I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

The woman frowned in confusion: "Huh?"

"I bumped into someone, should I at least apologize?" The blond young man asked, with impatience between his frowning brows.

He waited patiently for a while, looking at the woman in front of him who was inexplicable but had no intention of apologizing, and sighed: "I just kept thinking, wouldn't it be such a coincidence that I ran into someone who doesn't know how to live or die?"

"Is it lucky or unlucky?"

He asked, walking towards the woman.

"...you...what do you want to do?" The woman finally calmed down when she met the young man's gaze.

She has never been a very flexible person, but after working for so many years, she can still see her eyes.

this person......

"Hey! Don't come here!" The woman grabbed her bag and took a step back.

Now, she hopes that the person following her is actually a robber.

The young man didn't stop because of her slightly trembling words that seemed to be mixed with pleading. With a little trouble on his face, he glanced down at her hands that were clutching the white knuckles of the handbag, and then said "Tsk!"

The woman's intuition was not good, she turned around and ran away.

But the blond young man grabbed her high ponytail and pulled her back.

"Why don't you apologize?"

"Didn't you learn the words 'I'm sorry' in school?"

"Why did he just run out at 'this time'?"

"Send to death?!"

"Why do you have to trouble me? Huh?!"

The youth's voice grew louder and louder, and the woman suddenly realized that these words... didn't seem to be all addressed to her.

She was powerless to think, raised her head hastily and looked at the young man, but saw a pair of bloodshot eyes.

'Ah, this man must not have slept well yesterday'

The woman was stunned by her own thoughts, and then she thought bleakly - it turns out that when people are dying, they think about these irrelevant things...

She felt like she was going to die.

She opened her mouth, and the mouth that had been popping out like a machine gun a few minutes ago seemed to suddenly squeak.

The young man seemed to have finally lost his patience, grabbed her head and slammed into the gray concrete wall aside, making a "Bang!" sound.

"......right.."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The woman finally regained her ability to speak, but the scene in front of her began to blur, and her stomach began to churn.

These apologies obviously didn't satisfy the blond young man. He still grabbed her ponytail and didn't seem to want to let go.

'I'll just say it'

'It's your nature'

'That's why I said we're the same kind'

A familiar voice resounded in the blond youth's head, with a disgusting certainty that gave off a feeling of aloofness.

'Mr. Kira, I can't 'go back' in the future, I only have one life left'

Probably because of a little consideration of the more dangerous approach, another voice came out of the blond youth's head.

He froze for a moment and looked at the desperate woman in his hand.

Not worthy of sympathy.

Even in the past, he would do it.I just have to admit that if it was put in the past, he would never have achieved this level.

The problem is - now some people feel like they made him that way.

It was so disgusting I almost vomited.

When the woman was desperate, the blond young man finally let go.

He raised his hand and brushed his somewhat messy blonde hair back with his fingers, and glanced at the woman who was kneeling on the ground.

Fukada Risha really worked hard. In such a city where everyone is a powder keg, coupled with his character, it is true that there is no life without peace.

'What am I doing I...'

He sighed and stretched out his hand towards the woman. His face that was oppressive just a second ago now looks like the most respectful gentleman in the world, "I'm sorry, I just think you should apologize to me."

The woman fainted when she heard the words.

"Tsk."

The blond young man smacked his lips slightly, withdrew his hand without any psychological burden, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands, then left.

Chapter 082 Father

Standing in front of the curved mirror at the intersection, Fukada Risa raised her head and looked at the mirror image in the mirror.

"...that's stubborn."