The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

The air became quiet.

Haruka's brows slowly frowned, and her eyes became more confused, as if she felt that Dazai's words were difficult to understand.

She thought about it carefully. Dazai had been very nice to her in the past. Why would she hate him for no reason?

And the word "hate" doesn't sound like a proper way of speaking.

If it really comes to this, Qinghe should take the initiative and kill the other party.

So why did Dazai feel like he wanted to kill him? Haruka didn't understand.

She felt that she had always been very friendly. Was there anything about her attitude and tone that irritated him?

After a long time without hearing a response, Dazai's smile became increasingly faint.

Now that the question has come to this, there is no reason to give up.

He put the photo back into his coat pocket and took a nonchalant step forward: "If you have any hatred, just vent it. Anyway, I've often been splashed with wine by the ladies I've flirted with before."

"Ah... then, do you need me to pour a cup on you too?" Qinghe could only guess.

After all, this kind of inexplicable request is really confusing.

Dazai finally turned his gaze back to Haruka. He had let her vent her anger, so why should she continue pretending?

"Don't you hate me?" Dazai looked into her eyes.

She repeated that over and over again in her dream. Didn't she hate him?

What position does she stand on to hate him? What identity does she use to hate him?

Eyes hardly lie, and he wanted answers.

A gust of wind blew, and the hair fluttered gently.

There was not a trace of resentment in that blue color, and it looked even clearer under the refraction of sunlight.

"I don't hate you." Her answer was just a casual one.

Haruka felt that Dazai was becoming increasingly strange, she didn't have mania, so why did he hate others for no reason?

It was obviously Dazai's own nightmare, so how could he blame her?

They got along well before and didn't have any major conflicts. No matter how you think about it, he wouldn't vilify her so much in his dream, right?

"Dreams are always the opposite." Qinghe said casually to comfort her.

This answer was different from what Dazai had imagined, and his guess seemed to be overturned.

Aren't they very close? Snacks and desserts are her favorites, right?

She didn't seem to mind at all, and that period didn't seem to be a difficult memory for her.

Dazai realized one more thing, her file was sealed even earlier than when he defected.

If I have to say, she was the first one to leave.

The inexplicable emotions in my heart are gradually growing.

Liar, when he mentioned him before, she pretended not to know him.

Dazai calmed himself down and returned to his usual calm demeanor.

He continued to test the waters, "Xiao Qinghe, don't you have anything to say?"

Aren't you curious why a cadre like him would defect?

"Hmm..." Haruka listened carefully. She thought for a moment and suggested, "Then I'll treat Dazai to crabs."

"?" The topic jumped so much that Dazai was confused: "Why?"

"Doesn't Dazai like to eat crab meat?" Haruka was also confused. Did he change his taste?

Well, if he changed, then she could treat him to something else.

Dazai could only think of one reason, so he asked uncertainly, "Dinner invitation... Are you trying to bribe me?"

Was she trying to get him to shut up by offering him a big meal?

Qinghe agreed with him: "Almost."

Seeing Dazai looking depressed, I wonder what non-existent things he has imagined again. I should find something to divert his attention.

Qinghe's eyebrows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I quite like you, please be happy."

He finally got the life he wanted, and he should be happy that he got what he wanted.

Dazai's high-speed brain froze for a moment.

Like? She means...

It seemed that the key question that Dazai had deliberately ignored had to be asked.

He pretended to be casual and watched her expression calmly: "Oh, Xiaoqinghe seems to think highly of me. Did we have a good relationship before?"

Or, what is their relationship?

"It should be considered pretty good. After all, before we were..." Qinghe stretched out the last syllable, giving him enough room for imagination.

Dazai felt that he was a little impulsive. What if he asked about the relationship or the answer was something like lovers?

If they were close in the past, does he still have to take responsibility now? This is worse than being splashed with wine.

Qinghe's eyes scanned his expression and then he laughed.

She completed the second half of the sentence seriously: "We were roommates before."

“…Roommate?” Dazai suspected that she was fooling him by taking advantage of his lack of memory.

Is it really such a simple relationship?

"Because they were monitored as uncontrollable factors."

Qinghe asked him back with reason, "We just happen to be colleagues. We see each other all the time, so it's normal for me to know Dazai's preferences, right?"

"I don't really want to talk about my previous job after I quit. Is there something wrong with that?"

Qinghe thinks that reminiscing about old times with former colleagues is really a niche hobby. Who is actually missing the working days?

Dazai didn't reply, just reorganized the information in his mind.

If she was telling the truth...

At that time, the Hong Kong underworld discovered a dangerous person with unknown superpowers, and with the intention of recruiting her, they handed her over to him for surveillance, which was reasonable.

Because they want to control her, it makes sense that they will live together until they are sure that she is completely submissive.

Going to work and leaving get off work together, there is a lot of overlap in life, and it is inevitable that you will be influenced by each other's living habits, which is reasonable.

And the dreams and the photos...

The logic of the story was already reasonable, and Dazai felt that there was no need to delve further into it.

“…Is that really all?”

Dazai was sure that Haruka was just taking advantage of his lack of memory to trick him.

Qinghe remained calm and insisted on her statement: "Or else?"

“…” Dazai was silent again. He had to admit that Haruka was indeed a tough opponent.

Yamaubakiri, who was watching from afar, noticed that something was wrong. He glanced at Tsurumaru who was fiddling with something at the door and sighed softly.

"Mr. Tsurumaru, I'm sorry."

Tsurumaru, who was suddenly apologized for, looked up blankly: "?"

Yamaubakiri turned around and said to Ichigo Ichijin and Kashuu Kiyomitsu in the store, "The barbecue seasoning last time was changed by Mr. Tsurumaru. It's a perverted spicy one."

“He also replaced the milk in the store with bitter melon juice and coriander juice.”

Fortunately, Hasebe and his friends went to buy milk, otherwise if they had drunk the milk in the store, that would have been another shock.

Tsurumaru's expression turned horrified: "Yamaubakiri, how can you report me now?!"

Even if we settle the score later, this is too late, isn't it?!

Tsurumaru confessed without being asked, and everyone who was busy in the store stopped. They looked at Tsurumaru with a smile, and then there was the sound of swords being unsheathed.

"Tsurumaru, let's have a sparring match." Ichigo Ichizuru was the first to take the brunt of the attack.

This guy who bullied his brother should atone for his sins!

Tsurumaru touched his waist, oh no, the original sword was still in the dormitory.

"Wait, I still have a converter on me, don't mess around."

Unfortunately, Tsurumaru's advice was regarded as quibbling by others.

"Then you can run away from home. We will be ready to welcome Tsurumaru 2.0."

Fortunately, Tsurumaru is faster than other swords, so it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t have a sword in his hand, he can still dodge.

But after the short sword was added, the situation completely turned in a direction unfavorable to Tsurumaru.

"Mr. Tsurumaru, swords should be considerate of each other, and the same goes for pain." Rando Shiro blocked Tsurumaru's retreat.

"There's still a lot of seasoning left from last time, you're welcome, Mr. Tsurumaru."

Tsurumaru couldn't laugh at all. If he was caught, he would be finished. He had to escape.

He rushed out of the encirclement through the gap left by Yamaubakiri, and then ran straight to Haruka: "Master, save me!"

Before Dazai could figure out what to do next, a white figure forcefully intervened.

Tsurumaru hid behind Haruka, trying to hide himself.

"Mr. Tsurumaru is cheating! How can he ask the master for protection!" Fujishiro and others protested.

Tsurumaru didn't feel embarrassed at all. He poked his head out from behind Haruka and said, "Then tell the master to leave me alone."

Haruka looked at Toushirou and the others who were so angry that their eyes were filled with tears, and silently moved aside to reveal Tsurumaru: "Please."

Qinghe will not get involved in their affairs.

Tsurumaru couldn't believe it. He grabbed Haruka's hand and made a final struggle: "Master, am I not your favorite crane?"

"Let's take a break today and enjoy it again tomorrow." Qinghe said perfunctorily.

Dazai looked at her steadily, then slowly looked away.

Seeing that Haruwa didn't help Tsurumaru, the other swords slowly gathered around.

"Mr. Tsurumaru, the grill is ready. Enjoy."

Tsurumaru looked around, seeing no way out.

He covered his pocket and threatened: "I'm really going to run away from home!"

No one paid any attention to Tsurumaru's threats, and the Toushirou and the others rushed towards him, fighting outside the store.

Fortunately, this place is remote and there is a lot of open space outside. Otherwise, with their noise level, they would definitely cause traffic congestion.

Haruka walked around the chaotic scene and approached Dazai who was squeezed away, waiting for his response: "So, do you want to eat?"

Dazai didn't have much appetite, and he didn't want to delve into the past.

A high-level player, saying she likes someone is just like saying good morning, and there is a group of people around her calling her master.

He took two steps back, smiled and waved at Haruwa, "What a shame, I have to get back to work. Kunikida-kun can't leave me alone at all."

"Well, that's good." Qinghe didn't force him and just let him be happy.

Dazai turned and walked away, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

Here it comes again, this inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

He looked back with a sense of realization, and saw Tsurumaru and the others still chasing and playing behind him.

But the person who had just said he wanted to invite him left even faster than him.

"Tsurumaru!"

"Mr. Tsurumaru, watch the road!"

"Mr. Dazai, get out of the way!"

Amidst anxious shouts, Tsurumaru, unable to stop his car, crashed straight into Dazai who was thinking.

The time-space converter that Tsurumaru had been tinkering with for a long time was activated by this collision.

After a soft white light, a compass fell to the ground.