hat and bandage

Although Shizuoka City is not comparable to the nightless city of Tokyo, Japan, the city center is still brightly lit and bustling after nightfall.

The heavy locomotive roared past, bringing with it the sound of piercing wind.

Nakahara Nakaya, who was dressed in black, took Dazai in the back seat, and drove his beloved locomotive through the avenue nimbly. The wind blew across his gorgeous orange hair, which smelled like shampoo, and he was not polite. Dazai hit the face in the backseat.

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, and put his arms around Chuya's waist, his voice was distorted by the wind.

As if caught in some wonderful fantasy, he said in a sweet tone: "Ah, this speed is really good. If the brakes suddenly fail at this time, it will be fine if Chuuya takes me into the river—"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also not surprised: "Your suicidal habit again?"

"No way." Osamu Dazai buried his head in Nakaya's neck and said in a muffled voice, "I only accept death for love now."

"So, Zhongyou, do you want to try it with me?"

"Come on, I'm not interested in dying in a foreign land, and you don't want to move around." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't really want to talk, the speed was too fast, he opened his mouth to breathe, and murmured reluctantly: "If it wasn't for you The bastard's ability..."

Osamu Dazai's [Disqualification in the World] is a passive type. Regardless of whether the master is willing or not, touching will eliminate all supernormal abilities. Of course, Nakahara, who is tightly hugged, has no way to activate abilities at all, and the wind blows his hair away , There is no way to wear the hat, so I can only force it to Dazai and ask him to help hold it.

Despite this, Zhongyuan Zhongye's driving skills are still as stable as an old dog. The locomotive shuttles nimbly through the streets and alleys without any protective measures, and confidently raises the speed to a shocking level.

An exciting brake, the front of the car slightly shifted, the center of gravity of the fuselage, the thrilling drift and cornering, and finally a sudden acceleration, stopped directly at a bar.

"I always feel that if I take Zhongye's car, I will die on the spot anytime, anywhere."

Dazai, who was dazed by a series of racing cars, straightened his messy hair, squinted his eyes and got out of the car, sighing from the heart.

"Huh? Whether it's a motorcycle or a car, under normal circumstances I have zero accidents, zero accidents!" Nakahara stopped the precious motorcycle, cast a glance at Dazai, and stretched out his hand to forcefully stuff it into Dazai's arms. He took out the hat and patted it on his head.

He frowned, showing a mocking smile, and his pointed canine teeth were extremely cute: "It's completely different from a traffic killer like you who scraps a car every time you go on a mission."

He was referring to Osamu Dazai and when he was still in the port mafia.

Dazai, who has been picking locks and stealing his cars all day long, has harmed him so many precious cars, such as his high-end Maserati that has only been driven for a day. I don’t know what that bastard did with it. Come out, it is estimated that there are still some accessories floating in the sea.

At that time, Zhong Ye, who was a little more irritable, directly beat him into the ICU inside the port mafia.

Then there is a week of mutual injury.

After all, at that time, due to the violent atmosphere of the Mafia, both of them were more than 01:30 more murderous than they are now.

"Hey, it's all you dawdling bastard. It's still 2 minutes away. I promised them they wouldn't be late."

Nakahara took out his phone to check the time, frowned, reached out his hand and grabbed Dazai's collar without hesitation, and rushed into the bar quickly.

"Second floor, second floor, second floor..."

Zhong Yuan also went upstairs muttering, and searched for the address and room numbers one by one according to the address and room number sent to him at midnight.

"Yes, 312 on the second floor."

Zhong Yuanzhong also exhaled, knocked on the door and twisted the handle.

It was pitch black inside.

Before I waited, I wondered if I had gone to the wrong place, and in the next second, the light inside was turned on.

boom--

The little firework exploded, and accompanied by the warm BGM, countless tiny sequins fell from the sky. Teacher Midnight put on a gorgeous and sexy skirt, and cheered briskly——

"Welcome Teacher Zhongye to join Xiongying!!!"

"You're finally here. I thought you were going to be late, Teacher Zhongyuan." Mike brought an electric guitar, and there was an impromptu rock on the spot, and then he laughed like a noise. He pushed the triangle on the bridge of his nose Sunglasses: "No, no, a few seconds have passed by the time, it is already considered late, and you have to punish yourself with a glass of wine, Zhong Yuan!"

All the lights were turned on, revealing the original private rooms of this bar. The area is quite large, with a self-service bar, KTV, disco floor, stereo, and even a variety of games on the side shelf.

A lot of wine has been opened at the bar, and a lot of snacks are placed on the tray.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all because of this guy's dawdling." Zhong also smiled embarrassedly, and then strode in, followed by Osamu Dazai with his head tilted, followed in with a big hand, and raised his hand Say hello to the professional heroes inside.

"Yeah, good evening."

Teacher Midnight paused for a while, then slowly put down the firework tube in his hand, blinked, stared at Dazai for a while, covered his stomach and let out an exaggerated laugh:

"Brother Dazai, what's wrong with your face, my God hahahahaha, are those eye circles real hahahaha..."

Dazai's eye sockets are still bruised from the beating.

Zhongyuan Zhong also coughed lightly, he can't be blamed for punching his face cruelly, who let Dazai Osamu challenge his bottom line again, even he doesn't like being followed, okay?He also needs personal space!

Looking at the face that pretended to be innocent but actually caused trouble, I became angry, and I couldn't control the impulse for a while, and it became like this.

If it's the usual level of messing around, even if he is offended, he will be more or less concerned about Dazai's face-literally, after all, Dazai only has that face to see.

"Oh, are you talking about this? This is Chuya's love for me, it's love~"

Osamu Dazai opened his iris-colored eyes, tilted his head without hesitation, showing a melancholy and gentle expression, and then covered his face with his ring-wearing hand, showing a dreamy smile.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared sharply at him immediately, and narrowed his eyes dangerously to give him a look.

——If you dare to talk nonsense, just try it.

Those beautiful blue eyes were full of threats.

Osamu Dazai obediently raised his hand.

Surrender surrender.

"Come in first, Mr. Chuya, Mr. Dazai."

Suddenly, a furry white mouse head appeared from the bar, and the principal Nezu who also came over was dressed in a suit that looked a bit like a bartender, and beside him stood a skinny and extremely tall blond man.

It was Mr. Yagi Toshinori, who was said to be a teaching assistant. Although Naka also hadn't met each other in any class, such an overly thin and sickly body seemed to have nothing to do with a professional hero.

Chuya and Dazai walked into the room, closed the door with a smile in the middle of the night, and then directly turned on the dazzling lights. The only woman present with her hips and legs akimbo waved her hands boldly: "Everyone is finally here! Mike, Put on the song, I want to play disco, Aizawa go and get the playing cards off the shelf, we will play a punishment game later, by the way, Mr. Principal, I want a cocktail, you can make it whatever you want, please!"

Mike immediately ordered a disco song marked with the word hot, and the dynamic music exploded immediately.

Teacher Midnight and Mr. Mike, who were the highest in the audience, immediately jumped onto the stage cheerfully.

"Have you finished all your work?"

Nakaya asked as he sat on the sofa, and next to him was Shota Aizawa who was not very interested in his dead fish eyes. By the way, he was the only one still wearing that black combat uniform. Tun took the poker cards he asked for at midnight roll call from the shelf to the table, then opened a bottle of cold beer, and drank it one after another.

Osamu Dazai immediately moved between Nakaya and Aizawa Shouta with a sense of crisis, and separated them abruptly.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't care, he just glanced curiously at the teacher at the scene, a dozen or so professional heroes, it was rare to gather together, almost everyone he knew was there, Midnight and Mike were dancing disco, and it didn't affect the group of people next to him at all He sang with a microphone, even if he was out of tune, he roared loudly, which was comparable to the music of the dancers next to him. Principal Nezu was also enthusiastically making cocktails with various materials on the bar.

"Aren't you guys going to prepare for the sports festival, are you very busy?"

Why are one or two running here for a party now?Don't tell him it's all to give him a welcome party.

"Well... the work has been almost finished, and it will be over when it is finished tomorrow." Aizawa Xiao said too slowly, turned his head and glanced at Dazai who insisted on rubbing Nakaya to the corner, and the other party noticed With his own eyes, he glanced at him with a smile on his face.

Again this strange hostility.

Aizawa Shouta really wanted to wonder if he had offended Osamu Dazai somewhere.

"It's a prestige to hold a welcome party for you, but the real purpose of this group of people is to come out and relax for a while. It's rare for the principal to reimburse you."

Aizawa Xiaota paused for a short time, took another sip of beer and continued, "I've been very busy preparing for the sports festival for a week, and it's rare to have a chance to relax, so this group of people simply came to play."

Zhong also suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to be lazy, borrowing someone's name to have a party, this kind of thing...

Oh...they don't seem to be doing less.

"Although you said that, you still hold this party in your name, right—" Mr. Mike, who didn't know when he left the stage, came over again and took away the cocktail that the principal had just prepared with a smile. It's weird, I don't know how to adjust it, and there is a slice of lemon inserted in it for decoration. Mike forced the cocktail that should have belonged to midnight into Nakaya's hand, "I was fined a drink for being late, how about a sip of boredom?" ?”

"It's not good." Before Chuya could say anything, Osamu Dazai reached out and took the wine in his hand, he tilted his head with a smile, and teased in a meaningful tone: "Chuya He pours a glass of wine, if you don’t want the host of the party to get down within 10 minutes of opening your head, you’d better leave this glass of wine to me.”

"Ha - you only pour one cup!"

The orange-haired young man frantically reached out to grab the glass of cocktail.

Well known.

Nakahara Chuya's alcohol capacity is super good.

The author has something to say: well known.

Right.

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So in the song in station B to punish the game, what kind of cards are they playing/supporting their cheeks