I was touched by Yokohama

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "??!!"

"You work under that guy Dazai?!"

"Yes." Chacha nodded, with a cute and peaceful face, "What's the matter, Mr. Chuya?"

"...it's okay." Zhongyuan Zhong also hesitated to speak, pressed his temple, took a deep breath, "then... how do you feel?"

"Fortunately, there are not many tasks, basically they are fishing with Mr. Dazai." Chacha said this very honestly.

Chuya Nakahara, who had been diligently criticizing the documents that Osamu Dazai pushed irresponsibly, almost crushed the handle of the motorcycle.

If you compare Zhongya Zhongya's current feeling, it seems that an inattentive and annoying person used his money to date the girl he likes.

Fortunately, he still remembered that this was his favorite motorcycle, so he barely suppressed his anger towards a certain mackerel.

"Mr. Chuya, I'm leaving first." Chacha put a can of crab meat in Zhongya's hand.

"This is a thank you gift to Mr. Chuya, thank you Mr. Chuya today."

"Hey, wait a minute..." Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the can in his hand for a moment, then raised his head, and saw that Chacha had disappeared into the crowd.

"Run too fast."

A little helplessness appeared on Zhong Yuanzhong's face, but fortunately, he finally knew where the man was this time, so he could always catch him again.

……

The next day, Chacha arrived in Ganghei and gave the canned crab meat to Osamu Dazai.

"Mr. Dazai, congratulations on recovering from illness." Chacha said with a paralyzed face.

"Hey, my lady still remembers it. I'm so touched." Osamu Dazai quickly threw away the game console, took the canned crab meat into his arms, and his iris-colored eyes seemed to light up as little stars.

It seems to be very hungry.After all, during the fever, there was Chacha watching from the sidelines, Dazai Osamu did not really order other people to buy crab meat other than acting coquettishly to her.

Chacha: "Mr. Dazai, that's too exaggerated."

"How could it be? I will taste the canned crab meat bought by Miss little by little." Osamu Dazai smiled lightly, his eyes darkened slightly.

"However, as a gift in return, I should also give something back to Miss."

Chacha had a premonition, so she heard Osamu Dazai ask casually.

"For example, something that Miss is hiding?"

"Huh?" Chacha showed a puzzled look just right.

The atmosphere tightened imperceptibly, Osamu Dazai rested his chin and watched Chacha leisurely.

"Miss, are you the same person as Hayakawa Masami?"

"What does Mr. Dazai want to say?" Even in this hidden crisis, Chacha still asked calmly.

This made Osamu Dazai feel both natural and a little bit regretful.

I still really want to see how the lady panicked, even for a moment.

He sighed, but a smile appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth to make a "system" mouth shape.

"Miss, do you know this?"

Chacha: "Hmm."

Therefore, not only the players, but even already know the existence of the system.

In fact, it's quite normal. With Mr. Dazai's mind, it would be strange if he still doesn't know this information.

However, are you sure that she also has the system... Only the conversation a few days ago, there can't be something wrong with Chacha, it can only be that Hayakawa Masami has a bug.

"Will Mr. Dazai send me to the torture room?" Chacha didn't feel nervous at all, but asked curiously.

"How could it be?" Osamu Dazai seemed surprised, with his finger on his lips, "Such a lovely lady, how could I be willing to let her be treated cruelly?"

Who would be willing to let the treasure be damaged?

It's not that Osamu Dazai didn't think of other ways, he can be sure that Chacha is different from those who call themselves players.

Chacha must know more.

But Osamu Dazai did not take those dark methods. He had a strange premonition that if he did, he would regret it.

Of course, the current Osamu Dazai doesn't want to do anything to Chacha.

"Miss, do you know that those players will also kill each other?" Osamu Dazai suddenly brought up another topic leisurely.

Chacha blinked, she thought of the bullet from yesterday.

In fact, it's not surprising that players are eliminated from each other, because the types of systems are different, and everyone's goals are different, but if Chacha's guess is correct, the target audience is probably the same.

It is these people who hold weight in the fate of "StrayDogs".

"Mr. Dazai wants to say, if I stay in Gang Hei all the time, will the port mafia protect me?" Chacha asked, the golden cat's eyes were calm.

Osamu Dazai was startled, then burst out laughing, and slumped lazily on the sofa.

"more or less."

"However." He stopped laughing, there was no teasing smile on his face, and his voice was more gentle.

"If you don't leave my lady, I will protect you too."

and seduce.

……

Chacha left work early today.

It was Osamu Dazai who showed mercy.

In fact, under Osamu Dazai, Chacha didn't feel the hardship and terror that others said.Leaving get off work early seems to make no difference to Chacha.

Chacha walked into the elevator, only to find that there was another person in the elevator.

"Mr. Chuya, are you going to this floor?" Chacha asked.

"No." In fact, Zhong Yuan Zhongya, who came to this floor looking for Chacha, subconsciously pressed the brim of his top hat and coughed uncomfortably, "Which floor are you going to?"

"I'm going to the first floor." Chacha tilted her head, "Where's Mr. Chuya?"

"……Me too."

The button for the first floor lights up and the elevator descends gradually.

Chacha glanced at Zhongyuan Zhongye, and could only see his handsome profile with smooth lines.

Mr. Zhongya seems to be worrying about something.

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to feel the girl's gaze, his Adam's apple rolled, and he resisted not turning his head.

Chacha's gaze was attracted by this change, and she slid down to his throat.

On her white neck, she wore a black choker that was tightly attached to her Adam's apple, bringing out the color contrast.

"What's wrong?" In her eyes, Mr. Nakaya seemed to become more and more uncomfortable, and the crimson color began to spread from the base of his ears.

"Is there something wrong?"

He reached out to pull the choker, but suddenly stopped, put his hand down stiffly, and pulled the corner of the leather glove as if to cover up.

Chacha: "There's nothing wrong, I just think Mr. Chuya's choker looks good."

"Ah, is that so?" Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Chacha blinked and remembered something.

"Have Mr. Nakaya eaten canned crab meat?"

"Hmm." Zhong Yuanzhong also responded in a low voice, "The taste is not bad."

Chacha: "If Mr. Chuya likes..."

Clap!

The elevator wobbled and stopped suddenly.

"Have you reached the first floor?" Chacha looked towards the elevator door.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "Not yet."

He had a bad feeling.

The elevator door opened slowly, revealing the face of the person outside.

"Hey, miss," Dazai Osamu waved his hand, and quickly showed a disgusted expression, "and the little black dwarf."

"Why are you here?" Zhong Yuan folded his arms and snorted coldly, his face full of disapproval.

"The slimy slug appeared next to the lady, in order to protect the precious lady, how could I not come."

Osamu Dazai didn't care about Nakahara Nakaya's expression, and squeezed directly into the elevator.

"My kind and lovely lady, don't let your sympathy flare up. If you get entangled by a poor slug, I'm afraid the slug will be ashamed and refuse to come down again."

Osamu Dazai elongated the ending, and spoke sweetly and greasyly beside Chacha, trying his best to use adjectives to stomp on Nakahara Chuya.

Veins popped up in Zhongya Zhongye's forehead: "Don't listen to this guy, he's just a mackerel jumping around! There's not a single good word out of his mouth!"

Cha Cha: "..."

In other words, why do I feel that none of you are here to take the elevator.

"By the way, miss, I've finished eating those two cans of crab meat, can you buy them for me tomorrow, miss?" Osamu Dazai raised his voice.

Chacha was a little helpless: "Mr. Dazai, if you want to eat, just..." Go buy it yourself.

"Huh? You asked Chacha to buy it for you even though you have the salary of a cadre?" Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned deeply, his face full of displeasure.

He was about to continue to say something, but suddenly his eyes narrowed, "Wait, canned crab meat?"

"The two cans of crab meat yesterday were bought for you mackerel bastard?"

"Oh? How did Chuya know?" Osamu Dazai also narrowed his eyes, the iris-colored pupils were deep in color.

"I bought three," Chacha said absent-mindedly as if he could not feel the strong smell of gunpowder in the elevator room, "I gave one to Mr. Chuya when I met Mr. Nakaya."

Is the Hong Kong and Black Building built too high?

"Heh, is the little guy going to grab my canned crab meat now?" Osamu Dazai smiled, but said his words unceremoniously, "The canned crab meat that the lady bought for me was a waste of one in Zhongye. There."

"Can slugs still eat crab? Terrible."

"Poor slug, you can only follow behind and snatch my things."

Osamu Dazai sneered and sneered at the crazy output, Nakahara Chuya hardened his fist, "Huh? Mackerel bastard, she obviously gave it to me!"

Osamu Dazai finally put away his fake smile, and sneered at Nakahara Nakaya: "Miss bought it with my salary card, and it was all mine."

"Your salary card?" Nakahara also hesitated, showing his deep distrust of Dazai's words.

Chacha stared at the floor and said, "Mr. Dazai's words are true. I bought canned crab meat with Mr. Dazai's card and gave it to Mr. Nakaya."

Nakahara Chuya: "...is it true?" He couldn't believe it.

That guy Dazai's salary card is actually... Where is Chacha?

"Of course it's true." Dazai Osamu looked cold, "The slug ate what the lady gave me, and spit it out out of shame."

"Heh, Chacha gave it to me," Zhong Yuanzhong retorted without hesitation, "I think the canned crab meat you bought with your money is pretty good."

There was no shame in stealing his card so many times, and once he ate the canned crab meat bought with his money, Osamu Dazai ate it, and Nakahara Chuya suddenly felt a little better.

At any rate, they have been partners for several years, and Nakahara also knows that, despite Dazai Osamu's indifferent performance, he might actually be pissed off.

Chacha, who has been silent but has always been the center of the topic, is staring at the display of the elevator that is about to reach the first floor.

She ignored the two people behind her.

"What are you doing?"

The elevator door opened, and a young girl with blond hair and red skirt stood outside the door, as if very curious.