Bungo common problem

Osamu Dazai's words were astonishing, and he really surprised his two good friends.

The difference is that Ango Sakaguchi thinks "Dazai, does this guy want to harm the author? Stop it, stop it, the author is very innocent!", while Oda Sakunosuke thinks about Dazai Osamu and Chisato Feasibility of putting together.

Although Qianli is still a very well-behaved and normal child, but the other party is mature in thinking, and there is even a subtle resemblance to Dazai in some places, and both of them are underage children, so it seems not impossible to think about it.

But it also depends on the ideas of both parties.

Oda Sakunosuke thought.

After all, being friends is a matter between two people. At present, it seems that Chisato and Dazai will never meet each other, and becoming friends is still far away.

That day, after Oda Sakunosuke got off work, he recounted Osamu Dazai's theory to Chisato again, and Chisato was taken aback for a while.

"Mr. Oda, this is definitely not what you came up with?"

Sennichi looked at Sakunosuke Oda with a strange expression, thinking that the other party's theory...why it seems that some black mud spirit can say it?

When you gain something, you lose it at the same time.

"It was suggested by a friend of mine."

Oda Sakunosuke had no intention of hiding anything.

"His perspective has always been novel, and he can always say things that many people have not thought of."

Qianli: "..."

Oh, it's Osamu Dazai right.By the way, this novelty is almost new to Mount Everest, right?It's a genius to be able to read an ordinary novel with private goods in it as negatively as he does.

but……

Part of it is true, such as the saying that good people don’t live long, and Oda Tsukuru can’t...

"Probably a small part... right? I think my novel is quite ordinary."

Qianli hesitated and affirmed some, trying his best to separate the relationship.

"But I really don't have much connotation. I didn't think that much when I wrote it! Mr. Oda, you have to believe me!"

She shouldn't have said that she mixed "truths" in it, so that now Oda Tsukuru shows her a passage of reading comprehension in a few days.

God knows that she was at a loss when she heard those reading comprehensions, feeling like "Is this really something I wrote?"Otherwise, why can she understand it even if she doesn't know where it is?

Oda Sakunosuke's heart sank, but the expression on his face did not change at all, and even his voice remained natural.

"So it's gone?"

"Yeah, no more."

Qianli nodded impatiently, wishing to tell the world.

So don't give me reading comprehension anymore, because I don't know what the hell! ! !

"I see."

The serious but somewhat helpless look of the girl across the way made it impossible to notice anything unusual, but Oda Sakunosuke clearly noticed something from this seemingly normal reaction.

Is it "really gone", or is this interpretation of the content really what she wants to hear?But if it was really her, she would not deny it, so as expected...

Oda Sakunosuke lowered his eyes and put his hand on Chisato's head, sighing softly.

"Qianli has done a good job."

Is it because she didn't realize what the explanation she wanted to hear?

Otherwise, why would you say "nothing at all" now?But if I say something I haven't said before, is it really because I subconsciously agree with this explanation?

What part is "some part"?These... are things he has never noticed.

Chisato, who didn't know what Oda Sakunosuke was thinking at all, didn't notice the other party's mood at all. She only knew that after this time the other party should no longer be obsessed with showing herself various reading comprehensions.

"To Live" exploded across the country. Although the Xinzao Literature Society was also prepared for the explosion, it did not expect the explosion to be extremely exaggerated. Even the millions of books printed by the original editor-in-chief were all sold out in a few days. Fans who bought the book wrote angrily and condemned the editorial department. How could such a small book be printed for the first time? !

Is your literature club looking down on the readers of our teacher Qianli?

I didn’t know that to buy a book, you must buy at least three books!Read one for yourself, one for collection, and the last one for Amway! !

"So what's going on with the Xinzao Literature Club!"

In the building of the port mafia, in the medical department, a few men in suits with bandages on the hospital bed were discussing indignantly.

"I didn't get hurt, but I went there as soon as I got off work, and I went to several places and didn't have a copy of "Alive!"

"Don't talk about you, who is not here?"

A man with red bandages on his legs sighed, feeling extremely melancholy.

"One morning, all "To Live" in Yokohama were sold out. I asked my cousin in another city to bring me a copy. Guess what?"

"What else can I do besides not buying it?"

The black suit with an injured arm on the other bed gave the other party who was pretending to be suspenseful a blank look.

"Just wait honestly. Those who bought the first batch are all true fans of Teacher Qianli. I remember that several people in the logistics department asked for leave or went to work, and went to queue in the early morning."

Even if it wasn't too dangerous at night, I might not be able to live in front of the sales point in the middle of the night.

"I don't like listening to what you say."

Lying on the bed and unable to move, the black suit looked at colleagues in other beds with great grief and indignation.

"If it wasn't for the injury, why didn't I buy it?"

The others were silent for a while, and one after another voices of resentment echoed.

"If I hadn't happened to have a mission that day, I wouldn't have failed to buy it..."

"If I hadn't been able to find someone to go to work with me that day, I would have queued too..."

"If I hadn't been injured that day..."

"Ugh……"

……

Immediately, the ward was filled with suffocating resentment, and even ghosts seemed to be scurrying in the air, and the sighs were extremely low, and the whole room entered a strange low.

Nakahara Chuya, who came to the medical department to get something, felt a sense of resentment as soon as he entered the door. He turned his head to look at the hospital bed, and saw all the pure ones outside who were injured and never shouted. The men are all extremely depressed now, those who don't know who have died thought that a group of people are going to the funeral.

Nakahara Chuya, who could tell at a glance what was the reason, looked at this group of subordinates with twitching corners of his eyes, feeling extremely ashamed.

Isn't it just a book?Didn't you just not buy it?One or two turned out to be like this, as for?

Despite thinking this way in his heart, Zhong Yuanzhong still didn't say anything to this group of subordinates. After all, he wasn't inactive during the mission, and he didn't care about chatting in private.

But that doesn't work, he doesn't want to hear a group of burly men moaning and sighing all the time, especially recently, because not many people in the port mafia bought books, so most of them are like this in private.

Zhong Yuanzhong also approached the hospital bed with a face turned. When the injured brothers saw the other party coming, they subconsciously raised their chests and wanted to say hello, when they saw the familiar book that they wanted in their dreams smashed towards them.

Brothers:? ? ?

"Confiscated."

Zhong Yuanzhong also specially "explained", then turned his head and left the medical department with the things he wanted.

Several younger brothers on the hospital bed looked at each other and made eye contact.

'Master Zhongyuan, what's wrong? '

'I don't know, could it be that we are too bored to see us in the ward? '

'It should be dealt with, right?Didn't you hear Mr. Zhongyuan said that he was confiscated? '

'Which unlucky guy was confiscated, I'm afraid you will cry, right? '

'In this case……'

As they spoke, the eyes of the others were all focused on the younger brother who caught the book, looking at the book in the other's arms like a wolf.

The subordinate with the injured leg showed a sinister smile.

"Yoshida-kun, you see your hand is injured, if you don't go, I'll help you get it."

"No! Don't listen to him!"

The person lying on the bed raised his head with difficulty, playing the emotional card.

"Yoshida-kun, I pulled you back when you were injured last time, so..."

He couldn't help but glance at the book in Yoshida's arms, hinting at it.

Yoshida: "..."

He lowered his head to read the book, then looked at the fierce companions around him, silently hugged the book tightly, and resolutely refuted.

"Don't even think about it! Master Zhongyuan gave it to me! (Sound of tremor——)"

Zhong Yuan, who had already walked out of the door, nodded in satisfaction when he heard the voice of his subordinates in the room no longer complaining and restored the "lively".

It seems that his decision to buy [-] copies in advance was quite correct. Originally, he just wanted to help the author to increase sales, but he didn't expect to have this purpose now.

Of course, his most important thing is for the aura of the port mafia!Don't pay attention to that author!

Then Zhongyuan Zhong, who didn't pay attention to the author at all, also distributed more than 90 books within the port mafia, and there was a lot of discussion within the Hong Kong gang.

"Do you think Mr. Zhongyuan is actually a fan of Teacher Qianli? According to statistics, he has recently given away 96 copies of "To Live" to everyone. It is good for ordinary people to have one. How come there are so many copies?"

In the corner, a few younger brothers gathered to discuss in low voices.

"This... Master Zhongyuan said he confiscated it?"

One of the tender-faced younger brothers hesitated to speak.

"I remember that a while ago, many people said that Mr. Zhongyuan didn't like Teacher Qianli's "The Believer."

"Is there a conflict between not liking "The Believer" and liking "Alive"? No!"

The tall one patted the other person on the shoulder, as if you were still young.

"So now the latest version is Mr. Zhongyuan's "To Live" that Mr. Qianli likes very much, so I bought hundreds of copies and hoarded it, because it's too pitiful that everyone who reads Hong Kong Heili can't buy the teacher's novel, and You know."

Having said that, the tall boy lowered his voice.

"Master Zhongyuan's subordinates are much more gentle than Master Dazai, and he cares more about us subordinates, so he specially set it aside for us to see."

"Is that so!"

The tender-faced younger brother showed longing.

"Master Zhongyuan is so kind! Even Teacher Qianli's works can be shown for everyone to see!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Suddenly, a strange, gloomy voice broke in.

"Do you like that little guy in Nakaya so much?"

"Master Zhongyuan is still growing..."

Wait, this voice is! ! !

The little brother was halfway through speaking, when suddenly his body trembled, and he looked towards the source of the sound tremblingly, and a certain boy in a black suit caught everyone's eyes.

"Ta, Dazai-sama!!!"

Damn it!The gossip boss is still heard, especially by Mr. Dazai. I'm afraid that this group of people will die without a whole body!

……

The war in Yokohama seems to have made people with special professions busy. Gojo Satoru, who originally came only once in ten days and a half months, now comes a lot more frequently.

"I can't help it. Yokohama is already in chaos, and now it's still like the outside, and it's easier to breed curses and curse spirits will be born at any time, so I was sent here to rush to work."

Uncle Gojo Satoru, who was questioned by Qianli, also leaned on the sofa and made a sound like a bullied social animal.

"Obviously I'm just an ordinary teacher."

It's just that the strength is the strongest in the world:)

"……Oh."

Chisato, who was completely unaware of the meaning behind the other party's words, nodded quite calmly, unmoved by the other party's words.

ordinary?The last one who claimed to be ordinary was already bald + invincible, and judging from the way the other party killed the slime curse spirit at the beginning, it was probably quite powerful.

I just don’t know how it compares to Fumino’s ceiling Nakahara Nakaya, but Nakaya is a ceiling anyway, and I don’t know what anime it is here. It is conservatively estimated that Nakahara is stronger.

Qianli thought about these things in his heart, and his wandering eyes gradually converged on the window.

Sunlight passes through the transparent glass, golden and without any haze, and the residence far away from the battlefield can't even hear the gunfire, it is quiet and peaceful.

She suddenly remembered one thing.

When discussing with Oda, of course, what she talked about was not only the advantages, but also the shortcomings in her article, such as... her description of the battlefield.

Living in a peaceful age, even bloody incidents are extremely rare, let alone places like battlefields.

But now, it seems that it is a good time to understand, but she does not have the ability to let herself go out without being beaten to death.

but……

Qianli's eyes gradually turned to Gojo Satoru aside, and he began to look up and down.

This one in front of me should be able to... right?Odasaku didn't notice it every time he held a meeting. Not to mention anything else, at least his concealment skills are very strong, and it is a special profession to be able to instantly kill curse spirits.

Gojo Satoru, who was still lazily turning the stage, noticed Qianli's gaze and turned to look at him.

"What are you thinking of?"

This undisguised gaze...

"I'm wondering if I want Mr. Gojo to take me out for a trip, will Mr. Gojo agree?"

"Take you out?"

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by Qianli's words.

"Why do you suddenly want to go out?"

After staying at home for so long, how many days are there before the leading war is over?Or... what's going on in this moment?

"I just want to collect materials..."

Qianli always felt that the other party seemed to think of something strange. In fact, there was nothing but indifference in her golden eyes with her cheeks leaning on her.

"Although I described some war scenes in "To Live", in the final analysis I have not experienced war, and what I describe is just my imagination."

At most, I can think of some pictures in the anime, but in any case, it must be different from the real war.

"My next book is about war, but this time there are more descriptions about the battlefield, so I feel that I need to understand what the real battlefield looks like, even if it's just a mafia fight."

What's more, if the [Dragon Head War] can be described as a war, it must have a certain definition of war, for example - the cruelty or bloodiness of war.

"But I can't think of anything I can do to impress you."

Having said that, Qianli sighed.

She didn't even know why the other party always came to her, let alone asked them to help, not to mention that she thought she still had a b number, and she didn't think it was a matter of course to ask others to help her.

Although she felt that she and the other party had a better relationship after experiencing the "unspeakable" incident, they were not friends after all.

"Impress... me?"

Gojo Satoru's expression was very strange, he even exaggerated to the point that he straightened his body, pointed the index finger of his right hand at himself, and quickly repeated what he said just now.

"Impress me?"

"Yes."

Seeing the exaggerated appearance of the other party, Qianli became more confident.

"Because I really want to go out and see what the outside looks like now, but I know that I will never survive going out like this, and Mr. Oda will definitely not let me go out, so I want to ask Mr. Gojo."

The moment he just finished speaking, Qianli felt that the other party's expression was even weirder, and he even stood up and sat down next to him, holding Qianli's shoulders like a good brother, with a meaningful voice.

"What do you think we are related to?"

He was taken aback for a moment, and answered honestly.

"Isn't that... the relationship between the saved and the savior...?"

And... Mr. Gojo, can you take back your somewhat hypocritical brotherhood?Why do I feel that you are a little dangerous now?

Wutiaowu: "..."

Through the lens of the sunglasses, Wujo Wujo stared straight at Qianli and questioned his soul.

"You've always felt that way?"

"Huh? Is there something wrong?"

Qianli quietly moved to the empty space on the right, with a serious expression on his face.

"Then do we have other relationships?"

Said it was a friend and felt that it was not right there, but it was much better than other strangers.

"do not have it?"

Gojo Satoru moved to the right in the same direction as Qianli moved to the right, looking at Qianli as if looking at a steel plate, the kind of alloy steel plate that is straight and hard and not yet enlightened.

"Think about it! If you can't figure it out, don't think about me taking you out!"

Qianli:? ? ?

No, what else do we have to do besides this!

But Gojo Satoru "friendly" held down his shoulders, Qianli could only smile awkwardly and politely, and began to think in his heart.

1 minutes later--

Gojo Satoru smiled: "Have you thought about it?"

Qianli nodded frantically.

"I'm thinking about it!"

2 minutes later--

Gojo Satoru continued to smile: "Have you thought about it?"

Qianli continued to nod.

"Almost! Almost!"

5 minutes later--

Wutiaowu: "..."

It always feels like you're not even thinking about it and you're falling asleep...

"Then what, is it better than the relationship between the ordinary savior and the rescued?"

Qianli raised a hand and gave an example seriously.

"You see we can see each other every now and then (although you come to my house), so it's a good relationship!"

"Don't you think I'm powerful, amiable, gentle and reliable?"

Listening to these adjectives, Qianli was silent for several seconds before nodding in agreement.

"This... some, some, or some."

Wutiaowu: "..."

I really want to educate this little heartless person, but it's really like educating my own students. I'm afraid that this fragile person can just fall to the ground...

The complete seriousness in the golden eyes let Gojo Satoru know that although the other party said something that was not in the right tone, he was really serious in his heart, and he didn't mean to be joking at all.

Gojo Satoru thinks it won't work.

In the future, he still wants to abduct people to the high school of conjuration for hand-in-hand education. How can he abduct them now?

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru restrained the expression on his face, and talked about Qianliyi's request from the beginning.

"Would you like to go out?"

Qianli replied without hesitation.

"miss you!"

"Is it all right?"

As soon as Gojo Satoru uttered these words, Qianli immediately became vigilant.

"What do you want to say, Mr. Gojo?"

Gojo Gojo raised an eyebrow and raised a finger.

"Call me teacher and take you there."

Qianli's body shook, and he looked at Gojo Satoru in a daze.

And such a good thing?This condition is too simple, right?

"How about it?"

Gojo Satoru thought Qianli's expression was reluctance, so he continued to seduce him.

"I'm the only one who can take you out now, right? There's no such shop after this village. You only have one chance. Don't regret it if you don't take it. I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud and crisp voice blurted out from Qianli's mouth.

"Okay teacher, no problem teacher, teacher, can you bring me back safely?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

What about unwillingness?

In the end, Gojo Satoru still took over the job of taking thousands of miles out, and there was a two-year-old baby Sakule at home. It would be scumbag to leave a baby alone at home unattended, so the matter was set in the dead of night. There are times when Odasaku works in shifts and can sleep at home.

So two days later at night, Chisato was quietly taken away from the window by Gojo Satoru, and disappeared into the Yokohama night.

What Chisato didn't notice at all was that when she secretly opened the window to welcome Gojo Satoru, Oda Sakunosuke, who should have been undisturbed, came to the door of the room.

Due to Gojo Satoru's extremely fast speed, the two encountered two large-scale mafia fights not long after they left.Gojo Satoru led Qianli to the top floor, just watched the fight on the ground, and thoughtfully took out a candy from Qianli's pocket, opened it and stuffed it into the opponent's mouth, his eyes focused on Qianli's face, not letting go every bit.

"It's still relatively reluctant for you, how do you feel?"

The sweet and sour taste of plum candy in her mouth made Qianli's frown slightly relaxed. She silently watched the scene downstairs where blood and severed limbs were flying together, and her lowered golden eyes were filled with obscurity.

The two groups of people on the ground came and went, fighting with their lives against the enemy in their eyes, but they didn't know that in such a tall building, someone was just looking at them with the idea of ​​collecting materials.

What irony?But extraordinarily real.

The smell of blood seemed to extend all the way to the sky, leaving only this unbearable smell in her breath.

Obviously this is a place where life is incomplete or even disappears, but Qianli only feels that he doesn't have many other emotions except for the physical disgust of blood.

What about heart palpitations?Probably there are.But what about fear?No.There was not even too much emotion in the calm head.

She raised her hand to press on the position of her heart, a flash of confusion flashed in her eyes.

I should be terrified, but now... is it because I can't see clearly from too far away?