Stray Chapter 143: Verbal violence
"To do such a thing while the girl is sleeping... that's a shame."
Looking at the photos taken by the mobile phone in her hand, Yukinoshita said this with a flat face, and pressed the delete button. She didn't seem to be angry, but it was the indifference that made it scary.
Actually, you can say it more clearly and clearly. This kind of statement is a bit misunderstood... Although she thinks so, Xia Ran, who knows that she is wrong, sits upright, doesn't look sideways, and doesn't say anything at all the intention to argue.
What more can be said? After all, he was caught when he was preparing a screenshot... Fate turned out to be such a terrible thing, he just wanted to grab Fate's throat, but Fate beat his head in reverse.
"Xia Ran, don't you have anything to say?"
Yukinoshita looked at the silent party. Although the voice was calm, it sounded as clear as ice, exuding an overly sharp aura.
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Hikiya Hachiman and Yuihama Yui were sitting on the other side, and seemed to have a great interest in the manuscript of the novel in their hands at the same time.
They didn't even look up, clearly expressing their desire to stay out of the way.
"That... Xuexia, aren't you angry?" After thinking about it, Xia Ran cautiously asked the question she was most concerned about.
"I'm not angry," Yukinoshita said calmly.
Ah, it really is this sentence, Xia Ran doesn't know how many times she has heard it, and there are all kinds of people who say this sentence. The only thing they have in common is that they are different from the outside, and they are actually angry.
It's like "I won't be angry if you tell me the truth", whoever believes it is an idiot.
Xia Ran is of course not an idiot, but he is now willing to hide his ears and believe this statement, and hastily prepared to facilitate this established event: "That's great, Yukishita-san, thank you for this..."
"Hey! Is it 110..."
"Please stop! Don't call the police—!!"
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This farce didn't last long before it was interrupted.
Because someone rudely knocked on the door of the activity room, it attracted everyone's attention, and then Zaimuza Yoshiki walked in from the outside.
To be honest, after yesterday's attack, he actually dared to come to the door today to lead him to death, which made Xia Ran Gao glance at him. Coupled with the standard door-to-door visit of the other party's card time card, it resolved his crisis very well.
So Xia Ran thinks that maybe she needs to reciprocate, and later try to talk about the advantages of the other party's novel as much as possible. After all, when everyone else has given severe criticism and blows that may lead to death, he has to consider the ability of Yoshiki Zaimiza to give him a hope of survival, right?
Staring at the burly boy who moved a chair and sat in front of the crowd, he thought.
"Then let me hear your thoughts-"
At this time, Yoshiki Zaikiza sat down on the chair, causing the chair to make some kind of painful creaking sound. He personally unknowingly crossed his hands in front of his chest, his face full of confidence, with a sense of superiority that came from nowhere.
Wait, is this guy a fish? Is it only seven seconds of memory? To forget the painful experience of yesterday so quickly? !
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Hikigaya Hachiman and Yuihama Yui looked at each other in disbelief, and some couldn't figure out whether this guy's mental ability was very strong, reaching the level of shaking, or there was something wrong with their memory.
"Huh? Wait, Xia Ran, why are you looking at me with those sympathetic eyes, as if you were looking at a corpse..."
Yoshiki Zaimiza also felt something was wrong, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the source of the strange feeling, only to see a certain devil classmate looking at him with a sympathetic look.
He never knew that this kind of emotional gaze would not only make people feel reassured subconsciously, but could actually make people horrified and their hairs stand on end!
——The difference is only who is looking at it.
Remembering what happened yesterday, Zaimuza Yoshiki felt a shudder in his heart, and said quickly, "By the way, please don't be too harsh, classmate Xia Ran... Otherwise, I'll really die! "
"Don't worry, I'll try my best to pick out the merits of your novels..." Xia Ran had a serious and reliable expression, "But you'd better prepare yourself mentally, after all, there are still three judges, especially Xue Zhi. Come on, she'll kill you with words..."
"...Student Xia Ran, you are absolutely sure that I will forgive you today, right?" Yukino Yukino glared at him and interrupted him unceremoniously.
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"Cough cough, since Yukinoshita you are so considerate, that's great." The young man resumed his posture of sitting upright and not looking sideways, just like when a debtor is facing a creditor, It's always natural to be weak, as long as it's not an old man.
The same is true for him. When he did something bad, he was stolen by someone who happened to be on the spot, and now it is naturally impossible to behave more confidently than the other party.
Yukinoshita snorted slightly and ignored him, but unconsciously flipped through the brand new copy in her hand, as if she was thinking about something.
Speaking of which, both parties had a tacit understanding today and did not talk about the phone call last night, as if that incident had never happened at all. Originally, the meeting might have been a bit unavoidable embarrassment, but it was completely eliminated because Xia Ran wanted to forcibly collect CG.
She wasn't sure if this guy did it on purpose, but out of a keen intuition, she always thought it was probably like this.
"That... Yukishita classmate?" Zaimiza Yoshiki asked tentatively, not knowing whether he should believe what Xia Ran had just said.
Taking a light breath, the girl quickly restrained her thoughts and raised her eyes to stare at Yoshiki Zaikiza who was being judged by everyone in front of her:
"Sorry, I'm not familiar with this kind of work... Strictly speaking, I've only seen one person's work before, and it's not a complete light novel, but more like a game script-like story."
As she said that, she turned her head to look at someone beside her.
The script really impressed her deeply, but aside from the edge **** that did not conform to the core values of a harmonious society, its implication was really profound.
The girl also admitted that the heavy criticism and the shocking impact made her a little curious about the related acg field. Although it was only a little curious, she still did not take the initiative to understand the various kinds of products on the market. Light novels, anime, etc.
But it did make her subconsciously feel that perhaps this type of work is of this type with profound meaning and connotation.
What I didn't expect was that... Yoshiki Zaimiza's novel did a great job of disappointing her. It was really a mistake to stay up late to watch it, although it was not for this reason that she decided to stay up late, it was just that she couldn't sleep last night.
"Hahahaha... It doesn't matter, I just want to hear the opinions of the world, you can say it." Yoshiki Zaimaki seemed to be relieved all of a sudden, pretending to be a heroic laugh, and then so said.
And his heart seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if the difficulty had dropped a lot all of a sudden.
If you have not seen this type of subject matter, you must not have been influenced by too many works, and your vision and taste may not be so picky? It's like an old bookworm who hates this and hates that, and doesn't like anything, and people who have just started reading novels even Xiao Baiwen think it's wonderful.
The truth is indeed the truth, and theoretically speaking, the plot may indeed unfold like this.
However...
"Then I'll just say it straight. It's very boring to read, and even painful. This work is beyond imagination and disappointing." dead.
The wooden seat was severely injured in an instant, his face was pale, his whole body was greatly thrown back, and the chair made a "clicking" sound.
This is not over yet. Yukinoshita is a very serious and direct person. Now that he has made up his mind to speak, he naturally won't mention it in one stroke. Instead, he has listed the reasons one after another very seriously, explaining that own feelings.
From the grammatical transcription to the development of the plot, the criticism of Yoshiki Zaimokuza is useless.
The latter was hit hard, and subconsciously cast a look of help to the person next to him, with tears in the corners of his eyes.
So-
"I, I think...you, you know a lot of difficult words." by Yui Hama Yui.
"Anyway, the illustrations are the point, so don't worry too much about the story." by Hikigaya Hachiman.
A minute later, Zaimuza Yoshiki was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling... He felt like he was going to die, and now there is only one person left to save his life like a candle in the wind .
Under everyone's attention, Xia Ran thought about it very seriously, picked out the advantages of the novel as much as possible, and thoughtfully said:
"It's very royal to use the last paragraph to confess, and it also conforms to the rules of the industry. It is an open ending. In this way, even if the first volume is cut in half, it will not be said to be unfinished... ...well, Zaimoku does a pretty good job of this."
"Pfft-!!"
"Didn't you say that you would try to pick the advantages? Why would you give him a fatal blow?" Yukinoshita looked at him who was brutally making up the knife in surprise, and asked a question in a puzzled way.
"But... I've tried my best to find out the advantages. Other aspects are really..." Xia Ran looked at Zaimuzuo's corpse in surprise. This kind of surprise didn't seem to be fake, he was real I feel that I try my best to euphemistically state my advantages and praise them.
"That's right..."
While listening to his explanation, Yukinoshita let her gaze wander back and forth between the copy in her hand and the corpse of Zaimokuza not far away, and nodded understandingly.
Even she has to admit that trying to forcibly pick out the merits of Yoshiki Zaimiza's works to praise is difficult... beyond imagination.
"That... This person has something like mochi slipped out of his mouth, does it really matter?"