Dad, he is addicted to raising cubs

Tsukishiro Yukiman, who received the manuscript, said goodbye to Osamu Dazai politely.

——Let's go now?Stop talking to me a few more words?

Osamu Dazai watched helplessly as the other party changed his shoes at the entrance and put the slippers into the shoe cabinet; for the first time, he felt that the sound of the door lock turning was so ruthless, and the person who turned the handle just gave the door away before the door closed. Osamu Dazai smiled, nothing else.

"I must be crazy."

Leaning on the balcony and watching Yuecheng Xueman's figure gradually disappear, Osamu Dazai leaned on the railing and muttered in a low voice. He didn't know how to describe his complicated mood at this time, and the words were exhausted to the extreme.

It stands to reason that Osamu Dazai should be happy to meet an editor who is not attracted by his appearance, actively keeps an appropriate distance from him, does not deliberately alienate him, and does not take the initiative to step into his own world—the ones he met before, always Trying to get his attention with lame means.

He actually doesn't mind playing with each other.

He gave the bait to lure these people to bite, and when the other party thought that he had successfully lived in Dazai Osamu's heart and could embrace the beauty back, he made a report call and called the president's mobile phone, and at the same time, he gave a , and exhaustive evidence of editorial harassment of him as an author.

Too boring little trick.

Osamu Dazai commented in this way.

I will not be offended if someone does not offend me, if someone offends me... I'm sorry, I can only ask you to die on the spot - with this attitude, Osamu Dazai sent the first three editors away.He thought that the one who was sent later was also that kind of idiot, but Xueman's performance was beyond his expectation.

"Ok?"

The small card with Xueman's name printed on it rotated between two fingers, very suddenly, Osamu Dazai's eyes were attracted by a string of numbers on the business card, different from the print on the front, the newly written one on the back was obviously Xue Full personal phone.

There is also written next to it, if you need to find him during the break, you can call this.

They all say that their words are like their own, but Xueman's words are not as easy and gentle as he makes people feel.Osamu Dazai's fingertips flicked lightly over the string of numbers without taking out his phone. This number and the person Yuecheng Xueman were all stored in his brain, waiting for the owner to read.

"Being so good, you're not the same as others."

Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue, and casually threw the business card in the corner.

But five minutes later, he returned the same way, picked up the business card, and put it in the book he was reading recently.

Probably never seen an editor who could get the manuscript from Osamu Dazai so smoothly and quickly. Xueman's new boss was so moved that he just wanted to hold his hand and cry.

Of course, Xueman declined the president's enthusiasm. He returned to his desk on the pretext that he still had unfinished work, opened a document casually, pretended to be working hard, and began to concentrate on running errands.

——I finally saw it.

He sighed contentedly in his heart.

How difficult it was for this day to come... Xueman thought about it, but it wasn't too difficult.After graduating from university, he entered the publishing house with the best reputation in the market with excellent grades. In just two years, he went from an unknown person to one that was looted by many authors.

Others have only seen the author's superior achievements brought out by Xueman, but most of this is due to his ability to press manuscripts that no one can replicate.

As long as Xueman sits there and looks over, no matter how stubbornly he drags the manuscript, the author who drags to the death line and wants to struggle again will cover his tearful conscience and obediently sit in front of the computer to catch up with the progress .

In the end, the glorious achievements in the past became a springboard, allowing Xueman to contact Dazai Osamu in an open and aboveboard manner as an editor.

Although the eggs are delicious, there is no need to meet the hen that lays the eggs, but as Dazai Osamu's loyal book fan, it is also for the person who fell in love with Dazai Osamu at first sight at the signing event. Two years of preparation is not long, and the goal is achieved is important.

But to Xueman's surprise, the apartment he rented after changing jobs was on the same floor as Osamu Dazai.

This is fate~

Yuecheng Xueman squinted happily.

He has practiced the ability to focus on two tasks for many years, even if his mind is full of Dazai Osamu's books, it still does not prevent him from processing work at an abnormal speed in the eyes of others.

For the employees of the small publishing house, Yuecheng Xueman, who came from elsewhere, is a person who can only look up to; not to mention that he succeeded from the recognized difficult Mr. After getting the manuscript, Xueman almost turned into a god, shining on everything.

When it was time to get off work, Xueman closed the computer, tidied up the desk, and said goodbye to the colleagues around him.

He went to the supermarket near the apartment to buy things. When passing by the shelves with coffee beans, Xueman thought about it, took the most expensive bottle, and prepared to go home and practice a few more times.

I think Dazai-sensei likes drinking coffee~

There was a slight smile on the corner of Xueman's mouth.

After that, every Wednesday from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] p.m. became the default time for Tsukishiro Yukiman and Dazai Osamu.

One person drinks coffee for the other; manuscripts, one person writes for the other to read... Without cooperation, the two have a tacit understanding that ordinary people never have.

Xueman would occasionally put forward some suggestions of his own on the content of the manuscript. Although Osamu Dazai was jumping with anger, he obediently considered Xueman's opinion and made some changes that he could accept.

Every time after editing, Osamu Dazai would complain to Yukiman, real men never look back at Bo/bo, and real authors never go back to revise articles, unless it is a typo.

"It takes shape the moment it is written. It has its own vitality. I am just an observer responsible for recording and should not modify it."

"But not all readers can understand your thoughts, teacher."

Xueman tilted his head, his bangs rested on his smooth forehead, and the tail swayed slightly, "Because I like Mr. Dazai very much, I hope that Mr. Dazai can be seen by more people and fall in love with him... …sorry, I meant your text."

"……if not!"

Can it be anything other than text!

Osamu Dazai felt that his face was on fire, he quickly walked to the refrigerator, took out the cold bottled water from it, and stuck it directly on his face.

Yuecheng Xueman... Is this man conscious?

No wonder so many authors want to sleep with him, and some people started a bet on who can win Yuecheng Xueman... Impossible, he is my editor now, don't even think about it.

The possessiveness in his eyes flashed past, Osamu Dazai paused, his expression became somewhat complicated.

"Mr. Dazai, are you still used to eating the rice balls I made for you last time?"

Xueman took the fresh-keeping box out of the bag, with a shy smile in his smile, "This is newly made today, if you don't mind, you can take it for tomorrow's breakfast."

"Use the microwave oven for 30 seconds, and the sandwiched cheese will turn into a runny state."

"Understood, you can go now."

Osamu Dazai took a cigarette in his mouth and waved away the guests.

Xueman couldn't understand how the person who was talking to him just now turned his face and turned his face away in seconds - he could only attribute the problem to Mr. Dazai's dislike of cheese flow heart, and decided to make the rice balls in the traditional style next time , Stop watching videos on the Internet to be creative.

"Then I'll go first."

Nodding goodbye to Osamu Dazai, Yukiman, like before, put on his coat and took his briefcase and left.

The room returned to the state where he was alone, and Osamu Dazai let the smoke drift away.

——Are you so considerate to every author?

He was almost about to say this vinegary sentence; almost, he was about to walk up to Xueman's side and hold the other's hand with the excuse of holding rice balls.

"It's so weird."

Osamu Dazai said to himself, "How could I have become so strange."

Tsukishiro Yukiman wondered if Osamu Dazai had discovered the fact that his family was also in this building.

It's better not to be discovered by Mr. Dazai.

Sighing in his heart, Xueman knew that once he was discovered, his perverted identity of harassing the author and stalking the other party would not be able to escape.So every time he left Dazai's house, he would choose to have a slightly extravagant dinner at a nearby restaurant.

At the same time, it was also a celebration, and he spent another afternoon happily with Mr. Dazai.

Oh, today is not a happy day.

Perhaps it was because the disappointment on his face was too obvious, the boss who was familiar with him specially fried an extra egg and put it on his plate, the sizzling steak next to the fried egg exuded a tempting aroma.

Xueman smiled slightly at the boss, accepting his concern.

"Why, is the guest broken in love?"

The owner of the restaurant who has been in business for decades can be said to have sharp eyes, and he can see something is wrong with Xueman at a glance, "Let's have a glass of wine to relieve your worries, there is nothing difficult to overcome in this world."

"It's not lovelorn."

Xueman scratched her cheek in embarrassment, "To be precise, I don't even have the courage to confess to the other party."

Osamu Dazai, who rarely left the house to look for food, happened to hear this sentence.

His eyes darkened, and the jealousy gushing out of his heart was about to shatter his sanity.

"who is it."

Osamu Dazai pulled out the chair, sat next to Xueman, and asked in a calm tone, "We are friends after all, why haven't you heard about this person before?"

There was no ups and downs in his question.

"……teacher?!"

Xueman became nervous instantly, "Why are you here?"

His reaction just confirmed that the person mentioned just now has a very high status in Xueman's heart.

"You left the lunch box behind."

Osamu Dazai casually found a reason, "I saw you walking this way upstairs, and I wanted to come over to try my luck. Fortunately, I found you at the first store..."

"I also heard that you have someone you like."

The corners of his lips curled into a seductive arc, and Osamu Dazai lowered his voice, whispering like a demon, "So, who is that person?"

The author has something to say: To be honest, it was really difficult to write this episode. It took me three chapters to write one chapter.

How big a hole I dug for myself OTL, now I regret it and it’s too late for OTL

About three chapters to finish a line, the main line is to fall in love, and everything else will stand aside (hey

Then there is the IF line that I want to write (but may not necessarily write): Bamboo horse/teacher/student/bartender/doctor/mafia/entertainment/cultivation/small animal...

This is just a keyword, you can open your mind in the comments, if you hit me, I will write it too!