How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

Amamiya Cui has always believed that those who can gain the trust of a character like Osamu Dazai must be loyal and capable people.

For example, in the Central Plains.

Can get the slightest raised eyebrows and smiles from the leader. The former laughs at Yan Yan at the negotiating table, and easily plays around with the mediocre opponents, but is not in a hurry to give a fatal blow; while the door of the auditorium suddenly opens during the stalemate , the latter strode in with a bloody smell all over his body, threw the head of the enemy general on the table, and stood silently behind the loyal man, staring at the panicked hyenas.

Pranks and jokes are only directed at people close to him, and Osamu Dazai's special way of getting along with the Central Plains cadres seems to confirm his guess.

But after being busy for so long, it is still in vain... Yu Gongcui had to re-examine her strategy method, and found a loophole in this theory from the root.

Maybe not the kind of people that Osamu Dazai trusted.What he trusts is only "Central Plains Zhongye".

And the latter happened to be that kind of person.

Yu Gongcui habitually opened the trust value panel and took a look, it was still 37.The number that hadn't changed for several months was a bit eye-catching, half pushing and half pulling prompted him to put aside the unfinished documents, propped his chin, and immersed himself in his thoughts.

But if we talk about the shining points of senior Zhongyuan, there are really countless, and he can be called a walking Hong Kong black conscience. For a while, it is really difficult to determine which characteristic is attracting that black mud spirit of Osamu Dazai.

——What if it is force value?

In that case, wouldn't he be out on the spot?

Zhongyuan Zhongya's route is difficult to imitate, and there is really no second reference object when looking around, Yu Gongcui got up angrily, ignored the rest of the business on the table, pushed away the chair, and left the office straight away.

All the way back to the dormitory, he didn't meet any acquaintances on the way, and the grassroots members of the patrol just stopped and bowed far away, and didn't dare to come forward to talk to him at all.

Taking off the black suit on her body and throwing it aside casually, Amamiya Tsui, who was in a good mood, picked out a few pieces of casual clothes in the closet, and at the same time dialed Atsushi Nakajima.

"Are you in Ganghei now, Dun? Then come to my room, please."

When the door was knocked, he had just finished changing his clothes, and was looking at the young man in the mirror, whose breath was as calm as a lake.Gathering his messy temple hair, he stepped forward to open the door, and the little cat waiting outside the door was startled unabashedly when he saw how well he was dressed.

"Hey, what are you—? Do you have any missions that require casual clothes?"

After muttering, he denied it himself: "No, the leader will not allow you to be in danger. There are so many people who can go out..."

Feeling that the child might be blinded by some kind of filter, and couldn't see such a simple thing, Yu Gongcui flicked on his forehead, telling him dumbfoundedly: "I skipped work."

"Ah, let me just say, it turned out to be Alice—"

Nakajima Atsushi's voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes slowly widened.

He was hallucinating.

No, it is also possible that the sun is coming out from the west, or Hong Kong and Hei are going to close down soon.

Not paying much attention to the dreamy expression like the soul coming out of the body, Yu Gongcui closed the door, took the kitten and walked towards the outside of the Ganghei Building with a clear purpose, and stood on the side of the road after a while, standing on the side of the street tree. In the shade waiting for the occasional passing taxi.

Only then did the latter come back to his senses staggeringly, looked around without any sense of reality, and even tried to put his hand on the senior's forehead to measure the temperature.After receiving helpless and tolerant eyes, he stared at the retracted palm and murmured.

"There is no fever, it shouldn't be..."

"It's just that I suddenly want to make up for the four-year vacation." Yu Gongcui was so tempered by him that he could only find a reason to explain indiscriminately, "Now everything is on the right track, and I don't need to worry about it. And , I think it's time to help Mr. Dazai, who has been missing for a week, find the value of his life. He has disappeared for such a long time this time, maybe he is protesting against my arbitrariness, and is eager to appease his heart that wants to work. "

"Yes... is it?"

Of course not.

Giving Osamu Dazai a job would be more enjoyable than giving him a knife—but how can you say this to a kitten who doesn't know much about the world?It will teach children badly.

So Amamiya Tsui just showed a 100% fidelity and convincing smile, and raised her hand to rub Nakajima Atsushi's soft hair.

"There will be no problem. No matter who you leave, the world will continue to run as usual. Ah, the taxi is here." He waved his hand to stop, and pulled the kitten to sit on it. "Where are you going? Do you have any recommendations, Mr. Dun?"

"Ah, ask, ask me? Uh--so, how about Central Park! There are delicious crepes nearby, and tofu is also good!"

Atsushi Nakajima's body was tense, and he poured all the relevant information out of his head. After getting the approval, he was slightly relieved, leaned against the back of the seat, and peeked at the people beside him amidst the sound of the car starting. .

The silhouette of the black-haired young man's profile was covered with a halo of halo, and the lines of his jaw and collarbone were smooth, making him look clean and sharp.

Although he looks young enough to make people think he is still a student, but for some reason, there is always a reassuring, cool and calm aura around him.As long as he can be classified in the same camp, he will give full protection without distinction - trusted by all Hong Kong gangsters, who is strong and decisive in the outside world, but caring like spring rain in the house. The decision maker, the titular chief secretary, Amamiya Tsui.

Although I didn't realize it, everyone except him has already realized how protective this person is.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was once well under the wing, was even more impressive.

Thinking of the faint smile on the young man's face when he confided excitedly after the mission was over because he avoided being stained with blood when he was 16 years old; Long silence and complicated eyes.

Although unexpectedly, the self who trampled on that heart was not alienated because of this, the senior still treated him as gently as before, comforting him with smiles, candies and touching the head from time to time, as if he was still the same as when we first met child.

In the huge Hong Kong and black, Atsushi Nakajima does not have any friends, even nodding acquaintances.

So, day after day, gradually—he wanted more and more from the only source of light.

Not satisfied with the current level.

The tiger trapped between the bars was pacing back and forth restlessly, roaring impatiently.

If I can get closer to you, will I be more, more... care about me?

He clearly warned himself to be self-aware, but he couldn't stop fantasizing.

With so much affection poured into the trashy me, maybe a little more is okay, right?

Warm, itchy, relaxing and shuddering—for the first time in my worthless life, rightfully wanting more—even if I don't know, what the hell what is it.

Yu Gongcui stared at the boy's golden eyes that were throbbing and struggling when he was in a trance, spread five fingers, and swayed slowly in front of his eyes.

"Here, Don, it's time to get off."

"Ah, good! Sorry senior, I didn't mean it!"

"It's okay. What are you thinking, are you afraid of being scolded by Mr. Dazai? Just tell him that you were tricked by me, wouldn't it be fine?"

"No, I didn't think about that kind of thing." Atsushi Nakajima shook his head quickly, speaking faster than he thought, "I just feel like I'm dating... ah."

He was fixed at the gate of the park by his astonishing speech, his face turned red quickly, and his whole body was about to burn.

The first thing the brain did after it resumed functioning was to try to remedy it. With his eyes closed, he waved his hands frantically: "Yes, I'm sorry!!! I didn't mean that!"

"'do not mean that'?"

Something cold was stuffed into his hands, Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously opened his eyes, and looked at the strawberry sundae in his palm, while the senior was holding the same ice cream in his hand, and looked at it strangely with the spoon of the sundae he.

"Because there happened to be a dessert stand where you got off the bus, so I bought this in the past. I feel that you are too hot in your clothes... So, did you just say something?"

It was obviously the most ideal situation, but Atsushi Nakajima choked up unexpectedly.

"...Nothing, please don't mind."

After he finished talking dryly, Yu Gongcui, who was in high spirits unexpectedly, went shopping in the snack street, his mouth was soon stuffed and he couldn't speak.

While standing in the long queue in front of Maruko Octopus, the latter's mobile phone finally rang belatedly. Amamiya Cui answered the phone and put it on the outside, causing the bustle and bustle of the surrounding market to throw the person on the other side of the phone upside down. .

Mr. Secretary has a sundae in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, and he is also careless when speaking into the microphone, which can almost kill people.

"Huh, me? Come out to play."

"Working hours? It's okay, it's okay, just deduct my salary."

"Losing your temper? Getting awkward? How could it be? I'm not angry at you at all. I'm sorry I have a bad signal here, so I can't hear what you're talking about—Mr. Dazai, Mr. Dazai? It's better to talk later."

Yu Gongcui hung up the phone neatly, turned off the phone, and threw it back into her pocket with a sneer.

This is the feeling of skipping work and beating the boss!So cool! ! !

The old gloom all over his body that was tortured by Osamu Dazai dissipated reluctantly in the little angel's singing, and he was so relaxed that he was about to ascend to heaven with a peaceful baby-like smile.

But how can you just let go? !This kind of surprise must be given to the black mud spirit a few more times in the future, so that it is not in vain that he has fought wits and courage to upgrade the Yin-Yang Qi skill to the full level in four years!It's time to give back to teachers! !

The expression on his face was like a devil, and Atsushi Nakajima, who was next to him, was trembling with his snacks in his hand. He didn't dare to persuade him to go back, so he could only comfort his leader who was not so unreasonable.

Finally, it was their turn in the long line of octopus balls. Seeing that the senior was still immersed in his own thoughts and sneered from time to time, Atsushi Nakajima had to order food for him and stood there quietly waiting.

He had never felt that it took such a long time to make a snack, and he almost began to think about the mystery of the origin of the universe.

A young girl with long fluttering hair squeezed next to him, looked at the little balls sizzling in the mould, and was so excited that she rubbed her hands together.

"It looks delicious—brother, let's line up here!"

"It's too noisy, I don't..."

"elder brother!"

When the girl turned around and stomped her feet to act coquettishly, Atsushi Nakajima's sleeve was pulled hard.He turned his head in a daze, followed Yu Gongcui, whose face was as heavy as water, around several vendors in a daze, and finally stopped in a remote corner with few people.

"what happened?"

Some are ashamed of their ignorance, because the other party must have sensed the danger before doing so.Atsushi Nakajima, who considered himself lacking in ability, looked back vigilantly, and at the same time asked aloud: "Is there a problem with the siblings?"

"No," Yu Gongcui's answer was concise and to the point, but her brows were still tightly frowned, showing no sign of relaxation, "No problem."

"Then why do you want to escape...?"

Yu Gongcui patted the little cat on the shoulder, took out a bunch of three-color balls from his arms, and took a bite without knowing the taste.

"Good question. In fact, I can find many reasons, such as inappropriate time, Dazai's reluctance, misunderstanding too deep and so on--but the fact is, the moment I realized it was them, my feet moved involuntarily. "

"Just my personal reasons."

"Because I feel guilty because I'm not honest enough, I feel ashamed to face it because I feel guilty... Probably, that's it."