Crossover: Pen name: Dazai Osamu, Omega Kasumigaoka

"What's wrong, Mr. Bei? Are you feeling unwell and unable to come to the company?"

Li Hua asked with concern.

Kitahara Makoto was silent for a moment, then said calmly:

"It's nothing serious, I just don't really feel like going out today. You go ahead and get busy."

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Bei."

Li Hua didn't ask any more questions; she knew that Kitahara really needed some private space and time.

After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Makoto casually placed the phone aside and closed his eyes again.

Chapter 467 My computer isn't lagging, but mine is.

He felt a deep weariness and powerlessness, as if all his strength had been drained away at that moment.

He knew he needed to rest and time to calm his emotions.

So he fell asleep again, hoping to find some peace and comfort in this dream.

Kitahara Shin lay in bed for a while, but found that he could no longer fall asleep.

He opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling, and his thoughts gradually became clear.

He realized that the long sleep did not restore his energy, but instead made him feel more empty and hungry.

So, Kitahara Makoto decided to get up and move around a bit.

He went to the bathroom and began to wash up. The cool water flowing over his face washed away his drowsiness and fatigue, and also made him feel a little more awake.

He brushed his teeth carefully, and after washing his face, although he looked a little haggard in the mirror, there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

Kitahara felt his stomach rumbling, a reminder that he needed to eat.

He remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since morning.

So he picked up his phone and ordered a "Mushroom Chicken Rice" delivery.

While waiting for his takeout, he went up to his room on the second floor, where he found a computer he usually used for gaming.

Kitahara Shin turned on his computer, the light from the screen reflecting on his face.

He took a deep breath and began to organize his thoughts.

On the computer screen, Kitahara Makoto looked at the games on the desktop. The computer itself wasn't lagging, but Kitahara Makoto's computer was frozen.

..........

Kitahara Makoto sat in front of the computer, leaning slightly forward, his right hand gently tapping the desktop, creating a harmonious rhythm with the light melody playing on the computer.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, but his mind seemed to have drifted off to somewhere else.

His expression was somewhat thoughtful, yet also carried a hint of enjoyment, as if he were listening to a beautiful melody.

The room was filled with soft singing, the melody flowing in the air like a clear stream, gently flowing through the heart.

Kitahara Makoto closed his eyes and swayed his body gently to the rhythm of the music, as if trying to completely immerse himself in the melody.

Just then, the doorbell rang, breaking the silence in the room.

Kitahara Shin opened his eyes, a hint of doubt flashing across his face, but he quickly concealed it.

He stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and saw the delivery guy standing there, holding a steaming hot meal.

"Hello, this is your takeout."

The deliveryman said with a smile.

Kitahara Shin took the takeout and nodded with a smile:

"Thank you."

He glanced at the takeout in his hand, then turned to the delivery driver and said:

"Thank you for your help. Please be careful on the road."

The delivery guy nodded, turned around, and left.

Kitahara Makoto closed the door, returned to his computer, and placed the takeout on the table.

He opened the takeout box, and a delicious aroma wafted out, making him swallow hard. He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of chicken, put it in his mouth, and chewed it with satisfaction.

While eating takeout, (Wang Hao's) Kitahara Makoto continued listening to songs on his computer.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if all his troubles had been thrown to the winds at that moment.

He swayed his body gently, perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the music, as if his entire body was dancing to the melody.

Under the soft light, Kitahara Makoto enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility.

His mood gradually lightened, as if all his fatigue had been carried away by the beautiful melody.

Chapter 468 Crossfire Activation

After finishing his takeout, Kitahara Makoto felt full in his stomach, and a warm current gradually spread throughout his body, as if it had injected him with new vitality.

He stood up, stretched, and felt an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort.

He walked downstairs with much lighter steps, and when he arrived at the refrigerator, he casually opened the refrigerator door.

A blast of cool air hit him as he glanced at the wide array of drinks in the refrigerator, his gaze finally settling on the dark-colored bottle of cola.

He reached for the Coke, twisted it gently, and the cap popped off.

He tilted his head back and took a sip. The icy liquid slid down his throat, carrying away the lingering weariness and making him feel refreshed.

Back in front of the computer on the second floor of room 630, Kitahara Makoto sat down and glanced at the computer screen. Suddenly, he remembered his beloved game, "CrossFire".

He smiled slightly and decided to rediscover this long-lost pleasure.

He entered his username and password following the steps he remembered. As the login screen loaded, his heart couldn't help but beat a little faster.

Finally, the game interface appeared before his eyes, and the familiar scenes, characters, and weapons made him feel a sense of warmth.

Kitahara Shin gently stroked the mouse, his eyes gleaming with nostalgia.

He recalled his glorious days in the game two years ago, those days of fighting side by side with his teammates and advancing and retreating together, as if it were just yesterday.

However, as time passed, he gradually drifted away from the battlefield, but he never forgot everything about it.

He clicked the "Start Game" option and selected a familiar map.

As the game loaded, he felt a surge of exhilarating passion coursing through his body.

He knew this would be a long-awaited battle, a remembrance and recollection of the past.

Kitahara Shin took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the game screen, and entered the bomb defusal mode battle.

At the start of the game, he quickly chose the role of a sniper, knowing that in bomb defusal mode, accurate shooting and quick reactions are the key to victory.

He skillfully manipulated the mouse, steadily aiming the crosshair at the possible location of the enemy.

As the countdown ended, the game officially began.

Kitahara Makoto immediately entered a tense and exciting state, his fingers flying across the keyboard, each click precise and powerful.

He kept a close eye on the map, anticipating the enemy's movements.

Soon, a red notification appeared on the screen, indicating that the enemy had planted a bomb.

Kitahara Makoto immediately communicated with his teammates and devised a detailed bomb disposal plan. They cautiously approached the location of the bomb, ready to deal with any potential enemies at any moment.

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire rang out, and the enemy appeared! Kitahara Makoto quickly aimed at the target and pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, the enemy fell to the ground. He quickly reloaded and continued fighting alongside his teammates.

In the fierce firefight, Kitahara Makoto displayed amazing shooting skills and tactical awareness.

Sometimes he charged into battle, drawing enemy fire; other times he lurked in the shadows, delivering a fatal blow to the enemy.

Under his leadership, his teammates gradually found their rhythm and began to gain the upper hand.

After a fierce battle, Kitahara Makoto finally located the bomb.

He took a deep breath and steadily aimed his gun at the bomb. With a loud bang, the bomb was successfully defused, and they won this crucial battle.

Chapter 469 Zhaoyang's Invitation: Robben Concert

Kitahara Makoto let out a long sigh of relief, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

He knew it was just a battle in a game, but he already felt a long-lost excitement and satisfaction.

He decided to stay on the battlefield and face more challenges with his teammates.

Kitahara Makoto had just finished a tense and exciting game of "Crossfire" and was preparing to jump into the next round of battle when suddenly, the phone rang, breaking the silence in the room.

He glanced at the incoming call display in the lower right corner of the screen, which showed a familiar name—Zhaoyang.

Kitahara Shin smiled slightly, recalling the scene of his first meeting with Zhaoyang.

It was a sunny afternoon when he was enjoying a cup of rich coffee at Mochou Coffee Shop, where Zhaoyang was the owner.

The two met over coffee, had a pleasant conversation, and became friends.

Kitahara Makoto picked up his phone and answered the call.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bei."

Zhao Yang's voice came through the microphone, carrying a hint of gentleness and warmth.

"You too, Mr. Zhaoyang."

Kitahara Makoto responded, his voice tinged with ease and pleasure.

"What's wrong? The phone just rang."

Kitahara asked curiously, knowing that Zhaoyang usually wouldn't call without a reason.

"Actually, it's nothing."

Zhao Yang paused for a moment, then continued,

"I just have a friend who's going to be holding a concert soon, and I'd like to invite you to come and watch it with me."

"concert?"

Kitahara was somewhat surprised, as he wasn't the type of person who was enthusiastic about following celebrities or attending concerts.

But considering that he was Zhao Yang's friend, he couldn't refuse directly.

Yes, it will be held in Nanjing.

Zhaoyang added.

"Nanjing?"

Kitahara Makoto frowned slightly; Nanjing was not exactly close to his city.

But he knew that since Zhaoyang had called, he must think the concert was worth seeing.

"I guess you could call me a celebrity."

Zhao Yang seemed to sense Kitahara's hesitation, and then explained further.

"You've heard of my friend Robben, haven't you?"

"Robben?"

Kitahara was taken aback; he had indeed heard of this name before. Robben had a high reputation in the underground rock scene and was known as the "Godfather of Underground Rock."

Although Kitahara Makoto doesn't belong to this circle, he has still heard of Robben's reputation.

Do you know Robben?

Zhao Yang asked curiously.

"The underground godfather's reputation is too great."

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Kitahara Makoto smiled.

"Even though I'm not in this circle, I know a little bit about it."

"So that's it."

Zhao Yang smiled too.