When you have the intention to cosplay, you must be mentally prepared. Especially since I have experience in cosplay, I will definitely make it awesome this time.

I made an appointment with my best friend for the comic convention the next day. I looked at the Dazai Osamu cosplay costume I had bought before, and decisively contacted my best friend to change his character. I want to play Chuuya, a little angel, who is both powerful and not a traitor. Whether it is the main story or the if line, there is room for negotiation in case of time travel. If a certain damn rabbit "kills" me——

I can't bear it, I really can't bear it.

I was really careful this time. Not only did I prepare RMB in cash and carry my cell phone with me at all times, I even exchanged some Japanese yen just in case.

However, it seems that I was overthinking it. From putting on makeup to dressing up and entering the exhibition, there was nothing wrong at all. I even queued up and bought a double black book drawn by a lady and a life-size Dazai pillow!

To be honest, I am actually a Chinese chef. Even if I eat double black, I still prefer Chuya! But I didn't get the Chuya pillow. Yes, it was my best friend, the chef, who insisted on snatching it from me, humph!

Well, it just so happened that I was doing CP business with my gay friend, I held Zai Zi and he held Zhong Ye, which was also suitable. We are both handsome, relaxed, and have a high degree of restoration - so there are many people around us. In order to do better business, my gay friend suddenly had an idea and took off his windbreaker and put it on me.

Sure enough, it caused a burst of screams.

But I have two coats on my body - huh, do you really think you can keep them on? Is there some kind of second dimension metaphysics? I have pinned the inner coat on, but what about the outer coat?

How about - change it?

Anyway, unlike the height difference between the two Hei in the original work, my friend and I are of similar height, otherwise we can't change cosplay costumes. We change coats and hug each other's life-size pillows, which is so sweet!

This is giving out candy, understand?

Boyfriend shirt... oh, no. It's boyfriend windbreaker.

The pins needed some work, so my gay friend and I found a corner and asked him to help me remove the pins on my shoulders.

Change into beige clothes - hey, you know what, it's quite suitable.

I straightened my jacket and looked at the bulge in my friend's cosplay jacket. Oh, and my phone and money!

Put it back quickly.

I reached out to pat my friend's shoulder, and then the person in front of me turned around—

...Who are you?

Why do I suddenly not recognize this face?

I glanced around - although there were no bright lights and wine, the dim and ambiguous light, the card-like booths, the layers of bottles of different colors, and the handsome guy standing in front of the bar...

Is this a bar?

And why does it feel like there are not many people here? Could it be that the bar hasn’t opened yet?

I'm tired.

"Hey, who's taking the labor pay..." The guy in front who was thought to be my gay friend - I'm gay!

The sound sounds so fierce, what should I do!

Admit your mistake on the spot!

I was stunned and didn't react. But when he saw my face, his attitude changed 180 degrees.

"Mr. Zhongyuan Zhong--Mr. Zhongyuan!" He gave me a standard Japanese bow, and the flattery on his face was almost overflowing. "How did you have time to come here today?"

How should I respond? Where is the real Chuuya now? If I run into him later, wouldn't I be in trouble?

Let me think about how to fool people.

"Hurry, hurry, why don't you give up your seat to Master Zhongyuan!" The man led me to the nearest booth, waving his hands to get everyone out of the way. The semicircular booth that could seat four or five people was now empty. The man just now was wiping the table for me while asking me in a flattering way, "Master Zhongyuan, are you still the same today? Do you want to try the skills of the new bartender in the store?"

I nodded slightly, signaling him to make the arrangements.

His eyes were wandering, and he seemed not to dare to look me in the eye—let alone the pillow in my hand.

I can't even look at myself now! I came here with a life-size pillow in my arms!

I'm sorry, Chuuya-da-baby!

——In the Central Plains, reputation was damaged.

I twitched my fingertips, but I couldn't feel any control over "gravity" at all. Instead, I felt a strange sense of emptiness.

I stroked the beige windbreaker...

No way, no way, it can't be that she is wearing Chuuya's skin or Zaizi's heart!

Why, why do I always end up being the chicken that breaks the cat!

I lowered my head to glance at the life-size pillow next to me. It clearly had a gentle and affectionate image of Dazai on it, but why did I feel like there was a hint of mockery in his eyes?

I felt offended by a pillow.

Moreover, this pillow made my whole body stiff and I dared not look directly at the way other people looked at me - no doubt, it was the kind of pillow with one side showing undress and exposing panties!

Destroy it, quickly.

I leaned on the soft backrest, rubbing my forehead with one hand, my head ached. I didn't know how my gay friend was doing. Someone suddenly disappeared behind me. He didn't think I was running away because I didn't want to do business, did he?

Now that I'm here... After I calmed down, I let it go. Come to think of it, I've never been to a bar before, I've only seen them in novels - aren't people here all dancing?

Novels deceive me.

But I still restrained myself, and then closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. As long as I can't see, embarrassment can't catch up with me. You don't talk to me, don't mention anything related to Zhongyuan Zhongye, I'm afraid of being exposed.

Don’t be fooled by the man’s flattering look just now. If I didn’t have Zhang Zhongye’s face, he would probably have hit me in the head.

I will never risk my life. Oh, and I pinched myself.

No pain, just the right taste.

After the last time I was plotted against by the world consciousness, I will definitely be on time every day and never slack off. Also, I will definitely take control of the script in my own hands this time!

In the last world, there were only five cats and one professional script writer, AKA the Riddler. But this world is different, with a large number of excellent script writers and a Riddler per person.

My heart was beating fast, and I felt nervous but also a little excited.

I should be content. Isn't the situation this time better than last time? I have Chuuya's face now. Do I still need to worry about food, drink and shelter? Can't I just scan my face to get it?

As long as he can avoid Chuuya himself - maybe he also has to avoid Mori Ogai, Momiji-san, Dazai Osamu, Ranpo Cat... and a series of other people.

But! As long as I can hold on, I will be able to live a fulfilling life.

I picked up the glass and tasted the flavor of the beautiful cocktail. This was the first time in my life, so I had to remember it well.

The taste is not as strong as I imagined, and it is not bitter or spicy. Instead, it is sweet, a bit like carbonated drinks.

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That is, why do I feel a little dizzy after drinking it...

It seems a bit hot - what season is it now? Air conditioning, don't you have air conditioning in such a big bar?

In hindsight, this could be the result of alcohol intoxication or the way alcohol relieved social phobia—or even caused social intimidation.

But now, I don’t have that awareness at all, I just feel - inexplicably happy.

I looked at the pillow next to me and found it more and more pleasing to the eye.

I grabbed the pillow and stuffed it into my arms. I was afraid that the panty side would be seen, so I put that side facing downwards. Now that I was hugging it, that side was facing the direction that others could see.

——I want to show you my beauty, Dazai Osamu! ?

Don’t worry about whose skin I’m wearing now, but essentially, I should be Dazai’s character!

The man just now seemed to be hesitant to speak, and after a few moments he came over and asked, "If Lord Zhongyuan is under a lot of pressure, how about I ask two people to accompany you?"

Accompany me?

Who are you looking for?

Is Chuuya a little angel?

I pushed the loose hair on my forehead upwards, put my hands in my hair, and pointed at the pillow, "Like this?"

He nodded immediately.

"Tsk." I sneered. Do you think you can find such a seductive beauty? What do you think Zaizi relies on to cause trouble everywhere and still live a free life? Is it because of his brain that can forge ahead without any mistakes?

No, it’s because of this face that brings disaster to the country and the people.

By the way, thanks to the babies who formed the language environment for me in the curse, I don’t tremble when I speak now - at least it’s much better than before!

Others' growth path is gradually moving towards maturity, while mine is from listening to reading. In the future, I may have the opportunity to develop my writing skills. When I return, I don't even need to consider the courses of HuO Online School. I can directly sign up for the exam and add a beautiful stroke to my resume!

Right now I feel like I don't have much control over my tongue.

Oh, that's what I was just about to say.

"Master Zhongyuan, how about you take a look at these?"

Hmm? Are there any pretty boys and girls?

I stretched out a few fingers to grab the face that was approaching, mainly because they were no longer approaching. With my head lowered and my waist bent, I could only grab the face.

I didn't customize my contact lenses this time, I just picked the color, so I didn't have a prescription - my myopia and astigmatism plus the current dim light buff -

Beyond these few meters, it is impossible to tell the difference between humans and animals.

Let me see - the facial features are regular, but the eyes are not good, and there are no highlights, you know?

As an excellent man of letters, one must have a good sense of self-discipline. I suddenly felt that the wine in my mouth was no longer fragrant, my face became gloomy, and my eyes, which were originally careful, became empty.

——There is no doubt that this is all myopia’s fault!

If God gives me another chance, I will definitely take good care of my eyes.

The dizziness I was already feeling became more pronounced, and I was thinking slowly - suddenly I felt a chill on my fingers.

...Oh my God, why did the little brother suddenly start crying? I quickly let go of his hand and pushed him away.

Sorry, I was distracted and forgot about it!

To hide my panic, I quickly drank the rest of the wine.

As soon as I put down the empty cup, another one was handed to me. The service was quite attentive, but when I looked at the crystal clear liquid in the cup, which was a little orange, a little black, and even had some bright red spots under the light, I suddenly had an impulse.

If we add some other ingredients into it, like detergent or something, would it look better? Just like when I play with slime, adding some unexpected colors always gives me surprises.

…Anyway, I won’t get hurt or sick now. I don’t belong to this world, so I can’t be hurt by this world. That’s right, I’m a bug.

Why not just follow the impulse?

"What was added in here?" Hiss - I bit my tongue and changed the intonation from four tones to two.

Question sentence?

The meaning is almost the same. If I repeat it again, it will be very embarrassing. I put the cup in front of the person just now and stared at him. You must understand what I mean.

Detergent or blood pressure medication?

I remember that the colors of the blood pressure-raising and antihypertensive drugs that Dazai Osamu mixed were also very beautiful.

I just don’t know what it tastes like, will it be bitter?

This plot is such a classic for Zaizi's character, I just haven't been able to try it as a human being - that is to say, if you wash the dishes without rinsing them and then use them to eat, does that count as eating detergent?

Speaking of dishwashing liquid, the last time I volunteered, the kitchen of the autism treatment center felt strange. The bottles of dishwashing liquid were all very new, and the high table for washing dishes was over-cleaned. Logically, their center has been in existence for quite some time, so it shouldn't be so new. It looked like no one had ever used it, but the low sink next to it had obvious signs of use.

But those are not the heights that adults should use, they are more like the heights that children should use. And every time I play with those children, there are several other people watching. I always thought that it was professionals watching, but now it feels wrong. And there are strange marks on the curtains and carpets...

My thoughts were wandering uncontrollably, and memories of various things from the past came back to me.

I even recalled that during the previous student union election, the counting process seemed a bit clumsy?

How come I didn't notice it at all?

I sighed quickly and shook my head. My hands were tired from holding the cup, but no one paid any attention to me.

What’s going on? With Chuuya’s status, he can’t even fulfill this request!

Hmm, he seemed to be talking? My eyesight is not good, I can only feel that his mouth seems to move, but the sound is very low.

I squinted my eyes, trying to see clearly—

Suddenly his legs went weak and he fell to his knees.

???

Are you worried that you have some serious illness?