I was so afraid of society that I wore a cosplay

Dazai Osamu stood there boredly for a while, looked at his former student who was still in a daze, and gave him a sideways look, "You're not leaving yet?" How stupid can you be to think about it for a long time without coming up with the result? .

"Mr. Dazai...why are there two?" Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who didn't know that he had been labeled stupid by Dazai Osamu, was still thinking hard about this question.

Could it be that the enemy is pretending?

impossible!

You see, the attitude of the Central Plains cadres is completely normal.

Is that Mr. Dazai's split?

Dazai Osamu didn't bother to answer his question at all. He waved his hand, just said "I'll see you tomorrow" and left.

!

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's pupils dilated, and he stared at his back blankly, unable to recover.

Mr. Dazai must be talking to him!

I told him to see you tomorrow! !

Oops, my heart is beating a little too fast. Red quickly appeared on his pale cheeks, and his eyes began to blur.

"Senior!!" A soprano voice broke through his head that was about to smoke.

The blond woman with a bun and a bun came towards him with a clear goal.

"Akutagawa-senpai! Are you okay?" Higuchi Kazuyo rushed over after hearing the news of the accident at the port. When he saw the motionless Akutagawa Ryunosuke, his blood rushed to his brain.

"Senior!" The capable blond woman picked up the suddenly fallen boss and began to check the body skillfully, but found that she was just... so excited that she passed out.

……

"Is he really okay?" Nakahara Chuuya tilted his head and looked at Megumi Fujiwara, who was knocked unconscious, with a slightly confused look on his face.

The young man was lying flat on the sofa, breathing naturally and looking peaceful, with no trace of his previous trembling and fearful appearance.

"It's okay, just tell him to take a nap." Qianji Kazumi came over with a towel, gently placed it on Nakahara Chuuya's face, and wiped him slowly.

"What are you doing?" The warm towel was pressed against his face, and Nakahara Chuuya subconsciously tilted his head back.

"Don't move." Slender fingers pressed his head, and the fingertips were slightly cold. Zhongyuan Zhongya had no choice but to keep his head raised and not move.

He was indeed a little dirty after his rampage.

Qianji Kazumi almost held him in her arms and wiped his face. She restrained her excited thoughts of hugging the male god again and cleaned his face very carefully.

The towel wiped his eyelids, and Nakahara Zhongya, who consciously closed his eyes, couldn't help but his eyelashes trembled slightly. Thinking that he was not used to it, Chiki Kazumi wanted to divert his attention and asked casually: "Chuuya, do you like Dazai Osamu?"

Zhongyuan Zhongya:? ? ?

What the hell is this?

However, he also came out of the weird thought that fellow Dazai Osamu was wiping his face, and retorted without thinking: "What nonsense are you talking about? I hate him the most."

"Oh, the most annoying thing." The voice was a little soft, with a little smile. Zhongyuan Zhongya always felt that what she said was the most annoying thing was completely different from what he said.

To prove it, he emphasized, "Yes, he also hates me very much." They are enemies who dislike each other, will mock each other when they meet, and will start fighting after just three sentences!

"Is that so..." The action of wiping his face stopped, and Zhongyuan Zhongya opened his eyes to look, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Without him.

Just because that smile is so dazzling.

It was also because that smile did not belong to Osamu Dazai.

"I want to kiss you, is that okay?" She said, bending down and moving her head closer and closer, so close that it seemed like she was about to kiss you in the next second.

Buzz - 'The master is calling, answer the phone quickly! ’

Nakahara Chuuya's cell phone suddenly rang, and the harsh synthetic mechanical sound made the two of them look at each other.

Qianji Kazumi stood up straight and said, "Take it."

For the first time, Zhongyuan Zhongya took out his mobile phone in a dazed state and pressed answer.

"Hi~Chuuya~" The first voice that popped out was Osamu Dazai's voice that needed a beating.

Zhongyuan Zhongya's first thought was, didn't I block him? How did he get in?

Taking a closer look, he didn't recognize the phone number that came in. It was a complete stranger.

"Why doesn't the slug speak? Is it dead?"

"I discovered something..."

Zhongyuan Zhongya hung up the phone directly, then set it to shut down and throw the phone away in one go.

Don't even listen to what he's going to say next, it's not a good thing anyway.

Then he looked up at Qianji Kazumi, "You said you want to kiss me?"

The orange-haired officer didn't seem to take it seriously, and Chiki Kazumi, who didn't intend to have a real kiss, became interested. She stretched out her hand to hold his shoulders, lifted the orange hair next to his earlobe, and said with a low smile: "Yes, Chuuya is willing." Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Okay." He grabbed the collar of the other party's windbreaker. The other party lowered his head in response, and Zhongyuan Zhongya kissed him.

People with discerning eyes don't need to speak, since Osamu Dazai dares to listen.

That would disgust him to death!