Self.

Keep yourself.

Putting the palms of both hands into the pockets of his white slacks, the calm face of the god whispered to himself in his heart.

Now, it's definitely not the time to be impulsive.

In the coffee-colored pupils, it is the figure that appears at this moment.

It's not him or her, it's [it].

Yes, [it].

There is nothing wrong with the pronoun used - because the [it] in front of you does not belong to the human species.

Monster.

This is the name of [it], not God, not the devil, not man.

Or another way to call it a vampire.

Legendary supernatural beings survive by drinking the blood of humans or other creatures.

In the face of this creature, it is undoubtedly the most appropriate choice to call it "it".

Although, like most European aristocrats, it had a standard blonde and blue-eyed gown as white as snow.

The standard handsome face makes it impossible to pick out the shortcomings of the smile.

However, none of this can make it his.

Because it doesn't suffer from disease, it has white skin that doesn't have any blood at all.

[It] is afraid of the sun.

……

Speaking of which, whether it is himself or him, all he should do is to keep himself.

Using the keyboard to gather his thoughts into words and form them on the screen, such thoughts suddenly popped into his mind.

My name is Kazeta Takasaka, not Nishio Restoration, not Nasu Mushroom, and not Kamaichi-sensei who helped me in light novels.

――Writing your own work is your own life.

Although as long as you send a light novel that has been read before and has not yet appeared to a certain publisher, you can get quite excellent results.

You don't need to think about the plot, you can easily make money.

Although I don't remember the general content, Feng Tai believes that if he puts in some effort, he should be able to remember it.

It's not exactly the same, but it's probably still fine.

And this general plot plus your own writing must be able to make a lot of money, right?

As for the reason why I wrote the content in my own writing - it is impossible to memorize all the content and words of the whole book, right?

Moreover, even if you memorize it for so long, you will definitely forget it.

It's already very rare to be able to remember the general plot.

Ah, I really want to write down those famous light novels that haven't appeared yet and send them to the publisher.

Such a thought once appeared in the mind of Kazeta Takasaka in the past.

But he didn't do it.

After all, ideas are just ideas, and if reality can be completely consistent with ideas, there will not be many times that they can appear on the road of the whole life.

And, as Feng Tai himself said above - writing your own works is your own life.

For himself, Takasaka has a stubbornness that ordinary people can't understand.

Although it will be easy to make money in the way he just said, he will always be reluctant to do so.

If you have to compare it, then it should be that the wind is too between the flat asphalt road that has been paved and the mountain road that is difficult to walk an inch, and it is incomprehensible in the eyes of others to choose the latter.

Why? Is this guy stupid?

If it was before, Feng Tai, who knew about this kind of thing, would have said without hesitation.

However, that is also the previous self knowing that this happened to someone else.

This kind of thing is added to the current Feng Tai, and the possibility of such words appearing has undoubtedly become the 0 of the Arabic numerals.

Self and others are always different.

Even if it's just a rough plot of characters and content mixed in his light novel, he will feel inexplicably uneasy.

"So, it's supposed to be dinner time, right?"

Looking up at the clock hanging in the room, he said to himself.

It's nearly six o'clock in the evening at five forty-five o'clock, or more precisely, five forty-four minutes.

What should I eat......

Pushing open the chair and making a creaking sound, the wind that came to the kitchen opened the refrigerator door.

How about chicken curry? Yuko made it last time, and it tasted good.

No, I wouldn't do it at all, would I?

And......

The wind squinted too much, and there was no chicken stored in the refrigerator at all.

Last time it was used up by Yuko?

He wanted to sigh, but thinking that most of the ingredients had gone into his stomach, he hesitated for a moment and didn't do it.

Ah, it looks like there's still leftover rice from last night.

The egg fried rice made with overnight rice is delicious.

With this in mind, he searched for eggs in the refrigerator.

…… Didn't put it in the fridge?

No eggs were found, and scratching his head, he flipped through the white shopping bag beside him.

No......

Could it be that it was also used up by Yuko?

Having this guess in his mind, Feng Tai hesitated for a moment and re-opened another white shopping bag.

…… Sure enough, it was used up.

Now, you can only go out and solve the problem of dinner, right?!

Takasaka gritted his teeth too unwillingly.

Soon came to the door, confirmed that there was a wallet in his pocket that was shriveled because of Shimada Hazuki, and Takasaka Futa, who made a ruthless decision, opened the door.

……

"No, no, I still have things to do. ”

"Ha, it's just going to the video arcade to play together, and it won't take a lot of time. ”

"It won't delay you. ”

Hang'er Langdang's expression seemed to be dyed withered yellow hair.

The horse-faced man with pimples on his face propped his hands on the wall and leaned down to stare at the female high school student who was leaning against the wall because of himself, looking panicked.

The girl carries a black guitar bag and appears to be a member of the school music club.

But none of this has anything to do with horse-faced men.

He didn't know anything about musical instruments at all.

He didn't even know the difference between guitar and bass, classical guitar and electric guitar.

He only knew that the girl in front of him was a beautiful girl he didn't usually see at all.

"If I don't even give me that time, I'll be angry. ”

"And when I get angry, you can't blame me for doing anything weird. ”

Tilting his head slightly and taking a puff of cigarette, the horse-faced man spat into the sky.

At the same time, he used the corner of his eye to glance at her in a panic.

Perhaps it was because of his obvious threat that the girl's expression changed from panic to panic.

"That's a threat, right? I'll call the police. ”

She pursed her lips and feigned composure in response.

But this appearance fell in the eyes of the horse-faced man, which made him even more excited.

"Huh?" Deliberately elongated his voice, he tried to show the surprise he wanted to show in this way: "Call the police?"

"You can try the consequences of calling the police. ”

"Besides, it's a question of whether you have a chance to call the police now, right?"

It's obviously a question sentence, but the horse-faced man uses an affirmative tone.

The moment he spoke, the girl's expression froze obviously.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I won't do anything strange to you. ”

Strange smiled and reached out, trying to grab the girl's arm.

"No, don't!"

Syllable!

His outstretched hand was slapped away by the crying girl.

"It hurts......"

After rubbing his reddened wrists, his face was completely gloomy, and he casually threw the cigarette he had smoked to the ground.

"It's just going to a video arcade. ”

The cigarette bounced on the ground, and the fire on the top soon disappeared.

"I didn't expect you to even give me this face. ”

"In that case, I can only force it, right?"

……

PS1: Because of weekend tuition...... It's not that I forgot to say it, because the school abruptly told us that we were going to tutor, and we didn't have time to make an announcement, sorry......