Zhongyuan Zhong Also Gave up Thinking

I am Nakahara Chuuya, a otaku with bad hair (bushi). The dream is to have milk tea in the left hand and Coke in the right hand, with a pile of figurines of my wife behind me, to become a century member of station B and reach the pinnacle of life [bushi] One day, when I was finishing my manuscript, I was wrapping myself up in my little quilt and getting ready to admire my wife's beauty. I have traveled through time I landed in a strange room, still wrapped in my quilt And in front of me Wait Kunikida, don't you call yourself a wandering artist who only wears T-shirts? Why are you wearing a suit so neatly? ! Ranbu, don't you believe in muscular aesthetics and don't eat snacks? Why are the potato chips chewing so loudly in your mouth? ! Atsuko, don't make such a shy expression, you're going to kill that evil-minded Nakajima Atsushi! ! Tanizaki, oh, Tanizaki is still the same... I breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt something moving under the quilt. Lift it up and take a look Damn it! Isn't this the money-spreading Dazai Osamu who deceived me physically and mentally, patted his butt, took my money, and left? ! ! [The text of this article is in the third person except for the first sentence. The writing is poor, the characters are broken, there is no timeline, please click cross if you don't like it, thank you Accept the suggestion, but don't scold me. I have a glassy heart and will rebuke you, and the vocabulary is ugly. Don't blame me then.] Purpose: Dream come true