The strongest working girl in Yokohama

Nanazi went downstairs wearing a fairly formal dark blue short-sleeved knee-length gauze dress and brushing her long golden hair.

In the lobby on the first floor, Cherry Zazai was wearing his battle uniform, wrapped in a red cloak like a blanket, holding a cup of hot milk like a post-disaster refugee, lying on the sofa with red eyes and hiccupping from time to time, it was so pitiful.

And it seems that she has become quite intimate with San Riyue sitting beside him.

Nanako stared at the red-haired boy in a daze, with that innocent little face that didn't know much about the world, and confided his heart to the dark moon of Hei Xiner, Masao Horiki, who had been breaking his heart for Oba Yozo in the dream, seemed to be back again .

"Big court."

It was obviously not Horiki's voice in the book, but the familiar sense of oppression made Cherry Zazai straighten his back in a conditioned reflex and quickly looked at the source of the sound, and the depressing strangeness in his heart was swept away in an instant: "Horiki!"

The appearance has changed, the height has changed, and even the gender has changed—however, with just a call, Cherry Zazai calms down excitedly and forgets all about the conversation with this strange Mr. Crescent Moon just now , Only my best friend with whom I have a soul bond is left in my eyes: "Sure enough, even if you become a woman, you will still be my best friend, Horiki!"

Sanriyue's smile shattered when she found that the little cherry's eyes, which were about to be blackened by herself, brightened up again.

But he has learned to control his dark emotions. Even if he is not reconciled and is shocked by the bond between this "literary hero" from another world and Nanazi, he has completely adjusted his state in an instant. The kind and friendly mask is impeccable: "Main hall, come down and wipe your hair."

Lilith is still busy in the kitchen, and Nanazi agrees with Sanriyue's change of offering to help—it costs her money to eat her, drink her, and live in her. It's just a hair brush. .

She doesn't want to raise an idler's ancestors at home, so of course she can use them if she can.

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you, Sankayue."

"Of course, my pleasure."

Sanriyue Shiran got up.

The sofa group in the living room has a "匚" type combination facing the TV wall, as well as a single double or single sofa.

Nanazi sat on the single sofa, letting Sanriyue take the towel in her hand and stand behind her to wipe her long hair. Her gray-blue eyes fell on the expectant little cherry prince's face, and she hesitated to speak. : "Teacher Dazai..."

Zazai Sakura immediately puffed up her cheeks, wanting to cry or not: "I'd rather you still call me Oba, Horiki."

[Compared to the relationship between the literary giant and the book fans who have distanced themselves, I hope that the relationship between us is still the same as the close friend relationship in the book that has been eroded. 】

Nanazi understood this from those stubborn and frightened golden pupils.

She closed her eyes and exhaled gently—the so-called dream should be quickly forgotten after waking up, but after the friend in the dream appeared before her eyes and turned the illusion into an unshakable reality, those hazy things in the dream Memories and feelings are becoming more and more real.

Rather than calling him "Teacher Dazai" respectfully, she finds that she is more used to treating him as a lovely friend who needs to be taken care of, constantly pampered, and occasionally bullied to relieve boredom.

Cherry Zaizai stared nervously at the girl who opened her eyes—he was also waiting for a decision.

"Since you wish so much, then..." Nanazi raised her right leg and pressed it on her left leg, her left elbow was resting on the armrest of the sofa, her fingers were bent slightly to support her slightly tilted cheek, her right hand rested casually on her right On the legs and legs, as if some domineering iceberg shook President S, his bright gray-blue eyes stared coldly and forcefully at Cherry Zaizai, whose eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

"Uwaaahahah Horiki—!"

Cherry Zaizai, howling with a crying voice, knelt down to Nanazi's legs with skillful posture, hugged the girl's slender legs, and rubbed them fiercely like an abandoned dog returning home.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore! You are my only true friend!"

Sanriyue lowered her eyes, and the movement of wiping the golden hair was not messy at all.

Since she is "Horiki" in front of this Sakurazai, Nanako's attitude is unavoidably casual and a lot worse: "Oh? Shouldn't the famous writer Mr. Dazai's close friends be the scoundrels like Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango?" friend of mine?"

"Horiki is the only one!" Sakura Zazai raised his head, his golden eyes became brighter, and he beeped loudly like a child, very proud, "We are all in a relationship that has been sacrificed for love! Seeing you again, you have turned into a girl, doesn't this mean that we have reached the relationship of best friends that can get married!"

San Riyue's hand trembled, almost pulling out her blond hair!

After taking a quick shower upstairs, I took the opportunity to observe a certain black mud beast in Nanazi's bedroom through the open door, and when I heard the words "died in love" and "marriage" and "best friend", I stood there in a daze .

Ordinary girls would be thrilled when they hear an idol's marriage proposal, even if it's an ordinary handsome and cute man's proposal?

Either shyness or disgust, in short, there must be emotions.

"Marriage?" However, Nanazi didn't fluctuate in her heart, she still maintained the domineering president's sitting posture, and glanced lightly at the cherry slaughtered by her from a bird's-eye view, "What about the betrothal gift?"

Cherry Zaizai, with a small mouth, didn't hesitate: "I give you everything I have!"

What a beautiful sweet talk!

"If we get married, then everything about you should belong to me." Nanazi sat up straight, leaning on the armrest with her left hand and pinching the chin of the beautiful boy with her right hand, unceremoniously evaluating the value of this little cherry, " If you really belong to Mr. Dazai of this world, and you can reasonably give me your supposedly sky-high copyright fee as a dowry as a dead soul..."

The girl who turned on the hunting switch slowly stroked the cherry boy's side cheek with her palm, leaned over to watch the prey that came to the door, and rubbed the soft earlobe and fragile ear base under the smooth red hair with her fingertips, appreciating with satisfaction Seeing the beautiful blush on the boy's cheeks and the subconscious gesture, she continued her unceremonious refusal.

"Or you can quickly become a generation of literary giants in this world to support me—" Nanako, who has realized that she may have been tricked by a trusted friend and cheated on something, watched through Cherry Zazai's golden eyes The other person, who was full of black mud, was not angry about being deceived, but just wanted to tease and scare the other person, so his voice became colder, "If there is no one in this world [Wen Hao Dazai Osamu] 】if."

Upstairs peeked at the ambiguous and unfamiliar scene downstairs through the crack of the door, dominated by the anxiety of being out of control, and almost thought of a hundred deadly things in my mind. The red-haired black mud Zaizai downstairs was overhearing this At that time, he was instantly frightened and calmed down, and even wanted to jump out of the window and escape.

Yes, there is no writer Dazai Osamu in this world, and there is no writer Ogai Oda Sakunosuke Sakaguchi Ango Higuchi Ichiyo Akutagawa Ryunosuke Fukuzawa Yukichi...

He wanted to know more secrets about Nanazi, and he had concealed it from the beginning, and repeatedly fooled Nanazi, who had trusted him, not to get into it.

"Ugh... Horiki is too much qwq"

Cherry Zazai is obviously used to Nanazi's blows in terms of social value-this reminds him of the terrible years when he was knocked down to study in the book.

Moreover, he calmed down because of this!

So what if we died together!How could he marry Horiki!

Thinking that after marriage, you may still be forced to learn how to write and learn how to write, don't drink and smoke, and don't let you have any bad habits...

hell!Absolutely hell! ! !

"Good boy." Nanazi patted Little Cherry on the head, and stopped in satisfaction, "Then, now let's discuss about your identity—I just said that, you should know what I mean, Dating. "

"Huh?" Cherry Zazai was at a loss, "Aren't you just disliking me for not being able to earn money to support you, you snob!"

"..." Nanazi couldn't help but deform the silly cherry's face, "I mean, you're just an undead now, Dating."

"I'm not an undead! Although the historical literary giant Osamu Dazai is indeed dead, I was reborn as a combat literary hero in the Imperial Library!" Little Cherry jumped up immediately, with her hands on her hips, proudly, "Before I want to say, I felt close to you as soon as I saw you in the book, and now I can feel the soul bond between us more clearly! Could it be...you made a contract with me to be the secretary in the book?!"

Cherry Jae-jae, who finally became reliable, performed "I Shock Myself" on the spot.

"Secretary? I seem to have seen this word somewhere..." Nanazi fell into deep thought, "The Imperial Library you are talking about...is it a large cylindrical circular library with many tables and chairs, Where the ceiling is where the gears turn?"

Cherry Zazai was even more surprised: "How do you know!"

Hei Ni Zai Zai, who heard the key part, chose to continue to crack the door.

"Because I have dreamed of that library since I was a child, and read a lot of books in that dream library." Nanazi tried her best to calm herself down and analyze the important information that could be put together somewhere in the puzzle, "There is There are many fighting writers like you, but I am in another world, I don’t know what you are talking about, and you don’t know that I am there... I always thought it was a dream, and this time I met you I thought it was too A dream, actually..."

——Is that all real? !

Cherry Zaizai opened his cat-like pupils in disbelief, and then almost ecstatically rushed forward and held Nanazi's shoulders!

"I see! The acting curator and the curator have been saying that our library actually has a clerk! But for some reason, although they can sense the occasional presence of the clerk, they can't locate or communicate with him...then it must be you , Horiki!"

Nanazi: "...So what exactly is a secretary?"

"It belongs to us, an alchemist who can trigger miracles!" Cherry Zazai held Nanako's hands tightly over his heart, with a bright smile without any haze but pure joy, "We have been waiting for you, Alchemist! Please come back to the library with me! I want to hold a grand welcome party for you... 噫——!"

The light of the knife flashed, and the sound of gunfire suddenly rang out.

Cherry Zazai, who had finally entered the state of a serious fighting writer, did a backflip while supporting the glass table while avoiding the double attacks of Mikazuki behind Nanako and Osamu Dazai upstairs!

The cherry boy's robe fluttered like a red butterfly and landed on the sofa opposite Nanazi. A huge red sickle appeared out of thin air in the cherry boy's hand, with sharp sharpness, cold light, and golden eyes blazing.

"It seems that you are trying to prevent me from bringing back the important alchemist." Dazai Sakura stood up, clenched the long sickle in his hand and stretched it across his body, even though he was stared at by two eyes full of murderous intent. Unafraid, with a bright smile and full of fighting spirit.

"Then let's fight—!"

The flame-like red boy leaped high, and without hesitation swung his blade down at the knife-wielding monster emitting black energy from Nanazi's side!

Nanazi couldn't look away at all, she opened her eyes wide, hiding the young man's wanton bravery and fearlessness in her eyes.

——how amazing!

The girl stood up abruptly, and rushed towards the blazing flame like a moth flying towards the flame!

"Hey Horiki—?!"

"Please stop, Mr. Mikazuki."

Nanako dexterously got into Cherry Zazai's arms, grabbed Zaizai's collar and threw him on the ground. Lilith, who appeared here from the kitchen, suddenly grabbed the back collar of Sanriyue who was about to rush to fight.

"Hit me and get out." Nanazi stepped on the little cherry who was thrown to the ground and screamed in pain with indifference, and then glanced coldly at Hei Nizai upstairs, "Don't break it for me." The house! It costs money to repair the floor!"

The black mud Zai Zai, who had indeed made a hole in the floor, was holding a gun, and the killing intent of the world's top black mud was instantly leaked by his best friend, and he felt guilty.

"Uh... I pay?"

"What are you paying for!" Nanazi crushed the cherry under her feet again, "Since you are done taking a shower, hurry up and have breakfast for me! Haven't you been tired all night? Have a good sleep after eating and then Did you read the comics?"

Heini Zaizai closed his gun silently, his expression was as blank as a little daughter-in-law's, he was aggrieved and did not dare to reply and went downstairs obediently: "...Oh, here we come."

#Say good fight#

#This is a decisive battle between us men! #

Kira · almost demolished the house · frightened heart beats · Nanako: Men are so dangerous!You can even fight at home!I am so surprised!

#Housekeeping girl online panic#

#It’s great to be able to solve domestic violence on the spot with breakfast#

Nana let out a sigh of relief.

Cherry Zaizai, who was stepped on and was about to die: ...

Being slaughtered by the black mud who was too fierce to make a sound: ...

Old Man Dark Moon who was almost decapitated: ...

——Does it make sense for them to fight?

——Where do they have the confidence to think that they can fight to decide where the princess, whose combat power is far above them, will go? qwq

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Thus, the three men who had been killed in seconds ate Natsume's house's nutritious breakfast happily, obediently, obediently, and happily.

#It’s another beautiful morning when all the staff were persecuted#

感谢在2020-07-0920:08:24~2020-07-1022:48:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Xiaosu 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Ruo Lingyun 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 70 bottles of Li Xiyu; 10 bottles of one, two, three, four, five;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!