Port Mafia Play House

Osamu Dazai slept happily, and when he woke up the next day, he immediately received his retribution.

"Go to school?" A strange expression appeared on his face, "Me? Go to school?"

"Of course..." August Standard smiled, "How old are you this year?"

"fourteen……"

"What is the age of compulsory education in our country?"

"fifteen……"

"So..." August put on a righteous expression, "You should go to school at your age!"

Osamu Dazai muttered: "But I'm going to be fifteen soon..."

Hayakawa August: "I can't do it in three days! Like you, you haven't graduated from compulsory education, what will you do when you enter the society?"

He sadly asked: "Let me ask you, place a right-angled triangular board ABO in the plane Cartesian coordinate system, the lengths of the right-angled sides are 1 and 2, rotate 90 degrees counterclockwise around the point O, and get the triangle A'B'O, through A What is the analytical formula of the parabola at the three points ', B', and O?"

Osamu Dazai: "..."

AB what, what?

Is this a middle school math problem?

Hayakawa August had an expression of "Look, you can't even do this".

"I said hello to the school yesterday. I bought you the schoolbag yesterday, and went to the school to get the school uniform and textbooks today." August smiled, "As a transfer student, go to their class in Zhongye!"

Osamu Dazai: When did you buy the schoolbag, why didn’t I see it?

August patted Osamu Dazai on the shoulder, "Although there is a gap in the course progress, but with your ingenuity, I believe in you, you can do it!"

He was forcibly picked up from the bed early in the morning, and Osamu Dazai was given a wave of poisonous chicken soup, and pushed out the door with his schoolbag in his face, full of reluctance.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was forced to learn by the same means, also gloated: "Don't think about it, resistance is useless."

Osamu Dazai looked up at his school uniform.

The High School Affiliated to Lihai University.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had lingering fears: "I still remember that I skipped class and went out to play games for a day. I was caught by August and took three days off. I was locked at home and kept writing math papers...!?"

In the blink of an eye, Osamu Dazai disappeared.

"Bastard mackerel!"

Chuya Chuya's roar resounded through the blue sky.

"That's my bicycle—and how did you unlock it!?"

Yokohama Lock King smiled slightly, and threw the used wire into the trash can, hiding his achievements and fame.

It's a pity it didn't hide it.

Dazai Osamu was riding a bicycle, looking at Chuya Nakahara, who was not losing the speed at all, and complained: "Are you a monster!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled proudly: "You forgot my ability..."

Osamu Dazai: "Monster! Muscular idiot! Simple-minded and well-developed limbs! Brainless mollusks!"

Nakahara Chuya: Listen to others finish their words well, bastard!

Osamu Dazai's cursing did not change the fact that the strength of the two was far apart.

Nakahara Chuya forced Osamu Dazai to go to school like a chicken cub.

——Then during the two breaks, Osamu Dazai ran away without a trace.

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Two hashtags popped up above his head.

As soon as the bell rang when school was over at noon, Chuya Nakahara picked up his schoolbag and left, ready to arrest Osamu Dazai, but when he reached the door of the class, he was blocked by someone.

A second-year boy with kelp curly hair had red eyes and a tennis racket in his hand, laughing maniacally.

"Hey ha ha ha! Come on Chuya Nakahara! Destroy you!"

Nakahara Chuya: Who are you if it’s not the big brother?

Nakahara Chuya also looked confused. Although he is a student of Lihai University, he is a member of the home club by convention, so naturally he knows nothing about the tennis club known as the King of Lihai.

Also, is this man really playing tennis?

Why are the balls hitting people! ?

Isn't this really a new type of killing technique?

Zhong Yuanzhong also explained that it was useless all the way, and he was chased by the kelp head all the way to the tennis court, and suddenly became angry, picked up the racket on the chair next to him, picked up the tennis ball on the ground, and hit it back.

Zhong Yuanzhong also doesn't know how to play tennis, but he can't hold back his strength.

A tennis ball shot through the air and grazed the kelp head's face, and then smashed a deep hole in the ground.

Never bounced again.

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought to himself, now you should calm down.

Then I saw helplessly that the hair of the person on the opposite side gradually turned white, and the whole body turned red...

Kelp man? Kirihara Chiya: "Hahahaha! Go to hell!"

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

God damn tennis.

However, this is just the beginning.

In the next week, except for class time, Nakahara Nakaya spent all his time fighting wits and courage with Dazai Osamu who seized every opportunity to play truant.

And deal with the inexplicable and magical characters he finds.

On Monday, a red-eyed kelp who was playing tennis blocked the door of the class, and watched him lose his gray hair in a second.

On Tuesday, I was blocked at the school gate by a black-skinned big-chested man who was playing basketball, and watched him with blue light coming out of his eyes.

On Wednesday, I was entangled by a group of enthusiastic volleyball players, and practiced jump serve for four hours.

On Thursday, I was punched in front of my body by a bald man in a cloak, and a big crater like a meteorite fell on the ground. When the man left, he was still muttering, "Hey, this is not a weird person. I took a good look at it. Fortunately, I am lucky." "...

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

This is fucking murder!

And what happened to the current sports club!It's not scientific at all!

Chuya Nakahara, who couldn't bear it anymore, resolutely went to the teacher to ask for leave after being run away again on Friday when he pressed Osamu Dazai to go to school.

Even if he doesn't go to class today, he still wants to find that bastard who caused trouble everywhere and caused trouble for Shui Dongyin!

Teacher Maeda, the homeroom teacher, is a mild-tempered guy with glasses. He usually asks Chuya to help with things, so he has a good impression of Zhongya, and he is very quick to approve the leave note.

While writing the leave note, Mr. Maeda asked casually, "Why do you want to ask for leave all of a sudden? Did something happen at home?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also murderous: "It's okay, go beat... the hand that hit the person seems to be broken, go see a doctor."

Teacher Maeda: "..."

Holding the leave note, Nakahara Chuya began to look for the runaway Osamu Dazai all over the world.

The strange thing is that this day was exceptionally peaceful, and I didn't meet any messy people.

At dusk, Zhong Yuan finally found him on the roof of the teaching building.

God knows how he unlocked the roof door.

I don’t know which tall building blocked the sun, the whole sky was glowing with a soft pink color, the flowing clouds were beautiful and varied, the students returning home were in groups, the noise became light due to the height, only the wind blew past the ears side.

Osamu Dazai stood on the edge of the roof, looking down in a daze.

For a moment, Zhong Yuanzhong actually felt that his back seemed a little lonely.

shit!

Zhong Yuanzhong also cursed secretly, and kicked up and flew up - when he was about to kick, he stopped vigilantly.

"How could it be so easy." Nakahara Zhong also doubted, "You won't set up another trick to wait for me, right?"

This statement is by no means groundless, it was the same last time, he thought he had found Osamu Dazai, so he went up and kicked him, but it turned out that the man was a national judo champion, and directly gave him a windmill maneuver.

Thinking about it now, the back of my head still hurts.

Thanks to Osamu Dazai, Chuya's physical skills have improved a lot recently.

Osamu Dazai turned his head and smiled: "Why, I didn't cause Chuya any trouble today—"

Just as Zhongyuan Zhongye was about to speak, he heard the man continue.

"After all, it's been four days in a row. I can't help it this day. I don't want to be beaten."

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

When you say that, it makes people want to beat you up.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that his breath was choked in his throat. This kick was not good, and it was not good if he didn't kick——in the end, he just punched him in the face.

Osamu Dazai lay down on the ground, complaining without sincerity: "It hurts——"

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat down and gave him a blank look: "You deserve it..."

The two were silent.

The sky gradually dimmed.

Osamu Dazai asked, "Why are you always obsessed with dragging me to school?"

Zhong Yuan also asked: "Why are you always obsessed with not going to school?"

Osamu Dazai showed a cute smile: "At this age, it's the rebellious period."

"Ouch..." Zhong Yuanzhong was also disgusted by him, "If August hadn't told me to take care of you, who would have urged you to go to school every day."

Osamu Dazai was a little interested: "What else did he tell you?"

Nakahara Chuya said: "He also said that if you do all kinds of weird things to play a prank, just treat it as you saying "I like you, I want to play with you", and that's fine. "

Zhong Yuanzhong also had goosebumps: "How could this be worthy of it!"

"And is that a prank? It's murder, okay?"

Osamu Dazai was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"It's really like something Hayakawa-san would say."

"Oh, that's right." Zhongyuan Zhong also remembered something, and took out a folded square piece of paper from his pocket, "Ms. Maeda said, let me give you this and let you fill it in."

Osamu Dazai searched in his mind twice before he remembered that Maeda-sensei seemed to be his class teacher during his short student career.

Although he basically didn't have much class.

He unfolded it and found that it was a student application form.

He froze: "This..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also scratched his hair, "Didn't you try to study for a week? Although you cut classes every day, let me tell you, if August had nothing to do with the principal, you would have been expelled long ago!"

"In short..." He said in a bad mood, "The teacher said that your file has not been transferred yet, you can go through the school's admission procedures first, and you will be officially enrolled when the file is transferred."

"Seeing that you are going to be promoted to the third grade of junior high school soon, you still don't have classes when you come here! How do you take the high school exam?"