Complete Survival Manual

Dazai rolled on the table like a boneless face, his cheeks were deformed by the pressure of the tabletop, and even his voice became sticky as if mixed with sugar.

"It's getting late, it obviously feels like it hasn't been long, what a pity."

Tsushima held the coffee cup away to prevent Dazai from bringing it down.

"We will meet again."

"That's true." Dazai got up slowly, grabbed the pink pen and paper in the note box and wrote something, and pushed it to Tsushima's side, "Actually, when I saw you, I knew Today's work can end early. Well, skipping work is indeed the most joyful thing besides death."

Tsushima was noncommittal, because now he was the one who needed to work more.

It's not very common, obviously before he was the one who always skipped work and left work to others.

"The person I'm waiting for is coming, it's time to say goodbye." Tsushima turned his gaze out of the window and saw the person he was waiting for.

"Huh? Don't tell me, let me guess who it is." Dazai followed his gaze, "Let me take a look, which one is it?" Among the many high school students wearing school uniforms, he looked Arrived at the girl chatting with friends under the cherry blossom tree.

"Well, it really is her." Dazai moved closer to the glass and took a closer look, "Looking at it like this, I can probably take a few more days off."

Tsushima tapped the sticky note on the table, smiling like a fox, "You're welcome, I won't take any less of what I should get."

"It's so ruthless." Although he complained so much, Osamu Dazai left quite simply, without even turning his head.

"So, who is more ruthless?" Tsushima leaned back softly, rubbed the soft back of the sofa, and watched Osamu Dazai leave.

"Hey, Dazai-kun, vacations are not so easy to get."

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Saying goodbye to his classmates, Mitsui Kiyomi stood by the side of the road, silently waiting for the countdown to the red light.The little black leather shoes rubbed against the ground impatiently.

The boredom in her heart grew wildly like weeds, and one dangerous thought after another was rolling in her heart.

[Running a red light, car accident, quarrel or even explosion, whatever, let something interesting happen soon. ]

The surroundings are still as usual, the sound of car horns, the noisy chatter of pedestrians, and the noise of elementary school students in the distance are all the same as in the past.

Everything is running smoothly.

The green light came on, and the surrounding pedestrians began to flow.

Mitsui Kiyomi kept the same pace as the people around him, crossing the road unhurriedly.As usual, she should be on her way back to the apartment by now, but today was different.

She made a special detour and returned to the cake shop opposite the school. She was going to meet a gentleman there, a gentleman named "Shuji Tsushima".

Just thinking of that gentleman's name, Mitsui Kiyomi's body trembled involuntarily.

The annoying irritability just now disappeared, and she heard her heart beat faster.Her heart was beating fast for the person she was about to meet.

The proud son of heaven who was cultivated by the family with all its strength, and the person who has made great contributions to the Mitsui family.

Most importantly, most importantly——

Standing outside the cake shop, Mitsui Kiyomi couldn't help but put his hands on the window, staring at the young man who was mixing coffee with lowered eyebrows behind the window, and laughed lowly despite the surprised eyes of passers-by.

The most important thing is that this Mr. Tsushima broke free from the shackles of the Mitsui family, got rid of the surname of the Mitsui family, and can be revered and remembered by people under the name "Shuji Tsushima". He is a free person.

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Being stared at by the scorching gaze, it was impossible for Tsushima not to feel it.

[It's been a long time, this sticky, unpleasant sight. ]

Tsushima drew a circle in the cup with a spoon, and ripples appeared continuously on the dark brown water.Like a child who has found a toy, he tirelessly stirred the cold coffee.

He naturally ignored the people outside the glass.

The door of the cake shop opened and closed, and not long after, a cramped greeting came from the opposite side of Tsushima.

"Mr. Tsu, Mr. Tsushima, this is the first time we meet. I am Kiyomi Mitsui."

Mitsui Kiyomi caressed the hem of the skirt, and after sitting down, she folded her hands on her knees neatly. Her back was straight, and she knew that she had received systematic training.

She has a temperament that is rare among modern women and belongs to the old era.She should wear clogs and kimono, and be accompanied by the fragrance of tea among the layers of curtain doors.

Her gestures, her pauses in her voice, everything she showed, was imprinted with a certain emblem.

The arc of the smile should be carefully measured, and the folds of the hem of the clothes should be smoothed patiently.Every place, every place, even a strand of hair, must be in its proper place.

This is the woman of the Mitsui family.

She has been polished since she was a child, cut off all imperfections, and tends to be unified in the subtle transformation, and finally becomes a mass-produced beauty who has been carefully cultivated, and then grabs suitable benefits from more places for the Mitsui family.

It can be said that Mitsui Kiyomi is an exquisite product processed in accordance with the prescribed process in the assembly line.

Only now, Mitsui Kiyomi's state can only be called "unfinished product".

The work of skilled technicians is not only to carve the skin of the dolls, but also to carve the souls of the dolls.

I have painstakingly set up according to different roles, and process each product conscientiously.It is the most basic professional quality to make comprehensive preparations before the final sale.

In the brainwashing education accumulated over time, the women of the Mitsui family love the family from the bottom of their hearts, and are willing to dedicate everything to the family at any time.

But Mitsui Kiyomi is not, she still has her own thoughts.This is the most interesting thing about Mitsui Kiyomi.

Tsushima lowered his eyes, and asked a little coldly, "When did Kiyomi come to Yokohama?"

Mitsui Kiyomi's body was tense, and after he answered "Yes" reflexively, he showed some surprise.After thinking carefully for a moment, she replied uncertainly: "I transferred here when I was in junior high school, and it has been about two years now."

Tsushima: "After leaving the familiar environment, does Kiyomi feel uncomfortable?"

"It's not so much that I don't get used to it, it's better to say that the new environment makes me feel very novel. The surrounding students are very friendly, and the facilities in the school building are also first-class." Mitsui Kiyomi looked at the school across the road, and his voice was very low, "Here It’s something completely different from home, and I love it here.”

The shell on her body cracked briefly.

Tsushima crossed his fingers and supported his chin, not missing the momentary change of Mitsui Kiyomi.

He let out a long sigh in his heart with a kind of understanding.

[It turns out that dolls also want to pursue freedom. ]

The author has something to say: About Mitsui Kiyomi——

She thought from the bottom of her heart that Tsushima was a child of the Mitsui family.

Big misunderstanding (stand up).

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Thank you so much Miss Nightmare, this chapter has been changed a lot, I have been scrambling since the beginning——

It's the same as if the machine gets rusty and the brain gets stuck.

Nightmare's advice on every point from revision to completion, she is super good! (loud)

It's nice to have friends.

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