They all think I'm a boss

From that day on, every morning when Fujikawa went to Haibin Boulevard for morning exercises, he could almost run into the boy with iris-purple hair. It's normal.

Perhaps it was stimulated by Fujikawa Toki's phrase "the physique is too weak". From time to time, the boy would wear a khaki sportswear and run with him in the morning. Although he looks weak, his physical strength is not bad at all. When I was with Fujikawa, I ran five laps around the seaside boulevard, and I only sweated a little, and my breathing didn't become disordered. If it wasn't for him, he still had to rush to school, and it would be no problem to finish ten laps.

This changed Fujikawa's impression of him.

After getting along with each other for the past few days, Fujikawa Toki learned that the boy's name was Yukimura Seichi, and he was the head of the Tennis Department of the High School Affiliated to Likai University.

The young man is not a talkative person, he has been running quietly all the time while running, and only opened his mouth to say hello to Fujikawa Toki when he was about to leave after five laps at the beginning of the run.

"Ah, speaking of which, I heard Chiya mention that Mr. Fujikawa visited our school's cultural festival before."

This day, Yukimura ran five laps around the seaside boulevard as usual. Originally, he was supposed to go to school with his schoolbag at this time, but while wiping his sweat, he remembered something Kirihara told him in the ward earlier.

"Ah."

Fujikawa nodded, but the cultural festival was canceled halfway through due to the presence of a certain elementary school student detective with the surname Edogawa.

"Yesterday, the teacher mentioned the cultural festival in the class, and said that if there are no accidents, it will be held again in October."

Yukimura folded the towel after wiping off his sweat and put it in his schoolbag, then he began to smile and look at the black-haired young man opposite him.

"At that time, the tennis club will also have a program. Mr. Fujikawa, if you have time, please come and watch it."

Fujikawa bowed his head and pondered for a moment. He had promised Dagger and Wakizashi that he would go there again if their school’s cultural festival was held again.

Thinking of this, he nodded and agreed to the boy's invitation, "Okay."

The smile on the corner of the boy's mouth was even bigger, "Then make an appointment. After I go back, I will urge Akaya and the others to rehearse carefully. On the day of the cultural festival, Mr. Fujikawa will definitely see a program that satisfies you."

At this moment, Kirihara-san, who was still sleeping in dreamland, suddenly shuddered.

……

After Yukimura left, Fujikawa continued to run the remaining five laps. At this time, the sun had risen, and the number of people on the beach gradually increased. When doing morning exercises on the seaside boulevard, Fujikawa often saw many middle-aged men. Carry a foldable small bench with you, sit on the beach and catch fish.

These people often sit here for a whole day, from morning to night, except for taking a break and having a simple lunch in the middle, they are basically staring at the calm sea with a fishing rod in a daze, the strong ultraviolet rays and the salty sea breeze Tanned their exposed skin.

But these people fish purely out of hobbies. When Fujikawa first ran around the seaside boulevard, the buckets they brought were empty. With half a bucket of seawater and a few pitiful seaweeds, and not even a shrimp crawler, I was lonely after fishing for half a day.

"Hey, the little brother who runs very fast over there, it's so boring to just stand there and watch, why don't you come and try it?"

These days, Fujikawa Toki would come to this seaside boulevard regularly for morning jogging every morning, and the uncles fishing here were almost familiar with this black-haired young man who was always wearing a black sportswear and a white fox mask.

Because he always runs quietly when he runs, unlike some people, he also carries a Bluetooth speaker with him when he runs, and he plays loud rock music while running. The music scares me away.So these uncles and uncles all had a good impression of Fujikawa, and now seeing that he had finished his morning run, they warmly greeted him to come and fish with them.

Anyway, there is nothing to do when I go back now, so Fujikawa simply walked over to them and watched them. It happened that an uncle received a call from home at this time and wanted to go back, so he asked Fujikawa to take care of him first. return.

Most of the uncles fishing here are very cheerful. Not long after Fujikawa sat down, the uncle next to him poked his head over and talked to him. After learning that Fujikawa Toki was fishing for the first time, he still Quite enthusiastically taught him some fishing tips.

"The most important thing about fishing is to be patient. A novice like you who is fishing for the first time may not be able to catch a fish if he sits here for a whole day, so..."

Before the uncle finished speaking, the fishing rod in Fujikawa Toki's hand suddenly moved, and the other end of the fishing rod was sinking continuously, causing a large white splash on the originally calm sea.

Seeing this, the uncle next to him didn't bother to continue popularizing the fishing knowledge with him. He immediately said that a fish had taken the bait and urged him to draw up the line quickly. Fujikawa obviously felt a burst of resistance when pulling up the line. It means that the thing on the end of the hook is quite heavy.

The uncles fishing around obviously also noticed the movement here, and put down their fishing rods one after another and moved towards this side.

"I have been fishing for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen such a big movement"

"I'm sure I can catch a big guy, at least at the level of a golden-eyed bream."

"No, I don't think it could be tuna."

"Stupid, where did the tuna come from at the seaside? Why didn't you mention sharks?"

"Hahaha, I was just kidding."

When these uncles were chatting, their eyes were firmly fixed on the fishing rod in Fujikawa Toki's hand. They all wanted to know what this black-haired young man, who was fishing for the first time, would drop onto it.

After putting away the fishing line, Fujikawa Toki held the slender fishing rod in his hand and lifted it up vigorously. Everyone held their breath and stared at the other end of the fishing rod motionlessly.

What hangs on the sharp fishhook is not the golden-eyed sea bream or shad that everyone guessed before, let alone tuna or sharks. To be precise, what hangs on the fishhook is not even a fish, no matter from which angle you look at it , which is all one person.

Everyone was shocked, thinking that Fujikawa had fished a corpse from the sea, they took out their mobile phones from their pockets and wanted to call the police.

"There's no need to call the police."

When everyone panicked, the person who fished the "corpse" from the sea was quite calm.

"It's just that I caught a strange fish and just threw it back into the sea."

"Strange fish? No matter how you look at it, it's all alone..."

The middle-aged uncle who was enthusiastic about teaching fishing skills to Fujikawa just now pointed at the things hanging on the hook in confusion. No matter how you look at it, it is a man wearing a sand-colored windbreaker.

"This is the fish."

Fujikawa Toki looked at the black-haired youth hanging on the hook and responded calmly.

"This is salted fish. It's not tasty and can easily infect people. The best way to deal with it is to throw it back into the sea."

A middle-aged uncle: "..."

This sounds like nonsense. He has been fishing here for so many years. When has he heard of salted fish?

But just when he was about to take out his mobile phone and call the police, the "corpse" hanging on the fishing rod suddenly opened his eyes and greeted the group of fishing enthusiasts on the opposite side.

"Hello, I'm Salted Fish."

"Fucking cheating corpse!"

The corpse suddenly opened its eyes and spoke, which frightened the crowd of onlookers so much that their heart almost jumped out of their throats.

"You, you, are you alive?!"

The middle-aged uncle just now was a little more courageous. He was looking at the black-haired young man hanging on the other end of the fishing rod with a look of horror at the moment, and his voice was trembling.

"Of course, the vitality of salted fish is very tenacious."

The black-haired youth said in a rather proud tone.

"Ah, but if Ah Shi doesn't let me down, I might be strangled to death by my clothes."

The black-haired young man shook a few times in mid-air, Fujikawa Toki's fishhook was just hanging on the collar of his shirt. Slowly suffocating, the kind-hearted middle-aged uncle hurriedly reminded Fujikawa to put him down, otherwise it would probably become a murder if it continues like this.

"Are you going to release him?"

Fujikawa Toki raised his head and asked.

"No, no, no, put him back on the ground. By the way, you are not planning to release him. You obviously want to drown him."

The middle-aged uncle said speechlessly.

Fujikawa shook his head, and somewhat reluctantly tore off the black-haired youth hanging from the fishhook.

"I'm not interested in drowning him, he's looking for death."

"If you can, I hope you can call this 'suicide', after all, the word 'court death' does not fit my aesthetics."

Dazai said with a smile.

He was caught from the sea when he was just caught by Fujikawa, and there was no dry place on his whole body, and all the clothes on his body were wet and stuck to his skin, making his already thin body even thinner, disheveled in the past At this moment, his black hair is sticking to his forehead obediently, and the water drops from the ends of his hair drip down to the ground along his thin chin, leaving traces of wetness everywhere he goes, which looks more How embarrassing is as embarrassing as it is.

"The way you look now has nothing to do with the word 'aesthetics'."

Fujikawa Toki responded blankly.

"As expected of Ah Shi, his words always hit the nail on the head."

Dazai sneezed suddenly after saying this, and the enthusiastic uncle on the side looked at him with some concern, "You'd better go back and change into clean clothes, it won't be good if you catch a cold."

"Ah, thank you for your concern, but my physique has always been very good. I won't get sick at this level, although the way to die after a cold, fever, protracted pneumonia, and finally dying sounds good."

He waved his hands indifferently, then lowered his head and twisted the seawater soaked clothes on his body.

The honest and enthusiastic uncle didn't understand the meaning of his words. When he turned his head and looked at Fujikawa next to him in a daze, "What is he talking about? Why can't I understand?"

"do not know."

Fujikawa said indifferently, "Humans can't understand what Xianyu is saying."