Yokohama diva, sultry online

Kudo Shinichi thought, no matter what, he had met the red-haired boy twice before, and this boy also helped him from the man in black at first.

It can't be more dangerous and difficult than this person who just met, and it seems that the two of them are familiar with each other before, but they don't know the specific relationship.

Thinking of this, he gathered his arms more and more, his petite back bowed slightly, he stood on tiptoe, and rubbed his head against Chuya Nakahara's clothes, as if he had found a rescuer.

Compared with the many thoughts in the hearts of the other two people, Nakahara Chuya's reaction was relatively simple. He was a little confused about the object that was tightly attached to his body, because in his heart, he should be the dead mackerel no matter what. It scares children even more.

After coming out of the confusion at the beginning, Nakahara began to dislike him subconsciously. He lowered his head coldly, and pulled the soft flesh on Kudo Shinichi's face with his fingers, trying to let him know that he was not a rescuer at all.

The touch in his hand was better than expected, as soft as cotton candy, and Nakahara still didn't see Kudo Shinichi's expression, but this did not prevent him from feeling the body of the elementary school student shaking from time to time in front of him.

He didn't even know if it was working in his heart, but he actually felt that the clothes where the child buried his head were wet with tears, Zhong Yuanzhong also stiffened his body, and he stopped the destructive movements of his hands.

Looking at Osamu Dazai with a blank face, his tone was a little erratic, "Why are you bullying the child? Hurry up and coax him!" But in his heart, he wanted to throw this hot potato out quickly.

Although the child's arms are short, they are enough to encircle Nakahara Chuya, and those two flesh-colored arms are lying on a place that Osamu Dazai has never touched a few times...

It would be fine if it was a child, but Osamu Dazai had already guessed that Kudo Shinichi might be an old guy who didn't know how old he was in disguise, and his face turned green as if he had swallowed a fly.

He stood there quietly, the daylight-like lights in the hospital cast a thick shadow from the top of his head on the soles of his feet, then without any warning, Yang reached out and picked up Kudo Shinichi's back collar, from between his teeth He squeezed out a few words coldly.

"I guess no one can bully such a child!"

Before others could react, the black-haired leader raised his arm again, and his forearm showed thin muscles. Facing the terrified Edogawa Conan, the words he said were full of emotions. Meaningfully, "The little slug really has a bad brain, and can't even see through such a simple disguise."

The ochre-haired boy doesn't know, but he knows it clearly. Your disguise is useless to me, and don't even think about implicating the matter on Nakahara Nakaya——Kudo Shinichi read the words in Dazai Osamu's dark eyes. the meaning of.

He is warning himself.

It can be said that in this state of suspended body, it is difficult for Kudo Shinichi to maintain his composure. He is like a drowning person, unable to find a point of strength in the wide lake, and unable to save himself.

The current situation is that the biggest secret he buried in his heart was mercilessly exposed by Osamu Dazai, although at present, except for the two of them, no one else knows what he is talking about.

Zhongyuan, who was out of the situation, really didn't know what the two of them were playing dumb, so under this premise, he was insulted by the dead mackerel. He suddenly squeezed his fingers tightly, and the joints issued a continuous "click" "The voice is creepy.

"Do you dare to say one more sentence?"

He squinted his ice-blue eyes to examine Kudo Shinichi, whose temperament had changed in an instant, and the doubts in his eyes became more and more intense.

- completely overturned.

The immature mask on Kudo Shinichi's face completely disappeared, and his expression gradually began to become dignified. The untimely mature and stable temperament emerged around him, and there was a kind of desperateness that was forced to the extreme.

He never thought that he would be exposed so easily, and he was guessed by a teenager who seemed to be the same age as him through a little clue.

Fortunately, they don't have any evidence yet. If they tell others, they might be regarded as crazy. After all, what happened to him can be called absurd under certain circumstances.

"Conan, where have you been?"

Mao Lilan opened the door and exclaimed. She bit her lip and looked at Conan Edogawa who was restrained. Her face was full of urgency, and she was very puzzled by the scene that caught her eyes.

The voice was tentative, "That... I'm sorry, did Conan do something to make you angry? I'm here to say sorry for him."

In fact, no matter how you look at it, her little devil has been taught a lesson. Mao Lilan knows Conan's character of running around in trouble. Just now she heard the deeds of the red-haired boy bravely fighting the black-clothed killer. Now she has to worry that Conan can't stand Chuya Nakahara punch.

Thinking of this, Mao Lilan pursed her diamond-shaped lips, frowned her slender eyebrows, and looked at Edogawa Conan who turned his head with disapproving eyes, "Conan, hurry up and apologize to my brother."

The girl's fingers were still on the wooden door, and her beautiful cheeks were full of reproaches. After careful observation, there were still many people defending him. Even if she was angry with him, it was more of concern.

But this can't be solved with an apology. She has no idea that the kid she trusts is Kudo Shinichi who has been deceiving her the most. Kudo Shinichi can't imagine what Lan will become if he finds out.

He fell into a great panic, which was even worse than when he faced the man in black. A sense of powerlessness that gradually spread from the depths of his soul gradually enveloped him.

He gritted his teeth tightly, cold sweat dripped from his back, and still managed to maintain his final calmness, praying that the black-haired boy in front of him would not see through his last disguise... at least not be exposed in front of Lan.

Don't put Lan in danger.

In Kudo Shin's eyes at this moment, Dazai Osamu is no different from a more terrifying existence than the devil. This black-haired boy can easily mobilize other people's minds with a few simple words, making people confused.

Little did he know that the more he forced himself, the more obvious it became. Naturally, these changes could not be hidden from Osamu Dazai. In a blink of an eye, he figured out the stakes involved, and he even calculated the optimal solution to seek the greatest benefit for himself.

Nakahara Chuya... Nakahara Chuya wanted to kill this nasty dead mackerel.

Is there anything more embarrassing than bullying other people's children and being caught by their parents on the spot?And it was two high school students who bullied an elementary school student, making people laugh out loud.

Nakahara Chuya's ears turned red in an instant, and then spread to his cheeks at a constant speed. He felt that his whole body was burning under Mao Lilan's gaze, as if someone had stripped his clothes in public, and wished he could beat Dazai to death on the spot.

He walked a few steps forward to Dazai Osamu's side, the distance between the two of them was very close, he quickly and accurately hit the black-haired leader's waist with his elbow, bared his teeth viciously, and signaled Dazai Osamu to hurry up Throw out the kid in it.

Hmm... good looking, he looked at Nakahara Chuya, who seemed to be covered in powder, groaned when he was hit by the force in his waist, and sighed a little helplessly.

Almost as soon as he lowered his head, Osamu Dazai could touch it with his lips. With the brown-haired boy defenseless, he could get it without much effort.

He seemed to be comforting, with a soft and soft tone, as if coaxing a child, "Got it, got it, what are you in a hurry for?"

Nakahara Chuya: Fuck!Who are you kidding?

After happily seeing the blue veins on the forehead of the ocher-haired boy, Osamu Dazai turned his head to Mao Lilan, he gently put Conan on the ground, and then rubbed his hair with a smile, "Miss Maori, what are we doing?" None, just..."

He deliberately paused for a moment to give people enough room for imagination. Logically speaking, he could think whatever he wanted, but Kudo Shinichi knew that Dazai Osamu's words were obviously aimed at him, about his unspeakable secret.

There was obviously a half-smile in those eyes, waiting to see his reaction, this person is really hateful!

Mao Lilan's brows became darker, and she had already thought of many possibilities in her mind, "Just say it, and I will definitely fix him."

Kudo Shinichi's heart was clenched, he clenched his sweaty palms, and under the gaze that saw him through, he took the first step to kill all possibilities in the cradle, "Sister Xiaolan, I'm here Let's play with big brother, don't bother us."

This is a lie that can be easily exposed, and it is not clever at all. If Osamu Dazai wanted to, he could immediately expose it. He pretended not to see the struggle and tension in Kudo Shinichi's eyes, and moved his fingers bit by bit. Beating the arm.

He had never felt such a complete sense of failure before. He was completely led by the nose, and there was no loophole in the counterattack. The tapping fingers were like a reminder. Kudo Shinichi unknowingly slowed down his breathing and waited.

He was waiting for Dazai Osamu's decision.

No matter how slow you are, you can see that something is wrong with them, Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, he didn't choose to continue to investigate, but just glanced at the time and said softly beside the black-haired leader, "I have something to do tomorrow, don't waste any more time. "

It's not an excuse, there is indeed something to do tomorrow, Nakahara Chuya watched Dazai Osamu's small movements, and knew that he was throwing up a stomach full of bad water.

Osamu Dazai suddenly smiled, spread his hands with an innocent expression, looked at the elementary school student who seemed to be out of breath, with a loving expression, "...Of course there is nothing else, Miss Mori, we are just playing games with him."

In the end, he added something meaningful, "Your brother is so cute, I hope I can play with him in the future."

"Why didn't I know that you still have the hobby of being brave?" To be precise, this was the first time Keigo Atobe spoke to Nakahara Chuya when he was angry these days. He sneered, "Still looking after yourself Move out to live with that Dazai."

"My uncle is going to play tomorrow." It can be said to be very arrogant. This is similar to the tone of the announcement, and there is no choice for others to object. "As the manager of the tennis department, you have to cheer and cheer."

The above is from the phone call of the young master Atobe, because Nakahara Chuya’s guardian when he entered school fell under the name of Atobe, so this noble act of bravery was informed by the police to Atobe.

That gorgeous young man was obviously worried about whether he was injured, but he used such a bad tone on the phone. Under certain circumstances, Nakahara Zhong could not laugh or cry, but it was indeed his fault to move out without authorization.

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai with a not-so-good expression on his face, and said flatly, "I promised Atobe to watch his games, and now I can be regarded as the listed manager of the tennis club in name." I don't want to be a manager.

The dead mackerel has been emitting black gas since he left the house, and no one forced him to come along, just looking at it makes his fists itch.

"Yeah, Zhongzai's life in Bingdi is flourishing, and I can see so many lovely little brothers and sisters every day."

The scene was spectacular. The support team of hundreds of people was unique among many schools, shouting slogans in unison. Even those who had never been in contact with it could not help being fascinated by the comparison.

Osamu Dazai was so sad that he was about to bubble. In such a short period of time, he met many people with good personalities and good looks. These excellent people always appeared around Chuya Nakahara, making him hard to guard against.

It’s not that he thinks too much, Osamu Dazai understands how attractive a boy like Keigo Atobe is to people like them who have been in the dark since childhood.

Maybe there is such a light-hungry side in his nature, the boy is young, glamorous, and beautiful... Even some minor problems on his body have become bonus points in this situation.

Just because they have never encountered such a person, they are more likely to be tempted than other types of talents. There are many decayed and dark places, and they always want to let their lives shine into the sun.

It's just human nature.

The young man who looked like a king was sitting in the coach's position, with a casual posture, slightly touched the tear mole under the corner of his eye with his finger, but his face was sinking like water. It was obvious that the scene was not very optimistic, but he still maintained his haughty aura.

He...

Even before he made a move, he had already fallen into failure. As far as Nakahara Nakaya knew Atobe, even though he was a little confident and narcissistic, he was not arrogant and would not make such a serious mistake.

Then, it can only be intentional.

Such a mistake reminded Nakahara of what Keigo Atobe was worried about before, and it seemed that he had found a solution.

The outcome was decided, and Zhong Yuanzhong was not interested in watching any further. He straightened his body lying on the fence, put his hands in his pockets, and prepared to leave.

Dazai Osamu's face was indifferent, he stared ahead, but his eyes were blank, as if he didn't pay attention to anything, he asked casually, "Aren't you going to comfort him?"

"..." As if asking his heart, Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a while, but his footsteps did not stop, his tone was very calm, "I won't go, it's better to let them solve this kind of thing by themselves, I will go Can't help much either."

It seems that he didn't take this matter to heart, but Dazai Osamu can see from the frown that Nakahara Nakaya just frowned that he is actually not as calm as the surface. His little slug is worried about that man named Atobe Kei My boy, worried about the tennis club members who lost the game.

This is just a small failure, insignificant in the journey of life, why worry?What is there to worry about?

Osamu Dazai thought so, he walked side by side with the cadre Zhefa, they were going to leave early in order to avoid embarrassing scenes, Osamu Dazai thought he didn't care as much as he imagined, he thought he could bear it.

However, people always choose to explode in silence, especially when they have already left early, but Zhefa's thoughts are still on those teenagers. Why do everyone compete with him for the little slug's attention?

He continued to think, and walked to a corner in silence, and then, as if he had made a certain decision, he began to put it into practice in a place where no one was around.

...This is the second time.

Obviously he was the first to take the initiative, but there was a fragile aura exuding from the inside out, as if a coward who was afraid of being hurt, suppressed the fear in his heart, and took the first step tentatively.

The two arms of the black-haired leader rested on his ears, trapping him in this small world. Nakahara Chuya leaned his head against the wall, raised his head slightly and stared blankly at the fragile Dazai at this moment. Zhi, the body subconsciously wants to resist.

The ocher-haired cadre leaned against the wall with one hand, trying to widen the distance between them, and with the other hand was about to break off the arm that bound him. There is no doubt that Zhong Yuanzhong can easily achieve his goal. Purpose - as long as he wants to break free, Osamu Dazai will not be able to stop him no matter what.

But as soon as his fingertips touched his skin, Nakahara Nakahara immediately moved his fingers away as if he had been scalded. He seemed to be amazed at why Osamu Dazai, who usually had a relatively low temperature, became so hot today.

Osamu Dazai really felt hot, and this heat came from his uncontrollable longing.

He quickly covered those blue eyes with the palm of his hand, those eyes were so clear that they could clearly reflect the hesitation and uncertainty on Dazai Osamu's face that disgusted him to the core, as well as the hiding place. Cowardice in the bones.

He began to let himself go without thinking about the consequences, and with the little courage he had accumulated with great difficulty, he lowered his head and whispered softly in the ear of the red-haired cadre, "Zhongye, don't move."

Don't move, just this once, just indulge me like this once.

It was a begging tone, very obvious, so obvious that Zhongyuan Zhong also doubted whether this person was really Dazai Osamu, and it rang softly in his ear, not so obvious, but with a bearable tone. Can't stand the weight.

How could a dead mackerel beg others?He is the leader of the port mafia, what can't he get?

Zhong Yuanzhong was a little angry for no reason, but he stiffened his body and followed the black-haired leader's intention and did not move any more. The loss of vision stimulated other senses even more. He felt that the other hand of the dead mackerel submerged unconsciously. Between the hair on the top of his head, an inescapable touch came from the top of his head.

The eyes and the head, the darkness of vision and the feeling of the body, almost the parts that made him most guarded are no longer under his control at the moment, and now only Osamu Dazai can arouse his reaction.

Well-behaved and a little cute, her flesh-colored lips pursed into an arc, and her straight nose exhaled a scorching breath. In a state of no resistance at all, it seemed that she was facing the person she cherished the most, letting you pick and choose.

"...Zhongye." He seemed to be sighing and called out the name of a red-haired cadre, his eyes were filled with thick and shocking affection, not gloomy, but affectionate, "Do you know , I really like you, to the point where I can go crazy for you."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue.

The voice of the dead mackerel seemed to be hoarse, and the more words he spoke, the heavier his breath became, and the accumulation of the stimulation sprayed on the skin was enough to make Zhongyuan Zhongye's heart beat faster and faster .

His brain suddenly went blank, and a weak current spread from the cochlea throughout his body. It was like tinnitus for a moment, and he couldn't hear any sound. He couldn't tell whether it was reality or illusion, so he blinked his eyes in confusion.

He didn't know how to react, or even what was on his mind.

The eyelashes under the palm moved, and the usually subtle movements became more and more obvious in the sensitive palm of his hand. Osamu Dazai hooked the corners of his lips invisibly, his heart was as soft as running water, and he kept his shaved hair down. The posture of being embedded in the arms remains unchanged.

His eyes fixed on Zhongyuan Zhongye's tightly closed lips, and slowly covered them. When he was about to touch but didn't touch it, he stopped as if the pause button was pressed. He seemed to think of something, and slowly Moved away the fingers covering the eyes of the red-haired cadre.

The light re-entered the eyes, and the field of vision returned to brightness. Everything seemed to have just blinked, and nothing else happened. Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little bit lost while he was relieved.

It was really too close just now, as close as he and Osamu Dazai were fighting for the air between their nostrils.

This person is really teasing him in such a disgusting way!

Flames danced in the blue eyes. When everything was silent, under the clear witness of Central Plains, the youngest and most unfathomable leader of the mafia at the port, with the attitude of treating the most precious treasure, slowly kissed the on his eyes.

Tender, moist, intense.

Under the slightly curly black hair, the last thing Nakahara saw was Osamu Dazai's smiling eyes that seemed to enclose the whole world. In an instant, a hundred flowers bloomed, "I don't want to be a coward this time."

In the corner where the sun can't shine, the bodies of the two teenagers overlap each other, slender and beautiful, the black-haired boy closed his eyes devoutly, as if kissing his own god, gently touched the eyes of the red-haired boy with his lips .

The breeze blew, the shadows of the trees whirled, swaying and cutting out pieces of light and shadow, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. In this quiet afternoon, this picturesque scene just became the scenery in the eyes of others.

There were uncontrollable exclamations from all around, as if lamenting the madness and beauty of young love, who was the first to discover it was not so important, but it was obvious that the place where a tennis match had just ended was the least lacking. The most important thing is the onlookers.

Ninaku Yushi only knew that Keigo Atobe was standing beside him when he followed his gaze. This was more suffocating than losing the game. At that time, he was very envious of those in the tennis club who didn't know the inside story The main players who are bold in the boy of admiration.

Sometimes knowing too much is really not a good thing, for example, he often struggles in other people's feelings and has difficulty breathing.

He pushed his glasses and grabbed the arm of the taciturn head of the tennis department. There was some numbness on his handsome face, "Atobe, calm down!"