Hajime Anze was awakened by a sudden chill.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He carefully listened to the sounds around him and tried to suppress the sound of his breathing.

Hmm, there didn't seem to be any other sounds.

However, Hajime Anze still carefully climbed out of his warm bed and carefully looked at the door and windows. Yes, they were all closed and unopened. He could only hear the sound of the wind in the night.

He could finally let go of the breath he had been holding in his throat.

Hajime Anze carefully closed the window and turned around to go back to sleep, but …

When he turned around, he saw a ghost face!

"Ghost!!!"

The world spun, and An Zeyi's body was thrown heavily on the bed. He felt a chill on his neck, and a heavy body pressed on him. An Zeyi swallowed his saliva, and his gaze followed the corner of his eyes to see the cold blade against his neck. He tried to suppress the fear and uneasiness in his heart, and tried to calm his voice as much as possible. "This, this hero, what's the matter in the middle of the night?"

"You …" The other party's voice was hesitant and uncertain. However, Hajime Anze's intuition told him that the other party was very young. "Are you Katō Haru?"

Could … could it be a fan?

Hajime Anze was shocked. He boasted that he was a famous author in ancient times. However, were the fans in ancient times so passionate that they would rush him to update his novel in the middle of the night?

He instantly felt that the readers in modern times who only knew how to threaten people to send him blades through the internet were really weak compared to this guy who chased him all the way to his house!

However, it was good that he was weak. Now, Hajime Anze was afraid that this guy wouldn't be able to hold the blade steadily and would cut him.

"I am.

Wait, wait, wait. "Just as he admitted, the other party's hand touched his shoulder and face. Hajime Anze's heart instantly collapsed." Hero, please have some self-respect. Being alone in the middle of the night will affect your reputation … "

Even if I'm a homo in the underworld, I won't have sex with anyone so casually!

Even if you don't care about sex, I'm still afraid of getting sick!

"What nonsense are you talking about, little brat?

Do you believe that I won't kill you? "

The masked man looked like he was in the terminal stage of irritable disorder. He spoke fiercely, "Let me ask you, how old are you this year?"

"Sixteen."

He wasn't lying.

He thought that even though the innocent and harmless look on his face made him look younger, the age of his bones couldn't lie.

His bone age was only around sixteen years old, definitely not older than eighteen.

However, it was because he wasn't lying that the truth was unbelievable.

The young man under him was very good-looking. (In the previous novel, Hajime's appearance in the anime.. the appearance in the novel...... and so in the 2D world....... in the 2D...... in the 2D world, 3D, in 3D...... to the 2D world 2D.

But in the 3D world, he was the school hunk. He looked like his mother, and his mother was a beautiful woman. In other words, Hajime Anze was a boy who looked like a girl.

Even if he was only sixteen years old, his appearance hadn't fully grown, and he still had a bit of baby fat on his face, it was obvious that he would be a beauty that would attract both men and women in the future.

In the eyes of a person with rich social experience like him, even the top hostess of a brothel might not have the outstanding appearance and noble temperament of this young man.

This little brat was Katō Haru?

Katō Haru, a writer who appeared out of nowhere two years ago. He specialized in writing about love and hate between men and women, as well as the joys and sorrows of separation.

The words were gorgeous and touching, and the story was novel and eye-catching.

He originally thought that Katō Haru was an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, or a woman who stayed in the boudoir. In the end, the person in front of him was actually a little brat who was still wet behind the ears?

In other words, two years ago, Katō Haru was only fourteen years old?

How could a fourteen year old brat write such a sentimental and touching novel?

"Brat, tell me honestly, did you plagiarize someone else's novel?"

Hajime Anze: You f * cking retard.

"Plagiarize?"

This concerned his dignity. Hajime Anze absolutely couldn't stand for the novel that he had painstakingly written to be slandered. "Who did I plagiarize?"

"Slander!

That's blatant slander! "

Instantly, Hajime Anze's eyes were filled with suspicion. At the same time, he secretly imagined the plot of the ten-thousand-word novel. "Don't tell me you're sent by someone who's jealous of my talent to ruin my reputation?"

Looking at the young man's pair of eyes that were still clear and bright even in the dark night, and most importantly, were filled with the words "you shameless beast" written in them, Brother Mask tried to hold himself back, but he failed and slapped An Zeyi's ear.

"Crack."

The bed, the bed board broke!

Hajime Anze was terrified.

It wasn't that he was terrified, it was that the other party was too terrifying!

Hajime Anze felt that his small body wouldn't be able to withstand a slap from the other party!

"Very good."

The other party's voice was calm, very calm. It was the calm before the storm. Hajime Anze's back was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. It stuck to his back and sent a chill down his spine, "So, you wrote 'Red Spider Lily', didn't you?"

"Yes."

"You also wrote 'If Only We Met at First Time', didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Crack."

This time, it wasn't the bed board that broke. Instead, it was the knife that the other party was holding against his neck that pierced through his bedding and went straight through the bed board.

Tsk, poor bed-man. Once again, he was harmed by the forces of evil.

I'm too weak to avenge you.

"Because …" The voice above him turned sinister, "Because of your novel, my sister cried!"

"She cried so sadly!"

It was a common concept in the pugilistic world. The girls in the Thousand Flower Valley were gentle and beautiful, while the girls in the Heavenly Plan Residence were handsome and valiant. The girls in the Tangmen were mostly heroic, capable, and fierce. Most of them were like his cousin Tang Shuyan, who was slightly older than him.

Of course, there were also weirdos like Tang Ziyi, who was arrogant and willful. She thought that her beauty was unparalleled, but in reality, she was an idiot.

Therefore, compared to the tough Tangmen Sis Cannon, his cousin, the second daughter of the Tangmen, Tang Xiaowan, was really a delicate girl who made people want to hold her in the palm of their hands.

Xiao Wan was weak and sickly since she was young. Therefore, she didn't practice martial arts and her body was even weaker.

However, she was gentle and naive, obedient and sensible, gentle and kind.

He had always had a bad reputation in the Tangmen, but he wasn't ashamed of it. He was even more unscrupulous and evil. Moreover, the education he received from the Tangmen made him even more cruel and ruthless.

However, the gentleness in his heart was given to his family, to his most beloved sister, Tang Xiaowan.

But!

But!

But!

Xiao Wan actually cried!

She cried for an entire month!

She was so sad that he almost suspected that someone in the family had passed away!

Reality proved that the men in the Tangmen were still alive and strong, while the girls in the Tangmen were still strong and fierce. No one was hurt.

Oh, you can't say that. Looking at Tang Ziyi and Xiao Wan each holding a book and telling their great-grandmother (the old lady in the Tangmen) the story in the book, they even made her sigh and her eyes fill with tears!

Seeing the reactions of the uncles, many of the aunties in the backyard also sobbed when they saw it. They were sad for the feelings in the book and lamented that it was too short.

All the women in the family were teary-eyed!

For this matter, should he blame Tang Ziyi, who brought the book to Xiao Wan, or blame the ancestor, who felt sorry for Xiao Wan and was curious about the content of the book and ended up crying herself?

Of course, he should blame the author who wrote the book!

Before he came, he also did some homework. Katō Haru's novels were always published in two parts. The first part was always sweet. Whether it was the interaction between a man and a woman or the psychological description, it was so sweet that it made people think of their happiness when they were in love (although he had never been in love). Then, the second part was so sad that it hurt his liver!

It was sad to begin with. Thinking about the sweetness in the first half, it hurt even more!

Xiao Wan was already feeling melancholy, so how could she not cry?

So …

"You idiot, change the book for me!

It must have a good ending! "

"Also, write more!"