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"Ma'am, can you be a little quieter?"

The clerk was inexplicably a little hairy, and silently shut up under the deep gaze of the kite-colored eyes.

Sakura, who could express her opinion, firmly refused: "No, Mr. Childish, I think I have the same opinion as this clerk."

"Eh—don't miss, don't you like it?" Mr. Dazai, who was warning the clerk one second, seemed about to burst into tears the next second.

However, Sakura wouldn't believe that he would really cry because of such a thing.She confirmed one thing, that Mr. Naive is not only naive, but also quite a playwright.

"Give up, I'll feel like I'm going to transform when I put it on." Thinking of the brightly colored costume worn by the magical girl who defeated the witch in the cartoon she watched, Sakura complained expressionlessly.

what is that?Magic girl flower fairy?

Ignoring Mr. Dazai who kept acting coquettishly "what to wear", the little girl put down the hot-colored clothes without hesitation, picked up another dress that she had fancy just now, and put it in the clerk's hands calmly.

"Help me get this, please."

"Okay!" The clerk was relieved, with a rescued expression on her face, took the clothes that Sakura had chosen, and responded very calmly.

"Miss's reaction is too much——" Osamu Dazai sighed hurtfully, as if he had really suffered a heavy blow.

Sakura: "Mr. Childish, please don't waste any more time. Also, it's time to pay."

"Hey, am I paying the bill?" Osamu Dazai looked shocked.

Who took the initiative to bring me to buy clothes before... and who caused the need to buy clothes.Sakura looked at him expressionlessly: "Mr. Naive, I don't have any money."

"Okay, okay, Miss refuses to wear my carefully selected clothes and asks me to pay the bill. It's really a big loss this time, but who told me to uphold the principle of committing suicide and not causing trouble to others."

Under Sakura's calm and accusing gaze, Osamu Dazai easily expressed his compromise, pretending to touch his body, as if remembering something, and walked in front of the little girl.

"?" Sakura raised her head in doubt, and almost hit the black-haired boy's chin with the top of her head. Osamu Dazai had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly held the head that seemed to be about to lift up.

Sighing exaggeratedly with an expression of rejoicing, Osamu Dazai ruthlessly ruffled the beautiful silver-white hair under his palm with a little bit of revenge.

"Miss is a person who will give others a surprise 'surprise' as long as she is not paying attention."

"Thank you." With the warm palm covering her head, Sakura blinked and said politely.

"Why does the young lady want to thank you? Could it be—"

"Thank you for the compliment." Sakura added before he could finish.

Osamu Dazai looked down at her, and after a while, shrugged.

"Well, what about the little lady who accidentally relies on intuition but is very accurate." He bent down slightly, as if to do something, and the hair brushed her cheek.

Sakura looked at the black head that was suddenly very close, her mouth was about to move.

She wanted to take a bite of this strange, let alone human, strange human being.

Anyway, she has never met this kind of human being who can hardly feel greed and fear in each other.

How strange it is.Obviously greed and fear are the most abundant emotions that human beings have.

"Ah, if I remember correctly, it should be here." Dazai Osamu had already reached into the large black windbreaker Sakura was wearing, and touched the pockets of the clothes.

"Huh..." He opened his iris-colored pupils as if in disbelief, and uttered a surprised, performance-like tone.

Sakura didn't speak, squinting her eyes to suppress her appetite as much as possible.

Although the essence and core of this person are not human at all, there is no doubt that he has a human body.So, can not eat.

"Miss, the wallet seems to have been washed away by the water, and I have no money to pay the bill now..." Osamu Dazai dragged his voice out in embarrassment, people who didn't know thought he was acting like a spoiled child.

After a few seconds, Sakura let out a soft oh.

"Huh?" As if aware of something, the skinny black-haired boy covered in bandages withdrew his hand from his coat pocket and raised his buried head.

With the height of the two of them, even if Osamu Dazai is still bent over now, he is taller than her, and only the top of her hair can be seen.

Osamu Dazai thought for a while, showed an interested expression, and was about to squat down, when Sakura noticed his intention and wanted to turn his head away.

However, Osamu Dazai, a difficult guy, is not someone who gives up so easily. I am afraid that no one can stop him from what he decides to do.

"Miss, let me have a look." Dazai Osamu muttered like a child, and his face was full of curiosity, like a child whose curiosity was not satisfied.

Yingli: "..." She has tried very hard to control herself, why does the black mud essence that she wants to eat insist on coming in front of her!

Yes, black mud spirit, there is another very important reason why Yingli wanted to swallow the person in front of her in one gulp: his essence was somewhat similar to the large amount of black mud she had swallowed before.

Not the same thing, but a common feeling.

Is it possible to eat it and not be hungry for a whole day...

Seeing that Osamu Dazai was still persevering in jumping in front of her, Sakura sighed deeply, and simply stopped hiding, and let him mess up things.

And Osamu Dazai got his wish and saw her eyes clearly.

He paused, squatted in front of the little girl, covered his face with his hands, and froze, then suddenly laughed softly, as if he knew something very interesting.

"I see." He stood up with the same expression on his face, but he didn't mention what happened just now.

Sakura tilted her head suspiciously, Xueyin's long hair slipped from the material of the clothes, and it was particularly conspicuous on the pure black windbreaker wrapped around her body.

No matter how dull the little girl was, she knew that normal people shouldn't react like this.At the very least, creatures that have seen her look like this shouldn't have this kind of reaction.

"What are you thinking?" She grabbed his cuff and asked the question without hesitation.

"Miss is too straightforward." Dazai Osamu played with the phone in his hand, and said with emotion, "But the most important thing to care about now, shouldn't it be that you don't have money to pay the bill?"

It was only then that Sakura remembered: "...Ah."

"There are too few expressions, and it's a lot less fun to tease." Seeing her reaction, Osamu Dazai shrugged regretfully, pressed a string of numbers in his hand and dialed out.

The wallet was washed away, but the mobile phone was still usable. I don't know if I should praise the strength of this brand of mobile phone.

Sakura stood there with a delicate and cute little face paralyzed inside, her thoughts were wild and unconstrained.

"Hey, it's me." Dazai Osamu had a completely different expression of indifference during the phone call, "I have something to do here, let someone come over."

The clerk seemed to have remembered something, her eyes were fixed and she peeked at the black coats on the fearsome Osamu Dazai and Sakura, trembling a little.

"Okay, someone will come to pay our bill soon." Osamu Dazai, who hung up the phone, returned to his harmless smile.

"Is it your subordinate?" Sakura asked.It's impossible to use that kind of tone to a friend or a boss.

"That's right." Dazai Osamu bent his iris-colored eyes, and smiled without any guilt at entrapping his subordinates, "This way we don't have to pay the bill~"

Sakura feels that no matter whether she is a part-time job or going to work in the future, she should never find a boss like Mr. Naive.

...shouldn't be so unlucky.

When the unlucky subordinate hurried over sweating profusely, he was told by Osamu Dazai with a smile on his face that he was just here to pay. Sakura watched silently, thinking that if the subordinate who took out his wallet tremblingly had a temper, he should Punch Mr. Childish on the spot.

Of course, you dare not hit him. The tool man who was called to run errands respectfully took out his wallet and paid for it, and then he was waved back by the unconscionable Osamu Dazai.

"The black coat...is also very suitable for young ladies." Sakura came out of the fitting room, Dazai Osamu looked at it for a while, and said inexplicably.

Sakura changed into the clothes she had chosen—a light white dress with a skirt made of soft and fluffy fabric, and an open black hooded jacket that was longer than the dress.

"The coat...is it too long?" The clerk, who had finally recovered from the fright of the port mafia, asked cautiously.

Sakura shook her head, put the hood of the black long coat on her head, and tugged at the edge of the front hood with both hands, although she didn't speak, but the satisfaction was visible to the naked eye in her blue eyes.

A longer coat can keep out the cold at night, and the hood can also block it when it rains and there is no place to shelter from the rain. It is very useful for Sakura.

Osamu Dazai stroked his chin, and stretched out his hand to pinch the cat ears on the top of the little girl's head.

"It's a pity that it's on the hat. I really want to see how the little lady grows real cat ears. It must be very cute, or the fluffy cat ear headband is just barely..."