I'm really the Chosen One

"what are you saying??"

Suspecting that he had a hearing problem, Osamu Dazai dug his ears with his fingers. This was the first time someone spoke to him like this.

Hanyu Ryo blinked, could he be wrong?

"Forget it, get up and report!" Raising his legs, Dazai put his hands in the windbreaker and sat back on the bed, his face flickering under the light.

"Okay!" Hanyu Ryo sat up straight, this person is so fickle!

The kimono was changed to a pure black one, which was more in line with the temperament of Mafia in the port, and it also complemented Ryo Hanyu's fair skin more.

"The eldest sister is so kind to you!"

Ryo Hanyu made a grimace, gave Osamu Dazai the back of his head, put on his clogs, and tugged at his tangled long hair in distress, thinking about cutting it.

"Dazai, help me comb my hair!"

"I've been wanting to say it since a long time ago, you stinky brat, you don't respect senior's self-consciousness at all!" He slapped Ryo Hanyu's head hard, "What should I do if I ask senior for help?"

Hanyu Ryo paused for a moment, then glanced at Osamu Dazai, his eyes filled with helplessness, his small palm fell on the black-haired boy's head, "You really are so delicate!"

As he spoke, he sighed pretentiously, as if there was really nothing he could do.

Feeling the warm palm on the top of the head, and the little movement of scratching from time to time, he smiled angrily.

He turned the evildoer in front of him, took out a comb from the counter drawer, and secured the blond boy under his hands.

"Your hair is well maintained... don't move it."

Although it looks messy, in fact, as long as you brush it lightly, the entangled hair will flow down naturally, and it feels very good.

"Isn't heal yet?" Hanyu Ryo pouted, impatiently trying to turn his head away, but pulled a strand of hair that was in Dazai's hand, and made a bitter face, "It hurts——"

"I told you not to move around." Osamu Dazai smiled viciously, and kept moving his hands.

Starting from the parts near the ears on both sides, even and delicate braids are braided, tied behind the head by hair ropes, which seems to be a bad idea of ​​the braider, and a small flower is inserted in the tied place.

"I didn't expect you to have this skill, not bad, not bad."

Hanyu Ryo patted him on the shoulder and fully affirmed the fruits of his labor. In this way, he would not have to worry about his hair sticking to his face in the future.

Sometimes standing on a tall building, with the breeze blowing the hem of his clothes, Hanyu Ryo's first thought is not how to pretend to be aggressive, but how to prevent his hair from sticking to his face.

"Okay, let's go!" After clapping his hands, Osamu Dazai fiddled with the little flower on the blond boy's head.

Hanging the knife next to the bed back to his waist, Ryo Hanyu followed Dazai Osamu with joyful steps, and he must maintain a good mood for the new start.

Cursing his lips, Osamu Dazai felt that this brat still didn't understand how cruel the world was, otherwise he couldn't be so heartless.

"Follow me closely, don't look around, don't look at what you shouldn't!" Lowering his voice, Dazai Osamu's entire face became serious.

Infected by his emotions, Hanyu Ryo's expression became solemn, his back straightened, and he walked forward without looking sideways.

Thinking about it, a large organization like Port Mafia must have more rules, so it's better not to be so casual.

The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, Osamu Dazai strode forward, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Ryo Hanyu trotting obediently behind him, his slightly parted lips gasping for breath.

The mood turned from cloudy to sunny, and he stretched out his hand to embrace Ryo Hanyu in his arms, and slowed down his pace, "I just recommend you to the intelligence department, the specifics depend on you."

Seeing the passing subordinates greet the black-haired boy, Hanyu Ryo was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect this suicide enthusiast to be so respected.

I wanted to take a closer look, but I didn't expect that person to lower his eyes instantly, not looking at him well.

He nodded slightly to his subordinate, and pinched his chin with his left hand. Seeing Ryo Hanyu's exclamation, Osamu Dazai wanted to draw a big cake for him, "If you do it seriously, you can also be respected."

"I'll send you here, go in by yourself!"

Stopping in front of the door, Osamu Dazai pushed the blond boy in his arms forward, motioning him to open the door.

Without going forward immediately, Hanyu Ryo grabbed Dazai Osamu's bandaged wrist with his backhand, looking serious.

With his eyebrows raised slightly, Osamu Dazai turned his wrist and gently broke free from Ryo Hanyu's hand, with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Next time we meet, I want to compete with you in a dignified way!"

Turning his face away awkwardly, Hanyu Ryo pursed his lips in disgust, this kind of hopeless person is so troublesome, people always worry that he will give up his life without knowing when, when and where.

Hanyu Ryo cherishes his life very much. In his early years, he was weak and threatened with death. Now that he is in good health, he naturally cherishes it even more.

The dim light shrouded Osamu Dazai. From his perspective, he could see the lovely hair swirling on the top of the blond boy's head. The pure black kimono complemented the delicate and fair skin of the boy.

The gemstones on Xiaoqiao's earlobes are shining, and her figure is a bit thinner than others, but the power contained in her eyes cannot be underestimated.

"Are you worried about me?" Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips in a beautiful arc, deliberately showing doubts.

"I don't have it!!"

Retorting loudly, Hanyu Ryo's earlobe was bloodshot, he opened the door and rushed in, not wanting to talk to this idiot.

Reluctantly touched the tip of his nose, luckily he stopped in time, otherwise Hanyu Ryo would end up like this, wearing a gauze all day is enough...

"Hello, I'm Ryo Hanyu who is here to report." Ryo Hanyu asked tentatively after scanning for a week, but found no one.

A rustling sound came from under the table in front of him, but there was no other sound. Hanyu Ryo frowned, pressed his fingers on the handle of the knife at his waist, and walked forward slowly.

The closer it got, the louder the sound, as if something was about to come out, Ryo Hanyu pulled out the knife.

"That... are you a newcomer?"

A man in a brown suit and tie, with round eyes on the bridge of his nose, emerged from under the table with a shy expression.

"........."

Hanyu Ryo withdrew his knife. This man looked very bookish and his attack power was low, so it's better not to scare him.

Ango Sakaguchi struggled to pick up the pen cap that had rolled under the desk, and as soon as he stood up, he met Ryo Hanyu with a murderous expression on his face.

Calmly pushing his eyes, Ango Sakaguchi felt that he should establish the image of a senior, and sternly said, "That Dazai would recommend you to me, is there anything special about you?"

"........."

"Extremely smart!" Ryo Hanyu was silent for a moment, not because he didn't know how to answer, but because he had too many answers and he didn't know which one to say first.

His expression was a bit complicated. According to intelligence, the child in front of him had a powerful spatial ability. If his mind was also very flexible, why would he be allowed to do this kind of work?

Although I don't know why, it can be seen from this that the child's brain should not work well!

His attitude became gentle, and Ango Sakaguchi took out a stack of materials from the bookshelf, "Little sister, read these materials first!"