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"I didn't, Chuya."

Osamu Dazai wanted to say that he never thought of using the little slug as a tool, but the actions he made before were not convincing at all, and even his objection at this moment was so pale and empty.

However, there is no medicine for regret in the world. No matter how anxious and regretful he is, Osamu Dazai's fingers twitched, and he could only give up this topic first.

To be honest, it is really stressful to be stared at by Dazai Osamu's lacquer-like eyes, especially when this person is silent, you can't guess his thoughts at all.

Zhongyuan Zhong also did not regret expressing his thoughts, even though this greatly violated the rules of subordinates strictly obeying the leader, a good cadre should be willing to serve as the sharpest tool in the hands of the superior.

But Nakahara Chuya's pride does not allow him to be used as such a tool. If he is to go through fire and water to fight against a hundred times stronger enemy, even if the chance of winning is slim, he has no opinion at all.

This is a place in the backlight. The two of them are shrouded in the shadow of the wall. Their posture is too close at this moment, making others seem to guess that they are very close. However, Osamu Dazai can clearly see that from Chuya Nakahara's blue eyes. A thick barrier.

The tensed body arched slightly because of being too nervous. Osamu Dazai certainly knew that this was the easiest state in the Central Plains to exert strength. The red-haired boy didn't intend to take a step back, as if he was stubborn to deal with this matter all at once. Get rid of.

But how can this be something that can be explained clearly at once, not to mention Osamu Dazai doesn't want to solve this matter according to the little slug's idea at all.

The overly dignified atmosphere seems to have squeezed out all the oxygen in this area, making it difficult to breathe.

How despicable I am, Osamu Dazai thought with lowered eyes innocently.

He let go of the fingers that hooked Choker and slowly fell to his legs, and spread his other hand flat against the chest of the red-haired boy. His already pale cheeks suddenly turned pale to almost transparent, and his breathing became short of breath. When he got up, it seemed that he couldn't bear his forehead falling on Nakahara Chuya's shoulder.

That's right, Osamu Dazai is pretending to be pitiful.

He snorted, his back bent in a fragile arc, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the baggy clothes on his body made him look too thin and fragile.

Even the great anger was extinguished by this scene. The black-haired leader's expression was extremely painful, cold sweat was already breaking out on his cheeks, his lips were trembling but he couldn't speak, and every move told the owner that something was wrong.

"—— Dazai!" Nakahara Nakaya shouted anxiously first, and then fell silent. He half hugged Dazai who had started to stand unsteadily, frowned and gently let him sit against the wall, " You are hurt?"

The black-haired leader covered his abdomen with his palms, and the sweat dripped down his curvaceous jaw onto the clothes on his chest. He tried to hold back the pain, but the violent heaving of his chest revealed his true state.

Nakahara was also affirmed, and he supported Osamu Dazai's waist with his hands to adjust him to an effortless posture. The coldness in his eyes gradually boiled, "You are hurt."

He stared at the position covered by Osamu Dazai. Apart from being covered by the shirt, there was a thick layer of bandages inside. It would not be obvious from the outside, but Nakahara still stubbornly did so.

He didn't know what kind of wound it was, whether it was serious or not, and Nakahara didn't dare to move Dazai Osamu rashly, so he could only half-squat with unknown sulking, still maintaining a frowning expression.

Osamu Dazai spoke in a breathless voice, at first glance it really looked like he was seriously injured and dying soon, he licked his dry lips and comforted him, "It's not a serious injury, it's just that we dealt with things too hastily before we came here Yes, I accidentally got shot."

Studies have shown that answering "I was not seriously injured" at this time will make people feel more compassionate than directly answering "I was seriously injured", and the better effect will make people forget the contradiction just now.

This trick has been tried and tested repeatedly, and other people who know his character can see through at a glance that he is pretending, but this little slug believes it every time with a lot of face, obviously he has been deceived many times.

Nakahara Chuya... Nakahara Chuya was even more worried.

The coughing sound from time to time, like the screeching sound of an old blower when it is working hard, makes Zhongyuan immediately think of death and disappearance. These two words are not very happy.

Almost instantly, Zhongyuan Zhong was in a mess. He began to get angry with the subordinates who had not fulfilled their duties, and even caused the leader to suffer a gunshot wound. "Is the wound open? What are those subordinates who are protecting you doing?"

But what annoyed him even more was that Osamu Dazai's injury was actually caused by him, all because he was in a hurry to come here and bring him back to the port mafia, otherwise, according to the dead mackerel's head, he would not let himself be negligent at all to this point.

The beautifully shaped eyes were rendered even more thrilling by the anger, Nakahara also thumped the ground hard, he took a deep breath, "I'll take you back to Atobe's house first, let his family doctor take a look at it for you."

Osamu Dazai's goal has been perfectly achieved, he knew that the effect of what he said just now must be very good, in fact the effect is indeed very good, a bit too good.

How, how, can, can, ask Keigo Atobe to help?Are you kidding?That brat, arrogant brat!

The villain in Osamu Dazai was already furious, the veins on his forehead were beating happily, his originally straight lips drooped instantly, and his voice was weakened by the blow, "I won't go!"

Sure enough, they separated for a short period of time, and this simple-minded little slug was snatched away by outsiders, and they wanted him to be stared at by Keigo Atobe in the past. Impossible, impossible in this life!

Little did he know that this more painful performance strengthened Nakahara Chuya's thoughts. He thought Dazai Osamu didn't believe Keigo Atobe, who was a stranger to him, so he assured him, "Atobe people are very good. Don't worry."

What the hell am I worrying about?

Osamu Dazai was about to vomit blood from anger.

He observed Zhongya Zhongyuan calmly through the gap between the hair, and the undisguised trust of the red-haired boy caught his eyes, very pure, without the slightest reluctance.

He could only see this kind of look in the past in Ozaki Koyo and the subordinates of Zhefa cadres. Even he himself would rarely gain such wholehearted trust from Chuya Nakahara, and Keigo Atobe got it so easily ?

Osamu Dazai admitted that he was jealous, he was mad with acid, but the current situation did not allow him to do anything else, he gritted his teeth expressionlessly, his kite-colored pupils fixedly stared at the ground.

"I'm fine, I'm not going!" A compromise was temporarily reached.

No matter how miserable Dazai Osamu is at the moment, he still has the temperament of the leader of the port mafia in his body, and the aura of the superior clearly expresses his unswerving.

But as we all know, Nakahara was not afraid at all, he took Dazai Osamu's arm and put it around his neck, and dragged him up with a little effort.

Just staying like this is not an option, the power of the summer sun cannot be underestimated, and the opening of the wound is also not a trivial matter.

Dazai Osamu stood up, but his body was still leaning on Nakahara Chuya's body. Although there was no direct contact, he was weak and unable to walk alone. It was inevitable that his cheek would accidentally rub against the little slug while walking. .

He smelled a strange faint scent of roses, lingering around the body of the red-haired boy, as if he had inadvertently picked it up, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Even though it was only a one-time relationship, he could still smell the rose fragrance from Keigo Atobe.

Nakahara also suddenly remembered something that made him unhappy. He didn't notice the entanglement in Dazai Osamu's heart, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Your "Completely Freedom" that you never leave your body all day long Why is the Killing Manual missing?"

"..." I don't quite understand why the topic suddenly changed so quickly, but the body can only follow the pace of Nakahara Chuya, Dazai Osamu said casually, "What are you talking about, after years of research, I found the method inside It's not practical, and it's a waste of energy to hold it."

These words made Zhongyuan Zhong feel comfortable. Although eight out of ten is not the real reason, but what he said next is the key point, "Is that so, I also think that instead of you wanting to use those impractical methods one day, it is better Come to me, I am happy to help, and I will definitely satisfy you.”

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the wound on his abdomen and said meaningfully, "So if you want it, just stand in front of me completely, and I will definitely give you a very good experience."

This was a warning to him, but why did the following paragraph have an ambiguous feeling, Dazai Osamu's mind fluttered for a moment, but he quickly restrained his charming thoughts and hid them in his heart.

He listened to these unceremonious words, every word revealed the meaning of sending him away, but he could always interpret the meaning that was not superficial——his life did not belong to him but belonged to him. It's a little slug, so even getting hurt requires his permission.

This overbearing is too cute, no matter who it is, it is too arrogant, but Osamu Dazai only feels satisfaction and joy.

"Then I'll leave it to Zhongye from now on."

Osamu Dazai chuckled, like a child, he didn't pay attention to other things when he got up and walked in a direction other than the tennis court just now, and only focused on the cadre Zhefa.

However, what he didn't know was that Nakahara Chu also guessed that Atobe should change clothes in the lounge by now.

Nakahara also bears most of Dazai Osamu's weight, but this is nothing to him, he stopped at the door of the lounge, saw the shadow of Atobe through the glass, raised his hand and knocked.

Atobe Keigo pushed open the door and looked at the black-haired boy who was clearly out of shape. Leaving aside the postures of the two of them at the moment, the wound under Dazai's nose and the bruises on the corners of his lips are enough to explain how he was treated. , not to mention a layer of dust on the black coat.

How many times did it roll on the ground?

Please make sure to have more such reminiscences. It is best to beat him so that he can't take care of himself, so that he can't pester the young boy with red hair.

Atobe Keigo raised his eyebrows. He wiped the sweat off his cheeks with a towel. His magnetic and melodious voice was full of schadenfreude. He glanced at the miserable Dazai Osamu, "Are you talking about old times? It's really too much." .”

Osamu Dazai, who was frozen in place since he saw Keigo Atobe, realized that something was wrong: Damn it! ! !

Nakahara also coughed lightly, and he touched the tip of his nose, "Atobe, Dazai... My partner is not feeling well, can you ask your family doctor to take a look at him."

Osamu Dazai: I was dumbfounded.

Where did he get the gunshot wound from?

—How to make a gunshot wound in the abdomen without a gun?Waiting online, very urgent!

——May I ask what should I do if the lie I just told is exposed in front of my wife-to-be and rival in love?Waiting online, very urgent!