a few words to the professor before hanging up.

"It's still until 9 o'clock..."

Shan Chengxian glanced at the time on the phone with no confidence, and sighed: "If you add gas...it should be possible. If it doesn't work...just pretend to fall asleep."

Thinking irresponsibly, Shan Chengxian looked down at the time again.

The center of the phone screen is so accurate - AM03; 58

In the dimly lit room, a human figure appeared beside Shan Chengxian.

He turned his head to look at the human figure, then lowered his head again.

It was not until the time on the mobile phone advanced to AM04;00 that Shan Chengxian shook his head resignedly: "There are still 5 hours, papers or something... Holidays are useless at all... "

Complaining so, Shan Chengxian nestled into the sofa with his notebook in his arms, quickly sorted out his thoughts, and then started typing on the keyboard.

When the progress of the paper reached about 40%, he stopped and turned his head to look at the bright sky outside the window.

'That person...seems to be called...'

Shan Chengxian lowered his head and thought for a moment, his eyes lit up: "By the way, it's Ji Liang Yoshikage!"

Subconsciously, he entered the name into the thesis editing page.

He couldn't forget the blond young man he met during the psychological evaluation for the students of the National Comprehensive University that day - ah, he is not a pervert.He was only slightly, out of curiosity...would like to know what the pink figure that appeared beside the blond young man named Yoshikage Kira was.

He has something like that too.

- Sure enough, it's not the only one.

what.

The dissertation is too late.

Shan Chengxian snapped back to his senses and refocused his attention on the laptop screen.

A park on the outskirts of Sendai City

Arisugawa Harue was holding a wooden box in his hand, with a faint unease in his expression.

In order to alleviate this inexplicable anxiety, she lowered her head and opened the wooden box to look at the golden arrows inside - she failed to do what "sister" explained.

There are too few people around who can become "chosen people", no!

Arisugawa Harue even wondered... Is there really such a person? ——Of course, she is the "chosen one".The same goes for the girl beside her.

so...

In terms of people's eyes, "sister" is always more experienced.

The girl sitting on the swing raised her head to look at Harue Arisukawa, with innocent curiosity flashing in her eyes: "What kind of person is 'Sister'?"

"You'll know when you see it."

Arisukawa Harue responded softly, giving an ambiguous answer.