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Nakahara Chuya's eyes fell on Dazai Osamu's stinking expression, and he couldn't help but licked the corners of his lips, although the movement was very slight.

The black-haired boy was leaning on the light-colored sofa, his body shrunk unconsciously. The sofa was not that big, and the person sitting on it had a relatively good height even if he was a boy. More and more aggrieved.

It is more in line with his current status as a teenager, but he is still childish. If Zhong Yuanzhong ignores him, he will probably be sullen in his heart all the time.

Osamu Dazai's kite-colored pupils were sharp for a moment, and he looked up and down at the red-haired cadre beside him who was arranging his clothes. ?”

The young man is dressed very formally today. Although he is not in that kind of suit and leather shoes, his tall and straight figure gives a different meaning to the ordinary white shirt, and the close-fitting design outlines his somewhat slender waistline , exudes a fresh breath.

...I'm so pissed off!

Osamu Dazai couldn't help grinding his teeth.

For his current state, he is also very familiar with it. Some of the characters he abandoned before seem to be found in this relatively safe world.

Osamu Dazai thought, it was this nasty little slug that turned him into what he is now, but the instigator is now going to dress himself up for other men!

Nakahara, who was accused, also vaguely realized Dazai Osamu's psychological activities, but he didn't quite understand it.

It is said that it looks good, but for Nakahara Chuya, it is just a change of sportswear. What he is wearing now is just the most ordinary student attire, but the blue eyes of the person wearing the clothes are very energetic, so it makes people feel Feel clean and breathable.

He moved his shoulders back and forth, felt a slight pull in the clothes, curled up his delicate knuckles, and finally touched the neckline to unbutton the top button, "If you are free, you can Wait for me outside."

Osamu Dazai was a little uncertain about the attitude of the cadres. Rationally, Zhongyuanzhong would definitely not do anything against the port mafia. Although he knew it was wrong, he was subconsciously worried about this farewell.

Osamu Dazai knew that this was a common problem among men.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Facing the clear eyes of the ochre-haired boy, he suddenly heard what he said clearly. His dark complexion immediately cleared up, and there was a bit of joy in his voice, but he still pretended to be reserved, " I'm really relaxed now."

Dazai Osamu hadn't planned to go, no matter how unwilling he was, he could understand it, Nakahara Chuya and Atobe Keigo had to make it clear, he just didn't expect the little slug to take him there.

He stroked his chin and thought about it, seriousness flashed across his eyes, "Do I also want to change into a nice dress?" I can't be compared.

"........."

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes, and took the coat in his hand, "Do you think you are going to compare beauty?"

It should have been quite tangled, but Nakahara Nakaya calmed down when he saw that familiar face. He is not a twitchy character, and he came here just to make things clear.

After all, he lived there for a while, and the plants and trees in the manor are quite familiar. Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the boy who was sweating profusely in his private tennis court that weekend. His purple-gray hair reflected the dazzling brilliance in the sun. The slender limbs pull the body to create a perfect curve.

With a pleasant impact sound, the yellow ball hit the wall, and then the gorgeous young man put away his racket, his blue-purple eyes cut through the void like sharp arrows and looked straight at Zhongya Zhongyuan.

Zhong Yuanzhong also climbed over the fence, not sloppy at all, his azure eyes did not dodge, and his tone was full of calm, "Atobe, I came to say goodbye to you."

"........."

The frankness of the ochre-haired boy made Atobe Keigo uneasy. There seemed to be a stuffy flame burning in his chest, and the face that was gradually approaching was more and more clearly revealed in front of his eyes.

It's not like the boring nostalgia that ordinary people have, but it's still as flamboyant as when they first met, as if there is no existence in this world that can defeat him.

Atobe Keigo's eyes flickered, he lifted the shirt on his chest to wipe off the sweat, and shook the racket tightly in front of his eyes, "Come play with me?"

Nakahara also directly agreed with Atobe Keigo with his actions, he unbuttoned another button, then unbuttoned his arm, and rolled the cuff to the elbow,

He picked up his spare racket and walked to the other side of the tennis court, smiling wildly, "Come on."

"Your shot is quite gorgeous, no wonder my uncle's members are a little overwhelmed." Keigo Atobe was not stingy with his praise, and it is also very difficult for him to cope with it now.

Thinking about it, he also knew that Zhongyuan Zhong didn't use his full strength, which was not at the same level as what he felt before.

"How is it? I'm very confident in the next game!" Zhongyuan Zhong didn't respond, but raised his eyebrows and asked a question. His breathing didn't change even though he was running.

"They're all a bunch of unglamorous people, and they don't let my uncle worry at all."

Atobe Keigo seemed to have thought of something, with a strong dislike appearing on his face, and he looked regretfully at the body of the red-haired boy, which was very suitable for sports. Can do everything perfectly.

It's not that he insists Zhongyuan Zhongye do something, at least he thinks that it is the best decision for people of their age to go to school, but some people are destined not to be limited by common sense.

Nakahara Chuya's tone was very slow. He thought of the members of the Atobe Keigo Tennis Club with distinctive personalities, although sometimes he was a little out of tune, "Please tell them goodbye for me."

Dead mackerel is right, the less others know about these things, the better, and the more they know, the more troublesome it is. It is already a miracle that the two sides can form a bond across boundaries, and they must not interfere with each other after breaking up.

After one round, Nakahara couldn't help sweating a little. He said the white lie that he had discussed with Osamu Dazai with a blank face, "I should be going to Italy. I didn't tell you before that we are living abroad."

The subtext is that if there is no accident, it will be difficult to meet in the future.It makes sense, there are so many mafias in Italy, and there are always a few that are hidden so deeply that people can't find them out.

Although he was mentally prepared, Keigo Atobe still frowned when the red-haired boy said it.

He was silent for a while, his eyes were a little erratic, and his tone deliberately became very casual, as if he said something very ordinary, "If... I mean, if someone who is also worry-free passes by If the situation is not good, you can come back to look for your cousin, after all, our Atobe family will not treat your benefactor badly."

What he said was not very obvious, but Chuya Nakahara was able to clearly understand what Keigo Atobe meant.

This arrogant and gorgeous boy actually wants to be Chuya's backing, which is inexplicably cute.

Zhongyuan Zhong also picked up his coat with one hand, stretched his waist with the other hand, and was silent for a while, then an aggressive smile bloomed on his delicate cheeks, and he laughed suddenly, "Do you think I will Are you having a bad day?"

A person's eyes are not deceiving, sapphire-like eyes without haze, so clear that one can see to the end at a glance, the master's thoughts are all reflected, it is a little complacent, and there is a hint of ridicule, but there is no doubt What's more, most of them are things that are linked to happiness.

There is no trace of reluctance in those eyes. If there is any negative color, at most it is the love between some couples that Keigo Atobe doesn't understand?

After a long time, Keigo Atobe rubbed the center of his eyebrows, as if he had compromised, "Of course I believe in your fist."

At this moment, Osamu Dazai, who was waiting far away outside the tennis court, inexplicably felt a chill emanating from the depths of his heart. He sneezed unexpectedly, and glanced at the direction of the two with sour eyes.

It must be that narcissistic brat who spoke ill of him in front of Chuya, despicable!

Gin is undoubtedly an opponent that deserves to be taken seriously. This poisonous snake hiding in the dark may be watching every move of its prey, which makes Osamu Dazai feel a rare sense of trembling.

It's not fear, but the excitement when facing an evenly matched enemy. Osamu Dazai wants to see what this dark organization, which can be called a peer in some cases, is like.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, held it in his mouth, and played with the lighter with the fingers of his right hand. The ignited flames flying in the air were really beautiful, "Are you a little excited?"

After returning from Atobe Manor, this guy was a little excited. The light shining in his glass bead-like eyes was hard to ignore. At first, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't take it seriously, but now they are discussing business.

The five fingers that are much smaller than his are very delicate, but they are very fair, so delicate that they don't even look like a pair of men's hands. The same small metal lighter is dancing smoothly on the fingertips of the red-haired boy.

Osamu Dazai nodded slightly, without denying it, but tapped the table with his fingertips impatiently, "A little bit excited."

Zhefa cadres should also be a little excited. After all, a major matter has been temporarily resolved. The cigarette butt has been lit, and smoke slowly rises in the air. The smell of nicotine instantly fills the room.

Just as Zhong Yuan Zhong also raised his hand, another hand appeared on his wrist. The strength was neither light nor heavy, but it clearly stopped his original action.

Osamu Dazai stared at the scorching fire, as if he was attracted, and met the suspicious eyes of the officer with red hair, he blinked his eyes, but the tone was not in a discussion, "Could Chuya stop smoking in the future? "