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Time seemed to stand still, except for the rustling of the leaves blown by the wind, the only thing left was their intertwined breathing and their beating hearts.

All the strength in my body was drained.

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't notice the people around him who looked over, or in other words, all his thoughts were still focused on the deafening "confession" words uttered by Osamu Dazai.

Without the slightest sign, he suddenly understood what he had been struggling with all this time, and the vague thing that had troubled him for a long time was directly exposed.

It turns out that apart from dislike, there is also a layer of love between them. Such contradictory emotions are so subtly expressed to the same person, but because of the usual relationship between order and obedience, the "like" is hidden.

It's the same when you think about it carefully. If it was another person who threatened him to do some unruly things in the name of his boss, Zhongye Zhongye would beat his head to death.

Of course, only Osamu Dazai could do such a ridiculous thing.

It's ridiculous that the person who said "like" to him at this moment has never had any specific expression of liking between them, and even the initial ambiguity was deliberately created to humiliate the other party.

After all, in the beginning, both of them wished that the other party would die in their own hands, and they were more happy to see the other party's misfortune than anything else.

Speaking of the rare intimacy between them, Nakahara Zhong also didn't feel very comfortable, let alone got such a big "surprise" when he woke up.

The black-haired leader just touched it carefully before leaving, as if he was afraid that if he stayed for a second longer, he would dislike Nakahara Chuya. I can clearly see a small self inside.

It is a very serious attitude, and it has never been uncertain. It was almost just a moment, and Nakahara was sure that Dazai Osamu was afraid.

That's right, when he was a dead mackerel in the past, he was shameless, and his teasing attitude didn't allow Zhongyuanzhong to have his own thoughts of being valued, let alone such things as him liking me.

Osamu Dazai also felt that time was grindingly slow. He held his breath and looked at the red-haired cadre in front of him, as if he couldn't see enough. The strong emotions in his pupils made people feel almost burned. .

He moved his throat almost in panic, and his fingers twitched almost inaudibly. Perhaps the silence made him act more boldly, or he wanted to add even one more bargaining chip for himself.

He concentrated on observing Chuya Nakahara's expression, tentatively holding Chuya Nakahara's cheeks with both hands, compared to other people's smaller cheeks, which were more delicate in the white palms.

Like a fruit that is about to ripen, it seems that with a little more effort, the sweet juice can be squeezed out.

The boy in the clean white school uniform raised his head slightly, his breathing was a little short, as if he had been shocked by some unknown event, his expression was dazed, and his handsome and arrogant face revealed a sense of bewilderment that he didn't know what to do.

——So, this time, shouldn't he be lying to him with a joking attitude?

Then, what should he do?

Nakahara also thought, according to him in the past, when he heard Dazai Osamu say these words at first, he must be disgusted. It feels like eating a fruit and eating a worm, and then he may immediately curse the worm. Mackerel.

But that was only before, and it was still an untested hypothesis.

More and more thoughts were fermenting in his mind, and an unspeakable complexity suddenly arose in Zhongyuan Zhongya's heart. Zhongyuan Zhongya also took a step back, and his whole body was even more attached to the wall. He restrained himself and took a deep breath. in one breath.

At the beginning, he also had doubts about Dazai Osamu's transformation. A person who was always gloomy all year round suddenly became vivid, and he stuck to him all day long, and his eyes were sticky when looking at people.

At that time, Nakahara also guessed that this mackerel wanted to use such a flattering attitude to gradually win his forgiveness because he knew the truth that he had been hiding.

I didn't expect... because I like him?

It has to be said that there was a sense of revenge in his heart, his knife-like eyes scratched the face of the black-haired leader, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also serious, wanting to find even the slightest shake on his face.

Unfortunately, no.

The intertwined thoughts suddenly became clear, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he was stunned just now, he was restrained by such a ridiculous thing, and he was still awkward here, he immediately broke away from the initial daze out.

He sneered at himself, and suddenly held Dazai Osamu's lips with one hand, with such force that the skin on the lower half of his face was wrinkled into a ball, his volume gradually increased, but his speaking speed became slower and slower, "Why do you Saying you like it means you like it? Since you are the leader of the port mafia, you are my boss?"

"Don't forget, I hate you the most!"

In an instant, the situation changed. The ocher-haired boy was no longer in a weak position. He moved quickly, spoke lazily, raised his jaw in a high arc, and his profile hidden under his hair was full of evil spirits. The colored eyes are extraordinarily bright.

It's like a high-ranking god is condescendingly asking, besides your status as the leader of the port mafia, what else do you have that others like?Do you deserve it?

This... is really too foul.

Osamu Dazai stared at the beautiful blue eyes of Nakahara Chuya silently. The arrogant and domineering attitude of the brown-haired boy did not arouse his disgust, but made him feel happy from the bottom of his heart... At least such an answer faintly revealed a message .

Isn't this the person Dazai Osamu has always liked!The fiery soul that never changed and could not hide its light shone on this person he loved.

Osamu Dazai ignored the hand pinching his face, he bulged his cheeks not so obviously, the soft hair on his forehead set off the delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the round eyes in his youth were bent into a crescent shape, which seemed to fit, "Yeah, I also hate Chuya the most."

However, people watching from the outside can't hear the tiger and wolf words of the two of them at all. All these scenes are only a few minutes in the eyes of others. It's normal to be impatient and make out indiscriminately.

Even if the two protagonists are boys, they are very tolerant. Most of them cover their lips and smile kindly, and leave after a few more glances, not intending to disturb the sweet love of the teenagers.

However, not everyone thinks so.

Shinobu Yushi pushed his glasses, and his voice was very peaceful, "Atobe, like Nakaya, it is impossible to be trapped in the campus. They have known each other for so long and it takes a long time to confirm their feelings. You have been here for a while. It's easy to get lost in caring about my cousin."

It can be said that it is expressing something, and of course it is also seeking truth from facts. In Yushi Ninzu's view, Keigo Atobe's awkward feelings for Chuya Nakahara are more between relatives. It's still better to say it clearly.

The sense of tacit understanding that seems to be one person cannot be learned by others no matter what. One starts to be strong, and the other is relatively restrained. It is natural to advance and retreat. They smile and cannot allow others to intervene.

"Do you need to remind me?" Atobe Keigo snorted coldly, as if venting his dissatisfaction, then glanced in the direction of the red-haired boy, and then stopped staying, "Let's go."

Atobe Keigo was more annoyed that Zhongyuan Zhongya had not been treated well. In his opinion, the boy with red hair deserved better, but since Zhongyuan Zhongya had chosen it himself, he would definitely not interfere.

If the red-haired boy is bullied again, it's a big deal... the big deal is that he will introduce better ones in the future.

"The man in black... Gin, you are not meddling, are you? It is for Keigo Atobe." Osamu Dazai snorted, although he didn't want to say it out loud.

He has initially contacted the man in black and learned his code name, but he has not disclosed any other information. Osamu Dazai is lying on the sofa and flipping through "Strategy of Chasing People".

Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned on the sofa and glanced at him lazily, "I have to settle the trouble before I leave."

Whether the last plan was realized, and the date of departure will be postponed, and they are already considering whether to ask Hongzi Koizumi to make another request... Those two people really don't look like people who can get together.

As for the two of them, it seems that there has been no more substantive development since the end of that day. The reason, Nakahara Chuya thought, might be that he had blown Mackerel's self-confidence to death.

Zhong Yuanzhong also grinned viciously, revealing two small pointed canine teeth.

Osamu Dazai stayed on this page for a long time. He seemed to have discovered something. His eyes became brighter and his cheeks became flushed. Then he sat up straight and rushed towards Chuya Nakahara next to him, "The underworld boss Your little wife sounds really good, Chuya~"

The tone of the young leader was full of excitement and temptation. With such a sudden attack, Nakahara was really thrown down. This suppressed posture made him very uncomfortable. Nakahara frowned and asked disdainfully, "The little wife who can beat you to the hospital?"

He looked Dazai Osamu up and down again, rolling his eyes out of the sky, "—and, just by you, who is the little wife?"

Failed again.

Dazai Osamu stretched out his tentative little feet for the first time in the past few days, and was kicked back again.

"..." Osamu Dazai blinked. He frowned deeply, pointed to the book with a serious expression, "I just saw such a similar method in the strategy guide, and I also thought it was inappropriate."

After a long time, he seemed to think of something again, and with the attitude of a scholar as if discussing some academic issue, he discussed seriously, "Otherwise, the little wife of a gangster cadre is also fine."