After memorizing the book, I am super strong

What pierced the eardrums in an instant was a series of weird crackling sounds. Before Xie Gongxuan could judge the direction of the sound, Osamu Dazai stood up in a panic.

"Oh, the kitchen at home exploded - it seems that there is really no way to entertain guests."

Dazai, exaggerated tone, expressly seeing off guests, Zhi turned sideways solicitously when he was talking, and when he winked coquettishly at her, Xie Gongxuan inexplicably reminded Xie Gongxuan of the wonderful scene of elementary school students asking their teacher for a small report.

"Exploded? It's so terrifying." She patted the table in unison, pretending not to notice that it seemed to be the sound of a balloon bursting. "It seems that the conversation has to be terminated."

"..."

Zhan He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"Goodbye." Xie Gongxuan also stood up. When the corner of her robe collided with the table lightly, she ended a short pause, "...By the way, be careful Wu...well, be careful of your little brother."

Wu He, who followed Zhan and flaunted his power before, and then danced on his side of the wall, truly showing the "rabble" style of a group of people with one person-of course, this is not a reason to be careful-

As for the reason, just take it as intuition.

When that person walked by me... I always felt an inexplicable, hostile and dangerous illusion.

It's not Wu He to her, but her to Wu He.

A brief moment of silence spread in the room, and the pause time stretched out to a very long second, but it still reached its end when the second hand moved one frame.

"Understood." ——This is Zhan He's answer before leaving.

……

Winter flicked its unfrozen tail, but Haruhi dared not go forward.The cool breeze accompanied by the swirling leaves unveiled the veil of February that often comes and goes but is still mysterious—it’s a very suitable time for lying at home to rest and going out to play——

However, Xie Gongxuan had to give up her idea of ​​trying to extend the vacation under the life-threatening series of calls from the head teacher, and returned to school again. The time to do things passed quickly, just like a dragging progress bar. From 07: The bell at 30 rang until the bell at 04:30 in the afternoon.

Although the tense and exciting atmosphere made the hands of the school’s brick-red clock tower feel urgent, and every movement seemed to be infinitely approaching a fate-determining node—there was a small excitement in the whole class that could not be controlled , accompanied by soft whispers, echoing in the enclosed space on all sides.

It will be a hundred days soon.

Xie Gongxuan glanced at the time boredly. Although there was still an hour left, the atmosphere in the classroom gave her the illusion that the music from the playground had already started——

And Osamu Dazai—this 'student' who was almost abandoned by the teacher, successfully extended her vacation—looking at the empty seat next to her, and the desk belly without a few books—she felt inexplicably that this The appearance of people, suddenly, like a dream, seems to return to the original point in the blink of an eye.

So what is he doing?

……

Facing a square piece of paper cut out on a table, Osamu Dazai had just completed the process of writing frequently used pseudonyms on it with a black ink pen—as for the purpose, it was probably to have a normal conversation with a cat that couldn’t speak.

"Yeah, it's exactly what you imagined." Osamu Dazai tapped the table solemnly, but with a deceitful smile, "The great will of fate brought you here, so you must cherish it." Time to live~"

Zhong Yuanzhong also almost smashed the piece of paper written "ki" by his subordinates with his paw on the spot.

He said that if he wanted to talk to it, it would be better to exchange information - so he made a bunch of inexplicable papers with great interest - in the end, Osamu Dazai didn't answer any of his questions properly.

Zhong Yemiao nodded angrily towards the table, and quickly connected several characters into the meaning it wanted to express——

"If you don't answer well, I will scratch you to death—"

If it looks fierce.

Osamu Dazai leaned towards the back cooperatively: "Well, I'm really scared—"

"After all, after Chuya became my dog, he once threatened to kill me or something;" He casually rolled up a blank piece of paper under his fingers with the intention of reminiscing, "I didn't expect to become a cat now, still The same irritability~"

Zhong Yemiao curled up into a ball of cats in dissatisfaction, with a look of [If you can't talk and go back, it will make the whole cat lose its soul].

"Okay, it's almost time, let's answer your last question."

Osamu Dazai also seemed to feel that beating a cat that cannot resist could not bring great joy in life, so he let the tiny spots of light spread small golden circles on the table, using the light of the day in front of him. The hand gently blocked it.

Nakaya just stretched out his paws and pressed on a piece of paper in front of him.There was no sound of touching the soft pads, but the soft orange and white fur was divided into small pieces of light and shadow in the mottled light spots, which felt inexplicably lazy.

Osamu Dazai just let go of the piece of paper wrapped around his finger, and gently replied: "What do you want to do?"

"We just have to wait~"

Zhong Ye Meow:? ? ?

So you didn't answer the last question well!

Do you have to smear Dazai Osamu with this cup today? !

When he was on the verge of anger, the teacup swept by his tail was controlled by gravity and quickly flew up—but accompanied by the sound of someone knocking open the door, it was instinctively thrown towards the door by Nakaya Mew—

bang.

There was a cracking sound, a human cry of pain, and the man who broke in with a gun crouched on the ground in pain, covering his face.

"Hmm~ Very punctual."

Dazai, who almost became the victim of being hit by a teacup, just let a faint smile enter his eyes, and with the corners of his lips slightly retracted, what brewed around him was an invisible deep dark color, silently coming from the backlight. The curtain, stretched all the way to this end, fell into a crowd of people rushing towards the door, roaring and threatening.

……

The din of men in black with guns suddenly switched to students who said this loudly. At the same time, Xie Gongxuan's school's [-]-day activity in the afternoon was going on——

At this time, the classroom was empty, the lights that had been turned off and the dark green curtains were pulled up made the whole classroom quiet and empty.

Still don't want to go at all.Anyway, it doesn’t matter if there are one or two less people in this kind of activity, so let’s just stay here for a while... Just relax, the explanation of a geography test paper that she didn’t do just now makes Xie Gongxuan, who has been doing the questions at a death speed, want to Rest the weary soul—

That's right, it's definitely not an excuse to open the phone screen and touch happiness——

When Xie Gongxuan was convincing herself and was about to click on the game, a sudden message made her fingertips that were about to touch the screen pause subtly for a moment.

It is from Zhanhe.

He says--

[Sorry, I will think about it carefully. 】

[But Wu He is really wrong. When he was supposed to go to the Hundred Days scene, he didn't see anyone. It is said that he went to the woods alone.But I didn't follow because I had to speak. 】

[Although I told you about this.But if you are alone, it is better not to go there easily. 】

Xie Gongxuan simply crossed out the interface, silently thinking about the special effect of Wang Zha on the wallpaper of Happy Fighting the Landlord.

the woods...

Just at the other end of the teaching building, the remaining half of the school is a green forest growing around the red wall, which can be seen almost all the time.

Xie Gongxuan, who had been waiting by the wall for a long time to smuggle food, quickly identified a few small corners that would not be detected by surveillance.

The door of the classroom that was not fully locked let in the voices of people outside. When Xie Gongxuan pulled it open, the suddenly amplified sound squeezed into the small classroom, echoing into the joy of teenagers and girls belonging to the third year of high school. And infinite expectations for the future——

Then when she closed the door, it was calm and silent again.

'Don't go alone easily'...Even so, she still has to go and make sure by herself.

Maybe it was just an incorrect premonition, but she always felt...as if a silent storm was about to sweep into this place that was supposed to be a pure land.

……

After playing this game for so long, I finally got the important person of the opponent.

The executor of the Black Rock Consortium in China, Miwa Futa, is the one who surrounded this place at this moment.

"The big man is here."

Osamu Dazai just stood up gently, as if the muzzles on the back, side, and front did not exist at all.

Miwa Futa's head was still bleeding, and the blood on his face had been wiped off - when he casually threw away the cloth, he also raised the muzzle of his gun.

"No matter what kind of spy you are, the troublesome things will stop here."

When pointing a dark gun at the forehead of the young man in front of him, his tone was as cold as a weapon, and on his outstretched arm was a high-end suit that was ironed so that there were no traces. proud.

"It doesn't matter what kind of spy I am," Osamu Dazai smiled lightly, "but I'm always..."

"One person is causing you trouble."

He inadvertently raised his eyes and bumped into Feng Tai's pupils that were shrunk because of being offended——

boom!

Even if there is a gunshot, it still bursts out with a terrifying loud noise and the smell of gunpowder——

Because Sanwakaze was too angry and not calm, he pulled the trigger instantly.

The author has something to say: Dazai is also dancing wildly in other people's minefield today.

However, little Gongxuan is also on the verge of discovering the truth~~

Summary: This poor Dazai will be sanctioned within two chapters www

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This is the first time I try this writing method of cutting perspectives back and forth. I don’t know how it will work. It shouldn’t be confusing, right? (Mengxin asks in a low voice)