This is a sad story about a writer who was forced to travel through time (×)
I've thought of a name! It's a late-stage knife! (Shut up)
There are elements of sister salted fish. CP is undecided.
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"Nothing good will come of it with pigeons."
At that time, I didn't take the readers' accusations seriously, so I just laughed and brushed them off, and then continued doing nothing.
At the end of August and summer, one day I suddenly remembered that today was my birthday, so I went to the cake shop downstairs and bought a three-inch cake to celebrate my birthday.
I yelled the tune of the birthday song twice perfunctorily at the top of my lungs. When I was making a wish, I suddenly remembered that comment. Then I looked at the date of the last update, and half-seriously and half-jokingly made this wish that was the source of all evil:
"Please let the keyboard move by itself to code and update."
So the next thing I found myself wearing the shorts and shirt I wore at home appeared on the streets of Tokyo in the next second. There is another strange thing in my mind, let's call it a system.
That stuff is not good.
"It's going to rain. Would you like to take shelter in the haunted attic or go to the small park?"
In line with the principle of "Don't get close to the curse, you will become unlucky", I resolutely chose to spend one night in a small park.
Then I met the curse spirit. And Zenyuan Maki, who came to exorcise the cursed spirit.
Me: ... Good guy. This actually doesn't give me a choice at all!
Intention: Pigeons have no good consequences. Even if it's really happy