I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Of course it's the coffee shop.

Kira Yoshikage walked half a step before Kasumigaoka Shiyu, calculating the time when his father's plane landed in a week - 'I have to remember to give him the lock code'

Thinking of this, Kira Yoshikage took out his mobile phone.

Phone calls are avoided, and a text message is sufficient.

He stared at the phone screen, glanced back as he turned, and locked the screen.

- Maybe the Metropolitan Police should warn stalkers to choose their stalkers carefully.

Even though the ultimate goal of the stalker wasn't him, he still felt the resentful hatred.

One additional point: If you're going to play a love game, please don't add him to the script.

- Very troublesome.

Turning into the alley where the cafe is located, there were hurried footsteps behind Yoshikage Kira.

In a few seconds, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu next to him exclaimed.

Kira Yoshikage turned his head unhurriedly, then raised his hand and grabbed the man's hand - Hideki Yamashita.

"Senior, what's the matter?"

Kira Yoshikage asked with a smile—if he saw it right, he wanted to grab Shiyu of Kasumigaoka just now, right?

Ok?

To touch a perfect hand with his unfinished hand?

- Is it performance art?

Proposition: An intuitive contrast between ugliness and beauty?

Gee!

Perhaps major colleges and universities need to consider improving the level of students' art appreciation.

After a brief stupor, Hideki Yamashita raised his head to look at Yoshikage Kira, then frowned: "Damn it! It's you again!"

'what!Is there something wrong with this person?Why is he always by Kasumigaoka's side? '

'Wait a moment!Did they really...'

Thinking of this, Hideki Yamashita's face twisted.

He shook off Kira Yoshikage's hand, looked at Kasumigaoka Shiyu, and questioned him after he thought he had been betrayed: "So Kasumigaoka didn't make the appointment, or was it because of this person?!"

Hearing this, Kira Yoshikage picked his nails.

Ah!

so!

——Don’t force him to hand him a low-level love game script, can’t you do something so simple? !

The time is now around 11:30 noon.

To be honest, Kira Yoshikage was a little hungry.

The tiny hunger subtly magnified his dissatisfaction and irritability, he should be angry——

But the next second, he slightly bent his eyes and smiled softly.

You should really watch less nutritious TV dramas - Ji Liang Yoshikage looked at his side and gave a thumbs up, although there was no joy or sadness, the killer queen with a subtle sense of eagerness shook his head helplessly.

'Now is not the time'

As Kira Yoshikage thought so, the door of the cafe was opened—3 seconds after the killer queen disappeared.

Azusa Sasaki stood at the door of the store with a broom, tilted his head and looked at the three of them in confusion: "Aren't you coming in?"

Xia Zhiqiu Shi Yu took two steps back as if he was being forgiven.

Yoshikage Kira turned his head when he heard the words, and looked at Azusa Sasaki with an apologetic smile: "I seem to have brought a strange person to the store, I'm really sorry."

"Ah, never mind!"

Sasaki Azusa smiled and waved his hand, looking at Shiyu of Kasumigaoka, and then at Hideki Yamashita.

To be fair, Yamashita Hideki's face and expression really didn't look like a good person, and in addition to the few words he heard before, Azusa Sasaki understood a little.

She looked at Hideki Yamashita with clear questions in her eyes: "Mr. Stalker?"

——Probably only Azusa Sasaki in the world adds "sir" to the word "stalker". Inertia is really a delicate thing.

Azusa Sasaki looked at Hideki Yamashita with a smile, and then showed a serious expression: "Can I invite you back? I'm going to entertain guests."

The "Little Umbrella" sitting on Azusa Sasaki's shoulders put his arms on his hips like a matchstick, and nodded solemnly.

'Ah, one or two are going to ruin my good! '

Yamashita Hideki's eyes were red, staring at Kira Yoshikage for a while, then went to stare at the troubled cafe clerk.

Then, he shouted: "Why don't you do something? Don't you want the final payment?!"

——No one present knew who he was talking to, except himself.