I Cultivated Too Long and Got Isekai'd Into a Game - Chapter 92: Compounding Timer

Yuyoshi Orikasa, who got up one day to become a real sake in a winery, had an unknown app on his phone, and then he learned that his world was a manga world.
Looking at the ending of the manga, Orikasa Yuyoshi fell into contemplation, and his own ending as a member of the organization didn’t seem to be much better.
So he tried to rewrite the ending.
But why do things seem to go further and further?
He squatted in front of a famous pupil with glasses who didn’t grow taller for more than 20 years, shouting the other party’s name and trying to intimidate: worker…
The primary school student was stunned for a moment: “The teacher doesn’t call me by my real name outside. If it is discovered by suspicious people, it will be dangerous.”
As a suspicious person, Yuyoshi Orikasa…
He stood in front of Mr. Bai Yueguang of the explosion group, and blew himself up with a blank face: “I’m not a good person.”
The officer in sunglasses rubbed his head, and the middle-length-haired youth gave him a carton of milk.
Yuyoshi Orikasa, who is really not a good person…
He found Mr. Undercover, “Scotland, I am…”
The cat-eyed youth smiled and said, “Can I have a sandwich for breakfast?”
Orikasa Yuyoshi…I’m a member of the organization. Is it appropriate for you to be so friendly to me as an undercover police officer?
Finally, he opened the mobile APP, and the audience with God’s perspective will not admit it wrong, right?
However, everyone in the comment area:
[Why did Orikasa get pulled out and choose one of three? Is he Tiehongfang? 】
[He is the man who saved the police academy team, absolutely red. 】
Orikasa Yuyoshi fell into contemplation…
Although I added 100 million points of water later, I am really a wine, the kind that Gen Wai Miao Hei grew up in a winery, why don’t you believe it?
Demining:
1. The protagonist’s real wine, but later mixed with water and deteriorated
2, the writing is white, the logic is useless

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