He insulted Brother Shuang when he was young, beat Brother Shuang when he was middle-aged, cursed Brother Shuang when he was old, took Brother Shuang away when he was buried, and defeated Brother Shuang in the resurrection match.

The above is what an older single man with a mother should do.

If anyone doesn’t know who this Shuangge is?

Then I can only briefly summarize it - "Iron Virgin Ultimate Veteran Second Dimension"

For a virgin, the most dangerous thing is the wild woman outside. The master said that the tigress at the foot of the mountain can eat people.

Therefore, Mr. Qianyuan, who inherited the soul of a virgin, has always adhered to the principle of staying away from strange women.

Glancing at the female Fukai Hyou next to him, Mr. Chihara very consciously placed Nobunaga's bag straight next to him to take up space.

Open "Detective Di Renjie" silently and continue watching.

By the way, it feels really good to not have Nobunaga fighting for the charging cable.

Especially today, there were only two female voice actors at the scene, one was dubbing inside, and the other was giggling for some reason outside. Qianyuan had all the snacks for herself.

He tore open the Pepsi potato chips with great satisfaction. Sure enough, the free snack was delicious.

But the lady Fukai Hyo sitting on the other side of the chair is really unpredictable.

I could see morning yarn sitting next to her frowning sometimes, raising the corners of her mouth, thinking quietly, and narrowing her eyes.

Occasionally, he would chuckle lightly, like a tokusatsu villain who couldn't hold back his joy while planning a dark plan.

Mr. Qianyuan deleted the video he just watched to make some space on his mobile phone, which had only a few gigabytes left. He looked at the little girl next to him who kept a weird smile, held a small notebook, and kept writing in it, and suddenly

A little scared.

There is a strange contradiction and uneasiness in this woman inside and out, which makes people's skin crawl.

So he could only remain silent and drink water quietly to hide the panic in his heart.

"Qianyuan-kun, you were so strong when you said goodbye last time, why are you so weak again today?"

"Because you look really scary right now." He shrank back, "Especially this persistent look and weird eyes..."

"Don't worry, I'm just here to ask for advice this time."

In the morning, Shaori shook the small book in her hand.

"As a character who will be killed immediately after being stabbed, how do you feel about Chihara-kun?"

I don’t know, I’ve never thought about this issue, I’ve always been indifferent.

Although asking this kind of question may seem like teasing, as long as she doesn't go crazy, there's no problem in chatting.

Mr. Qianyuan paused for a few seconds and scratched his head, "It's probably the complicated feeling of 'I can get paid for one episode immediately' and 'I can only get paid for one episode'. I don't know whether I should say I'm happy or sad."

"It's a very interesting way of thinking." She touched her chin in the morning and wrote down his words exactly in her notebook.

"Which one is more happy or sad?" she asked curiously.

"Well...it's sad." Qianyuan thought for a while, "After all, I have to find another job to earn some money for living expenses."

"Like Cowherd?"

"Can you please stop mentioning this..."

"Okay, I won't talk about it next time." Zaozhi chuckled in the morning, "But if I really fulfill it in the future, don't blame me for bringing up the old thing again."

The pen in her hand paused for a moment, and she drew a big circle on the paragraph just now. The handwriting on the paper went back and forth several times.

In the morning, Saori glanced at him fishing leisurely and asked suddenly, "Isn't Qianyuan-kun curious about what I am doing?"

"Let's investigate human society." He raised his eyes slightly, finished speaking generously, and then lowered his head, biting potato chips and watching a Mandarin TV series.

"How does Qianyuan-kun know?" the girl asked.

"It's just like a reporter." Qianyuan shook his head, "Isn't it just catching someone, trying to analyze them, and then using them as a case?"

"Besides, anyone who searches the morning **** in the encyclopedia will know that you are from the Department of Human Sciences. You can tell what you study by just hearing your name."

"It's a pity that I didn't see this major at the beginning, otherwise I would choose it directly. At the end of each school year, I would write a paper criticizing the bad qualities of the Japanese."

[Start from the perspective of what people are, and understand their behavior and psychological dynamics. 】

It's such a good knowledge. You can explain it just by talking nonsense. After all, there are a thousand Hamorets.

Thinking of this, he just lamented that it was a pity.

While chatting and sighing, I threw a bottle of mineral water.

"Now it's not impossible if you want to transfer to another school and become my junior~" Zaori said as she approached her seat.

"Unless I am given free tuition and a scholarship, I will not be considered." Qianyuan took a sip of water and waved his hand.

"It's a very strict requirement. Qianyuan-kun is still obsessed with money..."

"Daydreaming" was clearly written on Shaori's face in the morning. Just when she was about to open her mouth to mention the word "Cowherd" again, she was forced back by the boy's fierce gaze.

I could only lower my head and drink water in frustration.

"There is no other way. It is difficult to move without money. This is the only way people can live in this world." He thought for a while, "If possible, I would like to reincarnate into a highly productive world line where Lenin's socialist abolition of currency has been realized."

"It's a pity that reincarnation failed."

He shook his head and sighed at the limitations of the subject matter of this light novel, which he couldn't boldly let go of.

"I originally thought that if I got the protagonist, I would buy myself a bicycle or a battery car as a treat, change my mount, and switch from infantry to cavalry."

"Unexpectedly, everything backfired. I failed in the audition for the lead role, the supporting role was completed in one episode, and the vibrator was eliminated."

"Soon, we will have to go back to the difficult situation of squeezing the tram and subway to go to and from school every day."

The self-proclaimed dashing man couldn't help but tremble in fear when he recalled the picture of hell in the carriage. The holiday was only in January, and from the next few weeks he would shiver in the corner of the tram again, fearing that a stupid hand would stick out from somewhere.

.

"Bicycles." Zaozhi thought for a while, "Young people in movies and TV series are more handsome when riding bicycles."

"But I'm so tired. After all, we're many miles apart and it's very difficult to walk across."

"What about the electric car?"

"Battery cars are too expensive..."

He touched his thin wallet in his trouser pocket, looking helpless.

"I am now very doubtful whether Qianyuan-kun, who smells like copper, is really related to Yangchun Baixue's literature department?" Miss Morning's eyes were complicated.

Qianyuan let out a light breath, and white air could also be exhaled from the air-conditioned room, looming.

He suddenly said: "I can't help it. I didn't really want to choose literature. I'm a little tired of writing. Unfortunately, there seems to be no good way out in Japan other than this."

"I originally thought about going into politics and becoming a member of parliament in the future, but after thinking about it, I realized that I don't seem to have a noble background, and I can't bear to lick a girl from a noble family. Naturally, I can't be a male secretary to a big shot."

“If you want to be a profitable lawyer, you should start as an assistant in a big firm, serving tea and water, and eventually become a wage earner.”

"I thought about starting a business, but I found that all the land was occupied by others. Starting a business would mean becoming a shrimp eaten by the big fish. As for the criteria for selecting a son-in-law for a wealthy family, it seems that the talent of the manager is also the criterion."

"That's when I realized that several roads were blocked."

As for Tokyo University’s most famous medical school? With all due respect, a person who doesn’t even dare to kill a chicken will twitch all over after watching a horror movie. It’s a bit cruel to persuade him to study medicine.

"So you chose the writer with the highest national status as your target?" The long, straight black girl suddenly realized.

"Of course! Miss Morning Saori!" Mr. Qianyuan smiled confidently and powerfully.

"I never thought that there would be such a profession in Japan, where you are respected by others and don't have to be responsible for what you say." He hummed twice and said proudly, "Even if you point at the Prime Minister's nose and scold him one day, you can still do it the next day.

How can you find a better job than getting lots of accolades in the newspapers?"

"What's more important is that no matter where you point your finger or what you criticize, there will always be dissatisfied people who agree with you. Even if you can't come up with a solution, you will still be praised for not being afraid of power and for hitting the nail on the head." Qianyuan puffed up his chest.

Speaking of this, Zaori couldn't help but nod in agreement. After all, this is the reality.

"There's just one problem..."

She said in a deep voice and slowly.

"What?"

"What do you think will happen if it is rumored that a famous writer in the future used a voice changer to pretend to be a virtual female anchor to cheat money?" she asked cheerfully.

"..."

The boy with thin clothes and a beautiful face suddenly stiffened in his movements. After a long silence, he subconsciously licked his chapped lips.

His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

"Qianyuan-kun, you don't want to die on the way to fame, right?"
Chapter completed!