Guan Yuejun Is Also Working Hard to Revise the Script Today.

At the beginning of the month, the Tennis Manager of St. Rudolph. My daily job is to collect intelligence, write scripts, work hard to find good ideas from other people, and make myself a cup of black tea after rest. The ideal in life is also very simple: to send Saint Rudolph to the finals of the national competition. Of course, the premise of all this is-if he is still a pure ordinary person. But since he rescued a cat. No, to be precise, he rescued a cat with three tails that was soaked by the rain, squatting and shivering next to the trash can. Since then, the world of moon-watching has become overcrowded. There was a little monster squatting at knee height on a park bench, waving its claws at him; there was a smiling face hanging on the old tree beside the road, asking him if he had finished writing the script for the day; occasionally there was an absurdly large monster standing at the door of a shrine he passed by, and it glanced at him lazily before continuing to take a nap. Faced with these, Guanyue always chooses not to see it without changing his expression, and then takes a detour and walks away. There was no way he could stop poaching Qingxue just because of a few monsters blocking his way. By chance, he helped a high school student named Natsume Takashi who was being chased by a little monster on the street, a guy who could also see monsters and held a shabby "roll call book" in his hand. He watched with his own eyes as the other party politely tore off a piece of paper and read a name. The little fox hugging his thigh bowed happily and then disappeared into thin air. Seeing this, Guan Yue slightly raised his eyebrows on the surface, but in his heart he breathed a sigh of relief. Great, he finally saw a human who could see those monsters like himself. They exchanged contact information with each other and chatted every now and then. But the two people's daily life styles are completely different: Natsume goes around the mountains and forests to give names, and he collects information on the tennis court to play games; Natsume is chased by a big monster, and he chases the good prospects from various schools. Occasionally late at night, I would look at my phone while watching the moon. I exchanged a few words with the painting friend Guoyi met at the oil painting exhibition. They talked about everything from Monet to the training menu, from the color palette to team tactics. Kanyue even tried his best to change the topic from Rikkai University to transferring to St. Rudolf, but unfortunately the man never took the bait. But it doesn't matter, intelligence can be collected bit by bit, scripts can be written slowly, and corners can be dug slowly. The days flowed peacefully between Natsume returning her name and watching the moon digging for seedlings. Until one day, he encountered a twisted thing on the street that was devouring passers-by - not a monster, but something he had never seen before. Hmm, I have to say, it looks quite ugly. But what's worse, he was discovered. He was obviously just passing by. The white-haired man with the eye patch didn't think so. He crushed the thing with one lift of his fingers, then turned to stare at him, his smile hidden with scrutiny, but his tone was like he had discovered a new toy: "Kid, can you - can you see the curse spirit?" Holding his notebook in his arms, Guan Yue raised his eyes and glanced with disgust at the dissipating twisted and crawling filth on the ground, and then politely defended, "Uh-huh, as you can see, I'm just an ordinary tennis department manager." "Ordinary?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head upon hearing this, pulled down his blindfold to reveal a pale blue eye, and the smile on his face deepened. He pointed at the shivering kappa hiding behind the telephone pole and asked, "Then why do those little monsters call you 'script-kun'?" Guanyue: "..." He can't say it, because he also wrote scripts in the monster world. After helping a bald kappa resolve an emotional dispute last time, he casually compiled a book about chasing his wife to the crematorium. Unexpectedly, it spread in the monster world. He even received several reminder messages from monsters, asking him in crooked handwriting, "Script Master, when will the heroine come back?" Natsume said that his current pen name "Script-Kun" is more famous there than himself. But now, he found it really troublesome to explain it all. ———— Tips: Memorize memes and screenshots: 2026.6.9 Purpose: The purpose of experience is to guide you, not define you.