I just want to be a regular writer

I Just Want to Be a Normal Writer Chapter 42

Chiba Yu looked at her hand and laughed. Since [Teacher] couldn't send her to hell smoothly, then Kira-kun couldn't help him!

You know...Kiliang-kun is very smart~

By the way, I can't think about these things now.

Chiba Yu probe looked at the surrounding monitors, lowered the brim of his hat and tried his best to avoid the monitors and walked towards Kira Yoshikage's house.

——She has to tell Kira-kun that he is in danger.

Standing at the door of Kira Yoshikage’s house, Chiba Yu pondered for a moment, took off the hairpin on top of her head and pried the door to enter——[Teacher] It was a bit useful. He taught Chiba Yu a lot, and Chiba Yu will repay him~

"Excuse me~"

Chiba Yu said softly and opened the door to enter.

This is an uncomfortable home, and every furnishing is rigorous and conservative.

But this is Kira-kun!

'Ah, this is also the charm of Kira-kun~'

Thinking like this, Chiba Yu carefully took off his shoes and found the guest slippers in the shoe cabinet to put them on.

So...

Let her take a look at the life of Kira-kun~

Hmm...the ingredients in the refrigerator are very rich. Kira-kun is a man who can cook~

Add points!

Every corner is very clean, he is really different from those sloppy and worms~

Add points!

what!computer!

Chiba Yu found Miki Sakai's computer bag in Kira Yoshikage's bedroom-it was placed at the bottom of the drawer under the bed, and Chiba Yu found it.

She recognized it as Miki Sakai's computer.

So... why is the computer of that stupid woman who thinks too high is here in Kira-kun~

The answer is... hee hee~

Chiba Yu smiled sweetly: "It seems that Kira-kun has discovered the existence of [Teacher]~"

This will not work.

Chiba Yu's smile suddenly disappeared, she lowered her eyes and looked at the outdated laptop.

He curled his lips and put the computer back in place.

Although Kira-kun is also very good, [Teacher] is [Teacher] after all.

She is not willing to bet, because [Teacher] has too many mean methods to use in the dark.

Chiba Yu thought-she should prepare a meeting ceremony for Kira-kun.

then apply......

[Teacher] News of his death~

It feels bad to be followed.

Especially being followed by two people.

Jiliang Jiying was walking on the way home, his eyes flashed impatience.

One of the stalkers was Tanaka-the extra kindness from Misaki Kirihara.

But that was always good intentions, although Kira Yoshikage was dissatisfied with this, but it could barely offset it.

So...

What about another stalker?

Yoshikage Kira laughed--is it Misaki Uehara?Or [Teacher]?Or is it another puppet like Miki Sakai?

He paid attention to the line of sight behind him, unlocked the door and entered.

After closing the door, Kira Yoshikage knelt down and picked up a piece of paper on the ground that was only the length of an index finger.

——This note should have been caught in the crack of the door, it will only fall when you open the door and come in.

So...

Someone has been to his house.

Yoshikage Kira put down her bag and took off his suit jacket while walking inside.

After carefully looking at each room, he returned to his room.

The other party didn't leave anything—he meant monitors, listeners, and the like.

So, what is the purpose?

Yoshikage Kira found the nail clippers from the drawer and started to cut the nails.

After neatly finishing her nails, Yoshikage Kira got up and took out Miki Sakai's computer.

The same is true for the computer bag. The hair strands caught in the zipper have fallen out-it has also been touched.

Jiliang Jiying frowned and turned on the computer.

-There is a note on the keyboard of the notebook.

It was written in a pencil-[Kira-kun, be careful of the teacher-excellent]

Very well, the uninvited person is Yu Chiba.

Kira Yoshikage snorted and let this note disappear into the world with the computer.

[Teacher]’s email address Kira Yoshikage has already been written down, although it probably won’t be useful.

As for Chiba Yu...

I won’t notify Misaki Kirihara.