Dazai's character set collapsed again today

Gang Ji picked up the source of evil, "Disqualification in the World", opened it and read it.

Looking at it, Gangji's eyelids drooped.

It was blurry in front of my eyes, and the printed characters undulated in the water light as if distorted.

"Clap!"

"Disqualification in the World" fell on the table, startling the prisoner Hayato who was playing with his mobile phone.

Gang Ji was also frightened, at the moment he seemed to wake up after a long sleep, his head was clear.

Seeing Hayato looking over, Tsunakichi scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Sorry, one fell out without paying attention."

"It's okay." Hayato Gujiji smiled and continued to play with his mobile phone.

Seeing this, Gangji rubbed his eyes, looked down at "No Place in the World", was silent for a few minutes, and picked it up resignedly to continue reading.

But looking at the words in the book, he didn't read any of them.

Even though he had already turned five or six pages, he didn't remember a single word of the content, his mind went blank, and he didn't know what he was reading.

Mr. Dazai.

Gang Ji put down "No Place in the World" with a serious face.

【Say. 】

I probably won't be able to write a post-reading review.

【and then? 】

Gangji's dignified expression instantly turned pitiful.

I can't read this book at all, how can I write a feeling after reading it.

So, next time shall we?

How about writing it after I finish reading it next time?

【Can. 】

[From the beginning, I said that I would write [-] words after reading it, but I didn’t say that you will read it all today. 】

Tsuna Yoshi: "......"

Well, I misunderstood myself.

Gang Ji decisively put "No Place in the World" aside, and put it back later when he was about to leave.

So what to do now?

Tsunayoshi glanced at Hayato Gokuji, who was staring at the phone seriously, the screen of the phone was reflective, and Tsunayoshi didn't know what Hayato Gokuji was looking at.

But looking at him very seriously, he must be looking at something profound that only a top student can understand.

"Someone actually saw a kappa in the river. This picture is not P's, but real? Damn, I want to take a look."

Suddenly Hayato spoke in a low voice, something strange, something close to battle, words that Tsunayoshi hadn't been familiar with came out of his mouth one after another.

Tsuna Yoshi: "......"

Is this the world of a top student?

Gang Ji silently turned his head and looked out of the window, there was wind blowing in from the window, it was quite comfortable, and he felt sleepy again.

[If Tsunaji-kun feels bored and has nothing else to do, then write a novel. 】

Tsuna Kichi was stunned for a few seconds, and then the corner of his mouth twitched: "Mr. Dazai, do you have any misunderstandings about me? Do I seem to be material for writing novels?"

[The Literary Research Institute was established from the beginning with literary research and novel writing as the main activities. As a minister, you naturally have to lead by example. 】

Let's leave it to Dazai-san to lead by example.

Mr. Dazai is more suitable for writing novels than me, right?

Dazai-san in this world is a great writer, maybe you have the talent to write novels by accident.

I can't do it, absolutely can't.

I'll leave it to you, Dazai-san.

Dazai was silent for a long time.

Gangji panicked.

Mr. Dazai?

what happened to you?

Tsunayoshi looked at Dazai Osamu, Dazai Osamu was still processing documents in the chief's office, but unlike before, the chief's office was no longer dark.

Beautiful electric lights shined brightly to illuminate the entire chief's office. A dining table and a few chairs were placed near the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a soft and high-end sofa was placed on the wall opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There is a chair for people to sit on opposite the leader's desk, and there is also a chair next to Nakahara Chuya, who is in charge of guarding. As long as Nakahara Chuya wants, he can sit down at any time.

In the upper left corner of the desk, there is an exquisite and beautiful vase, in which fresh and beautiful flowers are inserted: sunflowers, champagne roses, eucalyptus leaves and blue hydrangeas.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai was staring at the bouquet of flowers, and the pen held in his right hand was shaking slightly.

The room was very quiet, except for the sound of Dazai Osamu shaking the pen, the only sound left was the breathing of the two of them.

Tsunayoshi saw that Osamu Dazai was not unusual, but he was even more puzzled in his heart.

Did he say something wrong just now?

Why did Osamu Dazai suddenly ignore him?

Tsuna kichi clasped his fingers together uneasily, and he called again cautiously: "Mr. Dazai?"

[Gunji-kun, you are no longer who you used to be. 】

Gangji: "???"

【You have already learned to leave your work to me. 】

[Could this be the so-called those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black? 】

[You stayed with the slug for too long, so black? 】

Tsuna Yoshi: "......"

Obviously I have been with you for a long time, Dazai-san!

Those who are close to Mo Zhehei are referring to you!

Besides, the Literature Research Institute was originally established by Mr. Dazai, and it belongs to your work.

I'm just a poor little successor.

Tsunayoshi's complaints fell into Dazai Osamu's mind verbatim.

Dazai smiled lightly.

The laughter seemed to be falling on Gangji's ears, making his ears a little itchy, so he raised his hand and rubbed his ears.

[The establishment of the Bunkensha is a matter for you, Tsunayoshi Sawada, and it is none of my business for Osamu Dazai. 】

Tsunayoshi stared and opened his mouth slightly, obviously he didn't expect Osamu Dazai to say such a thing.

But this, obviously.

[Who saw that I built it? 】

This......

You are wearing my body, so it is me that others see.

【I really built it? 】

Dazai Osamu's rhetorical question made Tsunakichi a little uneasy.

Sure enough, the next second:

[Who found the people who joined the club and took the materials for building the club to the student union? 】

I.

[That is who established the Wenyanshe. 】

With tears in his eyes, Gangji uttered one word: "I."

[Who should the Wenyan Society lead by example? 】

Gang Ji struggled: "...Me."

[Who will write the novel? 】

Gangji: "I..."

[Gunji-kun, I know you are an outstanding child. 】

Gangji shook his head again and again.

[You can definitely do something as simple as writing a novel. 】

Can't do it can't do it.

【trust yourself. 】

Can't do it can't do it.

Mr. Dazai, at my level, how could it be possible to write it.

[Writing novels is not limited to literary novels, there are others, light novels and the like are also acceptable. 】

Osamu Dazai wrote down his name quickly on the document in a happy mood, and then picked up the next copy for review.

Even if.

[Can't do it? 】

Tsuna Yoshi: "..."

Gangji: "It can be done."

[Call Shangyu Temple Monarch together. 】

[As a member of the Wenyanshe, how can I stay out of it. 】

Hearing this, Tsunayoshi looked at Hayato Gokuji sympathetically.

"Prison Temple."

Immediately, Hayato put down his cell phone, and looked at Tsunayoshi with flickering eyes: "What's the matter? Tsunayoshi-kun?"

Gangji smiled awkwardly: "Let's write a novel."

Hayato Prison Temple slowly put out a question mark?

"Writing novels is one of the main activities of our Wenyan Club, so, well," Gang Ji was extremely embarrassed, "Today is the first club activity, I thought, why don't you just write about it?"

"Of course!" Knowing what Tsunayoshi meant, Hayato Gojiji looked serious, "As long as it is Tsunayoshi-kun's request, I can do anything."

"No, it's not a request." Gang Ji waved his hand.

However, Hayato Gokuji obviously ignored this sentence, he was full of fighting spirit: "I will definitely write a novel that will shock Tsunayoshi-kun!"

After saying that, Hayato took out a pen and notebook from his schoolbag, and began to meditate.

Seeing this, Gangji didn't know what to say, so he honestly took out his pen and notebook, thinking about what he should write.

Although he has read a lot of comics, he really hasn't read much light novels.

What should I write?

Gang Ji bit the tip of the pen, staring at the book in a daze.

Mr. Dazai, do you have any suggestions?

[Just write whatever you want. 】

[Evil dragons, knights, princesses and princes, everything is fine. 】

[Robots are also fine. 】

[Isn’t Tsunayoshi-kun’s dream to become a giant robot? 】

【Would you write one based on this? 】

Gang Ji blushed, and said uncomfortably, "That, that was all random thoughts when I was a child."

【Um--】

[Robots vs slugs? 】

Tsuna Yoshi: "......"

Gangji covered his face: Everyone said no robots!

Dazai-san, don't keep bringing Chuya into it.

[Sure enough, Tsunayoshi-kun also thinks that Zhong is also a brainless slug? 】

Tsuna Yoshi: Σ(°△°|||)︴

Today's victory and defeat, Osamu Dazai's victory.

Tsunayoshi resolutely gave up and continued talking with Osamu Dazai, otherwise he would be led into the pit again.

Gang Ji stared at the blank notebook, and read: "What should I write?"

He raised his eyes and glanced at the prison temple Hayato, the prison temple Hayato was writing quickly, and he didn't know what he wrote.

Gang Ji withdrew his eyes and continued to stare at the notebook, finally lying down on the table in frustration, rolling a pencil in boredom.

Totally unexpected.

give up.

Even though he was thinking this way, Tsuna's mind was still spinning, thinking about what to write.

Suddenly, I don't know what he thought of, Gangji's eyes changed slightly, he sat up straight suddenly, clenched the pen with his right hand, and quickly wrote down a row after row in the notebook as if drawn by something. The words are arranged without any pause, as if copying and pasting.

After a long time, until the whole page was filled, Gangji came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream. He stared blankly at the content that he didn't know how to write, his eyes were full of astonishment and horror.

This, is this really written by him?

Tsuna subconsciously shouted with trembling voice:

Mr. Dazai.

[There is no problem, don't be afraid. 】

[This is probably the moment when inspiration appears. 】

Eh?is that so?

【Um. 】

[In the past, some painters were inspired, as if they were not like themselves, and drew paintings that surprised even themselves. 】

Osamu Dazai's eyes darkened, not knowing what he was thinking.

So this is ah.

Gangji was relieved, and his fear receded like a tide.

After reassuring, Tsuna picked up the notebook curiously and looked at what he had written.

"Restricted Area 66, the people here have not passed away, and their lives are blank." Gang Ji read the contents of the notebook slowly.

"There is a college in Area 66 called Lost Academy, where all the young people in Area 66 go to school."

"The teachers who teach them are all from other districts. Those teachers hate this group of District 66 students and often beat and scold them."

"Students did not dare to resist, because the students who resisted never went back to school."

"Those teachers often get together and say this is hell and want to go back."

"Soon, the students also spread privately that this place is actually hell, and they are sinners without a past."

"With the spread of this rumor, this place has become a real hell, and everyone has become a real sinner."

"So far, no teacher has come here anymore."

"Everything seems to be calm again."

"It's the calm before the storm."

"The disaster of Area 66 is coming."

"However, the tinder of light was lit in the restricted area."

"The new evil gears of this world are turning."

"That's why they have no future, and death is the end."

Gang Ji didn't make a sound for a long time, his eyes were complicated, and he let out a long sigh.

Mr. Dazai, what does this mean?

Why can't I understand at all?

【……】

Isn't death the end?

Isn't that normal?Why is this emphasized again?

And why do you say that after the rumors spread, it became a real hell, and everyone became a real sinner?

[Because they killed the teacher who bullied them, became people without restraint, and turned the place into hell. 】

Gangji's pupils shrank: "Why?"

[Tangyoshi-kun, there are all kinds of constraints in this world, such as legal constraints, moral constraints, self-restraints, etc. 】

【Because there are all kinds of constraints, human beings will suppress their own nature. 】

[Once the constraints are gone, human nature will be exposed. 】

[People in Area 66 think that there is hell, and after they are sinners, they will no longer restrain themselves, but will choose to do things according to their own nature, if they want to kill those who bully themselves, they will kill them, if they want to bully others, they will bully . 】

[A place without constraints is hell. 】

Gang Ji's upper and lower teeth knocked together, he couldn't imagine such a scene, but he was undoubtedly afraid of such a situation.

"Then, what do you mean by other?" Tsuna endured his own fear and continued to ask.

[I don't know. 】

"what?"

[I'm not omniscient, and I can't analyze the corresponding results if I don't have enough information. 】

I see.

Gangji nodded and put down the notebook.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Hayato looking at him with shining eyes, and Tsunaji wondered, "What's wrong, Yuji?"

"As expected of Tsunayoshi-kun, the writing is so good!" Hayato was moved, "Your novel is truly astonishing, and you will definitely win a prize if you submit it!"

Tsuna Yoshi: "..."

"You are exaggerating, Prison Temple."

"No! I'm sincerely complimenting you." Hayato Gudera said seriously, "You are the only one who can write such an excellent novel, Tsunayoshi-kun."

Tsuna Yoshi: "......"

[Congratulations to the host for harvesting a loyal dog. 】

Tsuna Yoshi: "..."

Mr. Dazai, please be normal.

[Host, I'm normal. 】

Then don't install the system.

Tsunaji twitched the corners of his mouth, seeing that Hayato was still giving various compliments, he quickly interrupted Hayato.

Hearing those compliments made him want to get into the cracks in the ground, it was so shameful.

"Have you finished writing Prison Temple?"

"It's finished." Hayato Kidari handed the book to Tsunayoshi with both hands, "It's not as good as Tsunayoshi-kun."

Gang Ji smiled dryly, took it over, and looked down.

"A skeleton that had been sleeping for many years in a certain cemetery woke up. Because it had not supplemented nutrients for a long time and suffered from osteoporosis, its bones would crack and fracture if it was not careful."

"In order to be able to get out of the coffin, it needs to calculate its own strength and the strength of pushing the coffin and the soil. Assuming that its current strength is 10, it needs 7 points of strength to break the coffin (not counting the coffin being nailed Possibility), it takes 15 points of strength to break open the soil, how can the skeleton get out without breaking the whole body?"

"After thinking about it, the skeleton found that this logic was wrong."

"The coffin is being pressed by the soil, and it is impossible for it to push the coffin lid away without the soil being removed, so it can only get out of the coffin by destroying the coffin lid."

"Now, the skeleton has to start recalculating again. According to its own osteoporosis, its own strength is about 2 to 5 points. It is impossible to destroy the coffin with one blow. Forcibly attacking will make your whole body Arms were shattered, and in severe cases, half of the body was shattered."

"The skeleton finds that things are very difficult, but it is a skeleton that is not afraid of difficulties, so it continues to think and simulate in its brain, but it has no brain, and its thinking speed is as slow as a snail."

"The skeleton finally figured out a way. It can destroy the coffin bit by bit, and the water drops through the stone."

"So the skeleton raised its hand and grabbed the coffin lid. Just as its fingers touched the coffin lid, its fingers and palms were broken and scattered into a pile of debris."

"It turns out that a long, long time has passed when the skeleton's slow-as-snail brain thought of a good way. The situation of the skeleton itself is even worse. Its power is now 0."

"In the end, the skeleton still couldn't get out of the cemetery."

"Well, um," Gangji smiled slightly, "Kujiji-jun's writing is quite good."

"This clumsy work made Tsunayoshi-kun laugh at me." said Hayato Kikuji, "Actually, when I wrote it, I calculated many ways."

Hayato took his own notebook and opened a page. There were pictures drawn on it, including skeletons, coffins, and soil. In addition, there were many numerical values, densely written on a page.

Gang Ji glanced at the exposed point on the back page, which was densely filled with various values.

Seeing that Hayato was going to explain it in detail, Tsunaji suddenly had a big head like a bull, and hurriedly said: "It's almost time, the club activities are here. Wait, do you want to go shopping together? I want to buy a birthday for Yamamoto Gift."

When Hayato heard this, he naturally agreed. Although the purpose of shopping was to buy a gift for that annoying baseball idiot, he was still very happy to be with Tsunayoshi.

Seeing this, Gangji also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: I have finally escaped, and I don't need to listen to the prison temple's long speeches.

Tsunakichi locked the door of the activity room, put "No Place in the World" back on the bookshelf, and left with Hayato Gokuji.

Commercial street.

Tsunayoshi held a taiyaki in his hand and looked at the graffiti wall opposite.

A certain god in sportswear was sneakily doing something on the graffiti wall, and beside him stood a little distance away from him, a blond boy who didn't seem to be looking at him.

"This is... Yato?"

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