I just want to be a regular writer

I Just Want to Be a Normal Writer Chapter 364

——Chiba Yu stepped on his back.

The human body is always much softer than the ground. The flustered Chiba You was caught off guard and fell backward.

"Snapped,"

Jiliang Jiying raised her hand and grabbed her to help her stand firm.

Now there are more important things. There is no room to stage these episodes that are not time-consuming at first glance, but can be considered considerable cumulative.

He raised his eyebrows at Chiba You slightly, and made a final conclusion: "You need a chair more than I do."

Chiba Yu felt his face a little hot.

She touched her wrist-took a deep breath.

Then, she raised her head and smiled at Kira Yoshikage: "What did Kira-kun asked me just now?"

Ah, this is the topic.

Yoshikage Kira pointed at Setohara, and calmly faced the doubts in his heart: "How to do it? Is it possible to reverse or move forward?"-He was referring to time.

"Ok?"

Chiba Yu tilted her head and thought about it.

——There is trouble in her eyes, and it condenses into a thick black under the cold moonlight.

in fact...

Because it was too sudden, she hadn't completely sorted these things.

But but!

If Kira-kun wants to know... he has to sort out the answer.

Sort out one...

The answer that no one can know except Kira-kun!~

"It's not the same~"

Chiba Yu laughed, and she still looked up at Kira Yoshikage-that was her yearning for a good person who was still on the "right path" with secrets and haze.

'Ah, out of reach'

As Chiba Yu thought, he stood on tiptoe.

She whispered in the ear of Jiliang Jiying: "It should be..."

Jiliang Jiying frowned slightly.

——Because of Chiba Yu's breathing.

Her breathing was light, warm, and in sharp contrast with the cool wind that broke into the room in winter.

Away from Chiba Yu's breathing, Kira Yoshikage listened carefully to the girl's whisper.

"......leftover..."

Chiba Yu smiled and backed away a few steps, and blinked at Kira Yoshikage with her hands behind her back and said, "Tell Kira-kun until I figure it out~"

The information given by Chiba Yu is somewhat trivial.

Jiliang Jiying looked down for a while and nodded.

——He was puzzled. It was not about Chiba Yu's ability, but Chiba Yu's behavior.

she was...

Don't you need to keep a secret for yourself and leave something like a "killer's key"?

"Just tell Kira-kun!"

Chiba Yu seemed to read the question in Kira Yoshikage’s eyes, and said with a smile: "If you have a secret...you can share it with Yoshiyage~"

——'Because... I must be transparent in front of Kira-kun, so Kira-kun can rest assured'

Kira Yoshikage stared at Chiba Yu-it is no exaggeration to say that the girl's frowns and smiles were stamped in his heart-because... she was the beginning of all "unsettling".

He made a decision.

——Although I haven't paid attention to it before, I don't want to spare time to analyze.But now... it's time.

When he gets home, Kira Yoshikage will reorganize everything about Chiba Yu.

then......

Then decide whether to mark her with "×" or "√".

Setohara on the ground felt that he was about to die.

——In various senses.

Looking at it from his perspective, the emotions that Chiba Yu brought out almost turned into pink bubbles, filling the dilapidated apartment.

'The wrong person was chosen from the beginning'

Setohara was finally willing to face this fact, but it was too late.

Jiliang Jiying looked down at him, "So..."

There is a smile in his eyes and on his face. Only the dullest person will overlap the Kira Yoshikage at this moment with the earlier Kira Yoshikage-now he... is "really" in a good mood .

"How do you know I have arrows on my body?"

Yoshikage Kira asked again.

A high-end hotel in Sendai

This is a high-priced suite, which matches its pricing-even the aromatherapy used in this suite comes from a certain expensive brand.

Men don't like that fancy taste.

He threw the aromatherapy into the trash can and turned to look at his companion: "Did you contact Setohara?"

——What came out of his mouth was fluent Italian with a local accent.

The person sitting on the sofa did not immediately respond.