Cat Breeding Manual

Brandon Jesso followed his words and deeds, and turned and left directly after speaking.

Nakahara was also silent for a moment, cold light flashed through those cobalt blue pupils, he looked at Dazai Osamu, and his tone was not so friendly.

"Dazai, where is my hat?"

"Hat?" Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, completely unaware that Nakahara Chuya's first sentence was to ask where the hat was going, and he couldn't help laughing.

His voice was a little hoarse because he suppressed a smile: "As expected of Chuya, the first thing I did was to ask about the hat."

I don't know whether he is praising Chuya Nakahara or hurting Chuya Nakahara. Osamu Dazai's attitude when he speaks is really ambiguous.

Seeing that the red-haired young man in front of him was about to become irritable, Osamu Dazai skillfully comforted him.

"Don't worry, the hat will of course be put away for you, Chuya, and it's in my house."

His voice fell, with a hint of frivolity, and the smile in Yuan's eyes did not diminish, but the smile on his face seemed to be full of malice.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

The more he looked at this face, the more he wanted to punch him, especially when he heard this guy's happy tone of complacency or sarcasm, this was really an impulse he couldn't control.

"never mind."

Nakahara also turned his head, clicked his tongue lightly, and walked around Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai was stunned, his hands were still in the pockets of the windbreaker, and Nakahara, who was walking out with only his upper body, also turned around.

"Chuya, are you planning to go out like this?"

Do you just appear in the crowd with cat ears on?

"As expected of a slug's way of thinking, the dignified cadres of the port mafia always think like algae." Osamu Dazai sighed lightly, looking like he didn't want to talk to Chuya Nakahara, but his hands began to slip He took off his windbreaker and threw it directly on Nakahara Chuya's hair, the weight made him sway.

"The windbreaker, I lent it to you temporarily. I don't need to return it. I don't really want the things worn by slugs. Alas, I didn't expect the windbreaker sauce to leave me one day."

With one hand on his waist, he sighed as if a cloud of sorrow would cover his entire face, but when he looked carefully, there was still a smile on his handsome face.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

He didn't really want to deal with the seaweed essence behind him.

Because of his height, even though the windbreaker was placed on his head, it still almost fell to the ground.

Zhongya Nakahara tore off the windbreaker on his head, and looked back at Osamu Dazai with a smirk. His face was expressionless as if he was about to shatter the sand-colored windbreaker, but in the end he just manipulated the gravity to make the windbreaker hard. It hit Osamu Dazai hard.

"Thanks, green mackerel, but the smell of you really makes me sick."

Seeing Osamu Dazai fall down due to the gravity of the windbreaker, the smile on the corner of Nakahara Chuya's mouth was a bit real, he stroked his hair, and explained a few words to Osamu Dazai.

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid, I just have a test to do."

Uncertain emotions appeared in the cobalt blue eyes, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also not sure whether his deduction was correct.

If it is correct, then why the blue mackerel in front of him can still see his strange cat ears.

A flash of realization flashed in the kite-colored eyes, Osamu Dazai got up, shook his windbreaker with a bit of pitifulness, and put it on his shoulders casually, the cuffs of the windbreaker fell loosely, The whole person looked a little pitifully embarrassed.

"Oh, Chuya is really too much..."

Understanding is understanding, but it doesn't prevent him from being used to talking about it.

Osamu Dazai can probably guess Chuya Nakahara's plan. When he was in the detective agency at first, the hat perfectly covered his cat ears, which were very close to the color of his hair.If it wasn't for Zhong Yuanzhong who took the initiative to take off his hat to reveal the cat's ears, the short conversation would not have exposed the cat's ears, but then he suddenly turned into a cat, which is another new development.

Atsushi Nakajima has never been a particularly careful person, and he didn't find that Nakahara Chuya's cat ears were normal.

But just now, Brandon Jesso didn't seem to notice the pair of gently shaking cat ears, which made people feel a little suspicious.

Osamu Dazai helped his forehead, stood behind Chuya Nakahara, and suggested kindly.

"Instead of going out like this, why don't you take a photo and send it to ask?"

……

He really didn't think of it for a while, and Zhongyuan Zhong was also used to the straight-forward style of doing things, and only then did he think of the status of modern technology.

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused as he was about to go out, he took a step back, and his body was hidden in the faint shadow of the corner again.

He looked up at Osamu Dazai, and ordered directly: "Use mine."

Rather than letting Osamu Dazai leave any photos that could threaten him, let's keep this kind of black history to ourselves.

Osamu Dazai obediently took Chuya Nakahara's cell phone, and Chuya Nakahara was quite surprised by his obedient movements.

Will this blue mackerel be so obedient? !

Sure enough, in the next second, Dazai Osamu shook the phone in his hand and threatened Chuya Nakahara with a smile.

This man has never been the type to give help for no reason.

"It's just that Chuuya owes me a favor~ What do you think, Chuuya—"

Osamu Dazai pronounced his name with a teasing elongation, which somewhat made Nakahara Chu feel a little creepy.

The black-gloved fist clenched and then slowly loosened. Nakahara also nodded helplessly, rubbing his hair a little irritably.

Tsk, I knew it was impossible for the green mackerel to agree so easily.

"Of course, I owe you."

He gritted his teeth and agreed unhappily.

Unknowingly owed Green Mackerel another favor, Nakahara Nakaya only felt his palms itch again at this time, and the thought of beating up someone resurfaced on the upper floor again.

"Okay, then look this way, Chuya~"

Nakahara also turned his head to the side, the expression on his face was still not very cheerful, his cobalt blue eyes looked at the camera in Osamu Dazai's hand coldly.

After the photo was taken, he was not in a hurry to ask Osamu Dazai for the result, but only urged him to hurry up and ask about it.

It's just that he didn't ask, and Osamu Dazai took the initiative to say: "Very good, Chuya's cat ears were successfully captured in the photo."

"...Go to work."

Osamu Dazai didn't play any strange tricks this time, he smiled lightly, his voice was like candy, which made Nakahara Chuya feel suddenly sweet and tired.

"Yes, we all obey Master Zhongyuan's orders."

Nakahara Chuya: ...the more I look at it, the more irritable it becomes. Sure enough, I will give this green mackerel a good meal when the matter is over.

He leaned against the wall, watching with cold eyes that Osamu Dazai suddenly struck up a girl passing by.

To be precise, it can't be regarded as striking up a conversation. After all, with his appearance, as long as he put on a distressed expression, there are still many people who are willing to take the initiative to ask if they need help.

Nakahara also closed his eyes, too lazy to watch the process of Osamu Dazai's inquiry, he only cared about the final result, whether his cat ears could be seen by others.

It's just that he closed his eyes, but the cat ears on his head stood up restlessly, trembling slightly as if he was listening to Osamu Dazai's conversation.

When talking to strangers, Osamu Dazai's tone was obviously a lot colder, and he only maintained the most basic politeness.

"Sir, do you need any help?"

The girl with a well-behaved student haircut came forward and asked Osamu Dazai in a low voice with some trepidation.

Osamu Dazai looked down at her with a faint smile: "Hello, there is indeed one thing that bothers me. If you don't mind, can you show me a photo? My friend and I have some questions about this The photo dispute. Can you help me find out if the person in the photo has cat ears?"

His tone was calm, and he made up a quarrel that didn't exist in a few sentences.Immediately, he turned on the phone screen and turned the photo he just took to show the girl in front of him.

When hearing Osamu Dazai's description, the girl thought it was a supernatural photo, and became nervous involuntarily, but when she saw the red-haired young man on the phone, a flash of surprise flashed in the girl's eyes.

He is as good-looking as the handsome young man in front of him!Although the cobalt blue eyes looked quite irritable, it did not affect his handsome appearance.

But... cat ears?

She carefully looked at the photo, but she still couldn't find the cat ears mentioned by the black-haired young man in front of her.

The girl paused and asked, "Well, can I enlarge the photo a little bit?"

Osamu Dazai handed over the mobile phone in a gentlemanly manner, half-holding the upper part: "Of course."

The girl stretched out her fingers, and gently enlarged the hair in the photo, examined it carefully again, and finally shook her head regretfully, not forgetting to praise the beauty of the photo.

"Sorry, I didn't see any cat ears. It may be that when the ocher hair is bent, it looks a bit like cat ears. But the photo is very beautiful. Can I ask which model this is? ?”

The girl let go of the phone, and Osamu Dazai took it back. She couldn't help asking curiously, planning to go back and follow this handsome young man on social software.

Osamu Dazai was stunned, he didn't expect such a development, he couldn't help laughing: "No, I'm not a model, thank you for your help."

The girl felt a little regretful, but she didn't ask any further questions. She raised her hand and waved at Osamu Dazai, then turned and ran to her companion who had been waiting by the side of the road.

...can't you see the cat ears?

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, glanced at the obvious ocher plush cat ears in the photo, and raised his eyebrows with some interest.

In order to confirm that it was not an isolated case, he asked a few more passers-by, and all the answers he got were that he did not find the existence of cat ears, and without exception, he asked whether the person in the photo was a model who had just debuted .

Although the photo was taken in a remote alley, Nakahara Chuya's posture and aura made him look like an ordinary person. At first Osamu Dazai would pause slightly when he heard these inquiries, but later he answered quite proficiently up.

"How about it?"

In the alley, Zhong Yuanzhong also had a cold face, as if frost was gradually forming in his pair of sapphire-like transparent blue eyes.

Osamu Dazai smiled inexplicably, shook Chuya Nakahara's cell phone unhurriedly, and threw it straight over.

"The answer is - can't see it."

He didn't seem to have considered the path of the parabola at all, and he waved his wrist very casually, but it fell right into the hands of Chuya Nakahara.

Nakahara Nakaya held the phone, let out a soft sigh from the tip of his nose, turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai in front of him, his expression somewhat melted.

Although there are still many doubts, and I don't know whether I will become a cat again, but it is a blessing for Mao Er that other people can't see it.

Well, if you can see it, it's not impossible to directly force the opponent to lose his memory.

It's just that the fact that only Osamu Dazai can see it still makes Chuya Nakahara feel uncomfortable.

What kind of evil existence is this.

"What I owe you, now, my hat."

The indebted words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, and the words were not so willing.Nakahara also glanced at Osamu Dazai indifferently, only feeling that the more he looked at the former partner, the more he needed to be beaten.

Osamu Dazai paused, and quickly smiled: "Hat? Ah, yes, I almost forgot, Nakaya is a moving hat rack."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

If one day he hears something good from Osamu Dazai, it may be the end of the world.