Dad, he is addicted to raising cubs

The mobile phone kept pouring out words of apology.

Listening to those clichés, Osamu Dazai went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. The brown liquid in the cup was only half filled with one-third of the sugar cubes, and poured again, which almost overflowed. Come the milk.

He doesn't like bitterness, but he likes the aroma of coffee.

He also doesn't like sweetness, but after trying to add things like chili oil, vinegar, and soy sauce... Osamu Dazai has to admit that sugar and milk are the best match for coffee.

Leaning close to the edge of the cup and blowing, Dazai Osamu, who has a cat's tongue that is extremely afraid of being hot, has to be careful to take a sip.

After he drank half of his glass, the chatter on the phone finally came to an end.

"Tomorrow we will send a new editor, Dazai-sensei, I assure you, there will never be anything like this in the future..."

"What if it happens again?"

The cup was placed on the corner of the coffee table, and the warm liquid was still continuously spreading the bitter and burnt aroma to the surroundings. Osamu Dazai stretched his body like a cat, his voice became more lazy and barely audible, "This is the third time I've heard you say that."

The air froze for a while, and it was the third time that the president who had dealt with the editor's harassment of the author could only apologize and smile bitterly. Even if Osamu Dazai couldn't see it, he could still imagine the image of the other party bowing non-stop.

"But for the sake of our happy cooperation in the past two years... there are only three things."

Without waiting for the other party's reply, Osamu Dazai hung up the phone.He poured his unfinished coffee down the drain, put the cups in the sink, and joined the previous 22 for a football team.

When the new editor arrives tomorrow, let him clean up the pile of cups first.

Dazai Zhizhi thought confidently.

As a cash cow of a small publishing house, Osamu Dazai still has this privilege—it’s just that some people think this is an invitation, and they try to step on the threshold and integrate into Osamu Dazai’s life step by step.

Osamu Dazai, on the other hand, hated this kind of transgression.

If Osamu Dazai is a legend among authors, he won a lot of awards after debuting as a rookie, and his published books have been reprinted many times, which can't stop the enthusiasm of readers.That Yuecheng Xueman stands out among the editors, no matter who the author he is in charge of, he will reach the pinnacle of life after he takes over.

In addition, Yuecheng Xueman is also a monster with full professional ability, no one can pick a word.

But no one thought that after the contract with the previous publishing house expired, such a person would jump to a small company that is unknown and only one author can be drawn out.

"Because my favorite writer is there."

Xueman replied to all those who came to inquire with the same reason.

He took the note with Dazai Osamu's home address from the president's hand, his expression changed slightly.The president who is bald on one side of his head is still telling Xueman not to disturb Mr. Dazai's personal life. If it weren't for the kindness of the other party, after the first incident of editorial harassment, their publishing house would be on the hot search up.

"I understand."

Picking a suitable time, Yuecheng Xueman interrupted the president, he looked at the time, said that if he didn't leave, he would miss the agreed time, and left the company logically.

About half an hour later, Tsukishiro Yukiman stood in front of Dazai Osamu's house.

He rang the doorbell and waited for another half a minute; after repeating it three times, Xueman finally heard the footsteps coming from far and near at the door, as well as the impatient inquiry.

"Hi Dazai-sensei, I am your new editor, Tsukishiro Yukiman."

Xueman handed in the prepared business card through the crack of the door, and stood at the door waiting patiently.

Osamu Dazai looked at the thin card in his hand and raised his eyebrows, and gave the new editor a high score of 80 in his heart: the voice and name are good, and it is the type he likes.

"Please come in."

He opened the door openly, and Dazai couldn't help but squinted after Yuecheng Xueman's whole body was reflected in his pupils, "Is the ten o'clock sun so dazzling?"

Yuecheng Xueman, whose back was facing the light, seemed to be wearing a robe embroidered with gold thread, shining brightly.

"Then the next time I visit, I will make an appointment with you, teacher, for the afternoon." Xueman smiled slightly, "The sunset in the evening is very gentle and won't make you feel uncomfortable."

Osamu Dazai snorted softly and walked towards the living room. He threw himself on the sofa covered with soft pillows, and maintained the same posture until Yukiman came in before moving his neck a little.

"There's coffee in the kitchen."

His chin raised, and he nodded towards the kitchen, "Not too sweet or too bitter, and remember to wash all the cups in the sink."

If it were someone else, who would be so arrogant to a stranger they met for the first time, they would have their head knocked off; but on Osamu Dazai, everything is just right.His domineering attitude is equivalent to acting like a baby in Xueman's eyes.

The cat with its teeth and claws is flicking its tail and asking the breeder to deliver the dried fish. Can that be called an order?

"Okay... I mean, wait a minute."

Yuecheng Xueman nodded, and entered the kitchen without any dissatisfaction or hesitation.He is probably also a coffee drinker, his movements are skillful and smooth, and after a while, the intoxicating aroma wafts out.

Osamu Dazai, who smelled the fragrance but couldn't drink it, was so anxious that he seemed to have a hundred little claws scratching his heart, and was doubting his life.

He likes the taste of coffee, and because he is not short of money, he bought a top-quality product that is rare in the market, and it should be delicious; but this fragrance is too overbearing, so overbearing that it makes Dazai Osamu think that this new editor is talking about coffee. Something special was added to it, which transformed the coffee beans he was used to.

"I kept you waiting."

Tsukishiro Yukiman came over with a tray - Osamu Dazai didn't even know there was such a thing in his house - he pointed the side of the heavy mug with a handle towards Dazai.

"It's hot, please be careful." Xueman reminded softly.

"You..." Don't you drink?

Osamu Dazai quickly swallowed his words, he was surprised that he would care about whether a stranger drinks coffee or not.He didn't realize that the wall between himself and others was slowly collapsing from an invisible angle.

The coffee must be delicious, it must be.

He took a sip of the coffee, just as he had requested before, the sweetness and bitterness in the cup reached a perfect balance, even Dazai Osamu couldn't make such a cup that suits his heart.

Yukiman returned to the kitchen after serving the coffee to Osamu Dazai, cleaning the cup that had been soaking for a while.The sound of splashing water, and the sound of the brush touching the wall of the cup jumped in the room.Osamu Dazai had the urge to stick his head out to look at the other party, but he resisted it.

——This editor has a strange magic power.

On a rare occasion, Osamu Dazai opened the writers group, and sent a message asking if anyone knew Yuecheng Xueman.After a 30-second pause, the silent group messages frantically swiped, and at the same time, a small box for private chat popped up.

"Wow, still a celebrity."

He gave a small sigh of emotion, surprised by the popularity of the other party.

When Xueman cleaned up all the cups and tidied up the kitchen again, he saw Osamu Dazai clattering and typing with his hands on his phone.The appearance of the other party pouring all his attention into it made Xueman sigh in his heart, if only Mr. Dazai could devote his enthusiasm to rushing the manuscript.

Of course, he didn't come to visit to wash the cups, and he also shouldered the heavy responsibility of getting the next issue of the series.

Thinking of the tearful expression of the president, holding his hand, begging him to get the manuscript, Xueman felt a headache.

"Teacher Dazai."

Xueman reminded Osamu Dazai, who was addicted to his mobile phone, "Have you finished this week's manuscript?"

Osamu Dazai froze.

"As for the manuscript, just write whatever you want." He tried to quibble, but under Xueman's gentle and honest gaze, Osamu Dazai had to admit the fact that he hadn't moved a single word.

"Then what mobile phone are you still playing with here?"

Yuecheng Xueman's smile became even more gentle, "Today is the deadline, I think I should be able to get the next issue of manuscripts from you before I leave, right?"

Osamu Dazai wanted to struggle again.

An author who does not delay the manuscript is not a good author, he is just doing his duty as an author.

"I have no inspiration." Dazai Osamu nonsense, "Inspiration is all illusory, who knows when it will appear and when it will disappear..."

"Really?" Xueman pulled out the phone from Osamu Dazai's hand, and put it upside down on the coffee table, "Then I'll wait for it to come with you, Mr. Dazai, how about it?"

He sat quietly opposite Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai saw his reflection reflected in Yukiman's pupils.Being watched with such quiet and affectionate eyes... After only 5 minutes, Osamu Dazai became restless.

"I write, I can't write."

He felt like a scumbag who had betrayed Xueman's feelings. He was ashamed and could only hide in the study to avoid the other party's sight, "I promise to hand over the manuscript to you today."

"Then I will trouble you Dazai-sensei."

The smile on Xueman's lips deepened, "Do you still need coffee? Or do you want to eat something else? It's almost noon, the teacher probably hasn't eaten yet."

"……casual."

Osamu Dazai slammed the door of the study room, and reluctantly sat in front of the computer. Every time he typed a line, he wanted to rush out and say that I would not write!However, before his hand touched the handle, he retracted back into the chair, sighed, and continued writing the previous plot.

——Why are you so dishonest!

Spit on himself, Osamu Dazai watched the printer spit out the freshly baked text one by one, he handed the manuscript to Xueman, and unsurprisingly, he got an appreciative look from the other party.

"I knew Dazai-sensei that you would definitely be able to do it."

"Of course, don't look at who I am."

Dazai is gone.

The author has something to say: The IF version of the extra episode is more difficult than I imagined... I feel like I dug a hole for myself, and now I can’t do it without dancing QAQ

I don't know how you guys feel about this extravaganza?

If I think it’s ok, I’ll continue to write like this, there are still a lot of IF lines to write... because new brain holes are generated every day_(:зゝ∠)_

I am a person who listens to everyone's opinions very well. If you want to be sweet, I will sweeten it. I am super sweet!

Then I rolled it to the pre-collection next door for collection, the ghost king's book is good for everyone, isn't it delicious in the group pet Shura field qaq, the male protagonist can also suck blood!