King of 25 Cubs

[Wow, host, can you leave the restaurant alive? 】

The system said in a lively tone.

"Comrade 007, you are creating an atmosphere of panic."

What does it mean to leave the restaurant alive? !

Is Dazai planning to kill me?Even if I completely lose the horse, it's not necessary!

What's more, he can't kill me.

Taking the big geese in the society as a unit, if I am equal to 5 big geese, Dazai is estimated to be equal to 0.5.

I’m not joking. When he was 13 years old, he was chased by a big goose and ran all over the street. In the end, I bravely captured the goose and brought it back to the dormitory to cook a pot of delicious soup.

In the end, I didn't drink a sip, and the soup went into Dazai's stomach alone.

However, I felt that my vest was indeed in danger, and the moment I met Dazai's dark eyes, I immediately realized that he must have discovered something.

There are three possibilities:

1. Found out that I was the one who kicked him into the water.

2. Mr. Anwu's identity was exposed, implicating me.

3. Recognize me as his former roommate.

The word "roommate" probably surprises many people when it is spoken.

After I joined the Supernatural Secret Service Division, I was on a mission for the first time. The content was to undercover the port of Mafia, monitor its movements, and promote its reform and replacement if possible.

I have to say that the secret service department really squeezes child labor too much, but the treatment is not bad. After the task is completed, you can get a promotion and a salary increase. If you are not afraid of sudden death, you can reach the pinnacle of life.

As for me, a girl, why I was assigned to the same dormitory with Dazai, it starts with my bald head.

At that time, I didn't have a hair on my head, so I was treated as a little boy by the personnel department of Mafia at the port, and I was assigned to the male dormitory when I was divided into dormitories.

They slept together, and the other bed happened to belong to Osamu Dazai.

Every time I recall this incident, I want to complain. The idiot in the personnel department of Mafia at the port was probably blind, and couldn't see my beauty through my shiny head.

Isn't it said that beauty is beautiful even without hair?Although I have always moved from childhood to adulthood, every time I arrive at a new residence, the neighbors in the neighborhood praise me for being beautiful.

And can't girls be cool and bald?Although I don't want to be bald either.

I stared angrily at the other party who filled in "male" in the gender column, and finally didn't explain.

As an undercover agent, the more confusing my identity is, the safer I am.

I have been roommates with Osamu Dazai for almost two years. It was not until Mori Ogai came to power that Port Mafia transitioned from chaos to stability, and my mission was completed, and then I left Port Mafia with feigned death.

·

At this moment, Dazai was looking at me with cold eyes, waiting for my answer.

I want to shut down directly, but shutting down is one aspect. What should I say at this time?

——Let’s just say it’s a call from my entangled ex-boyfriend!

I glanced at Kise with an apologetic look, and just as I was about to speak, Kise snatched my phone and decisively blacklisted the caller.

"The kind of garbage that is still entangled after breaking up, just block it."

Kise said coldly.

I:"……???"

Young man, you actually learned to rush to answer? !

what is this?I'm the only one who can scold me?

Although I want to praise you for your quick response, is this really good?

Dazai over there began to draw a long voice, and said vividly: "This gentleman is right. Ex-boyfriends are all non-recyclable garbage. The old ones don't go away and the new ones don't come in. When necessary, they can be destroyed on the spot."

He propped his chin with one hand, and looked at me with a smile: "Miss, do you need my help? I'm a professional in this business~"

Your port Mafia is still taking on the job of murdering your ex-boyfriend?

The world is going down, so is the port Mafia.

I hesitated for a while, pretending not to understand, and asked hesitantly: "What do you do professionally? Are you taking over Panxia?"

[Ding dong~split index +50]

I continued my efforts and said, "This is the first time I've heard that there is such a profession. Is it similar to bar cowherd? Then your business must be very good."

I looked at Dazai's face and nodded seriously.

[Ding dong~split index +100]

"Miss, are you praising me for being good-looking?" Dazai's expression didn't change, and he continued in a very good mood: "You are too good-looking, and I also think I am good-looking."

Just as he was talking, he stood up and sat next to me, and Kise and Kise sandwiched me in the middle.

Wow, don't come here, my ptsd is about to commit a crime again!

"Speaking of which, when I first came in and saw Miss, I thought you looked like someone I knew."

Dazai is taller than me, and when he lowers his head slightly, looks at him blankly through his long eyelashes, it always gives me a very uncomfortable and condescending feeling.

I pretended not to know, looked back calmly, and asked curiously, "What kind of person?"

The young man suddenly raised his eyebrows, and when he spoke again, his tone was brisk, as if he was talking about something particularly gratifying.

"A dead man~"

I:? ? ?

This is a threat, right?Is this a naked threat? !

I gently rubbed the handle of the wooden warehouse with my hand in my pocket, and said calmly: "To be honest, if I didn't say the last sentence, I thought you were here to strike up a conversation."

"Acquaintance?" Osamu Dazai raised his brows, with a confused and innocent expression, and then showed his innate slick smile: "If Miss thinks so, then it should be considered as an accost. I wonder if I can know Miss's name?"

The young man's gaze was distant and indifferent, and even the corners of his brows and eyes revealed a sense of innocence, which showed that this flirtation was really serious.

Kise was a little angry, just about to say something, but I pressed him down.

"Yunnv Wugua." I said to Dazai in a cold tone.

"Oh~ it's Miss Wugua." Dazai opened his eyes wide and said thoughtfully, "This name is really unique. My name is Tofu Xishi. I am very happy to meet Miss Wugua. May I ask if Tofu and Wugua can get along with each other?" friend?"

"..."

I cleared my throat, put on a dull face, and said seriously:

"I'm still a school girl, and my father said, don't play with bad kids who have been in society at a young age."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide suddenly, and then burst out laughing. We didn't know what he was laughing at, and we didn't dare to ask.

After laughing enough, his slightly regretful eyes fell on me, and he dragged his tone: "Miss Wugua is a very interesting person."

Stop, I'm not funny at all, I'm super boring, I only drink Pepsi for Coke, and I don't spit out watermelon seeds when I eat watermelon.

I remained silent, staring at Osamu Dazai with very resistant eyes.

"Well, I took the liberty."

The black-haired boy shrugged his shoulders, and in an instant threw another bomb: "By the way, Miss Wugua, do you know a person named 'Bald Qiang'?"

I:"……"

I now have an urge to give Osamu Dazai a straight punch and blow away all his memories of me.

How strong is the light, can't I have a name? !

Hey, I really haven't. When I sneaked into the port of Mafia, my brain had a twitch. In order to keep in line with the uneducated hooligans, I filled in my resume with a bald head.

"Baldhead Qiang? This name sounds like a strong man, he must be a peerless master. But why do you ask me this? Do we look alike?"

Dazai slowly raised the corners of his lips, but unfortunately the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.

"He is indeed a master. He is a master of cross talk. It just so happens that you have exactly the same eyes."

I was in awe, and said proudly: "I am terrified to be compared with such a cross talk actor."

Dazai's voice was full of false sincerity: "I miss this old man very much. Would you like to hear me tell a story, miss? I'll treat you to milk tea."

When it comes to milk tea, I get angry.

"The 'nian' of 'missing' is the bottom line, and it should be hidden in my heart. It's time for me to go home and do my homework. I don't dare to let my husband spend money. You can drink milk tea yourself."

"How old is Miss Wugua? Do you have siblings? Are there any other relatives on the parents' side?"

Kise stood up suddenly.

He turned his head to look at Dazai, his eyes were frosty, and there was a kind of calm anger in his tone: "Hey, are you investigating the household registration?"

Seeing this, the store manager was afraid that we would start a fight, so he hurriedly brought up the meals for Dazai and Odasaku.

"Come, try the shop's special spicy curry, this is Odasaku's favorite dish."

While the store manager was trying to smooth things over, Kise grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the western restaurant without any explanation.

After I walked out the door, I glanced back, Dazai was fighting with curry, he stuck out his tongue out of the spicy taste, and his eyes were tearing up rationally.

This guy is as afraid of spicy food as before.

I put my hands in my pockets and poked the villain in my heart expressionlessly.

Spicy you to death, a little bit~

Uncle's curry shop is next door to my house.The second floors of the two houses are separated by more than one meter, sharing the fragrance of flowers and greenery on each other's balconies, and you can step into each other's territory by opening the window.

Huang Lai stood still at the door of my house: "You open the door first, and I will leave after you enter."

If Dazai really intends to come in, the door lock won't be able to stop him, but...

I squinted at Kise, and suddenly laughed.

This guy refreshed my impression of him a bit.

"What, what's wrong?"

Kise scratched her hair in a daze.

"It's nothing."

I unscrewed the lock, and as soon as the door opened, Deng Tuzi flew over and landed on Huang Lai's head without any fear.

"Beauty, give me a smile~"

Kise: "..."

"Hey, my parrot is good at peeling off the appearance and seeing the soul of human beings directly." I cleared my throat and said with a suffocated smile.

"Dengtuzi, come back."

As soon as I stretched out my hand, Deng Tuzi flew onto my arm.

"Thank you very much today, Kise-kun, see you at school tomorrow."

·

After sending Kise off, I stood behind the door, my gaze suddenly sank.

I took out a tiny | bug from my pocket.

"Hey, when did my coat get splashed with oil?" I pretended to be surprised, and then said with a bit of impatience in my tone: "I just washed it... Forget it, let's wash it again."

Throwing the bug into the washing machine drum along with the jacket, I imagined them as Dazai's face, twisting the timer of the washing machine hard.

Back in the bedroom on the second floor, I took Mr. Ango out of the blacklist.

The phone was hung up many times, and it is estimated that Mr. Anwu also noticed that something was wrong. When he received my call, the first sentence was: "Are you okay?"

"Oh it's all right."

I told him about what happened in the restaurant, and during the process, the split index kept being recorded.

When it came to the portrait, I was filled with righteous indignation: "That Dazai Osamu is too much! Mr. Ango, as a living person and a dead ghost of the Secret Service, I have to advise you, be careful when making friends!"

Mr. Ango was silent for a moment, and asked me: "Did you kick Dazai into the river the day before yesterday?"

"That's not the point." I added embellishments: "The point is that that guy actually painted your portrait, and it didn't look so good! Mr. Anwu, your glasses are obviously round, but what he drew was a triangle—"

Mr. Anwu couldn't help interrupting me, and complained: "No one said it was a portrait, you made it up in your own brain, and if it is really a portrait, it would be worse to draw it like a portrait! By the way, your focus is only the shape of my glasses?"

I widened my eyes in disbelief, and complained aggrievedly: "Mr. Ango, you actually murdered me because of that Dazai?! What kind of ecstasy soup did he give you? Am I not your most capable subordinate?"

"I didn't kill you." Mr. Anwu said helplessly: "I understand what you mean, are you afraid that my identity will be exposed? It's okay, I know it."

After a pause, he continued: "I am more worried about whether you have been exposed. If Dazai confirms that you are his former roommate, any actions he takes will be uncontrollable."

"He's already suspicious, but I'm half-Russian, and there's a big difference in appearance between eleven and fifteen years old."

This is the case with Western blood. In the early stage, it looks like a child who can't grow up. When it reaches the hurdle of puberty, it starts to skyrocket overnight.What's more, I was bald at that time, and my gender was misidentified, and I was even assigned to the men's dormitory, which was regarded as an officially stamped boy.

I started to change a lot when I was 14 years old, and my height suddenly increased. Now I am 165, and my body and facial contours are gradually different from most Asians, and I am more inclined to three-dimensional Europeans.

According to the 50 years of experience in the other world, I should be able to grow to 172.

By the way, when I was still living with my mother when I was a child, I secretly saw a picture of my biological father in her place.

She always said that I look like my father, but I feel that the longer I grow, the less I look like.

Thinking about my mother's attitude towards me, here comes the problem——

Did my father cheat, or did my mother cheat?

[Host, Xiao Qi saw that photo from your memory, your father is a bit bald. 】

I:"……"

【Maybe your bald gene is inherited from your father.As the saying goes, there is a mother who is bald, and a father who is bald. 】

"……To shut up."

On the other side of the phone, Mr. Anwu told me the last sentence: "Just know what you know, and remember to wear the wig."

"Mr. Ango, you'd better go to sleep!"

How many times do I have to repeat, this hair is real!real!