The copy needs to be revised (an idea from a collection of short stories)
I would rather know if people are used to second or third person pronouns when reading this kind of funny meme hhh
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Brainstorm ↓ (This book may be published next year. I have been very busy with qwq recently, and I still have a hagi hole to fill. If you are interested, you can read the collection of short stories in the column, which will often burst out inspiration. However, if you have a lot of collections, you can also write passionately about this article!)
Here we go again.
It is clearly winter, but cherry blossom petals are floating inexplicably, and soothing pure music is ringing around. You look at the center of the flying cherry blossom petals, and Rei Fukutani looks at Morofuku affectionately. The atmosphere between the two is ambiguous.
And you are used to this scene.
"When all comes into contact with the protagonist and the ambiguous partner alone, the BGM will automatically play with special effects of floating cherry blossoms! Go and stop these two people!"
The words floating in the air can make you feel anxious just by looking at the symbols.
You walked over, and Jiang Guling stared at you with an unkind expression as if you were interrupting something good. "What are you doing here?"
At this time, Zhu Fu Jingguang breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps back to stay away from the abnormal young Tongran.
The music stopped and the cherry blossom petals disappeared, as if nothing that had just happened that was unreasonable had ever happened.
"If I have something to do, I'll find Zhufu."
Jiang Guling frowned and wanted to say something else, but you added: "It's an organization matter."
Zhu Fu Jingguang agreed decisively, and you grabbed his arm to leave.
Without any reason to stop you, Feng Guling said vaguely behind you: "I'm waiting for your reply."
Zhu Fu Jingguang shuddered.
…
It has been two years since you were reborn in this weird world. During this period, you have encountered endless strange things, including but not limited to the cherry blossoms floating in the winter you just experienced, and music playing inexplicably in places where there is no player.
As the third undercover agent sent by the public security to the organization, you died in the final showdown with the organization. You thought you would go to heaven or hell, but you were reborn before joining the organization. You originally had the idea of changing history to save Zhu Fu and yourself, but everything seemed different from your previous life.
Bourbon, who is also an undercover police officer, looks at Zhu Fu Jingguang more like he is looking at his beloved lover than the young tamed Ran who grew up together; Rai, who was supposed to be a couple with Miyano Akemi, is single this time, and is pursuing him fiercely; Gin, the organization's senior top killer, has an ambiguous attitude towards Scotland, while Bermod affectionately calls him "kitten", and even Miyano Akemi is particularly gentle to him.
Looking at Scotland surrounded by people, you seem to have been struck by lightning.
Why does it become like this? Hey! ?
"Because the world you came to is not the original one."
A line of text appeared in front of my eyes.
"This is an extremely OOC all-directed parallel world with Scotland as the protagonist. Your mission is to protect Zhu Fujingguang, who is coveted by all kinds of people, and prevent anyone from having a relationship with him before the original world line Scotland is exposed. Of course, Scotland has also traveled from the original normal world."
You subconsciously thought you were hallucinating, but the text in front of you was rewritten after you finished reading it.
"If the mission is successful, you can return to the original world together and change the outcome of death."
You swallowed and asked, "What if you fail or don't accept this mission?"
"If you fail or don't accept the mission, you two will stay in this world forever."
"Then now, tell me your decision."
Anyway, you have already died once, you thought, failure or success is not a loss, so you quickly answered:
"I accept the mission."
Intention: When your bitter eyes are filled with spring, you will eventually encounter the beauty that makes you tell what you see.