Logistics is a miserable profession. Xiaowu understands this sentence very well. The logistics work is not done by humans at all.
- "My name is Dazai, Dazai Osamu." The breeze blew gently on Dazai Osamu's face. In the sunset, the elongated figure seemed to blend into the darkness, but it caressed the light with nostalgia, which made Atsushi Nakajima stunned.
Xiaowu Mian: That one named Dazai, do you know how long I have been preparing to create this scene for you?
- "What a surprise!" Matsuda Jinpei smiled arrogantly, "You're not bad either." Fukutani Rei rushed forward, and the two of them fought back and forth under the cherry blossom tree. The petals of the cherry blossoms were flying, adding a bit of beauty.
Xiaowu Jian: You work overtime at night. You are not sleepy, but I am! (╥ ? ╥`)
Concept: A miserable and humble little logistician