At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

[Unfortunately, doing that would mean the book would be discontinued.]

[Stopping updates will kill me with my readers' anger.]

Even if there are only a handful of readers.

"Ugh."

Su Che remained in the same position, cowering like a bat with nowhere to go in the night.

He has simulated this kind of internal struggle countless times in various situations.

In summary, most authors need to master one skill—

Schizophrenia.

That is, you need to talk to yourself and simulate the character's behavior and motivations. Only in this way can you create a perfect and full-bodied character design, making the work full of spirit.

No matter what.

Sometimes, he can't tell whether the images in his mind are real or virtual.

For example, today,

Why would such a cute girl appear at my usual spot for thinking, and even occupy my seat, staying inside for half a day without coming out?

Why is it that I've been queuing outside the glass for at least half an hour, and there's still no sound from her inside?

Doesn't she find it in the way?

Don't you realize you have ulterior motives towards her?

He didn't think that he was unable to go home because of the heavy rain. The truth was that he wanted to get closer to her, observe her, and preferably smell the sweet fragrance of her young body.

Did she really have absolutely no sense of caution?

Su Che thought about it, thought about it seriously.

Half a day of internal strife yielded no results.

"If that's the case..."

"Then I'll be bolder."

"Take a look back at her."

"After watching, go out in the rain."

"Go straight home."

"Consider it compensation for getting wet in the rain."

【Um. 】

Suddenly.

He mustered unprecedented courage.

He was very eager to see the girl he had judged to be "high-quality material."

What are they doing right now, and in what state are they responding to the heavy rain?

Also, when she notices that she has suddenly turned around and is staring at her from outside the door, will she feel scared and flustered?

What kind of expression will they show?

I don't know why.

I started to feel excited.

I secretly longed to obtain this precious answer.

【So.】

Take a look.

"Just one look."

Su Che took a deep breath, braced himself with his arms, and stood up.

Turn your head as slowly as possible, scanning the surrounding environment frame by frame.

During the process, I simulated it countless times in my mind.

[If she looked at us with the same disdainful eyes one might use to find inspiration, it might be a breakthrough in our approach to storytelling.]

The dark side of myself is fearless.

It doesn't matter what.

Face the storm.

He turned his body towards the glass.

next interest.

"..."

I was stunned.

For no other reason.

It was just discovered that

The girl, clutching a bottle of liquor, collapsed unknowingly in the phone booth.

……

……

Chapter Two: Taking a Bite of Pudding

"hiss."

Take a breath.

A direct gaze reward of N minutes was obtained.

"It is said that if a beautiful girl like this is found drunk in a downpour late at night, there is a 99.9% chance that she will be abducted by someone with ill intentions."

He observed her quietly.

Through the glass, I observed a lovely, alluring, young body that exuded a sweet fragrance.

The girl had long eyelashes and wore careful eye makeup.

Her features are as exquisite as a work of art; at first glance, she looks like an innocent, angelic girl next door.

Her face was sickly pale, and her skin was so delicate and smooth that it looked and must feel wonderful to the touch.

There were raindrops and fog marks on the glass, but that didn't stop me from gazing at her as intently as a whale drinking water.

Su Che pondered,

From childhood to adulthood, I seem to have rarely observed a girl so closely and seriously.

Of course, it has never been looked at like this before.

Never in the past twenty years.

"what."

Something seemed to tug at his heart, and Su Che chuckled softly for no apparent reason.

Immediately, his expression changed from initial excitement to sadness and disappointment.

The more beautiful things we see, the more disappointed we become.

Su Che shook his head and took a deep breath.

Clear your mind of distractions and press yourself against the eaves of the pavilion.

I went around to the main entrance and knocked on the glass twice.

Da, da.

"..."

The girl inside did not react.

He appeared to be deeply drunk.

"Then I'll go in."

Su Che looked around.

It was confirmed that there were no pedestrians or even vehicles passing by within a radius of several hundred meters.

The thoughts in my mind became clearer—

If she's left to sleep in there, she might end up in someone else's house tomorrow.

That was not her wish, nor was it the ending she wanted to see.

Therefore, the best way is to wake her up, ask her where she lives, and whether she can get home safely.

If not, I'll take her back myself and ask her if she agrees.

Su Che has already made many regrettable mistakes in his life, and he doesn't want to choose the wrong path again in a controllable situation, leading to PTSD from now on until his death.

—Click.

As I was thinking, the doorknob was already pulled open.

Standing in front of the open door, the first thing you notice is the pleasant fragrance wafting from the small space.

Of course, there was also a slight smell of alcohol mixed in.

【perfume.】

A sweet, girlish scent.

Su Che took another breath.

Looking back at the doorknob.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the glass door was unlocked.