"I'm so stupid, really.
I only know that cosplayers can travel through time. Fortunately, I am not a coser.
But no one ever told me that writing OCs can also lead to time travel."
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After discussing the new OC with my bestie, I put down my phone and rubbed my overused eyes.
However, the moment I opened my eyes again, I realized that my phone was gone.
I:?
Then, I discovered that my hand had shrunk.
Me: No, no, no, no, no, no need to shrink me just because I'm discussing Conan.
World Consciousness: Hehe.
I swear, I really love my OC, but I really don't want to become my OC.
Don't ask, you will be afraid of death if you ask.
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Faced with my OC with too many elements, my only consolation was that my best friend came later, with a refreshing and simple personality. Until one day, she told me that she was going to rescue the police academy team.
I:? ? ?
Best friend: Wow, Touko is so miserable. Touko is not afraid of being hugged by her mother.
So, I gave up thinking.
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It's a slapstick piece of work, illogical, light pat.
It's something that comes out of chatting.
The large-scale OOC scene, the character belongs to Aoyama Gangmao, and the OOC belongs to me.
The work "Conan: The Road to Perfecting aptx" written by relatives and friends is being updated simultaneously.
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It's really impossible to write without an outline.
I'll write it after I've sorted out the outline.
Intention: Never give up