Complete Survival Manual

The chief culprit who made all Hong Kong blacks work overtime, justly called the current cadres of Hong Kong blacks.

The inexplicable emotion from before flew out of the sky, and Nakahara took the phone away to confirm the number, and then put the phone back to his ear.

"How dare you."

His mood was fairly stable, his phone hadn't been scrapped, and his powers hadn't been used. Apart from gritting his teeth in depression, his tone sounded quite peaceful.

This may be the change brought about by excessive overtime. The endless documents and the daily affairs that followed made him feel a little tired.During the rare rest day, he didn't want to waste time on things that made him more unhappy.

Conversing with Osamu Dazai was a bad experience that could be classified as "extremely unpleasant".

So he decided to make a quick decision.

Osamu Dazai looked very happy, he greeted briskly: "Long time no see, Chuya, do you like the gift I gave you earlier?"

"You called just to ask such a boring question?" Zhongyuan Zhong also pouted, thinking of his beloved car that disappeared in the bomb, "Is there any agreement between the boss and you, what a pity..." It's a pity That car was really the most pleasing car he had seen recently, and it just disappeared innocently into the billowing black smoke.

In the end, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little real heartache.

He hasn't driven that car a few times since he brought it back, and it's usually used by that guy Dazai!

"Huh? The black and slimy soft slugs are actually using their brains to think—"

"Huh? Who are you calling a slug, bastard mackerel!"

"Whoever agrees is the one, hehehe, the main body is the little slug in the hat place~"

"What qualifications do you have to say about me, bandage suicidal maniac!!"

Zhong Yuanzhong's peaceful mind was easily blown away. He sneered and took out his work phone, and he was about to call the technical team in the next second.

"Chuya, no matter what you are going to do now, I suggest you not to do it." Dazai Osamu's words with a smile gave Nakahara Chuya a bad feeling, and the next second, his doorbell rang.

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "What a big surprise."

"...I absolutely, absolutely want to kill you." Nakahara Chuya's voice cooled down, and he bit every syllable fiercely, as if he wanted to bite someone to death.

"If the little man doesn't open the door again, in a few minutes, all the black people in Hong Kong will know that I'm here." Osamu Dazai whistled, "If this happens, he will be forced to defect with me."

"To shut up."

Through the video door control, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw the person who raised his hand to greet him leisurely.

The young man in the sand-colored coat smiled beautifully, and the smile that could kill men, women, and children made Nakahara Chuya feel a chill from behind.

After confirming that this was his ex-partner who was said to be alive and dead and had defected, Zhongyuan Zhong hung up the phone angrily and opened the door for him.

A few minutes later, he saw Dazai Osamu at the door.

"You'd better give me a reason not to tie you back to the headquarters." Nakahara Nakaya stood at the entrance and easily noticed the changes in Osamu Dazai. He raised his eyebrows and said in a bad tone: "You guy, I like you so much over there?"

Osamu Dazai would not ask which side it is, because this is something that the two people standing here know very well.

The side that saves people, the side that is kind, and the side that is white.Anyway, it's not the same as the port Mafia.

The standing posture of the orange-haired young man was loose, and at first glance he seemed to be in a relaxed posture, but Osamu Dazai knew that as long as he didn't give a reason, the man in front of him could send him to the underground torture room in Ganghei in minutes.

Osamu Dazai wrinkled his nose, this little girl's coquettish demeanor was unspeakably cute because of him, "Chuya is really rough, it has been like this since before, I can't do it because I want to see your jokes Did you come? News headlines like 'New Hong Kong black cadre died at work due to overwork' make me happy just thinking about it."

"Who is this all because of?!" Chuya Nakahara pulled Osamu Dazai by the collar to close the distance between them, and said in a deep voice, "Listen, Dazai. Since you have defected, no matter what the reason is, you don't You should appear in front of me again. I can't pretend that you haven't been here, and you know better than me how the Mafia treats traitors."

Dazai was forced to bend over to Chuya Nakahara, they were so close that he could clearly see the flames dancing in those blue eyes.

Burning, bright, sky-blue eyes.

"Chuya." Osamu Dazai smiled and said to his former partner, "I really hate you the most."

Zhong Yuan didn't even blink his eyes, he released his hand with a snort.

There were footsteps stepping up the stairs undisguisedly, Nakahara Chuya's voice calmed down, and there was a faint red light attached to him, "You still brought someone?"

Osamu Dazai smiled innocently.

"Although I really don't want to disturb you, but if I don't come up again, the replaced monitor will start to work again." The owner of the footsteps appeared, and the handsome young man's eyebrows and eyes were curved. He also waved to Zhong Yuanzhong, A friendly greeting: "Good afternoon, Mr. Zhongye."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and Osamu Dazai shrugged.

"That's it. When is Zhongye going to let us in?"

"It's strange to stand at the door all the time, Nakaya-kun."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also expressionless.

He had reason to suspect that he was dreaming of everything that had happened since he woke up just now.The real him should still be working overtime day and night in Hong Kong and Hei's office.

"Just kidding, did I get some strange ability, the effect is 100% to make people have nightmares?"

If there are really two Osamu Dazai in the world, everyone will cry for it.

[It's too bad. ]

Zhong Yuanzhong also saw two people who were exactly the same, and couldn't help but repeat what he said just now.

[……so terrible. ]

………………

At the same time, the bell of Homi North High School in Yokohama just rang, and the quiet campus gradually became lively.

After almost everyone in the classroom left, Kiyomi Mitsui put down his pen and took out a lunch box from his schoolbag.

"Qingjian Qingjian, let's go to the rooftop together today?" Yukiko Tsuruta approached with obvious excitement, she lowered her voice and said quickly: "The seniors of the student union have all gone to the school director's office for a meeting. If you want to go to the rooftop, today is the best opportunity."

Due to the rising incidence of suicides by jumping from buildings in Japanese campuses, Homi North High School closed all the rooftops on the top floor for renovation in March this year.Students who like to go to the rooftop to relax and have nowhere to go for a while, feel a little uncomfortable.

Because the school considers the life safety of all students, the students also expressed their understanding.

Although Tsuruta Yukiko is not a relaxed person, she has a natural love for things like breaking the rules within a moderate range.

Mitsui Kiyomi was not surprised at all that she had the idea of ​​"wanting to secretly go to the closed rooftop for lunch".

Rather, in fact, Mitsui Kiyomi is also willing to violate the rules.Mitsui Kiyomi, who just transferred to Hoomi Kita, became good friends with Tsuruta Yukiko, and it should have something to do with their common hobbies.

The two took their lunch and walked up the stairs.

"The roof is an attractive place," Tsuruta Yukiko said, "Delinquents who skip classes, couples in love, ordinary students who catch up on sleep, etc., in ordinary and unusual campus life, there must be a The magical rooftop is here."

"It was after the rooftop was closed that Yukiko became interested in it." Mitsui Kiyomi laughed, "After all, Yukiko is not good at sports, and the amount of exercise climbing stairs is still a bit large."

"My motor nerves are very poor." Tsuruta Yukiko panted for a while while supporting her knees, "Hey, don't you think that the existence of restricted areas just keeps attracting people to explore? The rooftop is also good. , and the student union activity room, where normal students are not allowed to enter, they kept telling me 'Come on, come on'."

"Is that why Yukiko joined the student council?"

"That's right, I just wanted to see the activity room at first."

"If you let the student council president know, you will be fined to write a self-criticism."

"So my external reason has always been 'I want to do something for everyone'——"

A line of sight was firmly glued to the back, and the feeling of being watched made Mitsui Kiyomi stop in his tracks.

Mitsui Kiyomi was half a step behind Tsuruta Yukiko, and Yukiko walked forward a few more steps before realizing that her little friend had stopped. She shouted a little puzzledly, "Kyomi?"

The sense of peeping disappeared, and Mitsui Kiyomi pursed his lips, a little confused whether it was his own illusion or the real thing.She looked around and saw nothing in particular.

Tsuruta Yukiko saw Mitsui Kiyomi's pale face and said worriedly: "Your complexion is so bad, did you exercise too much?"

There was no abnormality again, and the peeking sight just disappeared without a trace. Mitsui Kiyomi suppressed his doubts, and smiled at Tsuruta Yukiko: "I'm fine, but I just suddenly thought of something else. We are Isn't it coming soon?"

"It's up there." Tsuruta Yukiko breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was fine, and her steps became lighter, "It's my turn to inspect the rooftop today, but I'm just a shift changer." She showed Mitsui Kiyomi A bunch of keys, "That's why I can act outside alone under the premise that all the student unions are meeting."

The door to the roof was a white iron door. After opening the door, an empty platform unfolded in front of the two of them.

The hot wind blew past, and the golden sunshine spread all over the ground.

"Wow, unexpected." Tsuruta Yukiko said, "The scenery is great, I like it a little bit. After today, maybe I will become a person of the rooftop group."

Mitsui Kiyomi took a few steps forward and looked into the distance.

"Being inside" and "from the top down" are completely two concepts. The shining river, the reduced landscape, and the wide-open view all seem very interesting.

"My home is... hey, it's in this direction. Unfortunately, the floors in the school are not high enough, so I can only determine the general direction and can't see more specific things."

"I can see clearly where I live." Mitsui Kiyomi stood beside her and saw the upper half of the apartment building where he lived.

The initial novelty passed, and after watching for a long time, the two found a shady place to eat.

Mitsui Kiyoshi absently picked up a piece of tamagoyaki, and was still a little concerned about the sight he just felt.

[I always feel that I have experienced such a thing somewhere...]

Where is it, that kind of pervasive peeping, the intense gaze that seems to melt her back——

"Snapped".

Mitsui Kiyomi came back to his senses and looked at Tsuruta Yukiko.

Yukiko put the chopsticks on the bento box, and she reached out and touched Mitsui Kiyomi's forehead.

"Qing Jian's state is really wrong, just now he was in a daze again."

"..."

"Go down after eating, there is still a little time, Kiyomi can take a rest in the classroom." Tsuruta Yukiko changed her words worriedly in the middle of speaking, "Or go to the infirmary to lie down, then The surrounding environment is better, the classroom is too noisy.”

"It might be a little hypoglycemia, I don't care." Mitsui Kiyomi shook his head and changed the subject, "There is a history quiz in the afternoon, did Yukiko study hard?"

"Although I have your notes, it is still very reluctant..."

"Yukiko has failed twice in a row..."

"........."

"…………"

The fork-raising evil spirit floats in the air, and Ikegami Ruri's summer festival doll sits on the evil spirit's head and looks up at the cloudless blue sky.

It hummed a nursery rhyme softly.

"Bird in a cage~Bird in a cage~"

"When will I be able to come out~"

"In the night of dawn ~ in the night of dawn—"

The author has something to say: Zhong Ye: I am so difficult.

Mitsui Kiyomi: I am so hard.

………………

Hug Ah Wu, thank you for throwing mine. (Hold high.JPG)

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