I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

near National University

Azusa Sasaki stood at the door of the coffee shop where he worked, looking up at the small signboard of the coffee shop.

Since she started working here, except for New Year's Day every year, the place has never closed.

And today, this is the second day that the store has been closed.

Sasaki Azusa was a little worried, and a simple phone call did not make her feel at ease—that boss was one of the most stubborn people she had ever met, unless he was too sick to get out of bed, it was impossible for him to close his business of.

Yesterday, the boss on the phone sounded in good spirits and said with a smile that he just wanted to rest for two days.

If so, Sasaki Azusa still intends to take a look.

The boss lives above the coffee shop, which is a small attic-two rooms, a warehouse, a bedroom, and the remaining square inch constitutes a small bathroom.

Taking out the spare key to unlock and enter the door, Azusa Sasaki quietly walked upstairs.

There is music coming faintly, which is different from the classical music that the boss occasionally listens to.

She knocked on the door lightly, waited for a while without a response, and then opened the door and went in.

Facing the door is a small window, which invites the insufficient sunlight into the room, and makes the small amount of dust in the air nowhere to hide.

Sasaki Azusa turned his head to look at the narrow bed in the room, the gentle boss was lying on the bed.

His right hand was hanging under the bed, and together with his wrist, he sank into the slightly cool basin beside the bed—the water in the basin was red.

Perhaps, it should have been a basin of warm water to prevent the wound from coagulating, or hot water.

Azusa Sasaki blinked her dry eyes, walked towards the house.

She was much calmer than she thought.

She methodically checked the boss's pulse and heartbeat, and repeatedly confirmed his cold body temperature, and then took out her mobile phone to call the police.

Then, she saw the boss's mobile phone on the table.

——That mobile phone was bought two years ago. It is very suitable for blind people to use for the elderly. Every time a button is pressed, a mechanized female voice will announce the number or function of the button.

The boss also used this to tease himself that he would enter old age in advance.

But now, the screen of the mobile phone is on, emitting a dazzling white light, as if silently begging passers-by to look at it.

Azusa Sasaki stepped forward to pick up the phone, and found that the interface was stuck on a text message that was being edited.

The recipient line is blank, obviously, the boss has no intention of sending this text message.

——[The disabled cannot survive here]

It was a scribbled suicide note.

In a trance for a moment, Sasaki Azusa remembered the slightly cheap plastic black cane that the boss was leaning on, and said with a smile: "I don't think there is any inconvenience in life, not to mention the fact that my ears are much better than ordinary people. By the way, do Azusa and Asami want to try the fruit drink I just made?" scene.

Taking a deep breath, Sasaki Azusa took off the gloves on his hands, and took out the phone from the bag.

Chapter 042 30 Hours

With the sound of the sudden brake of the taxi, the tires of the taxi left a brake mark of different shades on the concrete floor.

Asakura Teru jumped out of the back seat of the car and rushed into the building where his mother's company was located before waiting for change.

"Snapped!"

"Grandma... No, where's Harue Asakura?! Where's my mother? Let her come out!" Hui Asakura slapped the table at the front desk with one hand, jumping the young woman who was entering data at the front desk.

She looked up at Teru Asakura, then frowned and said softly, "Do you have an appointment? Ms. Asakura is receiving important guests now."

Ah, forgot.

It was only then that Asakura Teru remembered that his not-so-great mother, who had some problems in her mind, was still a boss anyway—the kind that could be regarded as busy and successful in her career.

He cleared his throat in embarrassment, and glanced at the company.

Everyone seems to be quite normal, so there should be no rush for such a second.

So Teru Asakura cleared his throat and grinned at the lady at the front desk, showing a young man's bright and irresistible smile: "Beautiful sister, can you help me find my mother? It's your boss, I have super It's important!~"

As the words fell, Asakura Teru smiled even brighter.

——One thing to say, Asakura Teru is still very confident about his smile.

Well, very confident.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Asakura is receiving important guests." The lady at the front desk put away her smile and put her hand on the receiver of the landline: "Ms. Asakura only has one daughter, you..." Her eyes swept over Asakura Hui washed the jeans to be whitish, and didn't miss the pair of men's-only sneakers that were fired to an unbelievable price last season.

Then his gaze went all the way up, ignoring the bright yellow stormtrooper and white backpack on Teru Asakura's upper body - indeed, there is a high probability that a tomboy would wear it like this.

but!

The lady at the front desk finally landed on Teru Asakura's Adam's Apple, which gradually became apparent after the voice change period, and showed a false, even stiff, professional smile: "Ms. Asakura has a lot of things to deal with every day. If it is work-related content, You can contact the agent who introduced you here."

Asakura Teru's smile can be regarded as able to defeat the invincible opponent in the world-a fiasco!

'Totally be regarded as a crazy kid who wants to be popular'

"Who cares about the old woman's agency?"

'Fuck fuck fuck! '