A few days later.

"It's a 1,000 yen welfare show, so why is the ticket price going up again?"

[I have to ask you. The system is very satisfied these days, lying on the energy bar every day to touch the fish, [Isn't it good to have more people who like you? 】

Xigong Yueyu held a straw of milk tea in her mouth, sucking and sucking. He sat in front of his computer and looked at the website that specializes in reselling all kinds of tickets, and watched the price of his magic show tickets get higher and higher...... The more you fry, the higher the ...... to the point where even a person like him would feel that it is hundreds of millions of dollars.

He earns money to spend money, but he is still somewhat rational when he spends money.

"Isn't it?" He himself couldn't believe it, "I've set the venue in a chaotic place like Yokohama, and so many people want to come?" ”

He said in a loud voice: "If this continues, I also want to speculate on ticket prices, so as to make money!" ”

[Frying too high is not good for your reputation. The system crackled in this regard, [This performance, half of the proceeds will be donated.] I'll help you contact the staff. 】

"Hmm."

Xigong Heying has a whole team to help run the business, not alone.

Today is a rare time to be in the same room with the vest. Because he doesn't like overlapping visions, Xigong Yueyu always likes to send out all the vests he can to work, even if his brain wants 007's infinite work, he doesn't want to see another self at home.

So.

He directly pulled all his consciousness back and let the vest hang up properly.

When he doesn't directly control the vest, the vest's body will fall into a deep sleep, will not die, and still has the most basic physiological reactions, knee jerk reflexes or something. Opening one less account can also allow him to rest for a while, and the feeling of logging in more places is a little stressful after a long time.

Xigong Yueyu held half a cup of milk tea, lay down in front of the computer, and sat in the most corner of the field of vision with his brother who was "napping" on the lazy sofa. He had wondered what it would be like if all his vests were crammed into one room.

If the vests come together, then ......

It's a zoo to say the least!

At least 20 birds had to be parked on the shelves, and he had experienced cats, dogs, fish, and even a snake in the grass that he was almost chased to death with a stick. Also in order to learn to fly, he used the wings of a pigeon alive - sorry, he is not worthy of being a pigeon.

Most vests can only be counted as an ordinary N card, and only those with excellent potential and abilities like Nishinomiya Tsurukage can be counted as rare and expensive SSRs.

When the system was first bound to him, half of the functions had self-destructed, and almost all programs had disappeared, except for the pinching system that made the vest. And...... I don't know if it's a bug, the number of vests he can make is unlimited, as long as the energy is sufficient, it's no problem to direct and act in a play.

Even if you actually open a zoo at home, it's no problem.

Xigong Yueyu finished sipping the milk tea, and after shaking the cup, he could still feel the pearl ingredients that had not been sucked up at the bottom, he hesitated for a few seconds, in order not to classify the garbage, he still chose to pour out the rest of the things and eat them. He brushed his teeth, took a shower, changed into his usual pajamas and prepared to go to the second floor to rest.

[Wait, don't go so fast!] The system stopped him, "Stop, stop here." 】

"What are you doing here?" Nishinomiya yawned and stopped in front of the stairs.

[You turn around, three o'clock.] 】

[Ah, yes.] 】

"Let's go over there.] 】

Xigong Yueyu looked at the sleeping Xigong Crane Shadow who was sleeping on the lazy sofa, and turned her head to ask the system: "Why do you want me to watch." ”

[You are always like this, you don't want to see the vest you pinched. The system forked two small match hands, [I'm different, look at this waist, look at this leg, look at this beautiful little face, you just treat them as a puppet that can be freely controlled, what are you hiding? 】

Xigong Yueyu slid a few black lines on his forehead when he praised the waistcoat in the system, he looked similar to Xigong Heying, and there was an inexplicable sense of shame: "Don't say it, I'll just look at it." ”

The lazy sofa can only accommodate one person, but the material itself is soft, and he is relatively thin, so he can lie in it at the same time.

"I'm not so repulsive either." He pressed against another soft body, feeling the strange but incomparably familiar pulse of blood and breathing, and successfully achieved himself and his own attainment, "I'm just a little unused to it. ”

It's okay that I don't have the consciousness to share now, but if I do, wouldn't it be an all-round feeling of myself hugging myself?

I have to say that the pinching function of the system is really powerful, and the vest made is no different from the real life. It's still a bit difficult to treat them as puppets in your heart.

If it is a puppet, how can it be so soft and real?

[Some studies say that people need ten hugs a day, and you have no one to hold, hugging them is also a good choice.] 】

"Unity, that's all nonsense without evidence. And I don't lack company, you gossip with me every day. ”

[It's not the same. 】

"It's the same." Xigong Yueyu said firmly, "You are the same as them, or even better." ”

[Eh...... Oops (????) ......] The system was ashamed, turned into a mess of garbled codes, and was speechless for a while.

The light blue hair on both sides was folded together, and Nishinomiya Yueyu reached out to pull it away, and he stood up, half-kneeling on the edge of the lazy sofa, looking at the face of his vest so carefully from a third-person perspective for the first time. It's completely different from what you look in the mirror, and the appearance of closed eyes covers the ice blue eyes, and the whole looks gentle and well-behaved.

He can do whatever he wants.

He poked the face of the man under him.

Xigong Yueyu covered her forehead and sighed: "So, what are you doing when you pinch it so good-looking......

He really doesn't want to pick daffodils to be a pervert, and orthopedics, fake orthopedics will also be sent to an unknown □□, so he doesn't want to be locked in a blank space forever with a bunch of words that can't be looked at directly!

A minor of unknown mental age used his arm to prop up the distance, straightened his pajamas and regained his composure: "Tong, I didn't forget him just now." I'm going to wait until I'm upstairs to link to consciousness. ”

[I didn't feel like you had forgotten him.] You are so smart, how can you forget? It muttered in its head, very quietly, [Lazy sofa sleep for one night, tomorrow will be absolutely sore back, I am all for your good.] 】

"Got it."

Xigong Yueyu wanted to stand up and jump on the stall, the soft lazy sofa was deformed because of the change of force point, and there was nowhere to put his hand, he simply propped himself on Xigong Heying's chest and straightened up-

——

I can't hear it.

His senses were keen, and he was stunned for half a second, and suddenly reacted that all the sounds around him had disappeared, followed by an indescribable shaking sensation, and the world was turned upside down.

The nose bone slammed into the collarbone of Xigong Crane Shadow, and the pain was so painful that it was deathly.

What's the situation?

It can't be an earthquake, right?

The vibration continued for a while before it stopped, and all the sounds returned, and he could hear the small sounds again.

The sound of the wind, the footsteps, the sound of gunshots.

Xigong Yueyu looked at the window of his study half intuitively, and without pulling the curtains, a miserable white face poked out of the black hole in the night.

“……”

He took a deep breath and got up to open the window.

"Dazai-kun, you're scared me to death." He stood in the window, his fingers propped up on the lattice, and looked down at the young man who was still panting outside the window, "What's going on?" ”

Osamu Dazai's brown hair was blown by the wind, and the bandages were a little loose, and he opened his mouth so that he could almost do a nucleic acid pose: "Outside--the battle of the aliens-there is a supernatural explosion-"

Nishinomiya covered her ears expressionlessly.

"I'm going to be deaf for a short time—"

Yes, he found out.

"I'll come and see you-" Dazai cured loudly, so loudly, super loudly, "Are you okay-"

"Thank you for your concern-" Nishinomiya Yueyu unconsciously shouted, "But I don't have any problems-"

"Ahem, cough, cough, cough......" The two of them coughed together, because they spoke too loudly, and their throats hurt and itched.

And.

Speak out loud like this.

It's really like two fools-

……

"So, is it the remnants of the Takase Society?" Nishinomiya Yueyu made a cup of tea for Osamu Dazai, and he established a consciousness link with the vest, so now Nishigong Yueyu is wearing pajamas and holding a teacup, while Nishigong Tsurukage is still a shirt and trousers, busy with everything, and being a good man in the kitchen.

"Dazai-kun, you're not going to leave the battlefield without permission, are you?"

"How is that possible?" Osamu Dazai lowered his head and turned the teacup, feeling unfeeling, "I didn't expect to chase people here." Am I bothering you? ”

"How so? You are kind enough to remind us. Nishinomiya Yueyu also spoke smoothly according to Osamu Dazai's meaning, "Dazai-kun's job is really dangerous. ”

"yes, yes."

Osamu Dazai's eyes quickly glanced over the kitchen, and he only saw the ponytail of Nishinomiya Tsurukage moving, and the light fragrance of tea spread in his mouth, and when he drank it, it was expensive and good tea.

"There's nothing to entertain when you come suddenly, just these fruit snacks, I hope Dazai-kun won't dislike it." Xigong Heying walked out of the kitchen with a plate in one hand, his steps were fast and steady, the short distance was like an acrobatic performance, three fingers firmly glued to the plate, as if the plate was also part of his fingers.

"Excuse me. Tomorrow is the magic tour, and we seem to be arguing about your rest. Osamu Dazai smiled, unable to see what was going on in his heart, "Yokohama is in such a mess, it's really difficult to live here." ”

[Is he yin and yang you, telling you not to live in Yokohama? ] 】

"yes." Xigong Tsurukage poked a peeled apple, "Fortunately, there is no danger." I feel more sorry for Dazai-kun, and I'm still working overtime at 10 o'clock in the evening. ”

……

Xigong Yue looked at the sky and drank tea.

He feels sorry for all 007996 people, and that's true.

There is no yin and yang weirdness, his 195 energy.

……

Because when Nishinomiya Tsurukage and Osamu Dazai were in the same space, they were always targeted openly and secretly, so Nishinomiya Tsurukage simply picked an excuse to practice magic and went upstairs with a fruit plate.

One upstairs.

The man with long limbs and elegant manners fell headlong into the bed in the bedroom.

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Only Nishinomiya Tsukiyu and Osamu Dazai were left downstairs.

"My brother was really resting just now." Xigong Yueyu likes to hold something in his hand, whether it's a cat, milk tea, or a ceramic teacup, "He sleeps very deeply, and when he wakes up, he will wake up a little bit, and he may not seem to be in a good mood." ”

Osamu Dazai didn't speak.

He stared at him.

Xigong Yueyu was stared at a little uncomfortable, and looked back with an inquiring gaze. He knew that Osamu Dazai had come here on purpose, and he must have been able to calculate the specific range of the explosion, and even if the battle was deliberately provoked. And I don't know how long Osamu Dazai has been standing in front of the window, and the trap he laid here is obviously useless to Dazai.

"I see it." Osamu Dazai suddenly spoke, "I've seen them all. ”

“…… Well? ”

The eyes that dodge when they meet on weekdays, the restrained and restrained gaze, and the intimacy when the brother is asleep is too close, that is a completely different style of acting than usual, timid, cautious, and with a bit of curiosity. In the quiet room, under the dim light, in such a small position, the distance of breathing must be entangled, and it is soft.

Osamu Dazai came to his senses.

"Xigong Yueyu." For the first time, he called out the name in its entirety, and he said it resolutely and resolutely, with a look of obvious panic, as if something was out of his grasp, "Are you ......?"

"Do you think about your own brother?"

Xigong Yueyu squirted out a sip of hot tea.