Married life with Bakugo

"A little bit." I nodded sincerely.

Seeing how frank I was, he found it boring instead, and leaned back on the bar and said things like how boring and wanting to commit suicide.

"Young man Dazai, I know what you used to do." Ms. Yazaki went to work on her own affairs. In order to make him not so boring and satisfy my gossip soul, I lowered my voice and said to him.

Boy Dazai raised his head: "Oh?"

"You are actually a ruthless person who often uses knives on people. You are highly skilled and hold the fate of countless lives in your hands—" The more modifiers I use, the colder his expression becomes, "Doctor."

However, when I finished the last word, he bent down and laughed uncontrollably.

"Doctor, hahaha, doctor...Miss Ueno seems difficult to approach, but she is very keen on telling bad jokes." He laughed enough and straightened up.

I saw tears welling up in his eyes from laughing too much.

I thought for a moment about the humor in what I just said, and after thinking about it, I came to the conclusion: Boy Dazai was using laughter to cover up his embarrassment.

I whispered to him: "Don't worry, I didn't tell other people this secret." You shouldn't go around talking about being poached. I don't know much about the rules of the workplace, but it's good to be cautious.

"Who did Miss Ueno hear such unreliable rumors from?"

Hey, this kid is still trying to be brave, so I had no choice but to tell him my source: "It's Dr. Sen."

Only then did he get serious: "You mean Mori Ogai?"

I nodded, and look, he reacted differently to my reliable sources.

"Why does Ms. Ueno know Dr. Mori?" Look, look, he himself admitted that he is a doctor.

It's a bit difficult for me to answer this question: "I met Dr. Sen when I went to the hospital to see a doctor."

"Miss Ueno, the most taboo thing to do when lying is to look into my eyes."

"Okay, I confess, I met Dr. Sen on a blind date." This sentence is more like a lie than the previous one.

"Blind date?" He blinked, guessing that his mental activity was not much different from mine, "So, are you dating now?"

Why does it feel like mischievous flames are burning in his eyes?

"No, we didn't make it. Dr. Sen doesn't like me."

Boy Dazai was a little regretful, but he showed an expression of "as expected".

Hmph, Dr. Sen doesn't like me, someone else likes me.

At noon, I went to deliver food, because it was not far from the store, so I didn’t ride a bike, but walked to deliver it. The food was ordered by an old lady who had many cats at home.

When I was about to leave, a milk cat rubbed against my legs for a while, and then collapsed, revealing its soft belly, begging for petting.

How could there be such a frenzied touch of porcelain!I squatted down bitterly and decided to punish this ignorant little guy, and started to rua its belly.

Fortunately, I am a rational and mature woman, and I stopped my movements after only rua for 10 minutes, no matter how coquettish it was, I would not be moved.

The old grandma asked me to come and play more in the future. He said that milky liked me very much, that is, the milk cat, and he also said that he would introduce me to beautiful girls.

"No, no, grandma, I still like boys."

A wise light flashed in her eyes, and she adjusted her reading glasses: "Then let me introduce you to a cute boy, don't be embarrassed, I'm still very open-minded, young man."

I:……

After chatting with my grandmother for a few minutes, I was walking back to the cafe with the small bag given to me by the store manager. I didn’t go far when I heard the sound of a locomotive starting from behind. I moved to the side of the road so that others could pass by. Unexpectedly, the people on the locomotive jumped down and snatched the small bag I was carrying.

How can this work!It contained the money the store manager gave me!

So I started a tug-of-war with the robber. He was not as tall as me, and he was quite strong. I gritted my teeth, grabbed the bag and threw it on top of his head.He immediately turned his head to pick it up, and I tactfully rode on his motorcycle and ran away.

"This unlucky boy is not very proficient in business. If he has accomplices, one of them escapes by bicycle and the other is responsible for stealing money, then I really have nothing to do with it." I saw him waving his bag and chasing after me, thought sympathetically.

The performance of this car is very good. The shape and color of the car are very attractive. It is not a bargain at first glance. It will definitely be worth the money the store manager gave me.

I was thinking about where to go to make this deal, and I saw a group of people riding a windmill not far away.

Maybe it would pay off to ask them, I picked up speed to catch up with them, and before I could strike up a conversation, I found myself following them to the field of the "[-]th Motocross Championship".

Me: ...the playing field?excuse me.

Without further ado, I was riding a motorcycle and wanted to return, but a woman with a passport hanging around her neck and a visor on her head with a fierce expression stopped me: "What are you doing? The race is about to start, go to the track to prepare .”

"but I……"

"This is your number," she directly stuck the number on the head of the locomotive, "Don't ride around in the field and cause trouble to others, you know?"

"...Got it." I lazily returned to the track she had mentioned.

So fierce QAQ, she looks like my dean in high school, she dare not resist at all.

I didn't know how to prepare. Everyone around me was wearing professional racing clothes and hard hats that matched the color of the clothes. I was the only one who looked out of place in the suit.

Not to mention that, after a while, another female reporter came to interview the contestants.

Me: help!

Pretending to be checking the car's equipment, I squatted and looked at the strange parts of the car, but I would actually check a fart.

However, the sweet voice of a female reporter still sounded behind her: "Now let's interview contestant No. 6."

Okay, the microphone is in front of me, and the camera is pointed at me.

"I'm actually just a..." delivery guy.

"Okay, contestant No. 6 said that he is quite confident in this competition. Even if the equipment is not as professional as other contestants, it should be no problem to win the top three."

I ain't I don't!Miss reporter, don't talk nonsense, the people around are already looking at me with bad eyes!

"Is there anything else you want to say to the audience in front of the TV?"

"I……"

"Contestant No. 6 said that he hopes everyone in front of the TV can cheer him on and see how he easily won the championship." The reporter went on talking nonsense, your professionalism is really not good. Was fired?

I was still in the top three before, but now I am the champion again, so I gave up communicating with the reporter.

The race started, and I saw one car after another passing by me quickly, and some excessive players made obscene gestures at me, but my heart stopped.

They all ride fast, I'm different, I don't know how to ride tricks and I expect to trade this bike for money, it would be a pity if it broke in the race.

So I implemented my "sunset red old-fashioned cycling method" and walked steadily on the dirt road.

the other side.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also upset because he lost his motorcycle. He just parked the car outside to buy some cigarettes and disappeared.

After searching for a long time to no avail, he had to go back to the store he frequented to buy a new one in a fit of rage, but accidentally saw the live broadcast of the "Eighth Motocross Championship" on the small LCD TV in the store.

Ueno Nana, who gave him baguettes that day, rode his baby motorcycle on the track at a turtle speed with a cold face, and steadily maintained the last place.

In the noisy atmosphere and the provocations of many contestants, she seemed very indifferent, and the expensive motorcycle was just being ridden by her as a vegetable tricycle.

Chuya: ...Why is it a little bit funny.