Special A-level danger warning

Osamu Dazai was not very willing about Feng Xinzhi going to the high school of conjuration, but he let go after Gojo Satoshi complied with his request.

He smiled on the surface and bit the handkerchief inwardly.

If it weren't for the things he couldn't touch in the high school of conjuration, he could hire a first-level conjurer with a high salary to tutor Zhijun one-on-one, so he didn't want Zhijun to go to Tokyo (?) to study.

Feng Xinzhi, who didn't want to disrupt the situation, glanced at Osamu Dazai lightly, and was not dissatisfied with his request for day-study.

Yokohama is only half an hour's drive from Tokyo, and the transportation is very convenient, and it doesn't take much time to go back and forth every day.

Due to the cooperation between the two parties, various matters were discussed very quickly. Within half an hour, Gojo Satoru, who did not want to continue discussing with Osamu Dazai, was about to leave.

Negotiations should not be done by him. He basically does not refuse Party A's request, anyway, as long as there is no harm to him.

The opinions of those old guys from the High School of Conjuration?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Feng Xinzhi, who watched Gojo Satoru walk out of the Mafia headquarters in the port, looked back at Dazai Osamu who was calm on the surface, his eyes softened slightly.

What he just said was enough for him to see many things.

For example, the entire magic world is not as important as Wujo Wu alone.

"Indeed. The magic world without Wujou..."

Osamu Dazai, who was slowly relaxing, curled up softly on the sofa, watching Feng Xinzhi quietly with his kite-colored eyes through his messy hair.

"Vulnerable."

So, if the person who came was not Gojo Satoru, he would have been fooled by the other party and couldn't find the north, so how could he compromise.

This answer made Feng Xinzhi think for a while, he looked at Dazai Osamu's movement of shrinking on the sofa, after thinking about it, he walked over and sat down.

Osamu Dazai, who was actively approached by Feng Xinzhi, was a little furious. He restrained the slight discomfort in his heart, and moved towards Feng Xinzhi's side indistinctly like a high-cooling and clingy black cat, trying to get close to him. closer.

A little closer, a little closer is the highlight moment of parent-child communication.

Feng Xinzhi naturally wouldn't mind this kind of thing, rather than this, he wanted to find out if there was any plan for Gojo Satoru.

Since the threat of absolute force exists, it stands to reason that there will be a specific layout for Gojo Satoru.

"No."

Osamu Dazai, who saw Feng Xinzhi's thoughts from the side, bent his fingertips, and his side face, which was very similar to his own, was reflected in his eyes, and his eyes wandered gently for a moment.

He endured the thought of wanting to poke, and patiently explained to Feng Xinzhi.

"Gojo Satoru is the kind of unsolvable absolute force that can crush everything."

A degree of intrigue is futile.

"It cannot be said that it will not be calculated, but the price will definitely be higher than the acceptable range."

Let's say enable Ayatsuji pedestrians.

Activate this supernatural ability to become a murder detective who ignores time and space and causes people to die unexpectedly.

But this is like using a nuclear bomb to deal with a nuclear bomb.

Gojo Satoru kills everyone he wants before an accidental death is certain.

So the best strategy to deal with him is to seal rather than kill, because the latter is basically impossible to happen.

Just when Osamu Dazai was about to analyze the coping strategy in detail, Feng Xinzhi suddenly tilted his head and approached him a little bit, which caused Osamu Dazai to flutter the end of his voice accidentally, revealing the subtle tension in his heart.

Get too close.

"...Chin-kun?"

Feng Xinzhi stared at Osamu Dazai for a long time, as if evaluating something, touched the bandage on Osamu Dazai's left eye with his fingertips.

His iris-colored eyes were filled with warm tangerine-colored light, and his voice was somewhat curious.

"I wanted to ask a long time ago, why did you wrap your left eye?"

Bandages are fine, but why is it blocking the view?

Obviously Chikun didn't touch him, but Osamu Dazai could feel the warm touch touching his left eye, which made the skin tremble.

It's like being touched by someone's dark soul that is used to hiding and not being known. She is extremely ashamed but can't help but obey.

Osamu Dazai's eyes dodged a little from this close stare, but as if he was afraid that his actions were wrong, he forcibly held back his evasive reaction.

Feng Xinzhi blinked his eyes.

It was okay at first, it was just pure curiosity, but this reaction...

Brings out a slightly bad side of his character.

He raised his brows lightly, held down Osamu Dazai's negligible resistance with one hand, and began to flexibly remove the bandage on Osamu Dazai's left eye with the other hand.

Dazai Osamu, who was pale in color, had a look of refusal and welcome, and put on a coquettish look that was irresistible, as if he had been torn by a storm to the point of trembling.

Feng Xinzhi looked at the loose bandage over his left eye, and expressed surprise at Osamu Dazai's shy and timid eyes.

...It's too much acting, Mr. Zhi.

Osamu Dazai, who is good at acting, doesn't think that he is disobedient at all, and strives to create a weak and pitiful delicate person.

Feng Xinzhi: ...

He straightened up and looked at it for a while, but he still couldn't hold back and took the red scarf that Osamu Dazai had just put on and covered his face.

No, it looks more and more like it.

Forgive him for not being able to imagine himself showing this mood.

Osamu Dazai, whose face was covered by a scarf, was about to groan twice when there was a knock on the closed door of the reception room.

This violent knock on the door...

Guessing who was knocking on the door, Osamu Dazai showed grievance and displeasure on the face of being interrupted the good parent-child time, and reluctantly tidied up his clothes.

It's too annoying, Chuya.

……

Concerned about the leader's safety, Zhong Yuanzhong, who rushed over from the house in a hurry, knocked on the door for a long time but did not respond. Just as he was considering whether to break in, a voice came from the door, please come in.

It wasn't Osamu Dazai's voice.

Zhong Yuanzhong also narrowed his eyes, opened the door and strode in.

Even though he was prepared in his heart, he still felt suffocated by Dazai Osamu's action of sticking to Feng Xinzhi's body like never before.

He closed the door, blocked the gossip from behind him, and sat on the opposite sofa in a menacing manner, his face was covered with the words "Hurry up and leave me".

Satisfied with Zhijun's contribution to the knee pillow, Osamu Dazai didn't intend to pay any attention to Nakahara Chuya at all, he put his arms around Fengxinzhi's waist rustlingly, closed his eyes and made a face like I'm going to sleep and don't disturb me.

The conference room was dimly lit, and the curtains were drawn even if the lights were not turned on.

The peaceful and quiet atmosphere really makes people sleepy.

Chuya Nakahara sat stiffly on the sofa, feeling sincerely powerless against Osamu Dazai's sneering and ignoring his virtue.

With a wooden face, he stared at Osamu Dazai viciously, trying to cut the bastard into pieces with his eyes.

Feng Xinzhi, who covered Dazai Osamu with a thin blanket, raised his eyes, and his eyes lightly glanced at Nakahara Chuya, who was trying his best to restrain himself from beating mackerel.

There was a tranquil silence in the iris-colored eyes, with a calm peace.

Obviously the other party didn't speak, but Zhongyuan Zhong could somehow understand Feng Xinzhi's meaning.

He only slept four or five hours last night, let him sleep a little longer.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Central Plains Chuya:? ? ?

No, why do you act like he is weak, delicate and in need of careful care?

A bunch of complaints were stuck in his mouth and he couldn't say anything, which made Zhong Yuanzhong a little irritable.

In silence, he carefully sized Feng Xinzhi under the faint light.

I didn't look carefully before, and I only roughly came to the conclusion that this guy looks a lot like Dazai, but upon closer inspection, the difference is actually quite big.

Not referring to looks, but another very strange feeling.

If Dazai is a black man whose blood is soaked in the mafia, then the person in front of him is probably a person who can reverse the black and white camps without any problem at all.

White and black are just one or two unimportant fill colors on the surface.

Can be dyed black or bleached.

Is an unaffiliated person.

Obviously, Osamu Dazai is the root cause of his going dark.

……

Sleepiness is contagious.

Zhong Yuanzhong really didn't expect that, just looking at and analyzing, he would fall asleep in less than a quarter of an hour.

It was eight o'clock by the time he looked back and took his hat off his face.

He slept for nearly two hours.

Looking at the time displayed on the phone, Nakahara Chuya felt a little unnatural.

He didn't expect that he came to find the leader, but such a thing would happen to him after falling asleep because of the good atmosphere.

Zhong Yuanzhong also combed his somewhat messy hair, and looked at the opposite side with an embarrassing expression that he didn't know what to do.

Feng Xinzhi, who was in a light sleep state, was awakened by the bright light of Zhongya Nakahara's mobile phone. He estimated the time and decided to wake up Osamu Dazai who was still sleeping.

Of course, the wake-up process is tortuous.

Osamu Dazai, who was about to curl up, quietly stretched out his hand to hold Hyacinth who was about to get up, with a sticky tone.

"Zhi-kun, let's sleep for a while~"

Feng Xinzhi was as immobile as a mountain, turning a blind eye to such small scenes, but Zhongyuan Zhong was also disgusted.

He watched Osamu Dazai rubbing against Hyacinth like a cat rubbing against a scratching post with a shocked face, he really didn't want to admit that this foolish guy was the leader of Mafia at the port.

What is his success rate in playing the next game?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also thinking seriously.

Shunmao's experienced Feng Xinzhi doesn't want to indulge Dazai Osamu in the matter of staying in bed, other things are different, at least adjust the schedule first.

It can be roughly guessed that Zhijun has already figured out a whole set of schedule in his mind and intends to implement it for a long time, Dazai Osamu can only get up lazily, with a bunch of sleep-disturbed hair sticking up listlessly on his forehead.

sleep, child, sleep...

Osamu Dazai, who was not yet fully awake, was suddenly a little happy when he saw Nakahara Nakaya's disgusted look on the opposite side.

Zhong is also uncomfortable = he is happy

This is an equation without any problems.

Osamu Dazai gradually regained his energy, and just about to send a daily greeting to Nakahara Nakaya when he caught a glimpse of Fengxinzhi who was still watching him patiently.

In the next second, he immediately swallowed back the words of mutual hatred, leaned back on the sofa, and faltered out the word "hungry" in a weak posture.

Nakahara's eyelids twitched as he watched.

poisonous.

The author has something to say: Zhong Ye (stiff): Still very sick.