The protagonist always wants to find someone to die for love [Comprehensive]

"Sorry," Osamu Dazai and Jingji Chang looked at each other, "The work of exorcising demons is too energy-intensive, and I don't plan to do it often. I want to teach those lovely students seriously."

——System: "Is this the reason for your absenteeism?"

As soon as he walked to the door of the classroom, Osamu Dazai saw two large chalk characters on the blackboard.

"Self-study"

Osamu Dazai maintained a smiling expression, "It seems that my students are studying hard when I'm not around."

The students in the classroom were all bowing their heads and writing. When he entered the door, his eyes swept over the students.

"Oh," he said to the system, "Natsume is here too."

A boy in a school uniform sat in his seat, his short light brown hair obediently resting on his face.

The system reminds: "Don't forget that your strategy is not over yet." So please don't do anything bad to the target of the strategy.

Osamu Dazai leaned against the door frame and spoke righteously: "I've been thinking about this all the time."

Osamu Dazai stood on the podium, patted the table lightly, and waited for the people below to raise their heads before speaking slowly, "Sorry for being late, and now we will continue the lecture." The voice was deep and gorgeous, like the sound of a cello playing The melody attracts people in an instant.

? !

Natsume Takashi looked at the people on the podium in astonishment, and the girl sitting next to him turned her head to him quietly: "Hey, Natsume, this is the new teacher I told you about earlier! Isn't she super handsome!!"

"..." He looked towards the podium. Osamu Dazai was still dressed in the brown windbreaker and black underwear he wore when we met before, and he was focusing on the textbook in front of him.

I had to take a leave of absence due to the curse, and this was the first day Natsume Takashi resumed class.

As soon as he arrived in the classroom today, someone told him that there was a new teacher, and he was quite young... Unexpectedly, it was Osamu Dazai.

Natsume Takashi sighed, so it turned out that he hadn't seen it before because the other party was new here?

He lowered his head and secretly looked at the teacher on the podium from the corner of his eye.I hope I don't get discovered... I don't know how to explain it like that.

I don't know whether his prayers played a role or he is not particularly eye-catching, Osamu Dazai didn't call his name during the whole class, and didn't even give him a glance.

Fortunately——

The naive protagonist doesn't realize that he's been stripped of his vest from the start.

Natsume Takashi finally breathed a sigh of relief when the school bell rang.This time it was a escape.

"Is that Natsume Takashi?" Before he could relax for a while, the person who made him feel like an enemy came over, "I remember you were not in the last class."

"Yes, teacher, last time I asked for leave for some reason," he replied hesitantly, holding back the tension in his heart.

That day, after confirming that the curse could not be eliminated in an instant, he went to Natori Monday, and when he called Aunt Tako later, he just said, "That friend named Monday is sick, and there is no one to take care of him. I want to ask for leave to work with him. take care of him."

As Natsume's guardian, Aunt Toko is very supportive of this.Natsume was originally a very gentle child, but now that his friend who is lonely and helpless is sick, it is only natural to take care of him.

"How does Natsume-kun know about the previous courses?" Dazai Osamu put his hand on Natsume Takashi's shoulder lightly.

"There was a preview before... I will read it carefully when I get home," Natsume Takashi was a little worried.He thought in his heart whether his current voice was similar to before, and prayed that Osamu Dazai would not recognize him so easily.

"That's not okay - I have to take responsibility for my students' learning!"

"That's good!" He seemed to have thought of some good idea, and the smile on his face deepened a little.

"Today, I'll go to Natsume-san's home to give you extra lessons!"

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This school is not a key high school, and the school hours are relatively loose, so it's not too late now.The tree shadows are infinitely elongated under the setting sun, forming a beautiful picture together with the setting sun falling on the ground.

There were not many people on the street, and it seemed quiet, even the sound of footsteps could be heard clearly.

"How old is Mr. Dazai this year?" Takashi Natsume couldn't help asking as he walked home with Osamu Dazai.He had been a little concerned about Dazai Osamu's age before, but because of the one after another thrilling incidents, he didn't have time to ask.

"What do you think Natsume-kun?" Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

The system has never seen such a boring person: "Can't you tell him directly?"

"Of course not," Osamu Dazai responded, "Natsume is an important target of the attack, how can he be perfunctory."

System: No, not perfunctory at all.

"20 years old?" Natsume Takashi was a little uncertain.His eyes fell on Dazai Osamu. He didn't feel anything before, but after seeing him in class, he always had a subtle feeling. Maybe every student would have the respect for the teacher?

"You guessed wrong," Osamu Dazai shook his finger.

"Ah, are you here?" Seeing Natsume Takashi stop at the door of a house, he snapped his fingers, "Then let's guess next time."

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"It's really disturbing."

"Ara, Dazai-sensei don't say that, and I'm asking you to help Natsume with her homework."

After saying hello to Auntie Toko who brought the snacks, Osamu Dazai sat down at a table beside him, resting his left hand on the table and propping his chin, staring at the boy in front of him, "Natsume-kun, I'd better call you Miss Natsume." OK?"

System: Meow Meow Meow?I thought you didn't expose it before because everyone was embarrassed to say it, and the strategy was not easy to complete, but you just said it?

I have a saying that I don't know if I should say it or not.

Natsume Takashi, who was sitting opposite, was still carefully thinking about how to cover up the past, but when he heard his words, the expression on his face instantly changed to surprise.

"Did Mr. Dazai know...?"

Natsume Takashi's current mood system no longer wants to think about it.Because his garbage host once again refreshed its perception of shamelessness.

He, Ju, Ran, True, De, Direct, Direct, Please, Xia, Mu, Said, He, Yes, Individual, Good, Person.

"Natsume-kun, do you think I'm a good person or a bad person?"

The system feels that its host really does not play cards according to common sense. Usually, this kind of strategy is not to slowly approach the side of the target of the strategy, let him admit this matter inadvertently and then say this sentence? ? ?

"Eh? Dazai-sensei, he is a good person."

The moment his voice fell, the system's mechanical notification sounded.

Ding—the task [Natsume's Book of Friends] is completed.

"Look, isn't this done with ease?" Ignoring the system's desire to die, Osamu Dazai's mouth curved upwards.

"Mr. Dazai, I owe everything to you before."

"That's what I'm supposed to do—isn't it natural for teachers to protect their students?"

"Thank you anyway, if you need any help in the future, please let me know."

After successfully completing the extra lessons for his lovely students and completing the clearing task by the way, Osamu Dazai walked slowly on his way back to the faculty dormitory.

Thanks to the school providing dormitories for the teachers, otherwise he might have to sleep on the street for the next two days.

"What about the reward?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"Natsume is not in the attack line, there is no reward. But some energy has been collected."

"Huh? What's that for?"

"I can help you go home," the system replied.

"Then go back quickly-there are still a large group of lovely students waiting for me to guide them in the future direction."

The author has something to say:

So Dazai happily returned to his home. (not)

there is still a long time to go back