Daily Life at Conan Undercover Distillery - Chapter 49

Akai Shuichi was full of seriousness, and seriously bought “Your Name” and read it.

There were a lot of girls who bought this book in the bookstore. Some of them stood in line to pay the bill with red eyes, and they couldn’t bear to leave the title page. The photo of Chi Jiangzhi was looking down there with their heads down.

Akai Shuichi, a mature sportsman and cool brother Bingshan, stood expressionlessly in the middle of a group of boys and girls, causing the cashier to look at him several times during the checkout.

After returning from the bookstore, after reading about 30,000 words, the emotional line between Taki and Mitsuha gradually became clear, and Shuichi Akai already felt that something was wrong.

Turn to the final ending.

Oh, good guy.

Akai Shuichi has a complicated mood.

What kind of book is this!

This book hurts a lot!

Is this really written by Chijiang Ori?

The overall storyline is very simple, the branch line is very shallow, and the 100,000 words basically revolve around the protagonist. Taki and Mitsuha, relying on the exchange of souls, each appeared in the other’s world, but in the end they could not reunite again.

But this is not the only framework for the whole book.

A parallel universe, a rough sketch of chewing wine, shrines, and small-town culture.

Akai Shuichi vaguely felt that the setting of this book’s parallel universe, used in a novel with love as the main story, is somewhat overkill.

Because of Jiang Yizhi’s magical change, there are only a few bones left in the frame of your name, and the rest are painted skins that he added. This book is adapted from Xin Haicheng. In the end, only the title of the book, the male and female protagonists, and the place names are left. It’s authentic.

Most of the others are adaptations.

…but this does not prevent this from being a relatively good pure love novel.

·

Holding the watermelon in his palm, Jiang Yizhi glanced at Shuichi Akai, who was sitting here silently pretending to be an autistic child, and then at Gin next to him.

He asked: “Do you want to read this? I have a few copies at home. I’ll give them to you. It’s free.”

Gin: “…No need.”

He looked inscrutable: “You usually write this at home?”

Jiang Yizhi: “Isn’t the organization allowed to engage in side jobs?”

He took the book next to the gin and flipped through it, “Am I good at writing?”

No one answered.

“Don’t always try to be clever to change the subject, Chi Jiangzhi.” Jin Jiu glanced at the cover of the book lightly, “You know what I want to say.”

“Of course you can have a side business, but the premise is that you do your own job well.”

“Like your writing, you should get my approval at the beginning before you can start. Instead of letting me know at the end.”

“Understood?”

Jin Jiu didn’t draw a gun, and he didn’t do any drastic actions. His tone was flat and calm.

Vodka lowered his head, emptied his mind, and stared at the watermelon in Jiang Yizhi’s hand boredly.

Akai Shuichi pretended to look solemn next to him… while watching the play, he even gave Jiang Yizhi a self-seeking look.

Everyone knows that Gin is not really angry. Needless to say, vodka, Akai Shuichi has seen gin when it is really uncertain.

If you shoot straight up, there will be no chance for you to talk nonsense.

…after all, he was one of the victims who had been shot, and no one knew how to be shot better than him.

Jiang Yizhi thought for half a second, then nodded: “Understood, thank you teacher for reminding me, I will tell you first next time, if you agree with me, then I will do it, if you disagree, I will just sit there.”

He changed his posture lazily and took a bite of the watermelon: “This time it was an accident, please listen to my explanation, teacher. Really, I wrote it out of boredom, and I didn’t expect it to be published. I’m so talented.”

Gin: “…” He took a deep breath, “Are you busy?”

Jiang Yizhi was silent for a while, then pointed to his unwarranted dark circles: “Actually, I’m very busy.”

Vodka whispered, “I don’t believe it.”

Gin sneered.

“Extra practice.” He said coldly and ruthlessly, “Writing can be written. But in the future Zhuxingda will practice whatever content he will train. If there is another time, you will go to the Amazon forest alone for a round trip. .”

Jiang Yizhi: “…”

Gin is gone.

The main purpose of his visit this time was to further examine Shuichi Akai, and seeing Jiang Yizhi was an incidental one.

When leaving, Jiang Yizhi let the vodka carry half a watermelon on his back.

– He cut too much watermelon, and he couldn’t finish it all by himself.

And it looks like I really want to eat vodka.

·

“It’s gone.”

Jiang Yizhi watched the gin and vodka walk away one after another, until the shadow of the person disappeared, then turned his head and knocked on the chair casually, “We’ve finished the watermelon.”

“I’ll eat it later.” Akai Shuichi looked at the book “Your Name” that gin never touched at all, “I really don’t understand, why do you want to write this type of book?”

A month has passed, as long as both parties are not autistic children and get along day and night, everyone is familiar with each other, so Akai Shuichi speaks more casually than before.

“It’s quick to write.” Jiang Yizhi explained while lying down, “This kind of text is best to write. For example, I want to cook, but some meals are difficult to cook, such as reasoning essays. You have to think about the recipe slowly. Once the seasoning package is ready, you can just throw a dish and cook it, which one do you choose?”

Akai Shuichi: “I can’t cook.”

Jiang Yizhi: “…Well, actually I don’t know much either.”

After thinking about it, I felt it was wrong. Akai Shuichi has Miyano Akemi to cook, what does he have?

Is there a system that is cute?

Well, the problem of cooking should be left to Xiaolan and Toru Amuro.

“I’ll learn to cook later.” Akai Shuichi thought about it and said, “I don’t have time now.”

“So where did you get the time to write the book?” Akai Shuichi couldn’t help but ask again, “Aren’t the tasks usually full?”

“Don’t doubt, you’re the only one who is like this.” Jiang Yizhi grabbed a spoon and dug a mouthful of watermelon flesh, “Before I met you, I was free.”

Akai Shuichi questioned: “Didn’t you go to school?”

Jiang Yizhi raised his head in surprise: “You can skip classes in college, and you can ask someone to write your homework on your behalf. No way, you’re so old that you don’t know it, right?”

“…” As a righteous FBI, Shuichi Akai chose not to speak, he changed the subject, “Run 10 kilometers with me in a while.”

“I’m going home to sleep.”

“There is one more task after the run.”

Jiang Yizhi stood up suddenly without saying a word.

“…What do you want to do?”

Jiang Yizhi paused, leaving only a back figure: “Go kill Jinjiu and solve the source of the problem.”

Akai Shuichi: “…”