one year later.

Ability Secret Service Building.

Osamu Dazai, who had grown a lot taller, slumped down on the extended sofa that was incompatible with the serious overtime working atmosphere around him.

He shrank his legs into a ball and rolled around on the sofa.

"Thinking about Yano, thinking about Yano, without what Yano sucks, I will die lonely..."

The fluffy and curly hair became messy due to the tumbling action, and the pretty iris-colored eyes couldn't help showing a look of resentment.

"Why does the business trip take so long..."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his voice, and looked at Ango Sakaguchi, who was sitting in front of the computer and constantly fed the data, with great resentment, seeing him with pain on his back.

Ango Sakaguchi had to stop the work at hand, pushed his glasses, and couldn't restrain himself from complaining.

"How many jobs have you taken over in the past month? How many reports have you written? It's too much to leave most of your tasks to others."

He was suffocated as one of the others.

Osamu Dazai has been out of personnel affairs for a whole month, and he put on a look of looking at his wife every day, ignoring everything about work.

Not only him, Kitamura, Koguri Sotaro, Akutagawa, Atsushi, and even Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who Dazai disliked, were all forced into a job that did not belong to him, and each one was arranged clearly.

Even the unlucky Osamu Dazai dragged Oda Saku into the pit of the civilian staff of the Supernatural Secret Service.

Odasaku, who raised five children, was forcibly granted the status of a civil servant of the Secret Service by him. Considering that it would be beneficial for the children to go to school in the future, Odasaku was successfully fooled and became a conscientious newcomer and social animal.

Now, Odasaku is on a business trip with Chief Fengxin.

This is probably one of the reasons for Dazai's uproar.

The old father followed his lover (probably) and left him to go out alone for a month. It was hard for Ango Sakaguchi to imagine that Osamu Dazai would make a fuss.

He also felt a little lucky, at least this pile of black mud obeyed Chief Fengxin's instructions, did not leave the affairs of the secret service department alone, and followed secretly by himself.

Although he didn't do much work.

Hearing Ango's complaints, Osamu Dazai glanced at his head with a look of disgust.

"Tch, if it weren't for Ango's instigation, Yano wouldn't have been on a business trip for a month."

Ango Sakaguchi was a little confused, feeling that Osamu Dazai was simply making trouble for no reason.

It's not that I can still decide whether Miss Fengxin's business trip will last or not?

He looked at Osamu Dazai with the eyes of a mentally handicapped child, and felt that compared to the time in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, Dazai is now more and more free of himself, and a large amount of sand sculptures have been mixed into the essence of the black mud.

The power of tormenting people is getting deeper and deeper, and the inspiring operations are also performed one after another.

If it weren't for someone protecting him, this stupid thing would definitely be sacked. It might not be successful, but someone would definitely do it.

Therefore, the source of the crime must be Miss Fushin, Oda Saku and others who have been protecting Dazai all the time.

"...You can't say that. Look at what you have done this month. Even if you won't be criticized, you will still be looked at by Miss Fengxin with the eyes of an immature child."

In the past year, Ango Sakaguchi, who knows what a snake hits seven inches, said something that made Osamu Dazai feel a little numb.

Osamu Dazai wriggled crookedly on the sofa, without any image at all.

With a small grunt, he retorted.

"Yano wouldn't be like this, it's all Ango's imagination."

Woo, if it's true what Ango said, he, he will pluck Ango's hair bald!

Who told him to say it so plainly, Crow's mouth.

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, stared blankly at the stubborn Dazai Osamu, and saw his guilty conscience at a glance.

"Then give me a good job, bastard."

Responding to him was Dazai Osamu's "no" voice one after another like a fool.

Hearing that, Ango choked for a while.

He lost his hair in place for a while, and decided to leave Dazai alone.

He doesn't have enough hair, so let Nakajima or Akutagawa bald for now.

After all, the idea of ​​a chef or something is not something he can understand.

Oh, if it weren't for the fact that Vongola Judaimo was still in school, I guess we could have assembled a trio of Dazai students.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was originally taken over by Ms. Fengxin, has not been able to escape the clutches of Osamu Dazai since he partnered with Akutagawa.

If it wasn't for being somewhat rational at first, it is estimated that Dazai would have been brainwashed like Akutagawa after this year.

This is not to say that Akutagawa has a bad mind, but with such a careless teacher, the students he teaches will inevitably make people worry that his brain will suddenly jerk off and his painting style will become sculpted.

Although this sign is not obvious at present, it should be on guard.

Seeing Osamu Dazai, who continued to roll from one end to the other, wrestling with the sofa endlessly, Ango Sakaguchi deeply felt that he had to do this.

I don't know when Dazai Osamu's inexplicably extra sand sculpture attribute will be taken off his head.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for the social animals of the spy department.

Ango Sakaguchi calmed down and continued to work on the document wholeheartedly.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something earth-shattering, Osamu Dazai, who had been silent for a long time, let out an exclamation.

He bounced straight off the sofa, clapping his right hand to his left.

"what!"

Ango Sakaguchi, who was taken aback by Dazai, looked at him quietly, as if to say, if there is no important reason for being a spy, then all these jobs are yours.

Osamu Dazai staggered and spoke in an extremely excited tone.

"Me!"

Subtext, he's an adult.

Ango Sakaguchi raised his glasses indifferently, and said calmly, "So?"

What's the matter with being an adult, maybe a minor can get some preferential treatment, and when an adult, he can be enslaved as a social animal without any burden.

Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes overflowed with gleam. He had a good face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he looked at Ango Sakaguchi with a look of pity for a single dog.

"Huh—Ango won't understand."

He draws out his voice, shaking his head with obvious malice.

"After all, Ango has decided to spend his whole life working with him."

What he said was ambiguous, which made Ango Sakaguchi feel baffled, but he didn't bother to talk to Osamu Dazai anymore, work is more important now.

Osamu Dazai didn't care if he was bored, he rolled around happily on the sofa with his previous sad face, making Ango Sakaguchi want to throw a pillow at him to calm him down for a while.

How could Osamu Dazai do what he wanted?

After one pass made heaven and earth, he successfully ignited the anger of the social animals.

Ango Sakaguchi sneered and pressed him firmly on the bench, staring at Osamu Dazai with his hands behind his back, ruthlessly.

"If you don't deal with it, I will immediately report and apply for a mission with you, so that you can perfectly miss the time when Miss Fengxin comes back."

Osamu Dazai, who wanted to die and was strangled by the back of his neck, was stunned for a moment, and had to bow his head.

He kept dissing Ango in his heart, thinking that after Mi Ye came back, she must wear small shoes for Ango!

Hey, that's too inhuman, Ango.

foreign.

Fuxin Yano, who has completed the task, is shopping with Odasaku.

The Italian style is indeed a little more open and romantic than that of Japan.

The task has been handed in, and the remaining time can be regarded as public travel.Fushin Yano, who was thinking that he might be able to bring some souvenirs for the bandages he hadn't seen in a month, changed into his normal clothes and went shopping with him after consulting Odasaku's opinion and knowing that he also wanted to go out for a stroll. .

The crowds coming and going in twos and threes, go hand in hand.

Odasaku, who was temporarily acting as a bag carrier, didn't have any objections, and honestly accompanied him for shopping.

Anyway, it's not too heavy or too much.

After strolling around for a while, Odasaku asked if he needed a drink, and after getting an affirmative answer, he went to buy it alone.

Putting the things down, Fuxin Yano sat quietly on the bench by the street and looked at the surrounding scenery.

Her gray-blue eyes reflected the clear blue of the sky, feeling a little relaxed in the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

After the clown puppet on the street corner performed its magic tricks and dealt with the children around it, it tilted its head and walked towards Fushin Yano.

Fuxin Yano glanced at him.

A bright and beautiful red rose was handed to her eyes, and the dewdrops on it were shining brightly.

The clown took off the mask and hood on his face, revealing a handsome and delicate face, and his white hair was almost transparent under the sunlight.

Gogol's voice was low.

"Red roses for ladies."

The author has something to say: Dazai: ? ? ?

Is the corner of the wall dug like this? !

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