I won't be a loser.

In a hotel room, a man and a woman were alone together, their relationship was not so pure, and there were no physical or mental constraints. What happened was a natural thing...

When Kento woke up in the morning, he looked at Mari Kazeoka lying in his arms and couldn't help but sigh. For such a mature person, there is still some time to catch up for Rio Futaba, but Rio Futaba is more worth looking forward to.

"Okay, it's getting late. Let's get ready and go back."

“Hmm…”

Mari Fukaoka slowly opened her eyes and looked at the wise man beside her. She noticed that she was lying in his arms, but she was not too panicked. She sat up quietly, rubbed her eyes, and changed her clothes.

They took the noon train and returned to Tokyo in the afternoon. When they walked out of the platform, it was almost evening.

"Is the new work okay?"

"Well, that's all. You should get back to work. I have a feeling you'll be working overtime for this interview."

"No way, this is my job."

The two people sitting on the subway arrived at the platform quietly. They first went into the house together. He asked Mari Fukioka to rest, and then he walked into the bedroom and saw Rio Futaba lying on the bed.

He approached the edge of the bed, looked at the girl in a short-sleeved T-shirt, walked to her side, and took a closer look, only to find that the word on her clothes was a single 'は'.

"What's the meaning?"

"Ok?"

Rio Futaba, who had her eyes closed, opened them and noticed that Xianren was staring in front of her, looking at the words on her clothes.

"I don't know. It probably doesn't mean anything. You didn't go back to Tokyo yesterday?"

"It was already late at night when we finished the interview, and it would probably take until the early morning to get back by bus. Considering how tired we were, we stayed overnight and rushed back this morning."

"Done?"

Futaba Rio had no interest in these things. She just glanced at Xianren lightly and asked about the most important thing in the whole process, the thing that Futaba Rio cared about the most.

"That's so blunt. I think it could be more tactful, like 'did a relationship go beyond friendship?'"

"Is that beyond?"

“Beyond that.”

Retracting her gaze from Kento, Futaba Rio turned over, with her back to Kento, and had no interest in asking any further questions. Knowing the answer, she was not surprised at all.

She didn't know what the point of asking a question again was, even though she already knew the answer. Maybe she still had a little expectation, so she asked it.

Facing the unhappy Futaba Rio, Kento slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I don't want to do it."

"I haven't done anything yet."

"I did it. Once you do it, it will be too late, right?"

"Then it's okay for me to be like this, right?"

He wrapped his arms around Futaba Rio and held her in his arms. Xianren lay on the pillow, quietly feeling the warmth from her. The girl was silent for a moment, without any resistance, and closed her eyes again...

"You were away all day yesterday."

"Didn't I tell you that I'm going to interview——"

"Chiyoko Fujiwara! I know your grandmother used to play her movies at home, but she's quite old now, right? Did you find anything interesting during the interview?"

"There's nothing interesting. Compared to these things, I think it might be more interesting to talk about your grades."

“That’s not fun!”

Sanye became angry and angry out of shame.

"Whenever something unhappy happens, your reaction becomes so strong. You're a little too naive. Be careful not to be deceived by men who use this to your advantage."

"I'm not a man who will be deceived!"

"Good good."

The perfunctory attitude made Sanye grit her teeth, suppress her anger, and finish her dinner quietly.

"What kind of movies do you think I'm suitable for?"

The sudden words made Xianren glance sideways at his sister. He didn't know why she suddenly asked this. After thinking for a moment, he finally gave an answer.

"If someone tells you that you're suitable for a movie, don't be fooled. They're mostly underground—"

"No! I was just asking casually! Besides, I wouldn't agree to anything. I'm not that easily fooled!"

"It's just a reminder to you that if you want to make a movie, you can go back and form a small crew and shoot some short films. It won't be a big problem."

"Really?"

Sanye immediately became interested. For a girl of her age, shooting short films and joining a film crew were too tempting.

"If you're interested, I don't mind."

"Very interested."

"I'll ask around and see if I can contact someone in that area. If there's no problem, I'll let you know."

"it is good!"

After everything was done, the two of them lay down on the bed. Xianren could hear Mitsuha humming happily, and it seemed that she was looking forward to filming the short film.

He closed his eyes, and the smell of disinfectant made Xianren feel that something was wrong. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a pale ward. There were two people lying around the bed, one was May and the other was Yotsuba.

"Sumi-ma-sen [Private Marseille], can you tell me what happened? Why does my stomach hurt a little bit?"

The weak voice made the two girls lying on both sides open their eyes, and they looked at the awakened wise man in surprise.

"A wise man."

"You're finally awake, sage."

In the familiar May and April of his adulthood, Xianren lay in the hospital bed, not daring to move. He did not expect that after the car accident, he would once again enjoy the treatment of hospitalization.

"No, Miss Nakano Satsuki, I'm not your husband. It's me, it's me."

The tone sounded like a telephone scam. After May's initial excitement, she looked at her bewildered husband, hesitated for a moment, and finally reacted.

"You, are you really not a sage?"

"No, I am a sage, but not your husband's sage. What happened?"

After looking at May for a while, he found that she slowly lowered her head, while Yotsuba was silent and didn't know how to start, with an awkward look on her face.

I guess that day, he suddenly woke up and something 'interesting' happened.

Image: "Chiyoko Fujiwara", Location: "Images/1663782542-100277911-109379130.jpg"

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Everyone's Sage: 370. Proof of Victory

The matter was not too complicated, it was just an accident.

After knowing the complicated relationship, May couldn't bear it for a while. She picked up the fruit knife on the table and was ready to do something to hurt herself after losing her mind. Seeing that the situation was critical, Xianren stopped May, and during the argument, May accidentally stabbed Xianren.

Maybe it was retribution, but fortunately the problem was not serious and no internal organs were injured. Just a few stitches on the stomach and there was no big problem. He is currently recuperating in the hospital.

At first, other people also stayed in the hospital to accompany the unconscious Xianren, but it took too long, so they were divided into two shifts to take turns taking care of the unconscious Xianren. However, unexpectedly, while May was taking care of Xianren, Xianren woke up.

Although he was not the wise man they knew, at least he woke up.

The wise man lying on the hospital bed looked at the people on both sides of the bed and couldn't help but fall silent. He raised his right hand, which was also bandaged. He was silent for a moment, sighed, and looked at the people on both sides.

"Well, this is my own fault, so I don't need to worry too much about it. At least in my opinion, I deserve it."

He emphasized the word "I" to show his attitude. Xianren looked down at his body and couldn't help sighing again.

"I didn't expect him to have to stay in bed and rest here. After a while, when he wakes up, you guys can talk to him. I... can't do anything."

People like May and Yotsuba had already understood the situation the last time they were at home. It seemed that there really was a second personality of the wise man that would appear at any time. Facing the other wise man who comforted her, May just pursed her lips.

Yotsuba looked at Xianren with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She didn't understand what the difference was between this Xianren and the Xianren she knew. Or was the Xianren she liked the familiar Xianren, or the Xianren in front of her?

Yotsuba, who had become suspicious, could not help but let her imagination run wild, while Kento lay quietly on the hospital bed. He did not say a word from beginning to end, except asking May to help him pour a glass of water.

The doctor entered the ward and asked about Xianren's condition. After a while, Xianren woke up and returned to the familiar room.

He looked down at his abdomen, reached out and gently stroked it, and found that there was nothing wrong.

The sun was rising outside. I sighed, got up from the bed and started preparing breakfast.

The interviews have been completed and the basic materials are already available.

Xianren, who had just completed a work, also started his work again, continued the work where he had stopped, sat in front of his computer and started thinking.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang. Xianren, who was sitting in front of the computer thinking, stopped browsing the web page he had just opened, looked towards the door, stretched his arms, and let out a long hum.

"Ugh—waa ...

With a sigh, he stood up from his chair and inched his way to the door.

When the door opened, the person standing at the door was Feng Xiaochun. The girl was wearing a sailor suit and stood at the door coquettishly. A slight warm breeze blew her skirt, and she wore a white beret on her head. She exuded a girlish feeling no matter how you looked at her.

"come in."

"Excuse me~"

Feng Xiaochun entered Xianren's apartment. The door was closed. Walking slowly in Xianren's apartment, Feng Xiaochun looked at some of Sanye's daily necessities and the somewhat narrow bed.

"What to drink?"

"Regular juice will be fine."

"I just bought some juice from the convenience store a while ago."

He took out the juice from the refrigerator and handed it to Feng Xiaochun. Xianren also took a box for himself, walked silently to the desk and sat down.

Feng Xiaochun sat casually on the edge of the bed, holding a juice in one hand and supporting himself on the bed sheet with the other, looking at the wise man who was sitting in front of the computer.

"are you still working?"

"Well, I just got the interview materials the day before yesterday, so I can resume the creation where I left off before."

"But didn't you just finish a work a while ago and hand it over to your editor?"

"That was my previous work. Well, when I have inspiration, I have to create. When inspiration dries up, even if I want to create, I don't know how to start. So, I have to seize every moment of inspiration and not waste it."

After a moment's silence, the wise man couldn't help but sigh.

“When people are young, their works are probably the most dynamic. As time passes, most of their works will gradually become stereotyped and the content will become monotonous…”

"But the works of the wise are all of heavy content, right?"

Feng Xiaochun was silent for a moment, and recalled her husband's works. She had also read them carefully, but the content of those works did not seem to be enough to express the concept of "youth" or "vitality".

"...Well, it's just a metaphor. Even if it's a heavy topic, it's enough to come up with something new and interesting."

Looking at the screen in front of him, Xianren was silent for a moment. In fact, he didn't have any great creative ideas at the moment. He just didn't know what to do. The emptiness of doing nothing prompted him to sit down at the desk.

"It's okay to do nothing?"

"If I don't do anything, wouldn't that be too empty?"

One hand fell on the mouse, and the wise man silently scrolled the wheel, looking at the historical materials on the web page, trying to find some inspiration from the history.

"Xiaochun, are you planning to take over the family business in the future?"

"Well, perhaps, while my father and mother are still able to take care of these things, I can have a child with the wise man as soon as possible and raise an excellent heir? If that's the case, I won't have to worry about inheriting my father's affairs."

"That's what's going on in the future."

Sitting silently at the desk, Xianren tapped the table lightly with his fingers, as if he was lost in thought. He had already answered Feng Xiaochun's question before, but when it was put in front of him again, he suddenly became hesitant.

"It still doesn't work. I still don't want you to take too much risk. Let's consider this issue later. By then, we will be fully prepared."

Faced with the wise man who still refused, Feng Xiaochun did not feel too surprised. She lay quietly on the bed, her eyes flickering a little. She pursed her lips but did not give any answer.

I don’t know if it’s because Feng Xiaochun is right next to him, but Xianren, who was sitting at the desk, stared at the screen in front of him for a long time without typing a single word. He sat in silence at the desk. It was clearly a room for two people, but it seemed as if they were separated into two worlds.

After closing the computer in front of him, Xianren stood up, walked to Feng Xiaochun who was sitting on the edge of the bed, stretched out his arms, and held his wife in his arms like a princess.

Feng Xiaochun, who didn't know what was wrong with Xianrenze, put her arms around his neck and looked at her husband.