Is the Police Academy Squad Being Livestreamed by Their Childhood Friend Again?

Check out my completed novel, The Detective Conan Manga Artist Is Changing the Plot Again. A Detective Conan mystery about secret identities, with the police academy crew being saved. Here's the blurb for this novel: From the day Ming Tianxin became childhood friends with the police academy crew, he was stuck with a stitched-together System. It made him check in and livestream, and the reward was fragments of foreknowledge about the future? Fine, having livestream viewers assign check-in missions was one thing, but why did I have to get all clingy with my childhood friends in front of the guests? It was just fooling around between friends, but it was still so embarrassing! System: Your childhood friends are destined to die young. The only way to save them is to get all clingy with them~ Ming Tianxin: Of course I have to save them... I've decided! If I have no choice but to get clingy, I might as well go all out! But why did the whole vibe change as I kept saving them? The composed class monitor tossed aside his wig and raised a pot-sized fist toward Ming Tianxin with a vicious grin. The imposing Matsuda tossed away his pink love letter, a cold glint flashing behind his sunglasses. The king of part-time jobs served up a weird-tasting sandwich, his sweet smile somehow chilling everyone to the bone. The other two grabbed the culprit who was trying to run away, holding up a camera and laughing with satisfaction and delight. Ming Tianxin: Don't do anything rash! I was only doing it for your own good! How to read: Affectionate friendship only. Out-of-character warning, with some headcanons. The title and blurb have been revised. Check out the upcoming novel: Next Stop: The Haunted Fun Park The moment I woke up, I was about to die. My “Haunted Fun Park Bus Station” can connect to every instance space, but not a single player comes to the station to spend money. If things go on like this, I'll disappear along with this abandoned station when it runs out of energy. To survive, I have to get the station up and running again. The station's been abandoned too long to run buses? I'll fleece the monsters to pay for emergency repairs, and get the transit route running again. The shadows on the platform eat people? I'll steal a core crystal from the neighboring instance to power the streetlights and keep the players safe. Even the bus stop sign wants to drag players into a battle royale? Heh. Looks like this old, busted sign needs replacing too. I've worked so hard, but the players are still so fragile. Sigh! I guess I have to handle them with care. Can't be helped. If anyone dares to covet my passengers, I'll just have to ask them to die. Later, players crowded the ticket window, desperate to buy a pass to the “Haunted Fun Park Station” that I'd issued. Looking at the empire I'd built with my own two hands, I happily munched on snacks. Crispy fingers, bursting eyeballs, spicy little hearts... Crunch, crunch. Dark red juice ran all over my hands. I licked my lips and smiled with satisfaction. Huh? That's strange. The players are safe now, so why do they tremble even more at the sight of me than they do at the sight of a ghost? ~ Theme: Good people get what they deserve