Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

A white bus is driving smoothly on the highway.

It was almost late autumn at this time, and under the light blue sky, the mountains covered with red leaves around the road spread and extended mightily, reaching the distant sky as if they were burning in the evening.

Withdrawing his eyes from the fuzzy red shadows passing by on both sides of the car window, Ha Shanliang poked Chuangzhen in the front seat, and asked in a low voice:

"Where's Hai Laoze? Why isn't she together?"

This was the second day after the field study ended and everyone returned to school.

Invited by Tian Suohui's internship site and the proprietress of the hot spring hotel, everyone in Jixingliao, as well as a few non-staff people, boarded the hotel's bus to pick up and drop off guests, preparing for a pleasant journey of viewing maple leaves and bathing in hot springs.

Even Isshiki Kei, a second-year student who had no vacation, skipped class to follow, except for one person who was not present.

"Ah, she didn't go back to school."

Chuangzhen leaned back and said, "After the field study was over, she went back to Yokohama directly from the foggy house, saying that it was someone's birthday at home."

"Also, it is said that Xiao Gancha's family also wants to celebrate her joining the Top Ten, so they seem to have some arrangements."

Yi Sehui, who was sitting in the front row, heard their conversation and turned around to add.

"...That's it."

Under the pointed smiling gaze of the senior, Ye Shan turned his head uncomfortably, but inadvertently saw the advertisement pasted on the back of the seat.

"This is—" he read out, "fishing rod rental?"

"Yes, there are rivers suitable for fishing in the mountains. The tourists who come here, as well as the nearby residents, all want to catch the river master."

The uncle at the hotel replied cheerfully while driving the car.

Lord of the river?

The name sounds so cool.The three teenagers who participated in the finals of the autumn election, but were not satisfied with the results and were not convinced by each other, looked at each other, and there was almost a spark when their eyes collided.

——It must be me who caught it!

"...Yes, that's it, thank you."

In the afternoon of the same day, in the mountain hotel covered by red leaves, Fukuzawa Yukichi took the fishing rod and small bucket from the waiter, thanked them politely, and turned to look at the two people standing behind.

Ranpo and Amcha in yukata were happily getting together, and they were muttering something.

A slight smile appeared on the serious face of the silver-haired man.He reminded slowly: "The things are here, let's go."

"Oh—let me see!"

Luanbu approached excitedly, took the small bucket from Fuze, and took a look inside.

Naturally, there was nothing in the bucket.The detective was about to wrinkle his face in dissatisfaction when the girl next to him took out a small yellow rubber duck from his sleeve and handed it to him with a smile.

So Luanbu was immediately happy.The green-eyed young man happily took it and threw the little yellow duck into the bucket.

"When the time comes, if you catch a fish, bring it back and make it into a sweet fish dish."

While walking outside, the girl continued the topic just now.She promised Ranpo: "I learned a little authentic Chinese cooking with a girl in the same grade—how about making sweet and sour fish fillets?"

Although the birthday meal earlier today made him feel very satisfied, Ranpo still raised his chin and asked arrogantly:

"Don't be jealous!" Luanbu said confidently, "A detective doesn't want to eat sour things."

Gancha nodded, and said the bottomless echo that Nakiri Ji or Nakiri Erina might faint when they heard it:

"No problem, I'll change it."

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was walking beside the two, imagined all-sweet fried fish fillets.

The expression and pace did not change at all, but the footsteps in Fukuzawa's heart paused for a second.He looked at the two of them, and finally decided to believe in the girl's hands that could turn decay into magic.

——Besides, today is Ranpo's birthday, so let him be happy.The silver-haired man thought so.

The three of them walked through the corridor, preparing to go out through the back door of the hotel courtyard, and go to the back mountain from the path there.

Just as they passed the small courtyard reserved by the detective agency, Kunikida's very familiar roar came from the paper sliding door of the living room.

"Tai-zai!! Where did Dazai go again!!!"

It was clear that some poor man was looking for his missing partner again.

"Oh, Dazai."

An extremely calm voice that could immediately imagine the expression of the speaker who seemed to be in a daze—as long as he heard it—the voice replied:

"He said just now that he was going to look around, and then he went out."

However, contrary to Oda Sakunosuke's stability, Kunikida became more irritable.

"In the planned plan, the next itinerary is to soak in the hot spring! After soaking for a while, I will come up to wash my body, and then return to the room to enjoy the meal carefully prepared by the owner!"

As the sky was getting darker, old-fashioned lanterns were lit in the room, and the appearance of the young man holding a notebook was vaguely reflected on the paper sliding door.

"I don't have that kind of idle time—!"

Gan Cha tilted his head.

——Aren’t we just out for leisure?

The girl looked at the president who was still carrying the fishing rod in Hachikaze, and Luanbu who was shaking the little yellow duck in the bucket clangingly - no one seemed to follow Mr. Kunikida's plan.

"And what did that guy say? Want to look around?"

Kunikida took a breath: "Such a simple statement gave me goosebumps, no, my stomach started to cramp—that guy must be trying to do something bad again, maybe he's planning to go to the mountains to find nice tree..."

"Well, what a brat who doesn't know how to enjoy himself, Kunikida."

Yu Xie Ye's voice was lazy and cozy: "Don't be so nervous all the time. Tasting wine with red autumn leaves is also a beautiful thing, so don't hold on to your notebook—"

"With, with Dr. Yosano, my collar—!"

Leaving behind the pleasant noise, the three of them walked out, leisurely walking through the red leaves all over the mountains and plains.

After they had had enough fun, they randomly chose a comfortable meadow downstream, put their fishing rods by the river, and started fishing with extreme carelessness.

At this time, in the upper reaches of the river, the three of Chuangzhen have been working hard here for a long time.

But the results were obviously very poor. Only Ye Shan caught a small fry that looked like a toy and even needed to be released.

But the three teenagers are not easy to give up, so even though they have fished out many times and there is a comfortable hot spring waiting in the hotel, they still stay here tenaciously and decide to use the fish they catch to a showdown.

Chuangzhen's fishing rod suddenly moved.Feeling the heavy pulling force, the boy's eyes lit up:

"It must be the Lord of the River!"

The red-haired boy held the fishing rod tightly with both hands, and said excitedly, "Hiss—it's so heavy! Ye Shan, Hei Muchang, come and help me!"

Seeing him struggling, Ye Shan couldn't help being startled, and put down the fishing rod in his hand.

"It's coming. Kohei, be careful—"

The silver-haired boy ran over, helped Chuangzhen stabilize his body from behind, and looked up, not far away, Kurokiba Ryo was slowly moving towards this side, and couldn't help urging: "Hey, Kurokiba ! Come here quickly!"

"Oh……"

Kurokiba Ryo looked at them listlessly.

"Put the hijab on!!" the two yelled together.

After Yiyan put on the turban, Kurokiba Ryo's whole body was on fire.

"Oh! Whether it's the Lord of the River or anything else, nothing can escape the palm of my uncle!"

"Oh! It's become very reliable, Kurokiba." Chuangzhen shared his thoughts and gave him a thumbs up.

"It must have become very violent." Ye Shan complained.

"……Um?"

In short, after the Berserker Kurokiba joined, the three of them easily pulled the River Lord up—thanks to the target himself, he didn't seem to be struggling, which greatly reduced the difficulty of catching him.

That's right, people, not fish.

"..."

Looking at the wet black-haired young man with a windbreaker hanging from a fishhook, the three teenagers fell into a long silence.

The Lord of the River—could it be this person?

No, no matter how you think about it, it's impossible!

The mysterious man who was hooked was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, his wet black hair messily stuck to his cheeks, his pale face showing a shocking beauty.

Under the reflection of the burning red leaves around, it is almost like a legendary god and ghost.

"Save, save, save people!"

The teenagers froze for a moment, then rushed forward in a hurry, recalling what they had learned in the first aid class: "Drowning people, the first thing to do is—"

But the person lying quietly on his back suddenly let out a faint sigh, and the teenagers couldn't help being startled.

Under the nervous gaze of the three, the young man sat up, opened his eyes and looked around.

"It's you—"

He finally spoke, but his expression turned out to be a little disgusted: "Did you bother me to enter the water?"

"?what?"

"Suicide by jumping into the water."

Looking past the bewildered expressions of the boys, Dazai turned his longing eyes to the river beside him, and said with a sigh:

"This is a good river, and the water temperature is just right."

"..." I didn't see where it was going.

Like a sunflower following the sun, the eyes of the three of Chuangzhen followed his movements and turned to the endless river that had fished him out just now, and then moved back to him.

The young man's expression was pure and innocent, and he looked very serious—it was hard to tell whether he was joking or really serious.

"Well, forget it."

The other party sighed again, and said: "There seems to be a waterfall after this, it's good not to have to suffer like that."

"Huh? You don't really want to, "

Chuangzhen looked at him with incredulous eyes, and was stopped by Ye Shan just as he was speaking halfway.

The silver-haired boy looked warily at the person sitting on the ground, and whispered in Chuangzhen's ear: "Xingping, are you an idiot?! Ask such a thing, what if he jumps into the water again?"

"No, my motto is to commit suicide in a clear and energetic way. I don't want to cause trouble for others, so you don't need to worry about it."

Dazai stood up, patted the dirt on his clothes, and comforted him kindly.

"—I'm even more worried!!"

The three shouted at him together.

Dazai smiled and said nothing.

He stood on the shore with his hands in his pockets, as if he couldn't feel the cold at all, letting the evening wind blow his half-wet clothes, and the hem of the windbreaker was raised high behind him.

Under the fluttering black hair, the pair of kite-colored eyes looking at the water waves and tree shadows looked extraordinarily gentle.But if you look into it, you will be shocked by the bottomless dark mist lingering in his eyes.

Who is this guy?

"I'm Osamu Dazai."

As if he had read through their questions, the young man replied.

He turned his face sideways, raised his long eyelashes, looked at the red-haired boy standing in front of him with a cut at the end of his eyebrows, then glanced at the other two behind him one by one, and then moved his eyebrows, his face A little understanding smile slowly appeared on his face.

"You—could it be Yuanyue's students?"

The author has something to say: Qiuyue's encounter, the name of Shiji OAD3

Unbelievable, it happened to coincide with Ranpo's birthday, I have to update whatever I say today——!

With such an idea, I frantically fished under the nose of the professor.jpg

Although I didn't mention a few words () but!Happy birthday baby! !

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Qiyehan; bobo baby! !