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No human can resist dress-up games, and neither can Mafia. ——By an unnamed true fragrance person.

As soon as Osamu Dazai said this, Lupin fell silent.

The combination of the dress-up game and Osamu Dazai is like Mori Ogai announcing that he doesn't love children - girls love brothers and sisters, full of distorted sense of disobedience.

So twisted that Ango Sakaguchi thought for a while that Osamu Dazai had lost his mind by staying up all night, and was going to look through his magical briefcase to find a thermometer to take Osamu Dazai's body temperature.

Osamu Dazai didn't think there was anything wrong with his words. The dress-up game he played was not a vulgar and simple game, but a limited-time event from the card pool of [In short, it's cheating Krypton]—Miracle Zero Zero Tour Yokohama.

According to the specified elements and styles, use the drawn cards for clothing matching. As long as you pass the pass, you can draw ten times for free. The life-saving activities of non-chiefs can be called the conscience of conscience.

Osamu Dazai looked at the earnest Ling Ling, and then at the cards he had drawn, and fell into deep self-doubt.

If the specified element is "earth element" and the specified style is "wild country style", he is indeed unbeatable.

Then he picked out a topic at random: Fairy spirit, forest-type green elf.

Osamu Dazai:?

He draws again: glamorous and gorgeous urban beauty.

He draws again: Elegant and noble Countess of the Night.

The number of free draws is gone, and you can choose one of the three limits.

"This, I think, no matter what, it seems impossible to win." Sakaguchi Ango said tactfully, "Don't you have other costumes in your card pool?"

As an old father-type social animal who concentrates on raising children and writing novels in his spare time, Oda Sakunosuke knows nothing about dress-up games.

On the contrary, Ango Sakaguchi heard about it for some unexplainable reasons, and served as a dog-headed military advisor to Dazai Osamu.

"I only have two SSRs," Osamu Dazai said calmly with hidden despair, "Do you know how difficult it is?"

I can tell, Dazai-kun, you are not an ordinary black hand.

"Give up." After a long time, Ango Sakaguchi said sincerely, "Instead of pinning your hopes on time-limited events that are impossible to pass, it's better to spend more money to draw cards."

He doesn't have krypton gold channels... Osamu Dazai thought depressingly.

Ling Ling, an advanced and interesting AI who really regards money as dung, she doesn't need Dazai Osamu to spend a penny for him, she only wants Dazai Osamu to explode - writing.

"It's not in line with my aesthetics to draw cards and rush to draft." Osamu Dazai hesitated, but he was a little bit unwilling to look at his poor card pool.

He had never been so frustrated by a game before, how could he easily lose to his African chieftain?

If you are a man, don't say no.Isn't it just rushing to draft? Mr. Tsushima will never admit defeat.

"Oda Saku," Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand to poke his fugue friend, "how is your novel going?"

"Just finished writing the beginning," Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of wine, "I have no experience in submitting manuscripts to publishing houses, so I may need to revise a few more times."

If Osamu Dazai remembered correctly, Sakunosuke Oda said the same thing a month ago.

"That is to say, Oda Saku only wrote one beginning in a month..." Osamu Dazai's eyes widened, "What! Aren't I super hardworking?!"

Why did Ling Ling say that he delayed the draft!The real draft king turned out to be by his side.

Osamu Dazai was instantly inspired.He felt that he was so awesome, so outstanding, and worthy of [-] rainbow farts of praise.

Odasaku had no experience in publishing manuscripts, but Dazai Osamu did.Compared with his friend as a novel lover, he has already advanced to an experienced writer.

"For Shiren, it's not impossible to write another short story." Dazai Osamu was crackling in his heart: the task can be pushed to Chuya. He just won all the assets of a hostile force for Mr. Mori. There is no reason for him to work overtime, there is plenty of time.

Most importantly, Osamu Dazai wanted to read novels by Oda Sakunosuke.

He saw "The Good Couple" by Sakunosuke Oda in the reading list provided by Lingling, and he was very interested in his friend's writing.

"Mr. Natsume Soseki and Mr. Oda Sakunosuke are the role models who never forget their original intentions," Ling Ling was almost moved to tears when he talked about this incident, "In this world where everyone is fighting and killing without doing their jobs, Only they adhere to the ideal of writing and work hard to contribute to human civilization."

Osamu Dazai has always known Oda Saku's ideal of becoming a novelist, but he did not expect that his friend who was praised by Zero Zero as the only dutiful person in the world is actually a pigeon spirit who is too much than him.

what happened!Is it that dreams are not important or that literature is not beautiful?The speed of writing only one beginning in a month will be punished by readers sending blades!

Osamu Dazai didn't think so.He has always been the only one who is urged by others to urge him to write the manuscript. If he does not urge others, he will drag his friends into the hell of rushing the manuscript.

"Odasaku, to be honest, I also want to write novels." Osamu Dazai said calmly in the eyes of Ango Sakaguchi asking "Are you crazy?", "To encourage each other, let's contribute together."

Oda Sakunosuke stopped drinking in mid-air, he thought about it, and said indifferently: "Okay."

At this time, Oda Sakunosuke didn't know what kind of devilish clause he had agreed to. He and Sakaguchi Ango never thought that the diligent Dazai Osamu actually existed.

Nothing is impossible, as long as your family also has an artificial mentally retarded person who likes to read chicken soup for the soul and time management to you 24 hours a day, everything is not a dream.

"Then it's settled," Osamu Dazai smiled, "Let's submit the manuscript tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Oda Sakunosuke showed a blank look, "Do you mean next year? Yes, I should finish Chapter 1 next year."

Osamu Dazai looked at his always reliable friend, as if meeting him for the first time.

He originally thought that he would leave 168 hours and 10080 minutes of writing time a week alone, insisting on writing in the last hour before the death line was enough to kill people, but he didn't expect Oda Saku to be more ruthless than him.

The speed of snails crawling on paper is also faster than Odasaku's writing speed... Tsushima-sensei thought that iron was weak.

Learn from him who is diligent!Role models are all around you.

"It's tomorrow." Osamu Dazai said incredulously, "It's just a short story, why can't I write it all in one night?"

ah!Finally he can say this sentence with such confidence!What an amazing improvement.

You know, when Lingling was bound to Osamu Dazai, he was a dropout child who was dying to write 800 words in one night!

Ling Ling, a world-class ace kindergarten teacher, does not have the kindergarden children who cannot be taught well by her.

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses and looked at the mysterious and confident Osamu Dazai.

If it wasn't for the fact that the opponent's black mud sand sculpture was no different from before, he would almost have thought that Osamu Dazai was pierced by a human soul.

Listen to what he has to say!How confident, how hardworking!It's not at all like the Osamu Dazai who threw all the reports to his partner into the water, put himself in a plaster cast in order not to work overtime, and made one more page of PPT for the year-end summary, looking for life and death.

What changed Osamu Dazai when he didn't know it?

Zero Zero: Hidden merit and fame. (Big Brother Wears Sunglasses.jpg)

"Short story..." Oda Sakunosuke hesitated for a while, and finally nodded, "Okay, we will contribute together tomorrow."

He wanted to write a novel about killers, but he was not satisfied no matter how he wrote it, so he kept revising it.

Oda Sakunosuke felt that what Osamu Dazai said made sense, and it was necessary to write some short stories to practice before the most outstanding works came out.

The most important thing is that it is rare to see Osamu Dazai in such high spirits, Oda Sakunosuke thinks that he cannot dampen his friend's self-motivation.

"Are you girls high school students who have to go to the bathroom together?" Sakaguchi Ango said weakly, "Forget it...Please come on."

"What Ango, how can you exclude yourself?" Dazai Osamu looked surprised, "Of course you want to make a group debut with us."

"?" Ango Sakaguchi first subconsciously suspected that he had tinnitus, and waved his hands wildly at random, "No no no, Dazai-kun, do you know how much work I have to deal with? I haven't slept for three days %#￥@#!"

"Work is not important." Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke flanked Sakaguchi Ango left and right without changing his expression.

History repeats itself, and Ango Sakaguchi seems to have returned to the day when he first met these two people. As humble as he was, he was dragged out of the warm office by them like this, away from the embrace of work.

"I'm different from you, I really have to work overtime..." Ango Sakaguchi struggled to death, but was lightly suppressed by Osamu Dazai.

"You can do it, you can do it, believe in yourself." Dazai Osamu put out a few words to block his words, and blocked Ango Sakaguchi's speechless mouth.

As long as the victim is not himself, Osamu Dazai found that the zero-zero quotations are really useful.As expected of a strange woman who could force him to write two books, she was truly unfathomable.

"It's just a short story, Ango, no problem." Oda Sakunosuke raised his glass, "We can't dampen Dazai's enthusiasm."

shut up!You already have five children in your family!Don't treat Osamu Dazai as your son and dote on him, please!

"Okay." Ango Sakaguchi, who roared angrily in his heart not to spoil Dazai Osamu, finally compromised under the attack of Dazai Osamu's eyes looking at the heartless man, "Just this time."

"Yeah, from today onwards we are the trio of rogues." Osamu Dazai happily raised his glass, "Cheers to our combination!"

"Why the rogue faction?" Oda Sakunosuke asked while toasting, "Am I a rogue?"

"Stop complaining at such a time," Sakaguchi Ango said weakly, "Just as Dazai-kun is happy."

"Lululu~" Osamu Dazai, who was separated from his friends while humming a song, was in a happy mood, "Zero-chan, am I very good?"

"Super—awesome!" Lingling raised his arms and cheered, "As expected of the master, he was able to bring Mr. Sakaguchi Ango back to the path of literature! The revival of the Japanese literary world is all thanks to the master."

That's right, Osamu Dazai nodded deeply.

Since everyone is a literary giant in another world, why should he be humbled to finish the manuscript alone, and everyone will die together if he wants to die.

Zero Zero doesn't care about Osamu Dazai's dark thoughts, as long as he is willing to write, it's fine.

Mommy, I'm hungry, I'm hungry.

"I'm looking forward to it." Dazai Osamu turned on the computer for the first time with full expectation, "What kind of story will Oda Saku and Ango write?"

"As long as it's not literature with cubs and overtime literature, I can jio." Lingling dozed off on Osamu Dazai's documents, holding the little black dog under his head as a pillow, and looked at Osamu Dazai with prickly eyes: " Is the master still writing reasoning literature this time?"

"Well, yes." Dazai Osamu typed slowly, "After all, I found a lot of good material during the collection."

"I smell the smell of trouble." Ling Ling shrugged her nose, and the three dog heads held down by her shrugged their noses, and the four heads sniffed around together.

"It's just an immature idea." Osamu Dazai looked at the screen intently, "Speaking of which, does Zero-chan know about Majin?"

The driving force behind the dragon war.

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky?" Lingling read out a tongue twister, "Yes, he is the author of Crime and Punishment and Notes from the House of the Dead, Russia writer."

"Really?" Osamu Dazai's subordinates kept typing, "What he said, is he a guy with dangerous thoughts?"

"Uh, I don't know if his thinking is dangerous or not, but the cause of his death is quite subtle." Lingling said hesitantly, "It is indeed the first time I know that when moving the cabinet too hard, it will cause blood vessel rupture and death, which can be used as a new The reference case of the owner is written in the owner's "Complete Self-Shark Handbook."

"...Are you serious?" Osamu Dazai was stunned for a second, then he pounded the table silently, "Not bad, not bad, I will tell that Russian as a joke next time I see him."

Lingling threw two pieces of potato chips into her mouth and chewed: I'm just a heartless encyclopedia machine.

"The devil Fyodor, he has an organization called the Rat of the House of Death, and he himself is a mouse living in the sewer, and he likes to do things quietly."

Osamu Dazai didn't realize that the last sentence used to describe himself was very accurate, "Does Zero know why he came all the way from Russia to Yokohama?"

Osamu Dazai made a fool of himself.

"It's for the [book page]," Zero-chan answered the question honestly, "everything written on it will surely turn into reality. It is rumored that it is hidden in Yokohama."

"You really know everything," Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand and rubbed Ling Ling's dumb hair, "Does Ling Ling know where [page] is?"

"I know," Lingling looked at Osamu Dazai strangely, "My database records the information of the whole world, such important things will be automatically marked as red."

"Does the master want [pages]? We can get them." Ling Ling said indifferently.

Osamu Dazai stopped what he was doing, and Lingling sat cross-legged in the center of the screen to watch him.

The black-haired boy raised his head and thought for a while, then asked: "Can [page] let me die refreshed and full of vigor?"

"No way," Ling Ling said, "the adjective of the master is too broad, [the page] may cause the master to die in the sun—refreshing, bright, and full of vigor."

"Hey, I don't want it." Osamu Dazai looked disgusted, "Then, do I have a wish that can only be fulfilled with [pages]?"

"No," Ling Ling thought about it seriously, "my master, omnipotent."

"Therefore, there is no need." Osamu Dazai answered Zero Zero's initial question, he turned his attention back to the document, and typed on the keyboard intently: "What I want, I will get it myself."

"But oh! If [Book Page] can help me finish the manuscript, I will be happy to take it home and offer one canned crab meat every day." Osamu Dazai thought expectantly, "Two cans are fine."

It was hopeless, and Lingling gave Osamu Dazai a sympathetic look, the child is stupid, let's catch him and make soup.

On the other side, Oda Sakunosuke spread out the letter paper and thought carefully with a pen in his hand.

"Short stories...it's better to write about things you are familiar with for the first time." Oda Sakunosuke looked back at the five children who were asleep on the bunk bed.

After hesitating for a moment, the red-haired youth tentatively wrote a title:

"Guidelines for Scientific Feeding and Healthy Children's Education"

Coincidentally, Ango Sakaguchi, who had been working overtime until he vomited his soul, finally found Osamu Dazai's unreasonable request at the edge of his mind.

The worker lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was still half an hour before dawn, which was fine, and he didn't need to sleep again today.

Ango Sakaguchi has written countless mission reports, but he has never written a novel. He has not even read a book of youth pain literature, so he has no way of writing.

"In any case, it would be more reliable to write about the fields you are familiar with." Ango Sakaguchi used his own experience to make a judgment.

He created a new document on the computer and quickly typed a few words:

"Self-Cultivation of Migrant Workers: On the Time Management and Allocation Method of Overtime Work and Human Sleep" Ango Sakaguchi looked at this title with satisfaction, yes, the inspiration came.

The author has something to say: Oda Saku: Why am I the only one without a computer?