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Dazai was ill, he had a heart disease and was bedridden.

The clinical manifestations are: feel sick when you see green, and there should be no dogtail grass within a radius of 500 meters.

Xia Youjie laughed out loud on the spot when he heard the news, Gojo Satoru, who came up behind him to eavesdrop openly, made a wave of ridicule without hesitation, and poured the words that were blocked back yesterday into Dazai Osamu's mind at once.

Gojo Satoru: Hahahahaha Dazai Osamu, you have today too!Bitter melon juice is so good, drink more, it is more nourishing than six walnuts.

Osamu Dazai hung up the phone indignantly: "Excessive! Two guys without sympathy!"

It's all Gojo Satoru's fault, if he hadn't eaten so many show teas yesterday that aroused Osamu Dazai's strong curiosity, he would never have made such a big death.

Osamu Dazai was lying weakly under the quilt, with a pink fever-reducing patch on his forehead, Ling Ling was sitting beside him full of guilt, stirring the liquid in the beaker at a constant speed with a glass rod.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, and carefully glanced at the beaker that was firmly held by the girl.

Whoa, what is this tumbling, magma-like bubble liquid?Osamu Dazai swallowed, and carefully brushed his long hanging hair with his little finger.

The cold and smooth hair curled around his fingertips, and the pulling sensation brought the girl who was concentrating on the matter in hand back to her senses.

"What's the matter?" The round eyes looked down, and there were diamonds embedded in the pupils like ink, which shone like stars under the reflection of the sun.

It suddenly crashed into her eyes, like a tired traveler seeing the aurora in the sky on the ice field, speechless for a moment, shocked by this mysterious and beautiful miracle.

"You changed the color of your pupils?" Osamu Dazai's attention was partly diverted, he stretched out his hand to gently pinch the girl's chin, took her into his arms, and stared intently.

Like a gem guarded by snakes, it is gorgeous and cold, but untouchable.

Coupled with the special effects of Bulling Bulling, the little fairy is a fairy.

"It's a new summer style." Ling Lingren looked at it curiously, with a very happy look on his face, "I read in a magazine that pretty boys will have to transform into gorgeous ones in summer!"

She is a pretty girl, and she wants to transform Xiao Moxian's whole body!

"You don't even need to wear colored contact lenses, it's so convenient." Osamu Dazai rubbed the corners of Lingling's eyes lightly with his hand, she blinked itchyly, and the fantail-like eyelashes swept down his fingertips.

ieres is very good, he won't watch Sichuan Opera Changing Face without you on stage.

"Heh heh heh, of course." Linglingmaomao was proud.

If you are praised, you will be very happy.

The girl humming briskly handed the beaker that was evenly stirred in her hand to Osamu Dazai, ignoring the resistance in his eyes, and vowed: "It's done! Zero zero secret prescription medicine, one mouthful of medicine can cure all diseases, and it can cure all diseases by promoting body fluid to quench thirst. "

Osamu Dazai looked at the cup of unknown liquid that was weirder than last night's bitter gourd juice in silence, and moved back a few small steps with his hands on the quilt, trying to shrink himself into a dried self-closing mushroom in the corner of the wall.

Dazai Osamu, the great demon king known to everyone in the Mafia torture room at the port, the last trump card of Ozaki Momiji's interrogation team, the enemy who was questioned by him personally and has yet to be confessed has not yet been born from the womb.

However, the way of heaven is like reincarnation, whoever is bypassed by the sky, the wicked will be tortured by the wicked.

Today, for the first time, he realized how much the person he tortured felt: what kind of painful despair and suffocation of being powerless to resist!

I'm sorry enemies, he will definitely give you a happy next time.We are all human, why bother to torture each other?

Osamu Dazai slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Before you are sentenced to death, at least tell me the list of ingredients."

Lingling raised her head and thought about it, counting them one by one with her fingers: "The combination set of dry juice + oolong tea + apa tea + taro paste bobo milk green, does it sound very nutritious!"

As expected of her, the magic little chef!

Osamu Dazai: Except for the last item, are the first three things that humans can drink?

The black-haired boy slid into the quilt little by little, and the white cloth gradually covered his face.Osamu Dazai clasped his hands in front of his chest, with a serene smile on his lips.

His broken-winged angel finally returned to the fairy garden. May there be no balsam pear in heaven, Amen.

Seeing this situation, Lingling Tactical leaned back, put his hand on the disc scratcher unconsciously, and rubbed it hard.

"Hallelujah~ Hallelujah~"

The holy singing filled the ground, and the girl in a colorful kimono knelt devoutly on the tatami mat, bowing to the body covered by a white cloth in front of her. Her expression was full of pity and kindness, as kind as a mother in heaven.

Gojo Satoru standing at the door:? ? ?

"You guys, what are you doing?" The strongest in the world was so shocked that his sunglasses fell off, and the whole cat was dumbfounded at the door.

The place he came to is called Panxing Sect, not a concentration camp for fugitive patients in a mental hospital, right?

"Wutiao-kun!" Seeing him, Ling Ling happily raised the beaker in his hand, "You came just in time, are you taking medicine, my friend?"

Under the gaze of Six Eyes, the chaotic liquid in the beaker hiccupped shyly, and the bubbles popping out of the water popped and burst.

Zero zero:!That's right, this medicine is related to Gojo Satoru!

"I'm not sick." Gojo Satoru twitched the corners of his mouth, "But I see that you are seriously ill."

He strode over, lifted the white cloth off Dazai Osamu's head, and snorted in a triumphant tone as if grabbing his braid: "Some people are still lying in bed at noon, it seems that I won the bet."

"You can't count it that way." Osamu Dazai said confidently while carefully tearing off the pink and tender fever-reducing patch on his forehead, "I was severely traumatized and had to rest in bed."

It is said to be self-cultivation, but it is actually an aboveboard procrastination.On the surface, Osamu Dazai was sad and happy, so happy that he took off where he was, and wished he could drink another glass of bitter gourd juice to escape the hell of rushing to draft.

In order to procrastinate the manuscript, why not drink this glass of dry juice!

"Traumatized, you?" Wujo Wu believed it or not, but he had a deep understanding of Osamu Dazai's shamelessness in just one day yesterday.

What kind of mental attack can overwhelm Osamu Dazai's face?Gojo Satoru's gaze flashed across Linglingqing's innocent face.

The curse spirit can't be judged by its appearance. Looking at her cute and lovely appearance, is she actually a ghost that can drive Dazai crazy in private?

Terrible, is this a woman?

The strongest in the world shuddered.

"If you have the guts to swallow the bitter medicine in Zero-chan's hands, I will automatically admit defeat." Osamu Dazai said straightforwardly.

I can't drink you to death, he thought darkly.

"Oh, it's the second time, I won't fall into your aggressive method again." Gojo Satoru pinched his nose, keeping away from the bottle of mysterious liquid that rolled more and more the closer he got to him.

"Gojo-kun, what are you doing here?" Seeing that he wasn't fooled, Osamu Dazai simply changed the subject, "Where's our leader?"

Just kidding, Pan Xing teaches so many things, and as lazy as Osamu Dazai just wants to be a hands-off shopkeeper, he absolutely does not want to share Xia Youjie's work.

Mr. Xia You, come back quickly, he can't bear it alone.

"Jie is on a business trip to Kyoto." Wujo Wu sat cross-legged on the tatami, and threw into his mouth a tease that he had snatched from Lingling's hand last night.

He was so sour that he frowned at first, and then quickly relaxed it, smacking sugar grains happily.

Unexpectedly addicted to eating, Ling Ling shook his head, human beings, after all, can't escape the word "really fragrant".

Xia Youjie went on a business trip to Kyoto, so Wutiao Wu came to Pan Xingjiao, wouldn't it be...

"Are you here to replace Xia Youjun?!" Dazai Zhi sat up in shock as he was dying, and grasped Gojo Satoru's hand, with tears in his eyes, "Great, his office is next door, and all the documents are there. On the desk, walk slowly and don’t send it off.”

Wutiao Wu's forehead has blue veins, he absolutely should not, he should not be a good person.

Why do you think he ran this trip with a soft heart!This man deserves no sympathy at all!

Gojo Satoru shook his hand, subconsciously trying to activate the no-lower-limit spell, but only touched a void.

——The mantra flowing in his body disappeared.

"You..." Gojo Satoru frowned and tried again.

He activated [Cang], but it still didn't work.

"Are you surprised?" Osamu Dazai let go of Gojo Satoru, raised his index finger slightly towards him, and fired a "gun".

"Bang! You're dead." Osamu Dazai spread his hands and said teasingly, "The strongest fell."

Gojo Satoru ignored his naive provocation, he rubbed his fingertips, feeling the mantra flowing again in his body.

"I see," he muttered to himself, "it's no wonder Jay lost."

Since the magic power can be nullified, the magic spirit, which is the polymer of magic power, can't escape.

With that one exception.

Gojo Satoru looked up at the girl who was hooking Osamu Dazai's neck, trying to intimidate and lure him to drink the "medicine".

The sunlight shines through her figure to the ground clearly, without a trace of haze.

The secrets of these two people were bigger than he had guessed. Gojo Satoru put on his sunglasses again, hiding his probing eyes under the dark lenses.

So, why should they meddle in the affairs of the conjuration world?

Osamu Dazai is not a conjurer, Ling Ling and the conjurer are naturally hostile, and they have no position to help Xia Youjie at all.

It doesn't matter, the fox's tail will always be exposed, and there is still a bet between them witnessed by the Dao of Heaven.

Gojo Satoru originally wanted to have a sip of tea at Dazai Osamu's side before going to replace his good brother, but he was forced to lose his appetite by the endless variety of dark dishes.

He patted the hem of his clothes to stand up, and walked into Xia Youjie's office frankly.

Half a second later, Gojo Satoru opened the door to Osamu Dazai's room again.

"Hello." The white-haired young man clenched his fists forbearance, recalling the tragedy he saw half a second ago.

In Xia Youjie's office, there were clumps of papers piled up on the desk like bushes, and the scrolls, letters, and printing paper on the ground were enough to form a perfect gossip formation, making people have nowhere to stay.

The amount of information is comparable to the sum of all the review materials from the first to third year of high school students in the Tian Dynasty. Even the uncle who collects scraps calls him a good guy.

There are so many documents, so many that they can drive people out of trypophobia, all of which are Xia Youjie's work alone.

Osamu Dazai's room is clean and refreshing, except for a laptop computer, there are almost no work-related products.

Play worker's room vs capitalist's room.

The contrast was so sharp that Jianren Qihai scolded.

Labor is shit, Nana Ming you are right.

"So much work, is it all Jie's business?" Gojo Satoru was shocked for a whole year.

No wonder he always feels that his good brother has been listless recently, and the black and blue under his eyes are scarier than glass, comparable to Teacher Ye Moth's panda curse.

Gojo Satoru originally thought that Xia Youjie had secretly made a girlfriend, and was sucked dry by the goblins outside. Who would have thought that the culprit would be in front of his eyes.

He was almost tricked into working for the perpetrator!

"So you are that shameless little goblin!" Gojo Satoru blurted out, ready to go.

"Is the little fairy talking about the master?" Lingling quietly whispered to Osamu Dazai, thirsty for knowledge: "What does it mean in this context?"

Human beings, your language is much more difficult than C language, don't embarrass an innocent little AI.

Osamu Dazai babbled nonsense without moving his eyelids: "It means to compliment my good looks."

"Really?" Lingling wondered.

She knows that Osamu Dazai is good-looking, but this conclusion is the result of big data analysis, and her own aesthetics hardly overlaps with normal humans.

Simple example: In Zero Eye, there is only one difference between human beings and telephone poles—people are shorter.

"Wujo Satoru is like a telegraph pole, and Zhongyuan Zhong is also like a mailbox," Lingling counted earnestly, "Master, let's make a compromise, he's like a telephone booth!"

Yes, with distinct layers and different heights.

Lingling's database told her: "Little goblin" means "demon concubine" in the "Demon Concubine Disaster for the Country", specifically referring to good-looking ghosts.

Is Osamu Dazai good-looking?

good looking.

Osamu Dazai?

Work.

Equation holds.That's right, he is the demon concubine!

Ling Ling immediately understood Osamu Dazai's explanation.She glanced at Wujo Wu with admiration, but she didn't expect that Bai Mao, who looked like a bad boy, was actually an unborn Chinese genius!Disrespect, disrespect.

Gojo Satoru realized that he had a problem with his grammar after he had spoken. He did not embarrass his Chinese teacher who passed away in place - after all, his Chinese class was indeed taught by his physical education teacher, and he could not blame others.

He also didn't reflect on himself, and the secretary as high as the mountain next door was a bit embarrassing for Gojo Satoru, who was replacing him.

The upright young man was determined to find justice for his good brother. He was about to speak for a second, but was choked back by Osamu Dazai, who had been prepared for a long time.

"Wutiao-kun, you don't think you can't finish Xia You-kun's work, do you? Don't you?"

Osamu Dazai, the old Onmyoji.

He put on an unbelievable tone: "Xia Youjun, our leader, is the great mother of Quanpanxingjiao. Not only can he handle all the paperwork perfectly without delaying his studies, but he can also cook for us. Reconciling neighborhood conflicts and raising two children, who doesn't really call 'Mommy' after watching it?"

Osamu Dazai said calmly: "Not only that, he can repair the air conditioner, are you convinced?"

"..." Wutiaowu opened his mouth dryly, and after holding back for a long time, he said, "I can do it too."

Xia Youjie's air-conditioning technician certificate is the result of his temporary on-the-job training.

Osamu Dazai pretended to be pleasantly surprised and applauded: "Great, Gojo-kun, hurry up, we are all dependent on you."

Gojo Gojo was about to turn around, but suddenly grabbed Dazai Osamu by the collar with his backhand, but he avoided it perfectly by moving flexibly three or two times.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous." Osamu Dazai hid behind Lingling, feeling aggrieved, "Lingjiang, he's killing me."

What does it mean for the wicked to sue first? This wave is a textbook-level demonstration.

Lingling straightened his chest, and stood in front of Dazai Zhi with the aura of a god of war: "You don't slap someone in the face, and it hurts your self-esteem."

"You can call my master shameless, but you can't really slap him in the face!"

Lingling Dayi made a gesture of the white crane spreading its wings, which undoubtedly revealed the temperament of a generation of masters.

"The second set of National Primary and Secondary School Radio Gymnastics Eagles take off, the first section, stretching!"

Seeing Ling Ling posing, Gojo Gou posed excitedly.

Before he could gain momentum, Gojo Satoru staggered when the radio gymnastics beat suddenly sounded, almost spinning the ballet on the spot.

"Zero-chan, isn't what you said a little too much..." Osamu Dazai, who was hiding behind Zero Ling, covered his heart, and said sadly: "Obviously I have so many advantages, you must have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering! "

"Turn off the stereo for me." Gojo Satoru said at the same time, looking fiercely at the phone where Osamu Dazai played the BGM.

There was no atmosphere at all, he was here to fight, not to dance.

Even if it's fighting dance, it won't be radio gymnastics!

Wutiaowu needs atmosphere to fight, but she doesn't need it. She can take it in and out freely, and Wujowu is dozens of streets ahead of Wujowu in emotional management.

However, she didn't continue to fight, but turned her head to look at Dazai Osamu very seriously, and said what Gojo Satoru was thinking.

"Master, Gojo-kun didn't lose his mind because of Xia You-kun's heavy workload, he was just blinded by jealousy."

Wujo Wu: Grass, this is not what I have in mind, don't speak for me casually.

Lingling didn't care about their mental activities, she said earnestly: "He's right, master, you can't continue to be lazy."

"In the early hours of this morning, the script for the new episode of "Approaching Science" had to be submitted for approval. The filming will start the day after tomorrow, but we haven't even decided what to film!"

"Ms. Tsushima, are you worthy of your readers? Are you worthy of your audience?"

Lingling held Osamu Dazai's shoulder and shook it desperately, trying to rescue Osamu Dazai who started to vomit his soul after hearing that he was going to work, from the hand of death.

"You were so confident when you bet with me yesterday, but you just signed a bad check?" Seeing Osamu Dazai spit out his soul, Gojo Satoru was in a good mood, and his eyes were a little kinder when he looked at the pile of paperwork.

"I'm going to work for Jie Dai, come on, great writer." The white-haired young man waved his hands and happily stepped into the all-night hell.

As soon as the door of Xia Youjie's office was closed, Lingling immediately stopped shaking Dazai Zhi, and Dazai calmly pressed the spit-out soul back into his body.

Lingling: "There's no need to act."

Osamu Dazai: "It's really easy to lie."

The two looked at each other tacitly, and they must give a thumbs up: the plan is clear.

"Okay, Wutiaowu has been successfully tricked into working overtime. I collected all the paperwork for Panxingjiao for the next month for him, so he will never have the chance to catch fish." Ling Ling said proudly, "Xia You Jay has to thank me for taking the trouble out of him."

Gojo Satoru's intuition is right, which orthodox sect has so many trivial matters, it is all the conspiracy of Osamu Dazai and Lingling.

The purpose is to use work to control the strongest, and Xia Youjie's transfer out of Kyoto for a business trip is also the result of their secret intervention.

"Where is the person?" Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone, and Lingling on the screen waved his hand to call up a faint blue map.

The densely packed numbers in the picture are dazzling, except for a small scarlet dot slowly wandering in the blue ocean.

"In the old house of Kamo's family." Ling Ling lay behind Osamu Dazai, put his arm over his shoulder, and drew a light red fingertip on the screen.

"Kamo Xianlun, known as the most evil magician in history, the villain of this world."

"He also has a name that is more easy to understand - Brain Flower."

The author has something to say: Zai: Is it the kind of brain teaser who shabu-shabu?

Ling Ling: The kind of hot pot (positive eyes)

感谢在2021-02-1617:00:00~2021-02-1817:00:00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: 1 kuroneiko;

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