Yokohama diva, sultry online

"........."

For a moment, Osamu Dazai couldn't tell which message he was sad about from Nakahara Chuya's words.

The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is no longer as clear as when he was young. What he sees are only high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete, which makes people feel no warmth, and Osamu Dazai's heart is gradually sinking.

No, cadres cannot be lacking, and in his countless visions of the future, there is no lack of small slugs in any result.

Does this person not realize how important he is?

Osamu Dazai's kite-colored pupils floated many incomprehensible emotions, such as distress, irritability, and remorse... and then it gradually settled down like surging dust and returned to calm.

"Chuya, I said that I will tell you a secret when we meet."

When he said these words last time, Osamu Dazai inevitably still had a little fluke mentality. Although he was more appreciative and uneasy, this time he obviously decided to tell the truth clearly.

According to the development of this situation, I believe that it will not be long before the biggest truth that he tried his best to conceal will be completely exposed to Zhongyuan Zhongye, and it will be in the form of scene reproduction.

Osamu Dazai's intuition told himself that at such a time, it would be better for him to take the initiative to explain clearly. It is easier to explain intentionally than to deliberately conceal the plot.

"Don't change the subject, you bastard!" Osamu Dazai couldn't see the thoughts in Nakahara, he could only hear the dead mackerel say nonsense lightly, coupled with the uncomfortable feeling after being exposed to the rain, the whole People immediately became irritable.

He wanted to slam his hand on the seat, but when he got close to him, he held back, and resentfully retracted his hand into his pocket, then glanced at the person who heard the movement and looked over, with wrinkles between his brows and unnaturally Lower your voice.

Like a fried orange cat!

Yukimura Seiichi thought so in his heart, he looked at Nakahara Chuya who couldn't help clenching his fists, exuding a healthy and fresh breath, couldn't help but reminded him of a certain irritable kelp head in the tennis club.

The young man hurriedly got into the car at the last few seconds before departure, his whole body was drenched in water, his whole body was radiating a chill, and he was talking to the person on the phone.

It happened that there was fierceness on the pretty face, but he was afraid of disturbing others and forcibly restrained his minions. His blue eyes shone with sparkling light, and his awkward performance made people laugh.

Yukimura Seiichi didn't smile against his heart, he covered his lips lightly, let out a small laugh or two, the slightly curly dark blue hair set off the lines of his cheeks softer, making it even more inseparable Eye.

This time he asked for leave to buy some things, but unexpectedly he met an interesting middle school student, who seemed to be a student of Hyodi from the school uniform.

That's right, Chuya Nakahara's clothes basically have no other substitutes except for the shirts and trousers of the school uniform, so that he is easily recognized every time he skips class when he goes out.

It's not that he doesn't have money to buy other clothes. He still has the so-called "bodyguard salary" every month, and it's already very good compared to part-time middle school students of this age, but he doesn't want to buy it himself.

In the Central Plains, Mafia’s clothes at the port were also replaced by the same sets of clothes.

He hooked his fingers around the neckline and shook it back and forth a few times, so that the clothes attached to his skin could better contact the air and dry out. The black leather choker on his fair neck also stuck tightly to his skin, and Zhong Yuanzhong simply Start to untie with one hand.

His slender and delicate fingers flipped up and down nimbly, and only heard the sound of the buckle ringing. Zhong Yuan also grabbed the collar and put it in his pocket. He didn't even realize how cherished his face was.

"As the leader, you can't just disappear from Yokohama casually, otherwise it will definitely cause a big impact, at least the people in Mafia must..." Nakahara didn't finish this sentence, he knew that such a smart person as Dazai Osamu Certainly knew the ramifications of it better than he did.

The leader is the center of the organization, and without the leader, Mafia can do anything, at least he will definitely do something that seems unbelievable under his normal circumstances.

Osamu Dazai noticed that the stack of materials on the table had been on the table for a long time, and the content was nothing more than some small organization restlessness. He gently attached his hand to the printed cover, and clicked.

He frowned, with a cold arc on his face, but the ice on his face miraculously melted after hearing the familiar arrogant voice over there, "It's okay, I'm already making arrangements. Officer Hongye and Dunzai, even if I leave for a while, nothing will happen!"

His eyes became deeper and deeper, he tilted his ears to listen to Nakahara Chuya's answer, and began to rub the paper unconsciously with his fingertips, but the originally very soft paper has now become a sharp weapon for hurting people, Osamu Dazai just ignored it In seconds, blood flowed from the fingertips.

He was already very sensitive to pain, and immediately let go of the stack of documents, and the tingling pain disappeared just at that moment. Apart from some heat from the wound, there was still blood oozing out.

There will be some regular shaking sounds when the tram is moving, which is not annoying or disturbing. On the contrary, it will give people a sense of tranquility that hits the soul directly, and people can't help but let their brains empty and immerse themselves in it.

However, this obviously couldn't quench the dullness that surged in Zhongya's chest in an instant. He slowed down his shaking of his collar, snorted coldly in his nostrils, and obvious disdain shot out from his beautiful eyes, "Atsushi Nakajima ? The kid? What can he do?"

Osamu Dazai's tone was originally teasing, but suddenly Fu Zhixin said, "Don't you look like a child now, and you are younger than Atsushi... Chuya, you are still jealous, right?"

He lowered his head to hold his bleeding fingertips, and sucked the blood that had just flowed out into his mouth. The unique rusty smell of fresh blood filled his mouth instantly. It was originally a taste that Dazai Osamu hated, but at this moment he tasted sweet. smell.

"........."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a second, with an unbelievable expression on his face, with a tone of "you are joking", as if he was so anxious that he would miss this topic in the next second, "huh? I will be jealous because of him?"

Before Dazai Osamu could answer, Nakahara Chuya pointed to his head again, and said in disgust, "Is there anything wrong with your brain?"

The tail of the ochre-haired boy's hair was still dripping with water, and his jacket was sticking to his body wetly. Although it was summer, if it rained, wearing wet clothes would still have the possibility of catching a cold.

Yukimura Seichi took out the towel he carried with him from his tennis bag. Tennis itself is prone to sweating. He always prepares a clean towel in advance for emergencies.

After the red-haired boy put the phone back in his pocket, he moved closer slightly, and there seemed to be flowing light in his smiling eyes, and he said in a warm voice meaningfully, "Do you need a towel?"

He was sitting in the seat on the left of Zhongya Zhongye. Although it was not connected, it was enough for him to see everything just now. In his opinion, it was a story of a young man with brown hair from blowing up to recovering well and then back to blowing up. process.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the water-blue towel that was handed to him. The fingers holding the towel were slender and distinct, just like an artist's, and a fresh plant fragrance hit his face.

He made no secret of his scrutiny, and gradually moved his gaze upwards, and landed on Yukimura Seiichi's deceptively delicate cheek, which was so soft and indistinguishable from male and female, but the temperament mixed with gentleness and sharpness was also different. No one will really misunderstand his gender.

In short, it has nothing to do with him. Just after the unharmonious call with the dead mackerel, Zhongyuan Zhong also coldly rejected the boy's kindness, "No need!"