Shirase, the leader of the Yokohama Supernatural Group

Dazai waved his hands like a swing, shaking all the way into the room.

Without raising my eyelids, I lamented Dazai's actions in an exaggerated tone, "It's rare that you opened the door with the key today."

Get things done online.For the safety of my paintings, I deliberately put them away in the drawer together with the messy X photos of cadres on the table.

Dazai quickly pulled out the lucky one from the painting, and while slowly unfolding it to his eyes, he murmured dissatisfiedly, "Is Shirase hiding some unspeakable little secret behind my back?"

"Could it be a photo of Zhongye?"

First, I did not carry Dazai behind my back.I cleaned up the table in front of Dazai in a serious and open manner.

Second, if I have nothing to do, I won’t be able to take a sneak shot?Such an idiot's behavior is completely inconsistent with my style of painting, and somehow sounds like the style of things that Dazai can do.

Dazai's face, which was originally going to chatter and crusade against me, became frozen, and he turned the painting towards me, his eyes full of uncertain emotions.

"Unexpectedly, Shirase has the same aspirations as Dr. Mori..." Dazai pretended to pause to think about his next words, "Hobbies."

The painting is obviously a lifelike, cute little girl with a typical foreign appearance.

I angrily refuted Dazai's heresy, "Of course not."

Wait, in the eyes of both of us, the co-author Dr. Sen is automatically regarded as a middle-aged (?) uncle with strange hobbies.

I defended myself righteously, "I just drew her casually when I bumped into her on the street. Besides, beauty is for appreciation, not for possession."

Dazai slightly relaxed his grip on the drawing paper, pointed to the word [白兰] on the blank space above and asked me, "Shirose-chan, what's your stage name?"

Damn stage name.

Dazai has already climbed down along his train of thought, and set up steps for me with reason, "Magical girl Shirase-chan, from behind the scenes to the front of the stage."

"No." I gave a negative answer and fell into a state of speechlessness.

After all, I can’t tell Dazai that it was because I served as Bailan’s assistant too many times in my previous life, not only did I successfully acquire the other’s painting habit, I even imitated her signature style.Bai Lan is used to Huahua, so she casually puts her name in the blank space in the lower right corner.

At that time, Bai Lan asked me to imitate her signature on her paintings on a whim.

I obeyed obediently.

It doesn't look much different from normal ones... I studied it for a long time and came to a conclusion.

Even Bai Lan's editor couldn't help but leaned over his head curiously and looked around for a long time, saying that it was a supernatural workmanship, and he couldn't tell it at all.

Taking advantage of the moment when Bai Lan smiled and said in circles to get some snacks, the editor suddenly changed the subject and said tactfully to me.

"Mr. Li, although I can understand that the relationship between you continues to heat up...the enthusiasm is like fire...I have been fed dog food since I started." The editor burped by the way.

The other party resisted the hiccups one after another, and advised me not to be so clingy to Bai Lan, so that the other party could deliver the manuscript on time and normally, which would be good for both him and Bai Lan.

No wonder Bai Lan has been taking it easy recently, spending more time tormenting me for no reason.Co-authoring is to find a good reason to blame me, and then drag the manuscript with peace of mind.

It's not that I didn't, it's obvious that Bai Lan is talking nonsense.In my heart, I blurted out and denied Sanlian, but on the surface, I was as steady as an old dog, and I honestly carried the heavy pot.

The pot was made by my girlfriend, I can only bite the bullet and admit it.

I even learned Bai Lan's adjective for me from the editor's mouth, a sticky milk dog boyfriend.

……

I always felt that Bai Lan would not praise my words, but it sounded more like scolding me.

After sending off the editor who came to urge the manuscript, Bai Lan pretended to be relieved and patted her chest to me, and said pitifully, "I was scared."

"..." I had no choice but to respond to Bai Lan's performance with silence.

I admit it, may I ask what else can scare you, a fierce girl?I hesitated and swallowed the deadly truth that came to my lips.

Perhaps it was because I waited for Bai Lan's convulsion period to cool down for too long with a blank expression, Bai Lan frowned, and asked me of course, "Why don't you come to coax me?"

"Drink more hot water." I thoughtfully handed Bai Lan just enough warm water in my hand.

Before Bai Lan could react, I ran away as if nothing had happened.

Do you want to wait to be beaten if you don't run?

"Honey, don't be afraid. Am I the kind of unreasonable person?" Bai Lan got up gently and stood still.

I couldn't help but ask the deepest curiosity in my heart, "Do you have the word 'reason' in your dictionary?"

Bai Lan's kind eyes instantly transformed into a murderous look, and the smile on his face naturally turned into a half-hearted smile.

I don't even know what I'm trying to do.Now it is not only reduced to enjoying the chest-exploding package from Bai Lan, but also to be her assistant willingly.

Judging by Bai Lan's sweet and greasy tone——

"Honey, let's do something pleasant tonight?" Bai Lan tilted her head and looked at me. It was obvious that her eyes were filled with the emotion that I would not allow any rejection.

In addition, don't have to think crookedly.What Bai Lan meant was that I don't need to sleep tonight and accompany her to finish the draft.

Naturally, I obediently put on my happy mask and nodded in agreement, and got Bai Lan's air kiss.

There is still some truth in the saying that the most difficult thing to bear is beauty's kindness.

Even though I have lost Bailan now, my habits are still inseparable from Bailan's influence on me.

Dazai's pressing questions made me speechless.

Only he talks a lot, blah blah all day long.

I responded calmly, "Let's just take it as my pseudonym."

"Has Shirase finally discovered the advantage of being able to speak?" Dazai took the topic I raised, which was rare.

I responded to Dazai with an unchanged expression, "I don't think you are bad." I paused slightly, and made a good suggestion, "If you are so talkative all day long, why don't you publish a book?"

"The title of the book, I have already thought of it for you."

"What do you think of disqualification in the world, Dazai?"

Dazai widened his eyes slightly, and nodded with joy in response, "It turns out that Shirase also thinks my words are nice."

"Then, does Shirase have any rewards for me as a good boy?" Dazai obediently raised his face and waited for my reply.

I really couldn't bear to utter the cruel words, telling Dazai the cruel fact that he doesn't look very good but thinks pretty.

"You get up first, take two steps and stand outside the door." I was stared at by the other party and my mind gradually collapsed, so I had no choice but to direct Dazai.

Dazai didn't follow my routine, and asked me suspiciously by the way, "If I listen to you and run out the door, you will definitely shut me out."

I have to say, the little brother still groped my mind quite clearly and thoroughly, so that I could only use other methods to carry out my special reward for him.

"How could it be?" I looked lovingly at Dazai's little face, and said in an extremely sincere tone, "You have to trust me."

Dazai did so dubiously, and he wisely blocked the crack of the door with both hands, for fear that I would close the door in the next second.

"Dazai, can't there be more trust between people?" I sighed speechlessly, "Besides, even if you are locked out by me, you won't know how to pick the lock and come in again."

My final addition convinced Dazai thoroughly.He slowly let go of his grip on the door, expectantly waiting for my next move.

"First, you turn around and look behind you."

Dazai honestly followed what I said, one by one.

I slammed the door shut with lightning speed.

Through the door, I continued, "See the garbage next to it? Today is the day for recyclable garbage."

"Come up after throwing out the trash." I told Dazai, although I got a silent response.

"It's breezy and breezy outside, enough to dry the stale water in your head."

I have personally observed that it is quite windy today, and the effort of taking out the garbage must be enough to blow Dazai's head enough to wake him up, don't talk too much every day.

The wind is not strong enough, I still have the [Wind] card here.Will the wind it creates be blocked by Dazai's supernatural power?I couldn't figure it out, so I let it go, turned around and continued to tidy up my pile of paintings that Dazai had messed up.

Dazai simply didn't find the last painting, it was just an ordinary portrait of cadre X.I felt that the drawing was quite similar, at least out of the stickman special effects that Bai Lan laughed at at first.

What a pity.

Sometimes I like Dazai's supernatural ability, and sometimes I particularly dislike the other party's supernatural ability.

People are always so contradictory.Although, in a sense, I don't fit into the human category.

After tidying up the paintings completely and putting them in a secret corner, I suddenly found that my defense against Dazai plummeted. Sure enough, Dazai's disqualification in the world can still shield my defense?

***

The wind has already blown Dazai's hair like an electric shock effect.The other party opened the door and came in with a sad face.

Dazai has been away for so long, and it inevitably makes me worry whether Dazai has been successfully recycled by the garbage station.

I saw Dazai sitting on the sofa with his hands raised, his back to me, and humming.

He muttered, "No conscience."

"What else can Shirase do besides bully me all day long?"

Bullying?No, Zhong is also a cub.Other people's hands are idle in rainy days, it is better to kill cubs, but I am slaughtering.It can be seen that I love Zhongye Zai Zai.

I decided to find another way, stepped out of the posture of the [-]th bend of the mountain road, and said, "Why don't you just throw out the garbage, as if I am the only one living in this room, as if I am the only one who makes the garbage."

"Then what kind of garbage did I make?" Dazai asked without stopping.

Without thinking, I gave the answer, "Hair."

Good guy.One time when I woke up, I accidentally touched Dazai's hair in a daze, and actually picked up his hair, which directly woke me up.

Dazai showed his bare head.

Oops.If Dazai wakes up, won't he have to talk to me forever?I was holding Dazai's hair at a loss, with a stiff expression.

When I came back to my senses, I planned to fix his wig secretly for him as if nothing had happened, but unexpectedly, I took off Dazai's bald headgear.

Are you a Russian matryoshka?Layer upon layer, it’s really just like what the song says: lift your skull, let me see how many layers you have left?

Bring two headgear for yourself when you sleep, a wig that can be faked, and a bald headgear.