Look at the stars.
It’s already late and it’s time to go back.
But is it really late? Maybe "late" is an illusion.
It must be that. I forgot to open my eyes. Maybe it’s still daytime, but it’s too late to see the light with my eyes closed.
"in that case, there’s no hurry."
But isn’t it too late?
Open your eyes, okay? Is it open?
Even with your left eye open, is that still open? You can see it even with one eye, right?
"It’s really late."
The dark night is dotted with twinkling stars.
It’s really late
After all, what should be late?
What’s so troublesome about having dinner, taking a shower and sleeping at night?
If you have a nightmare or something, it will be even more troublesome.
Just don’t be late.
But it doesn’t mean don’t don’t. It’s not a god.
"Ah, ah, I’ll give you twenty cents. Who will help me destroy this troublesome world? ！”
……
Said the world is really cheap.
Chapter one hundred I’m really a teacher
night
The starlight is cool and cool.
There is no one. A little girl walks quietly in the park.
It was a girl who looked about twelve years old, with short pink hair and a small pink skirt with white edges. She looked like a pink and tender girl.
Who is she? What will be here?
No one knows.
There are always many things in the world that cannot be explained clearly.
For example, miss Hua in the toilet
Another example is a "seven nights" creature.
The little girl’s quiet walk on the park road has not caused any change.
Walking is walking.
Suddenly stopped.
Stop moving forward without warning.
A little face looked at the bench with some doubts.
There is a man lying there.
A teenager, to be exact, a teenager who looks around seventeen.
However, there is nothing in a teenager’s body. A teenager should be full of vigor, but a little lifeless.
Or dead?
And he has a white face and no expression. He looks a little scary.
It’s not miss Hua in that toilet, is it?
No, no.
It feels even scarier than Miss Hua.
Is it Miss Hua’s mother?
Not right either.
It’s a man. How can it be a mother?
Shake your head
Lift your feet and walk straight over.
Go to the teenager’s side and stretch out a pink little hand to poke the teenager’s cheek.
"Hello, are you still alive?"
"No, it’s dead."
"really?"
"Ninety-nine percent died with only one breath left."
The teenager said so.
Listen to that tone really have a kind of "strength" feeling.
Is it really dying?
The little girl cocked her head and looked at the teenager.
Well, she didn’t think he was dying. She was just kidding.
Keep talking
"Why are you lying here?"
"waiting for someone"
"Wait for who?"
"wait for a man who destroys the world for twenty cents."
"Twenty cents?"
"A kind of paper money in China"
"oh"