[Comprehensive] I'm on cpBE

After Ango Sakaguchi walked out of the ward with a face full of kidney deficiency, he looked up and met the two sharpened swordsmen who had been waiting for him for a long time.

One is his immediate boss, and the other is a friend he has been struggling with.

All right, I'm not a favorite of Hong Kong gangsters, I have no human rights, I take the initiative to confess.

"Central Plains cadres heard that my intelligence acquisition ability is not bad, so I asked me to help him find medical supernatural beings, the leader, and Dazai. Don't worry, I already have a general direction."

Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu had the exact same reaction at this moment. They each held Sakaguchi Ango's arm, and said in a seemingly gentle but threatening tone:

"Then please Ango-kun/Ango, if Chumen doesn't heal..."

"Do not worry!"

Sakaguchi Ango was sweating coldly, and hurriedly expressed his determination.

"I'm going to look for information first."

After he left in a hurry, Ogai Mori and Osamu Dazai started a false courteous exchange.

"Mr. Mori is so busy with work, you can just leave it to me to take care of you. Go ahead."

"No, Dazai-kun, the most important thing in Hong Kong now is the injury of Chuya-kun. As the leader, I should care about my subordinates."

"That's unnecessary, the leader doesn't need to do everything himself."

"Dazai-kun, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Just a reasonable suggestion, after all, Mr. Mori's medical skills..." Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue.

The veins on Mori Ogai's forehead popped up, he sneered, "Don't forget who Chuya-kun was injured by."

The two of them completely tore their skins apart, exposing each other like elementary school students.

One doesn't want this moment of buying people's hearts to be disturbed by people, and one doesn't want his dog to beg for mercy from others, the needle point to the wheat awn, and not give in to each other.

"Hey, Mori, Dazai, what are you two doing standing at the door?"

Ozaki Momiji's gentle voice sounded from behind them.

"Sister Hongye, why are you here?"

"The middle school is also called a concubine."

Koye Ozaki laughed angrily seeing the similar confusion on their faces, isn't it, the most trusted person in the entire port mafia must be a concubine, could it be you two black mud spirits, master and apprentice?

You feel too good about yourself, don't you?

She flicked her long hair, left behind the two mentally retarded people at the door, and pushed open the door of the ward:

"Chuya, are you feeling better?"

"Well, it's alright."

Nakahara Chuya nodded honestly.

Before he woke up, the Hong Kong and Hei doctors treated the wound for him. Under the catalysis of the supernatural power, the cut surface had scabbed, and he no longer had the weakness that had been bleeding before. If it was just pain, he could still bear it quite well.

In this regard, he is completely different from a certain mackerel who is very delicate and afraid of pain.

Ozaki Koye nodded, since he thought it was bearable, he didn't need to say anything more.

The hand will definitely heal, and now it's just a temporary pain for a while.

"Then, Chuya, is there anything you want now, I will bring it to you."

As soon as these words came out, Nakahara Chuya's eyes lit up instantly, "I want a computer!!!!"

Damn, suffocate him! ! !

He had been wanting to use Sapphire's good stem before, but the inspiration came suddenly like a tornado, and he couldn't stop it, it was going to blow his mind.

But how could he have time to write, the inspiration came in the morning, he went to track down that bastard Verlaine in the morning, and had a fight with him in the afternoon, he didn't write anything all day, his hands were itchy and twitched.

He must code Zhitai now, even if his hand is broken, he must write!

I still have a right hand!let me write!

I will carry the weaving flag!

"Can't!!!"

Mori Ogai, who just came in, looked at Chuya Nakahara lying on the hospital bed in shock, and refused directly without thinking, "No, no, no way!"

"why?"

The Central Plains will also be buried with question marks, why should he be controlled even if he plays a computer?

"Mr. Zhongye..."

Mori Ogai originally seemed to be holding Chuya's hand and talking affectionately, but the sharp-eyed Dazai Osamu knocked off his paw, so he could only say in this posture:

"I know that you are dedicated to Hong Kong gangsters, but you are injured now, so don't worry about it. I will leave these task reports to Mr. Dazai."

Anyway, he has been targeting me everywhere in his free time recently, and he owes overtime work.

Osamu Dazai, who was implicated for no reason, looked confused.

Who told you I'm going to work?

The boss's stern refusal made Nakahara Chuya lose his temper.

Heh, get out if you don't give me the computer.

At this time, compared with the leader, Orata is more fragrant.

Seeing Nakahara Chuya's exhaustion, Mori Ogai said a few words on the scene, and left first, ready to go back and give Ango-kun a whip.

As soon as he left, Zhongyuanzhong became energetic.

Among the three people in the ward, apart from herself, Koye Ozaki understood his inner thoughts better, and couldn't help but laugh.

Osamu Dazai looked at the tacit understanding between the two of them, and began to blow jealousy to each other again.

Then he saw the little man took out the phone, holding it in his right hand, tapping his thumb on the buttons.

? ? ? ?

So disabled?

He is not like Mr. Mori, who thinks he is a servant of the organization. In his sad life, except for lolita, he is a social animal. He knows that Zhong Yuanzhong is definitely not writing some shit mission report.

So what is this little slug writing about?

It was just a little bit of curiosity at first, but I kept tapping and tapping in the Central Plains, taking a look at myself, tapping, tapping, and looking at myself to rise to the highest in the infinite loop.

Nakahara Chuya: With the face of mackerel, Zhijun's character design can be written more realistically, waste utilization, I am really a genius.

Taking advantage of Zhongyuan Zhong not paying attention, he rushed over, trying to snatch his mobile phone.

Nakahara Zhong also nimbly hid his phone, joking, don't look at me with only one hand, I can hold down your physical hot chicken, mackerel, with one hand.

"I want to see it, Chuya."

Osamu Dazai persisted, climbed onto the hospital bed and began to writhe around.

"No way, impossible."

The Central Plains will not let him see the little yellow text he wrote.

Now Odasaku-sensei hasn't been with the bastard Dazai, what if Dazai reads what he wrote, becomes irritable, and insists on being rebellious, what if he doesn't go any further with Odasaku-sensei?

Then wouldn't I be Zhita's sinner?

Since then, the world has lost another pair of lovers who are deeply affectionate and touching, and Zhong Yuanzhong can't afford this responsibility!

The two of them started a tug-of-war on this poor and innocent hospital bed.

One wanted to see it, but the other refused to show it to him even if he was beaten to death.

Not only the poor hospital bed, but also the quilt and pillow were scratched by Dazai Osamu's nails, and the white feathers fluttered all over the floor.

Now Nakahara Chuya Dazai is facing the weakest Chuya, but it is a pity that Dazai Chuya is still a person under Taiju Chuya (Hara Nakaya), and he was thrown down by Nakahara Chuya with one hand.

But he wasn't too angry, Osamu Dazai glanced at Nakahara Chuya who was staring at him vigilantly, and continued to smile shamelessly.

I saw it, Chuya...

A light flashed in his squinted eyes, it was me.

Although the screen was too small, the violent movement of the two people made him see it a little unrealistically, but Osamu Dazai thought he would not misread the most sensitive name of a person.

[……だざいおさむ……]

[……だざいおさむ……]

I saw it, Osamu Dazai couldn't help repeating in his heart, it's me, everything you wrote is me...