I'm such a big son

The journey back to Haneda Airport was as uneventful as when it arrived. When the plane finally landed, it happened to be the early morning in District [-]. Rimbaud, who was completely dizzy with jet lag, led his accompanying assistant and two teenagers to leave the airport. The sun rose into the sky and couldn't help shivering.

"It's so cold...why do we have autumn and winter..."

The three black suits looked up through their sunglasses at the young ladies in short-sleeved short skirts showing their thighs on the street, and once again understood from the side what it means to say that "most people with supernatural powers are mentally abnormal."

Even though the sun was so warm that he could sweat, Mr. Lantang was shaking like fallen leaves in early winter. This is too exaggerated.

Nakahara Chuya, who has been wearing short-sleeved clothes from the beginning to the end, who is very energetic, Dazai Osamu, who is wrapped in bandages and insists on wearing a shirt and tie, and Rimbaud, who is shivering in a shirt, vest, suit and woolen black coat. How the four seasons appear at the same time.

"any drinks?"

They randomly found a beverage shop with seats and sat down. Rimbaud pointed to hot cocoa and said that he must have some hot drinks or he would not be able to survive today anyway. The black-haired boy next to him patted the table and untied his tie: "Please, please." There you go, ice cream and smoothie, thanks."

The orange-haired boy "da da da" who was not affected by the geographical displacement at all ran away, Rimbaud rubbed his hands and began to drive away: "You three, return to the port to meet the boss with the newly drawn agreement, as written in the specific situation report It's very clear. By the way, tell the boss for me, starting today I'm going on vacation!"

The three assistants were silent.

You still have a holiday!The serious work is completed in one day, and the rest of the time is either fishing or wandering, and no one can be seen. How can the real social animals feel so embarrassed? !

It's a pity that they didn't dare to raise any objections. They bowed their heads respectfully and asked for instructions: "Where do you plan to go on vacation? If the boss asks, you have to explain."

This is true, the dignified PortMafia cadres can't run away without saying hello, that's not called vacation, that's called defection...

Rimbaud squinted at his son who was running back with a pile of drinks in the distance, and snorted softly: "Going and serving is part of the agreement. I don't forget to work while on vacation. I am really dedicated."

I was so dedicated that I was almost moved to tears.

Soon he returned to the crowd, he threw three cans of soft drinks to the black suits, and the ice cream and sorbet that Osamu Dazai requested floated onto the table in front of him by himself.Zhong Ye handed the hot cocoa to Rimbaud with his own hands. Seeing her trembling and warming her hands while holding the porcelain cup that could burn people to death, and even took a sip, she felt that she was not well: "Hey... are you okay? Have a cold?"

Rimbaud, who seemed a little cute for no reason, shook his head while sniffing the smell of hot cocoa: "No, it's cold, can't you feel it?"

"How do you feel! You say it's cold in such a big sun? You should go to the hospital to see you!"

Occasionally, when the caregiver suddenly became unreliable, Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed: "I told you, don't pretend that you are fine when you are not feeling well."

"No, I'm fine, don't go to the hospital, thank you."

She firmly stated that she had no problems, and the background sound was Osamu Dazai's wailing as he pulled his tie and the heat almost melted: "Why is it still so hot in November..."

"If you think it's too hot, don't wrap such a thick bandage and don't wear so many!"

"No, I'm fine, don't remove the bandage, thank you."

Someone said exactly what Miss Rimbaud said, [-]% natural and intentional.

A nameless fire hit his heart, and Zhongya squeezed the carbonated drink in his hand, his face was dangerous: "You two, if you want to go to the hospital and lie down, just say so!"

Rimbaud drank a big gulp of hot cocoa and blinked without saying a word. Osamu Dazai picked up the slush with ice cream balls on it and smiled at him: "Thank you~"

You might as well shut up and play dumb!

"I'm going to visit Bingsheng, you two go back to Yokohama to continue my studies, if I come back and see who fails the test...hehehehe."

Rimbaud hugged the hot cocoa and almost sighed. Chuya wanted to say that I would follow, otherwise you would not know where he was going. Osamu Dazai kicked him under the table in time and squeezed his eyes. The orange-haired boy realized to their plot on the plane.

Hmm... It is indeed easier to operate when Rimbaud himself is not around.

"Bingsheng, right? Then I'll go to see you on the weekend, and don't answer the phone then."

He walked around behind Rimbaud and saw with sharp eyes that a few hairs had fallen off and stuck to the coat.The young man stretched out his hand and gestured several times, and finally picked up one, pinched it in his hand thinking that it was unobtrusive, and took a step back.Rimbaud, who knew he was running behind but didn't know what the hell he was doing, shrank his neck lazily and didn't care.

After drinking the drinks, the group of six separated and moved in two directions. The three men in black suits accompanied the two teenagers back to Yokohama. Rimbaud went alone and fulfilled the agreement with Sawada Iemitsu.

……

Mr. Lantang’s trip to Europe was brilliant. He not only recovered important arms, but also achieved a very generous partner treatment. Those who report back can be expected to be warmly welcomed by Mr. Mori, so the three are actually useless.” The assistant happily waited on the two young masters on the Shinkansen and set off for Yokohama.

Sure enough, when the five arrived at the port building, it was Miss Hongye who was waiting outside to pick them up.It has to be said that this is absolute preferential treatment for ordinary members.The men in the black suits had something to say when they met the BOSS, but they tried hard to describe the time when Rimbaud disappeared with his adopted sons as a process of hard work... how else could they say it?Do you have to report to the BOSS that they ate so well and lived so well in Italy that they almost didn't want to come back.

"It's hard work everyone, go back and have a good rest. If necessary, I will send someone to summon me."

The good news put Mr. Mori in a very beautiful mood. After letting go of his black suit, he turned his head and chatted with Chuya very amiably, and finally left Osamu Dazai for questioning alone.

"Does this extra trip make you feel you've been treated fairly, boy?"

The middle-aged man was sitting behind the desk, full of smiles and personable but not warm.

Osamu Dazai found a chair and sat in it quite casually: "How can there be any fairness at all... Zhong is also his own, I picked it up in the trash can, huh... But, I have figured out what is going on in Pengo Li's headquarters." The structure is worthwhile. In addition, Rimbaud has unimaginable influence on European organizations, and she is not a pawn that can act rashly."

"So, ah... I'm very sad. In Dazai-kun's eyes, am I a villain who will take advantage of women and children by any means?"

Mr. Sen tilted his head in frustration, looking as innocent as possible, but the black-haired boy looked at him as if asking: Aren't you such a scum?

"Really, well, forget it. In short, the result was better than expected, Mr. Lantang is indeed a minister of the humerus as I imagined, the process and means are not important... By the way, I saw the coat on you , Rantang-kun's? I was going to give you my coat, but now it seems that I don't need it. And... welcome to PortMafia, Dazai-kun."

"Hey hey~"

——I am tired of hearing this sentence.

The black-haired boy waved his hands boredly: "Can I go back and rest? Don't be discouraged, Mr. Sen... This trip I have experienced the double torture of spirit and body that others can't empathize with at all. Probably only the vitality is as strong as it is." People who are slug-like and glistening have nerves that go back to normal in two or three days."

Faced with such childish complaints, Mori Ogai responded with a generous smile unique to adults: "It seems that something is different, Dazai-kun, but I think this is a pretty good change. It seems that you I have become good friends with Zhongye-kun, I think Lantang-kun will be very pleased."

"Which eye do you see that we have a good relationship? In Nakaya's eyes, I'm probably just a mangosteen petal that has rotted but pretends that I'm not rotten and insists on squeezing it in a nutshell..."

He seemed to read a long series of meaningless bits and pieces, and left with the middle-aged man's tolerant smile.

Oda Sakunosuke drove the car and waited in the square. Nakahara Nakaya was already asleep in the back seat. He sat in the passenger seat without hesitation, fastened his seat belt and greeted his friend with a hum: "Yo, Odasaku, I'm back."

"Well... welcome back, you seem to be in a much better mood, and the trip probably went very well."

It seems that the vicissitudes of life have changed in a month. The young man of several colors is still wearing his sand-colored coat, and when Dazai Osamu sits firmly, he starts the car and drives slowly onto the road.

"Hey, Odasaku, is my change obvious? Just now Mr. Mori boasted so much, oops, I'll be embarrassed~"

If it were someone else, he would definitely be disgusted, but Oda Sakunosuke responded honestly as if he couldn't get the slot at all: "Is it, I always feel that you can make people feel a little more at ease now, don't worry about what should be done." When will I prepare the funeral gift money... I'm a little tight recently, and I'm afraid I won't be able to spend much."

"...Odasaku, even I never expected to hear such an answer..."

The black-haired boy tapped the center of his eyebrows with one hand, showing a rare expression of helplessness: "How is the novel going?"

"Probably... I have a clue."

Sakunosuke Oda saw the traffic lights start to flash, so he slowed down very honestly, and waited until the green light turned red to stop firmly at the stop line.

"To be honest, maybe there are too many ideas, and I don't know which one to realize first. When I really pick up the pen, I feel that there is nothing to write about. It is nothing more than ordinary and trivial things in life."

"What do you do when we're away?"

He has always wanted to ask this, the plot that he could only watch through the dimensional wall.

However, it is impossible for Odasaku to answer "recovering corpses, mediating, and dismantling bombs" this time. He is the deputy of a cadre, and when the boss is away, he has to complete her work for her alone.