I was so afraid of society that I wore a cosplay

After kicking the last person who was paralyzed on the ground like dead mud, Zhongyuan Zhongya made a phone call and ordered his men to deal with the aftermath.

He turned his head, took back his phone, stepped over the corpse, and went to find the willful bastard leader.

Soon, three minutes after Zhongyuan Zhongya left, the blood stains, corpses, and even traces of the battle were all cleaned up.

The leather shoes made a clicking sound on the floor. After asking which private room he was in, Nakahara Zhongya simply stopped knocking and opened the door. The three people in the room all turned their attention to him.

"Aren't you going to sing? Why are you silent?" The sapphire blue suit was very slim, but it may have been due to the fight. At this time, the trouser legs were pulled up a little, revealing a small section of white ankles. The calm-looking cadre asked the three people Raise doubts.

Kazumi was the first to respond, "I'll wait for you if I sing. Dazai and I drank a little first."

Nakahara Chuya came in and closed the door. He raised his eyebrows when he heard this, sat next to Fujiwara Megumi, opened a bottle of wine for himself, and then said slowly: "Don't worry about me, you can play if you want."

It is a holiday for the willful leader to relax and relax.

Lest he die suddenly in Hong Kong one day.

The leader Zai didn't appreciate it and said in a calm tone: "Zhongya doesn't drink well, so it's better to drink less."

Zhongyuan Zhongya poured the wine for a moment, his expression changed again and again, and finally he said lightly: "Yes, for someone, I haven't drank for a long time."

It was because of his poor drinking capacity that after the leader came to power, in order to avoid trouble, he started drinking a little and stopped drinking at the end. He had already forgotten the last time he drank.

Megumi Fujiwara was the closest to him and could hear the desire in his words. After thinking about it, she stood up and went to get the fruit beer on the table. The position was a bit far away from her. She had to use her short, short hands to hold it several times before grabbing it.

"Zhongya, drink this." She pushed the fruit beer in front of Zhongyuan Zhongya, feeling a little happy.

The alcohol content in it is not high, and it tastes a bit sour and sweet, so it is suitable for people who are not good at drinking alcohol.

Zhongyuan Zhongya's eyes were subtle. Of course he knew what this was.

only……

This is something only children would drink!

Fujiwara Megumi, who is currently only ten years old and still drinking juice, is a real child:?

Kazumi quickly smoothed things over.

"Since everyone is out singing, it is also appropriate to drink."

"Dazai is here too, it's okay."

"Commander Chuuya, I respect you. Dazai has been troublesome for you these past few years." Good guy, these words sound just like the elder Dazai Osamu.

It's so awkward and ridiculous.

The leader, Zai, still looked lifeless, his handsome face indifferent. Zhongyuan Zhongya raised his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows and eyes slightly, picked up the wine and smiled at him, "You're right."

Osamu Dazai couldn't show off his power in that position, he had been bullying him, and he hadn't killed him yet, which was enough to show that Chuuya Nakahara had a good nature.

Tolerant enough.

He raised his head and drank neatly, and Kazumi followed suit when he saw this.

Phew, the atmosphere seems less awkward.

Fujiwara Kei secretly moved her butt to the side twice.

She is not needed in this kind of scene, not to mention that no one cares about her.

But the next scene made her numb.

It can be called a chaotic dance of demons.

Things started when Nakahara Chuuya and Kazumi were drinking. The two seemed to be drunk and began to fight over their drinking power. The leader, Zai, frowned several times and stood aside, quietly treating him as a handsome man.

At some point, the two of them, one next to Dazai Osamu and one next to Fujiwara Megumi, came together.

Zhongyuan Zhongya complains about the bastard leader who doesn't do good things all day long and wants to beat people.

Kazumi drank with blank eyes, echoed a couple of um um ah ah and then started to shed tears.

He was drinking and flowing, as if he was having an emotional breakdown. The leader, Zai, was frightened and asked him to stop drinking.

Zhongyuan Zhongya suddenly became furious. He stared at the person with red cheeks, jumped up and kicked the table.

"Who are you asking not to drink...I'm telling you, Dazai, I have to drink today!"

Kazumi also stood up unsteadily, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, "Dazai?"

He was at a loss and seemed to be looking for someone. As soon as the leader, Zai, put a hand on him to help him stand still, he was pulled over by him, his tone choked with sobs.

"Dazai...Daddy's great son..."

The leader, Zai, froze, expressionless.

"Hiccup." Zhongyuan Zhongya burped next to him, waving his hands wildly, "Come and drink! I'm not drunk! Keep going!"

"Drinking...um...what are you doing today...singing..." The red-haired man thought of something, suddenly pushed away the person in his arms, and looked around for a microphone.

Megumi Fujiwara handed it over in time.

The other party took a deep breath:

"Dead!! Everyone needs love!!!"

“It’s not enjoyable if it’s not full and vivid!!”

……

It doesn't fit any song in Japan. Kazumi sang it so heartbreakingly that she burst into tears.

Zhongyuan Zhongya didn't understand, and he didn't want to hear it, so he snatched the microphone from Hemei's hand who was singing in high spirits.

He said "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" in a very long voice before he said it.

The messy lyrics started to come together.

Indirect words to curse someone.

Kazumi cried and wanted to find his sweetheart, but his sweetheart just wanted to be quiet at the moment and didn't want to pay attention to him.