Shirase, the leader of the Yokohama Supernatural Group

After going straight from the starry night to the sunrise, I raised my slightly numb shoulders, reached out and shook Osamu Dazai who had unconsciously fallen asleep on my shoulders.

Osamu Dazai first opened his left eye in a daze, and patrolled for a week with a sleepy face, then slowly opened the switch of his right eye, and complained to me in a daze.

"Rarely do I fall asleep."

"It's good that Shirase brought me out of my sleep." Dazai Osamu's words were full of resentment and grievance.

Being blamed by him, I was not at all unhappy. Instead, I pushed away Osamu Dazai, who was completely awake, and stood up straight from the soft sand, moving my hands and feet that felt stiff due to long-term immobility.

"Did you see it?" I picked up the salted egg yolk rising from the sky with my fingers, and got a nod from Osamu Dazai who didn't know why.

I changed the subject and mentioned last night that Osamu Dazai complained about my incomprehensible style and lack of sentimentality.

"Calling you up to watch the sunrise, isn't it romantic enough?" I asked back naturally.

Osamu Dazai silently raised his head and looked at me obediently.His non-smiling brows and eyes are slightly real and soft.

"..." He covered his mouth slowly and let out a sleepy yawn, avoiding my specific understanding of the mood, and instead missed the wonderful sense of deep sleep, "I really convinced Shirase, Toss me until midnight, and don't let me sleep well."

I know every word that Osamu Dazai said to be honest, but the combination is weird.

I couldn't help complaining to him, "You betrayed our sleepless organization. You clearly agreed that you couldn't fall asleep together, and then you fell into a deep sleep like a coma." Liar, Dazai is a big liar.

It is agreed that if you can't fall asleep, you will fall asleep in a blink of an eye, and everyone will become helpless.

Osamu Dazai blinked his long eyelashes, like the sight of a butterfly flapping its wings, opening and closing.He quibbled and threw the blame on me, "I don't fall asleep easily."

"But when I met Shirase, I felt sleepy unconsciously." Osamu Dazai, who was unreasonable and strong, slowly groped out the way, and gradually handed over the pot to me with ease, refusing to admit that it was his own problem to betray the sleepless organization .

I am the co-author of sleeping pills?When Dazai touched me, he fell into a coma.Chuya slept with me, and fell asleep soundly after speaking a few words.

"..." Being too lazy to think too much, I threw away the information about my race in my mind without hesitation.

Now that they woke up, they each went home.I turned my back to Osamu Dazai and waved goodbye.

I belatedly remembered the sleeping person who lived in my house, and ran away.Based on my years of understanding Zhongye Zaizai, he is probably about to get up for a morning run.

Oh bad.

I've done everything, why don't I go buy a breakfast and calm down first.

***

When I came back, I accidentally glanced over and found a pink card under the windowsill.Unavoidably, I bent down to pick it up out of curiosity.

The card is vividly drawn with a girl who is as beautiful as the creator carefully crafted.Unfortunately, the other party's eyes were tightly closed, unable to peek at the dazzling brilliance in her pupils.

"Rain?" I read the name on the top of the card.

At the same time, the girl opened her star pupils upon hearing the sound.

I never expected that a girl with a human appearance could do a show operation similar to Osamu Dazai's style.

she says--

"Become a magical girl."

"Congratulations, the contract is successful."

Responding a little slower, I finally caught up with the other party's rhythm.

I sorted out my thoughts, and retorted with reason, "First, I'm not a girl. Therefore, the contract cannot be established." Very good, let's go.There is no need to list redundant rebuttals, which saves me a lot of effort.I thought so happily.

The girl instantly transformed from the card, her brows and eyes were as gentle as water and moon, but she spoke the words of the devil on her mouth.

"Then congratulations on becoming a magical boy. This article is a forced contract that cannot be reversed."

Before I could express my refusal again, the other party seemed to feel the strong threat and malice of chasing her, and turned into a card and automatically slipped into my trouser pocket and pretended to be dead.

Strong buying and strong selling?I will put this hatred down for the time being.

Just when I had adjusted my mood and started with my breakfast, I was confronted with the angry version of the last one whose hairstyle seemed to be upturned in anger.As if nothing had happened, I brought up the steaming steamed buns and asked Chuya to wash up and eat together.

"The bed where Shirase sleeps is cold." Nakaya took a deep breath to relieve his grievances, trying to calmly point out the problem, his tone from the beginning of the steady to the last word soared to a high pitch.

I nodded frankly, can't it still heat up automatically when no one sleeps?Not an electric blanket.

Chuya's eyes widened in disbelief at my generous confession, as if he was puzzled why I gave up even thinking about the reason this time and confessed directly.

"You didn't mean to go out with Osamu Dazai for a night, did you?" Nakaya, like a cat with fried hair, jumped up by his sudden thought, and even the hair on the top of his head became straight and straight under the influence of gravity.

I hesitated for a few seconds and denied it, "No."

Anyway, not just last night.

Nakaya breathed a sigh of relief in half-belief, although his suspicious little eyes still fell on my expressionless face.

"I don't think Shirase would sneak out for no reason." Chuya firmly insisted, "Unless Osamu Dazai is fooling you."

"Obviously Shirase is stupid, but I always say I'm stupid. How could I be stupider than Shirase?" Chuya nodded confidently while talking, a child pretending to be an adult who worried about me appeared on his face the sense of sight.

I couldn't help but laugh.How did Zhongye cultivate the feeling that a child takes care of his disabled father?

"You heard that I was at the door just now..." Before I could finish my words, the cards in my pocket emitted a scorching temperature.

"Huh? Zhong also raised his eyes and waited for my follow-up without knowing why.

Without hesitation, I dragged the card with unknown history out of my pocket and handed it to Chuya.

The character in the card that was originally doing evil was huddled tightly, pretending to be dead, and her face looked faintly stained with tears.

"Are you going to be a magical boy, Chuya?" I repeated the Amway from Yupai.

"Huh?" Zhong also pinched the card, and the person in the card was like a screaming chicken whose throat was pinched, showing a pitiful expression.

"I was wrong." Yu Pai admitted his mistake while sobbing softly.

"Huh? Don't you have the qualifications to become a magical boy?" I asked with interest.

Yu Pai secretly looked at Zhong Ye's expression, and stammered, "Of course, of course not."

She was a little anxious and didn't dare to continue talking, which aroused my curiosity even more.

"If you become a magical boy, can Chuuya be able to ride a broom and take me to heaven by the way?" I thought about it and looked at Chuuya with interest.

The latter deeply felt that riding a broom was shameless, and he muttered, "I'll buy a motorcycle to take you to the sky later."

Good boy, it's settled.