Create MYGO second creation, but make them cry

This is probably what Miao Meng calls "emotional cleanliness".

Therefore, when he traveled to the "second dimension" and into this world, he saw these girls with beautiful hearts and forgot himself for a moment. He couldn't help but pour out his long-accumulated kindness and feelings without reservation, which led to his relationship with everyone gradually entering a dead end.

As expected, writing novels is a dead end.

"Hey, hey, Yanami-kun, since you can't find a place to live for the time being, why don't you share the rent with me? I really want to find someone to share the rent." Miao Meng suggested.

"Forget it. I'll just stay here for two days and move out once I find a place. It's not good to live with a girl." Yanami shrugged lightly.

"Isn't the real reason that you hate me?" Yutenji Wakamu said with a smile.

"Not really. After all, it has nothing to do with you."

But before the boy could finish, he heard Miao Meng say, "You're lying. Yanami-san actually hates me right now, doesn't he? Although it really has nothing to do with me, who wouldn't hate someone who reveals their dark desires, right?"

Hearing Miao Meng's words, Yanaijian's expression changed slightly. He exhaled softly and said, "So you have such self-awareness."

Indeed, because of leaving those girls, Yanaijian now has an unspeakable negative emotion in his heart. Even though he knows that this has nothing to do with Miao Meng, he still has a certain degree of resentment towards her in his heart.

After all, it is a luxury to expect people to always remain rational.

Yanami has tried his best to control his emotions.

But what Miao Meng said next almost broke his back.

"It's great that Yanai sees that my classmates hate me!" Miao Meng said happily.

The boy looked at her and said, "Are you looking for trouble?"

But Miao Meng quickly waved her hands and said with a smile: "No, remember what I told you about returning a favor?"

Yanami nodded slightly, but this guy kept bringing things back to him, so he almost forgot about it.

"The school recently contacted me to audition for a very important role. If I can get it, my acting career will probably be on the right track.

But my first audition was not very ideal, although the director team was willing to give me another audition opportunity.

But I really can't relate to the 'past of being badly hurt by a man' that the role requires.

The judges also asked, didn’t you come to Tokyo alone to fight for it because of your ex-boyfriend or something like that?

This really makes me angry. What kind of stereotype is this? Does a woman have to struggle for a man?

I came to Tokyo from Kumamoto because I didn't want to get married early like my mother.

But now, this has become my weakness, making it impossible for me to empathize with the character’s emotions…”

Then, Miao Meng looked at Yanai Jian, and the boy suddenly understood what she meant by returning the favor, and also understood why she said it was so nice of her to hate him.

"You want me to create a second story with you, hurt you badly in the story, and let you experience similar feelings." Yanaijian said in disbelief.

Miao Meng nodded vigorously: "That's great, you finally understand. I was afraid you would think I was crazy."

Actually, it’s almost the same now. This is the first time I’ve heard of such a request. If I didn’t know the ins and outs, I would have thought that you, Teacher Da Miao, were some kind of masochist.

"So, you guided me to reveal my desires so that I could hate you."

She even pretended to be a bad woman and channeled his negative emotions, just for this moment.

I was really completely taken advantage of by this guy.

"Ahahaha, Yanami-kun is really perceptive. You found it."

Miao Meng paused, then smiled and said, "Although I can't say it's an apology, but since you hate me, then feel free to torture me in your stories. The more pain you make me suffer, the more grateful I will be to you."

"Are you serious?" Yanami looked at the girl with strange eyes.

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Miao Meng's expression was even more serious than hers: "I already have no way out. If I don't get this role, I'll probably have to go back to my hometown and live a life that's too predictable."

Just as Su Shi said, the beauty blogger's account is almost out of traffic, and practicing drums is just a blind attempt, with no good entry point at all.

The only opportunity she has now is one she can seize, and in order to stay in Tokyo, she must definitely seize it.

The next moment, Yanaijian couldn't help but burst into laughter, and even tears were about to come out.

"I've never heard of such an outrageous request."

Miao Meng's eyes were filled with pleading: "Can I?"

Yanaijian smiled and said, "Okay, but you will definitely regret it."

Because this time, he meant it.

“I’d rather regret doing something than regret not doing anything at all.”

The name Yutenji Wakamai was given by my mother, which means that she is as tough as wheat and will not wither no matter what wind and rain she encounters.

The corners of Yanami's mouth curled up slightly.

Before traveling through time, readers labeled him as a "stomach medicine writer," which was also the origin of his creation.

Perhaps influenced by a certain old thief and a certain pornographic photo album, he is very good at writing "torture" scenes.

He was reluctant to use many of his ideas on Xiangzi and the others because he couldn't bear to do so.

For example, when he first wrote the second work with Chuhua and Xiangzi, he was already putting more effort into writing.

Since she asked him to do so, he would pour out all the negative emotions in his heart on her without mercy.

"Then let's get started with this second creation."

Chapter 15: Mints, Almond Trees, and Mating Bugs

In a classroom at a high school in Kumamoto Prefecture.

The gorgeous sunset not only dyed the sky a fiery color, but also shone through the classroom windows onto the desks and students' faces, making the classroom after class seem even more lonely.

At this time, most of the students in the class have already gone home, and those who have not gone home are also participating in club activities. Very few stay in the class.

And now, next to the window, a young girl's three-strand braids, dyed with a hint of golden luster, were swaying in the air. She lowered her head, as if doing homework. Under the thick round-framed glasses, her slightly furrowed brows seemed to make people understand that the homework was not going well.

The earphones on both sides can still leak out a little music sound in a quiet classroom.

Someone gently patted the girl's shoulder.

"Yuuji-san...Yuuji-san..."

The girl with three braids and glasses, Yutenji Wakami, took off her headphones a little late and turned her head, and then she saw a girl in the same class looking at her with a smile.

"Excuse me, what's wrong, Misawa-san?"

"Well, isn't it my turn to be on duty today? However, I forgot that I had an appointment with a friend to go to KTV. It's a very important date. Sorry, can you help me with the duty today?" The girl who looked very fashionable put her hands together and said with a smile.

"But... last time, Misawa-san..." Yutenji Wakami said in a low voice.

"Hey, hey, please, Yuuji-san, aren't we good friends?" the girl continued to plead.

“…I understand…and…”

But before she could finish her words, that Misawa classmate shouted, "Great, I'll be leaving first, Yudera-kun!"

The girl with three braids whispered, "My name is Yutenji..."

The girl who just said this slowly stood up and walked to the corner of the back door to get the cleaning tools, but inadvertently heard a sound outside the door.

"Did that gloomy woman promise you?"

"Hey, don't say such harsh words. She has helped us with many duties, even though she is a bit unsophisticated."

When Ruomai heard the two people talking, his eyes widened slightly, as if his breathing was about to stop.

"That's true. Who still wears three-strand braids these days? And those glasses? Wow, so gloomy."

"Remember the green skirt she wore on the last school trip? It smelled like Showa, and I had to sit next to her. It was so disgusting..."

"She's at the bottom of the class, even though her grades aren't as good as mine, yet she usually pretends to be a good, studious girl."

The two men's voices gradually faded away, probably because they had only inadvertently treated the girl as a joke.

Yutenji Wakamu subconsciously gripped the broom tightly and whispered, "That's not...Showa...it's a gift from my mother..."

But in this empty classroom, only the chirping of cicadas outside the window responded to her words.

The girl with three braids took out a piece of candy from her pocket, tore open the cheap wrapping paper, and put it in her mouth. The cool and sweet taste of mint calmed her mood a little.

She took out her cell phone and clicked the play button on the music. The melodious melody began to spread in the empty classroom.

*I once thought about ending it all

*Because the black-tailed gulls were crying at the pier

* Rising and falling with the waves

*pecking at the past and flying away

The noisy ambient sound and unclear sound quality reveal that this is not a song recorded in a studio, but rather it seems to have been recorded on the spot.

But even so, the gently playing guitar and the boy's singing are still extremely clear and pleasant.

If it were in the classroom at other times, Yutenji Wakamu would definitely not have the courage to play the loudspeaker like this, but now the classroom is empty and she is the only one cleaning with a broom, and this "extraordinary" volume makes her feel a different kind of comfort.

*The lighthouse at Boheme Fishing Harbor

*Rusty arch bridge and abandoned bicycle

*Standing in front of a stove at a wooden station

*No place I want to go

*Today is like yesterday

*If you want to change tomorrow, you must take action now

*I know, I know everything, but...

The voice coming from the speaker was clearly that of a boy of about the same age as Yutenji Wakami, but it had a unique sense of vicissitudes.

Moreover, Ruomai really likes the lyrics of this song...

In the empty classroom, accompanied by the lonely sunset and the boy's voice, the girl wiped the blackboard and cleaned up the debris left by classmates, completing a job that was not hers.

*I once thought about ending it all

*Because the apricot blossoms were in bloom on my birthday

*If you take a nap in the sunshine

*Can it turn into dead insects and seep into the soil?

The sun was setting slightly, and a little sweat seeped out of Yutenji Ruomai's forehead. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then inadvertently saw the apricot trees on the back mountain of the school dotted with pink stamens, blooming and falling.

Ruomai, who originally wanted to go home, changed her mind at the last minute. Today she wanted to go and see the apricot trees on the back mountain.

Even though she usually avoided the area behind the mountain, after all, that was where "bad students" often went.

She put on her headphones, and the sound from the speakers returned to her ears.

*I once thought about ending it all

*Because my heart is empty

*Reasons for crying due to feeling dissatisfied

*It must be because I long for a fulfilling life.

Why did this sudden impulse come to mind? Ruomai asked himself as he walked down the stairs.

Is it because of the bad things those two classmates said in private just now?

Is it because today is a special day for Ruomai?

still.....

All of them?

The girl with three braids who looked a little old was asking herself this question in her heart, but she couldn't get an answer. She just walked on the road behind the school with some difficulty.

What relieved her was that, perhaps because it was too late, she did not meet other students on the road. When she saw the blooming apricot trees, she even felt a little touched.

*I once thought about ending it all

*Because the shoe laces are loose

*Not very good at tying things together