I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Ah, he must be too concerned about the relationship with the pink, cat-eared guy.

Shan Chengxian had annoyed expression on his face, and said in his heart that he should check the paper before sending it to the teacher - this is purely an afterthought.Shan Chengxian is a typical person who does academics according to inspiration.He deeply thought that if he checked repeatedly, the flavor of the paper would be lost.

Of course, it is not excluded that he finds it too troublesome to check papers.

It's not arrogance, it's just that he has never made such a mistake since he was a child.

Ah, wrong.

It was a mistake once.

In... freshman year?

——That "mistake" can be said to have caused Shan Chengxian to lose so much that it is still irreparable to this day.

But that's not a learning error.

Shan Chengxian quickly deleted the 7 "Jirana Jiying" in the paper, and searched it again to be on the safe side, before sending the paper to the professor's mailbox, and reciting words: "Don't make fun of me, I will feel guilty because of guilt. Emotional agitation and sudden death."

"..." The professor fell silent as he expected.

After a long while, Shan Chengxian heard the sigh of the young professor: "In order not to cause you to die suddenly, I will hang up first. The school is about to start, you should work hard and pass the customs. I hope you can devote more energy to your studies in the new semester."

Shan Chengxian promised: "Don't worry, teacher, learning is always the most important thing."

What responded to him was the busy tone from the receiver after the professor quickly hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone in the headphones, Shan Chengxian blinked innocently: "Did I say something wrong?"

should not.

After self-questioning and self-answering, Shan Chengxian picked up the gamepad again.

I have to finish the archive at 4 o'clock today!

Fukada Risha couldn't fall asleep.

The mattress needs to be changed, the mattress is too soft.

She rolled over on the bed and looked out the window with her eyes open.

Outside is the swaying grass and leaves in the courtyard under the moonlight, occasionally making rustling sounds under the caress of the breeze.

Fukada Risha took this posture for a while and sat up.

After walking for a while, he fumbled through the quilt to find pajamas and put them on.

Turning on the lamp, she sat down by the window with the Bible, and began to read the words that were too finely arranged, which affected the reading experience-this was always a story for her, but if God really existed, she would I really want to get acquainted.

But in terms of what she's done in her life, if gods really exist... she'll probably only be able to see them in hell, right?

No problem.

In the silent night, the rustling of grass and trees and sporadic insect chirping could be heard by Fukada Risa's ears.This was the perfect background sound for her. She focused on the Bible in her hand until the sky gradually began to light up before rubbing her temples and putting down the heavy book.

In fact, she has something to do today.

The task force set up for the slashing case needs to be resolved. They seem to have touched the right direction, but they stopped because their sight was "blinded" and could not see the truth.

Fukada Risha has always believed that there are intelligent people in this world.

Not being able to see a stand-in might not be a huge hindrance to those who can piece together the truth with just one brain - which is not good.

What she wants and wants is still the perfect balance between her "everyday" and "unusual".

Only balance can make Fukada Risha feel at ease.

Only with balance can she, who has nothing else to ask for, have fun in the midst of boredom.

so.....

The first thing that needs to be solved is the woman named Aoba Hitomi.

what a pity.

I hope that Aoba Tong in the next life can change her name and surname to become a more ordinary person.If you are really unwilling to be lonely, at least don't spy on the truth at will.

Fukada Risha went out in a good mood, without the fatigue and dryness of staying up all night - because... the "pebbles" on her way will soon disappear one by one.

Perhaps the deaths of those people will become another unsolved mystery in the world.

but...

So what?

For Risa Fukada, everything is the same - she will always be the one who sits in the audience watching everything, occasionally participating in the plot, just to add a little brighter color to the boring plot on the stage.

She knew where Aoba Tong lived, and she also found out the trajectory of Ao Ye Tong's life during this period.

Because of her participation in the task force, even if she is just a small bridge for communication between the host and the team members, she still needs to report to the Metropolitan Police Department every day.

First of all.

Need to tear down the "bridge" named Aoba Hitomi.

Fukada Risha stood downstairs at the hotel where Hitomi Aoba stayed, looking up at the towering hotel building.

After a while, she turned and turned into the alley.