disqualified hero

Half a year ago, Xiao Zhuangsu was just a little-known editor at Asahi Bunko. He had only joined the job for a year, and he didn’t even have the qualifications to be taken to meet the author by the seniors. He was still in charge of literary works, the threshold of the hero novel department None touched.

Frankly speaking, even as an editor, he is the worst and most hopeless type of person. Last year's literary awards were almost awarded to heroic novels. Sure enough, literature has come to an end, right?

When he was struggling to find a lifeline for his career, Xiao Zhuang quickly signed a young author about 15 years old. He must say that he signed with this person at the beginning, but because of his good literary quality and long-term He is handsome enough, and has a unique charm that can attract women regardless of age—even literary works have to be sold for money, and the content is not enough for the author's appearance to make up for it. Osamu Dazai's appearance is enough to print without packaging.

Unexpectedly, this boy is simply a treasure!The work was born out of nowhere, the award was soft, and the content was closely related to the facts. The serial specimen case of teenagers half a year ago still lingers in people's memory. Anyway, "In the Name of Love" was born, which is really amazing. There was a wave of literary enthusiasm, and the number of releases also hit a new high in several years.

At this time, Osamu Dazai submitted several short stories, and announced that his pen name was "Yandao Zhonger".

Yandao Zhonger is a cult writer who has had a great reputation in recent years, and is considered to be "the last literary figure in the heroic age".

Of course, Asahi Bunko would not let go of this opportunity, and immediately contacted "Literature Fukan" to publish a joint collection of short stories, taking advantage of the aftermath of "In the Name of Love" to hit the shelves.

Xiao Zhuang quickly carried his briefcase, took the Shinkansen for half an hour to Shizuoka, and squatted in front of Dazai's house for most of the day.

"Ahhh, is it Mr. Xiaozhuang?" He opened the door slowly, "Mr. Xiaozhuang, I hate you, I'm not the serial author of Jump, and I'm not a heroic novel with a lot of unclear world lines. You squatting at the door of the room like this will make me suspect that you are here to rush the death line, I am the most vulnerable person, if I am too nervous, I will release pigeons."

Xiao Zhuangsu: "..."

[It looks super invincible and difficult to deal with, Dazai-sensei, did you really pretend to be polite last time? ]

Osamu Dazai is the most trump card author in Xiao Zhuangsu's hands. Even though he is more than ten years older than Dazai, his attitude is still very humble: "You are joking, Mr. Dazai, this time I am here to talk about the publication of a new book."

"Hey, is there a new book?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head, and put his finger on the corner of his mouth pretending to be cute like a high school girl, "Then come in first."

Xiao Zhuang took off his shoes at the entrance and entered the door. Even the editor was curious. He took advantage of Dazai leading the way and looked around from the corner of his eye.

[What will Mr. Dazai's room look like? ]

[Would it be the same as the old school writers, with books everywhere, futons on the ground, maybe there is a fireplace, and cats should be able to raise them?It feels like young writers love cats. ]

[Speaking of which, the house is so quiet, where are the teacher's parents? ]

Walking further inside, and seeing the whole picture of the room clearly, Editor Xiao Zhuang was speechless. He felt bewildered from the bottom of his heart, or there was still a trace of fear.

First of all, Dazai's residence is not a single apartment, or even a residence for a family of three. He almost lives in the most luxurious apartment building in Shizuoka City. There is only one household on the first floor, and the area is beyond Xiaozhuang's imagination. of.

Secondly, there are only two colors in the room, either black or white, and there are very few grays mixed in the middle. What kind of mentality is it to arrange the house like this, living in it, not only will you not feel the joy of life, but you will be very scared, right?

Pure color can bring spiritual oppression.

"Sit down." Dazai took him to the living room, "Chachacha, I don't have tea here, which one do you want, coffee or wine?"

[liquor?Is it the wine in my understanding?Mr. Dazai, you are only 15 years old!But for writers, drinking alcohol is also normal, it is said that alcohol can bring inspiration. ]

He said restrainedly: "Coffee, thank you."

Steaming coffee is rippling in a high-heeled wine glass made of glass. It is not good coffee, but instant coffee is brewed by heating water. In fact, Osamu Dazai has a coffee machine at home, but he is too lazy. In those few days, I fiddled with it a few times with great interest, and then it was completely wasted and turned into an exquisite decoration.

The high-heeled wine glass was pushed in front of Editor Xiaozhuang, and he took a mug for himself. As for the contents of the liquid inside, Xiaozhuang didn't want to know.

The two chatted for a while about publishing issues. The main reason was that Xiao Zhuang said that the editorial department was promoting the typesetting plan. Dazai listened with a smile, but occasionally put in a few sentences. As an author, he didn't care much about the details. , Such an author undoubtedly reassures the editor.With the cooperation of Dazai, the two quickly completed the handover. When the mood is relaxed, people will talk more. Editor Xiaozhuang asked while sorting out the files: "What happened to the bandage on Teacher Dazai's neck?" thing?"

Not only on his neck, but also on his right wrist. Xiao Zhuang quickly speculated that the Dazai who could write "In the Name of Love" at the age of 15 was definitely not a middle school student who was full of delusions. Since wearing a bandage should be Really hurt.The author was injured, and the editor had to care about a few sentences.

"The scar on my neck was accidentally strangled when I hanged myself." He said with a smile, "The quality of the tie issued by the school is really bad. It broke halfway through the hanging, and you can almost see it. It's Santuchuan."

Xiao Zhuangsu: "..."

"Then, the right wrist?"

"Ah, this is when I was experimenting with a new method of suicide, referred to as the method of being smashed to death against a bluestone wall, and I was bitten by a wild dog that suddenly jumped out from the side of the road."

"The elbow of the left hand?"

"When I entered the water, I accidentally bumped into a stone brick at the bottom of the water. Not only was it broken, but the bone was also impacted. It has only recently been used as before."

"Dazai-sensei, are you joking?"

"No, I swear every word is true."

Xiaozhuang quickly fell into silence, God knows what he was thinking about, and Osamu Dazai didn't care, he stirred the wine with a small coffee spoon, that move was not only ridiculous, but even a little elegant.

"Teacher Dazai!" He suddenly let out a loud roar, and Dazai was also taken aback, his eyes were very round, like Q bomb beads.

"Yes?"

"Please take care of yourself, Mr. Dazai!" Xiao Zhuang frowned, "I know that writers in the old era often committed suicide because they were bored with life, and the society's evaluation of Mr. Dazai is the closest to the old A modern author of the era." He said, "It is understandable to occasionally be curious about death, but Mr. Dazai, you are too young, please don't treat the precious and hard-won life like this."

"Considering Mr. Dazai's physical and mental health problems, I may disturb you often, please Mr. Dazai Haihan." He lowered his head, and suddenly changed from a tough guy in the society to an old woman.

Osamu Dazai: ==

[Well, it turns out that editor Xiaozhuang is a hot-blooded editor like a comic?I can't see it at all. ]

……

After the initial interview, Dazai and Xiaozhuang established a closer relationship than ordinary authors and editors. Xiaozhuang not only always runs to Shizuoka, but also cares about Dazai's life almost 360 degrees without any dead ends.

When Dazai stepped on the spot and staggered to the door of the Asahi Bunko, he saw a young man pacing in circles walking towards him suddenly and asked, "How did you do in the exam, Mr. Dazai?" Are you sure you can get into the attached high school? Your second choice and third choice are also filled in the same school. If you can’t get in, you can only go to an ordinary national high school. At that time, you shouldn’t have all three choices..."

Dazai waved his soft seaweed arm: "Well, don't worry, Xiaozhuang, I'm a man with a deviation value of 95 episodes and thousands of teachers love him all in one. It's just an entrance exam, so it's easy."

Xiao Zhuang's face was clouded and rainy: "If Mr. Dazai said so, there should be no problem." I really believed it!

Under his leadership, Dazai walked into the editorial department. Even in the era of heroes, Asahi Bunko is a huge giant. They are good at adapting to the trend of the times and actively adjusting changes. More than half of the current hero novel hero formula books are published by Asahi Bunko. Yes, in addition to the exclusive interviews related to heroes, etc., the entire hero industry chain makes countless money, which is enough to support a large and diverse enterprise.

"What's the point of calling me here?" Dazai walked while looking at it. The status of the literature department is much lower than that of the hero novel department. Even the office is on the ground floor that does not enjoy sunlight. Fortunately, the decoration is quite interesting, whether it is The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall or the old bookshelves in the corner of the corridor all have an ancient charm.

"It's not like you really came to me for the promotion of the new book, right?" His voice is not so much cheerful as it is determined, and he can deduce the truth of the incident from the clues without explanation. Dazai's insight makes it easy to write detective novels.

"Don't talk, don't talk, let me guess first." He interrupted Xiao Zhuang's words childishly, and there was no element of showing off in it: "Let me think about it, there must be something wrong with the new book, right?"

"If it's a matter of publicity and promotion, according to Xiaozhuang's personality, you will definitely come to Shizuoka in the name of not delaying your studies, right? So, something must have happened that forced me to be there."

[Who is the old lady!I just care about you! ]

"When I was at the door, I saw a police car, and there were more than one or two. In this era, the only thing that can make the police mobilize and mobilize is the enemy. Think about the content of my new book, if I remember correctly , seems to have added a few crime-related test articles, the content, ah, I remembered, it’s about attacking heroes.”

Xiao Zhuang stopped, and Dazai also stood still after him. His eyes reflected excessive wisdom that did not match the current age, and his amazing insight seemed to be able to separate all people or things that appeared in front of him from Dissect clearly from inside to outside.

"Hey, is that the one, copycat crime?"

Applause came from far and near: "Great reasoning."

Dazai turned his head and saw the hero wearing the goggles, those wings were really eye-catching.

"I'm Hawkes." He said, "This name should be familiar to you. We may get along well in the next few days, Mr. Writer."

"Ah." Osamu Dazai looked at Hawks, and laughed out of joy. At first it was only once or twice, and finally the laughter became more and more rapid, and the laughter became more and more rapid, and a little air sound leaked from his throat.

He laughed so that Hawks was puzzled: "Is there any problem?"

Dazai said: "Ah, hahaha, it's all right, it's nothing serious." He straightened his crumpled school uniform and said, "It's just that I suddenly thought that Hawks' nickname is 'man who is too fast', right? ?”

Hawks: "Exactly."

Osamu Dazai said with a pun: "What kind of man is willing to bear such a delicate title on his head?"

[...]

[Ahhhhhhh, what are you talking about, Mr. Dazai! ! ! ]

[Don't anger professional heroes! ! ]

Hawkes' face darkened as expected.

[Body: Osamu Dazai]

[Synchronization rate: 79%]