Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

Atsushi Nakajima never thought that such a lucky thing would happen to him: he grew up in an orphanage, which was not such a warm place, and for him, it was even hell on earth.Because there is a strange beast in his body, his appetite is larger than that of ordinary children. Not only is he not full, but he only has leftovers every day.On the day when he was kicked out of the orphanage, he met Dazai Osamu, that man, stretched out his hand to him in the sunset, and invited him to eat twenty bowls of his favorite ochazuke, although it was only Simple ochazuke, but it is the kindness that Atsushi Nakajima will remember his whole life.

Of course... the treat was paid by Doppo Kunikida, Osamu Dazai's partner.

"Wow..."

The silver-haired boy looked at the steaming ochazuke in front of him, his amethyst-like eyes were wide open, and when he looked closely, it seemed that kirakira was shining brightly:

"I suddenly feel that I am so happy!"

You can really be lucky if you come to line up with Mr. Dazai today, and you can also eat for free with no limit. Today is really - so lucky!Thinking of this, the human-tiger boy clasped his hands together and said loudly, "I'm starting", then bowed his head and began to eat.

"Yeah, dun-jun is really simple."

Osamu Dazai sat next to the young man, in front of him was a bowl of soba noodles made by the store manager. He held the chopsticks in one hand, but he was not in a hurry to put them down. Instead, he looked at the happy expression of Atsushi Nakajima with a smile.Haru Miura sat across from them, ordering a tonkotsu ramen, she tilted her head in confusion when she heard Osamu Dazai's words:

"Mr. Dazai's words are a bit difficult for me to understand, isn't simplicity good?"

She separated the chopsticks and held them in her hands:

"I can be happy simply because I can eat the food I like, and I think it's good."

She took a bite of ramen, and immediately felt that the whole mouth was full of rich and fragrant broth. The light white and rich broth was made from kelp, chicken, bonito, pork bones and other materials. On top of this was a whole A piece of fat and lean pork cartilage, neatly stacked with thin bamboo shoots, shredded green onions, and soft-boiled eggs along the edge of the bowl decorated with seaweed.With the master's rich experience and just the right strength of the ramen, after one bite, the soft and glutinous pork cartilage and the refreshing and springy ramen blend together, the taste is mellow, and the intoxicating deliciousness blooms between the lips and teeth.Haru Miura felt that he was conquered by this incomparable taste from body to heart.The girl couldn't help stretching out her hand to cover half of her cheek, her eyes sparkling:

"Wow! Delicious ramen! Xiaochun is so happy!"

The Ramen Museum is indeed a famous must-go restaurant in Yokohama, because it really has food that can make people feel happy.

"Ah, I didn't expect Miura-san to be as easily satisfied as Atsu-kun."

Osamu Dazai looked at Haruna Miura and Atsushi Nakajima with the same happy expression, with a conniving smile on his face, Haruna Miura took the time to glance at him:

"Mr. Dazai still not eating? It won't taste good after a while."

"Well, I started."

Osamu Dazai smiled at her, then set down his chopsticks, picked up the noodles, and put them in his mouth.A few seconds later, an imperceptible surprise flashed across his usually calm eyes. He put down his chopsticks and looked at the bowl of soba noodles, which looked ordinary on the surface:

"This...is delicious."

He originally thought that all the soba noodles had the same texture and taste and remained the same, but the bowl of soba noodles in front of him unexpectedly had a different taste.

"It must be delicious, Mr. Dazai?"

Miura Haru suddenly looked at him, with a cute smile on his face, Dazai Osamu blinked, and suddenly thought of teasing:

"How do you know it's delicious? What if I'm stunned because it's not delicious?"

"Eh?!"

The girl blinked and smiled:

"Will not."

She winked at Osamu Dazai:

"Hmph, the corners of Dazai-san's mouth turned up just now! I saw Haru!"

The cute girl who called herself Koharu had a smug expression on her face, which made people laugh when they saw it, and Dazai Osamu's heart suddenly softened.

"Hey... Miss Miura..."

He opened his mouth softly, but Miura Haru didn't understand, so:

"Huh? Just call me Xiaochun!"

"Hey...Miss Xiaochun..."

Osamu Dazai changed his words in a good manner, and suddenly put down his chopsticks and took Miura Haru's free hand, showing exactly the same expression that could be called chihan when they first met:

"Please be sure to die with me!"

"Mr. Dazai, calm down!!!"

Haru Miura blushed and broke free with his hand, then lowered his head and patted the noodles, ignoring the convulsive Mr. Osamu Dazai was completely unaffected, eating his soba noodles in a good mood while watching with a smile from time to time With Miura Haru.

At the side, Atsushi Nakajima finally turned his attention back to reality from the ochazuke. When he looked up, he saw Osamu Dazai staring intently at Haru Miura, while the latter was buried in the bowl with red ears. The pure human tiger suddenly He was opened up to Ren Du's second channel:

I shouldn't be here, I should be under the car.

After enjoying a free lunch, Haru Miura bid farewell to the two fellow fans.Watching the back of Haru Miura leaving, Atsushi Nakajima remembered something, and asked Osamu Dazai:

"How did Mr. Dazai and Ms. Koharu meet?"

"Oh? Has Dun-jun suddenly become enlightened? Do you think Miss Xiaochun is cute?"

Osamu Dazai still had a foolish attitude, and the man-tiger boy blushed (outraged):

"Mr. Dazai is thinking too much! I just asked casually!"

"Tsk tsk...Dun Jun, let me teach you a truth: every casual question is a premeditated question."

Osamu Dazai suddenly put away his frivolous appearance, looked at Atsushi Nakajima seriously and said such a sentence, which stunned the young man:

"Is...is that so? Mr. Dazai's words make sense."

He recovered his normal complexion, and solemnly said to his life mentor:

"I will continue to work hard, Dazai-san."

"puff--"

What responded to him was only the smirking face of the brunette youth:

"I lied to you, Dunjun."

"... Mr. Dazai!!!"

Although the weather at noon was warm and sunny, today's Osamu Dazai still loves to bully people so much.

On the other hand, Harun Miura was shopping in a famous pedestrian street. She didn't quite understand why when she came to Yokohama today, she always encountered discounts or queued up for a lottery. The snack shop she was shopping at was also a very famous shop. It is very rare for this store to make a decision of [-]% off the whole site, and there is also a lucky draw.Thinking that many of the men with swords are snack lovers, Haru Miura entered the store without much thought, pushed a shopping cart and started shopping.

Cheetos full flavor discount?purchase!

Meiji chocolate [-]% off sitewide?purchase!

Sizhou seaweed buy one get one free?purchase!

Baichun discount?purchase!

Pretz discount?purchase!

Uji matcha discount?purchase!

Buy buy buy! ! !Today's shopping is all paid by Mr. Miura! ! !

A small mountain was quickly piled up in the shopping cart. Wuyoshi Zhenzong, who was in a backpack but perceived the outside world through Miura Haru's spiritual knowledge, was amazed and deeply felt:

Ji Jun is not far from the edge of collapse, only a stomping distance away.

After sweeping around for a long time, Miura Haru's sanity finally came back, and she suddenly saw the spectacular scene presented by her shopping cart, and three black lines were drawn on her forehead:

Hahaha...seems...a bit too much...ha...

Although Honmaru's living fund has always been sufficient, such things as snacks are consumables after all, so we still need to exercise some restraint.So Haru Miura decided to put some products back in place.

Thinking of this, she started to pull the shopping cart backwards. Suddenly, her back seemed to collide with another person. She stopped quickly and heard a male voice behind her:

"Aww! It hurts..."

She quickly turned around to check the situation, and saw a young man in a brown shawl and an octagonal hat of the same color sitting slumped on the ground, holding a few scattered packets of snacks in his arms, and scattered all around. It was obvious that it was Haru Miura pot.

"Ahh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Sir, Xiaochun will pick it up for you!"

Miura Haru, who knew she had gotten into trouble, quickly squatted down to help pick up the scattered snacks and pile them into a pile. Then she looked at the unlucky gentleman again, only to realize that the young man's eyes were squinted.

Eh? !Can you see clearly like this? !

She suddenly got stuck, and the apology she wanted to say was suddenly blocked in her mouth.

"Are you thinking I can see my way through squinting?"

The handsome squint-eyed young man suddenly spoke, and Miura Haru almost jumped up when he heard his words:

"You...how do you know what Xiaochun is thinking?"

The squint-eyed young man took all the snacks into his arms and said:

"I'm a detective, of course I know what you're thinking."

"Name, name detective?"

Hearing this, Miura Haru looked at the squinting-eyed young man carefully, only to realize that he seemed to have seen him in the information about the Armed Detective Department.

Ranpo Edogawa, with the smartest mind, is the treasure chest of the Armed Detective Agency. As long as he wears his exclusive pair of glasses, even complicated cases can be easily solved.

"you know me."

Edogawa Ranpo suddenly said with certainty, Miura Haru couldn't help shaking, thinking about countermeasures frantically, but the other party didn't seem to care about such small things, he stood up, looked at the shelf in front of him, and said :

"I'm looking for the last flavor of raccoon crispy noodles. If you want to apologize, please help me find it. The only flavor missing is seaweed."

"Hay?!"

Edogawa Ranpo is really amazing, isn't it? ! !

Miura Haru looked at the side face of the young man in shock, his heart was in a mess:

"Muji Moji, if it weren't for the fact that he might not know the existence of Fusangshen, I believe that Mr. Edogawa Ranpo could even infer your existence."

"It's really amazing, Ji Jun."

Little Lucky's voice was still soft.

"Hey, why don't you help me? Seaweed is the most difficult to find, and I can't find it alone."

The voice of Edogawa's random steps came again, and Miura Haru hurriedly ended the conversation with Wuji in the spiritual consciousness, and said "immediately", and walked to the other party to look for him together.

"The seaweed flavor has been out of stock before, and it may not be available today."

Edogawa Ranpo searched and explained to Haru Miura, who blinked:

"Then if you can't find it, will you be disappointed?"

After this sentence was asked, the young man in the hat seemed to think for a while before answering:

"Well, it's not that I'm disappointed, because I've expected it a long time ago. I've always been lucky E when it comes to collecting all-flavored raccoon crispy noodles."

"You can't say that, maybe it will come around sometimes."

Haru Miura comforted him casually, and suddenly a touch of purple hidden between the orange and yellow packaging flashed in front of his eyes.She swallowed her saliva, stretched out her hand and slowly grabbed a corner of the package and took it out, and took a closer look——

Seaweed-flavored raccoon crispy noodles.

"First... sir..."

Her voice was trembling with excitement, and she brought this bag of crispy noodles before Edogawa Ranpo:

"Look, luck has come."

"???"

Edogawa stared at the purple in silence for three seconds, then suddenly opened his eyes, the emerald green was like jade, the most beautiful jade.

"Congratulations, sir."

Haru Miura congratulated, and Ranpo Edogawa narrowed his eyes again, and looked at her:

"Hey, just call me a random walk."

He gathered the crispy noodles in his arms, and looked at the girl who was more excited than him again:

"what your name?"

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'In reasoning, there is no distinction between winners and losers, because there is always only one fact. '

—— Edogawa Ranpo