This is the easy-to-read copy:
My name is □□□.
Well, I can't say my name anymore, my name is Osamu Dazai.
I'm just an ordinary cosplayer who goes to ordinary comic exhibitions, except for Dazai Osamu, who is very similar to me.
I wore it so outrageously.
Just when I was about to face how Butei Zai should lie about being him from another world, and compete with the script team for wits.
I realized that I seemed to be wearing the wrong clothes on set.
…
It's over. What you wear is a full-time hunter.
I'll die sooner or later. I'd better go find a clear stream now!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh going to be assimilated!
Here's another style of copywriting:
The people of Meteor Street, who are brutal, bloody and betrayal, and who are not affected by the law, reveal the most primitive nature of human beings.
All this was reflected in the young man's iris-colored pupils.
"Like maggots in the dark."
The young man waved his hands energetically, "It's decided, that's where we'll go tonight!"
Flowers facing the sun in darkness will eventually wither.
Just huddle in the corner and quietly absorb the nutrients.
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Zhongyuan Zhongzai, a model worker cadre of Port. Mafia, finally completed his mission and lay down on the hotel bed to get some sleep.
As soon as I open my eyes.
He suddenly found himself in a wet place.
So disgusting...
I was knocked back into my mother's womb again! ! !
What!
He was reborn in a strange killer's home.
Beat up the enemy Hakka.
He has been drinking milk powder mixed with poison since he was a child, playing hide-and-seek games like death, undergoing torture, wearing weight-bearing rings on his body (I am familiar with this), etc.
He went from being a model worker in Port Mafia to being a talented eldest brother in a family that beats enemies.
Until he thought his life was about to return to its peaceful cycle.
His brother Killua beat his enemy and ran away from home.
Entrusted by his second brother Ilmi, he himself came to the hunter examination room in order to monitor Killua.
What he didn't expect was.
A sticky male voice said, "Oh, who is this?"
Wait, the familiar tone of this familiar voice.
Nakahara Zhongya turned around and looked at the damn curly hair and the damn bandage.
…
"Why are you here!"
"Chuuya, dogs shouldn't do this to an owner they haven't seen for so long~"
"Huh?! Who is your dog? You bastard obviously cheated."
"Pfft hahaha, it's been so long, Chuuya, and you still haven't grown taller."
"Bastard Dazai, do you want to be crushed by gravity?!"
Cp: too middle
Purpose: To generate electricity for love
