"Feodor-kun~?" Dazai called out again, and when he saw that he didn't respond, he narrowed his eyes and smiled as he changed his name to "Doshi-kun~"

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky?" Seeing that Fyodor still didn't respond, Dazai thought for another two seconds and shouted.

Fyodor, who was standing in front of the computer, turned a deaf ear to the words and bit his fingernails, thinking about something.

Dazai's eyes rolled, and he deliberately softened his voice, calling out in a sweet tone.

"Fejia——"

Although this wave inflicts 1,000 casualties on the enemy and 1,000 casualties on your own, it is still quite useful.

Dazai suppressed the urge to vomit and still kept a faint smile on his face.

He saw Fyodor's typing froze, then he slowly turned his head and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Crab meat!" Dazai answered decisively.

Fyodor lowered his head and thought for two seconds, then ruthlessly refused, "No."

A few minutes later, Fyodor's subordinate, a white-haired man, brought food here.

A box of instant noodles.

Dazai:?

Fyodor looked at him calmly, raised his chin to indicate that he could eat that if he was hungry, and then he went back to chewing his fingernails in front of the computer.

Dazai pondered for two seconds and then went to boil some water.

After all, he was really hungry, and he didn't mean to pick on Fyodor - what's more, he had no money on him, so how could he dislike Fyodor for having to eat only instant noodles?

After a casual lunch, Dazai picked up a random old newspaper from the pile of old newspapers on the table and started reading.

Some people were reading newspapers, some were playing on computers, and there was actually a sense of the good old days.

As for whether those who read newspapers are really just reading newspapers, and whether those who play computers are really just playing computers, it is hard to say for sure.

After all, on the surface, there really wasn't anything wrong with them.

Fyodor was actually checking the list of superpowers he had just obtained. While checking it, he also made a backup and then dropped a virus into the original USB drive.

He will definitely not keep this USB flash drive, just throw it somewhere randomly. If you recognize this USB flash drive or want to get it at a bargain, you can take it back and don't have to deal with the follow-up.

——Anyway, the virus has basically destroyed the content, so he doesn't have to worry about anyone restoring the content.

Of course, if there is really someone who has the ability to restore it, Fyodor would be happy to hand over the information.

After reading the newspaper for a while, Dazai caught a glimpse of pink out of the corner of his eye and suddenly remembered something.

Fyodor was hit on the head with red wine, but when he just came out, he was busy preparing a gift for Mr. Mori and didn't even have time to mock.

Big Failure!!!

Thinking of this, Dazai was horrified. He turned his head and stared at Fyodor's pink plush hat. He lowered his eyes and thought for two seconds before saying, "What was Fyodor doing in there? He was in such a state. It's too - wolfish -."

"I think you know why I became like this." Fyodor's expression did not change when he heard this, and his hands did not stop moving. He just raised his chin slightly and pointed at the eavesdropping device on the table. :,,.