Although I said that I wanted to write a novel, I didn't actually have that much time, so in the end I decided that everyone would just write a fragment of a novel.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that the grade has dropped a lot. But there's no way around it.

So, who will finish their novels first? Is it the energetic deep summer? Is it the strategizing sister Zhixian? Is it the real winter that is as pure as snow? Or is it the president who sits in the center and looks confident?

And, of course, I, the only male in the student council.

[By the way, Sugizaki doesn't need to write it.] 】

[So it means that I'm also a member of the student council, isn't it!]

[But I feel like Sugizaki will write something weird, so I still can't let Sugizaki write.] 】

Obviously, it's clear that what I write is my love!

Don't you all have all kinds of fantasies? I'm just showing off my fantasies! Isn't this kind of fantasy all the time you're a teenager have such fantasies!? Why are you targeting me?

[Ah, I've written it here.] 】

[Eh, eh, eh!, don't you pay attention to what I just said!]

[I feel like it's going to be troublesome, so I don't want to pay attention to it.] 】

After speaking, Shenxia picked up the freshly completed manuscript in his hand and stood up.

[Well, this is my manuscript.] 】

(It seems a bit of a drama to use the dividing line here before, so I decided to change it to an ellipsis in the future)

"Whew-"

The wind blew across the earth, and the sand on the ground drifted with the wind.

In front of the boy was a desolate, shocking sight.

In front of him, a weapon was stuck in the ground.

Knives, guns, swords, halberds.

The famous, the not-so-famous weapons are here, they are all stained with blood, and the blood on them has coagulated and covered the entire land.

[What is this?]

Why are there so many weapons here.

Moreover, these weapons are here, and it is definitely not a matter of a day or two.

Some of the weapons are rusty, and they feel like they'll shatter when touched.

And when he observed this, the boy seemed to notice something and looked behind him.

There was no one behind, but the boy frowned.

[It can't be an illusion, who is it?]

[Who is it?Huhuhu, since you asked this question, why don't you take a look.] 】

[Who is it!?]

He clenched his fists, and the expression on his face became more solemn.

Looking around, there was no one.

In addition to the wind that always surrounds you, there is also the breath of death that carries with the wind.

Other than that, there is nothing.

But it is precisely because of this that it is even more fearful, and teenagers are no exception.

[So, what is it!]

What are you thinking?】

There was a breath from behind, and the boy looked behind him but saw nothing.

Who do you think I am?】

The breath was felt in his ears, and the boy looked to the side, but saw nothing.

This is just the first step. 】

It seems to be on top, looking at it, and seeing nothing.

[If you can't see me, you can't even play games with me.] 】

Left, right, back, top.

It seems to change its position every moment, and the speed is unbelievable.

[Can't even catch the location with your eyes?]

The boy closed his eyes.

Speaking of which, boy, what's your name?]

[Is there any point in asking a name at this time?, would you say your name to a stranger?]

With his hands clenched and his eyes closed, all he could hear was the sound of his own heavy breathing and the sound of the wind.

The boy felt tired, but did not relax his fists.

[So, what kind of trick is it?]

Interesting saying. 】

Feeling a familiar aura in front of him, the boy swung his fist forward, and it was rightfully empty.

【Teleportation?】

The breath behind is clearly visible.

[Strange steps?]

There is breath on both the left and right sides.

[Or is it something else, guess what?]

It was full of breath all around.

[So, is it speed?]

Hearing this, the breath seemed to stabilize in one place.

[It's the first time I've heard someone say the answer.] 】

Human beings will always be shocked by what they cannot understand, and then they will find all kinds of reasons. 】

Therefore, no one will guess the speed, because this speed is similar to teleportation.

[Interesting human, put your name on it.] 】

[Hmph, name? My name, Sugizaki Key.] 】

The boy put his name on it.

[So, it's time for me to report my name, my name]

After the name was announced, the breath disappeared without a trace.

[So, next time, if you have the chance, let's play again.] 】

As the breath disappeared, there was such a sentence.

The boy stood there, opened his eyes, and had an emotional look on his face.

[Is the aftersound dead?]

The boy left the place.

What remained here was the usual sound of the wind, and the crisp sound of grit pounding against weapons

[Suddenly I have an inspiration! Madon wants to write down with my sister's novel!]

Looking at the novel in the middle of summer, Madong said with a happy look on his face.

[Oh!Write it, little real winter!]

Listening to the words of the real winter, the deep summer also looks happy.

But looking at such a real winter, I feel a chill in my back.

[No, there is a problem. 】

Let's hope there won't be any problems.

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Meow meow meow ~ difficult to code out a chapter, I feel the power of May disease!