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Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu are about to go on a long journey. Although they are just investigating, they are not expected to solve the problem at once, but Oda Sakunosuke is not very worried.

Just like the old father who sent his child to kindergarten on the first day, the child is not doing well yet, the old father is the first to become vulnerable.

Taking advantage of his own children not paying attention, Oda Sakunosuke called Gojo Satoru aside, and said: "Gojo-san, please take care of Dazai's words."

After thinking about it, he added: "Otherwise, you will regret it." You will lose your little boyfriend.

Wujo Wutiao's movement of peeling the candy paper paused, and the blue pupils behind the sunglasses stared and stared in disbelief: What's wrong? !A dignified person|people|teacher, even threatened|to make the students look good? !

Oda Sakunosuke was completely unaware that what he said caused a misunderstanding, after all, what he said was the truth.

[Eliminating all purposes and misunderstandings at the beginning of the encounter, I hope to meet him again cleanly. ]

These are the original words of Mr. Gojo in reality.

Re-encounter the person you love the most in your best years.

Mr. Gojo is really hardworking.

Oda Sakunosuke was very relieved at first, but in the end...

The father's close friend pressed the swollen temple, and the boy Gojo Satoru and the boy Dazai looked at each other and hated each other.

Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help but feel worried, deeply afraid that Gojo Satoru, who was a teenager in the dream, would not be able to grasp his senses and cause major troubles.

...It's not easy to ask Dazai to change it, right?If Dazai could change, he wouldn't have to live so hard.

"Gojo-san, is it okay?" Oda Sakunosuke asked sincerely

Gojo Satoru and Gojo Satoru feel that they are wronged, they have confronted Dazai Osamu's bandage waste device several times, and it's fine if they haven't won once, and now they are still being threatened by the teacher of the ability department? !

It's really thanks to him respecting his teacher, otherwise!

Rubbing|rubbing his hair carelessly, Gojo Wu curled up his fingers in anger: "...that's fine, I won't bully, I'll protect him, okay?"

Gojo Satoru looked up, and happened to see himself reflected in the glass window, and suddenly felt short of breath.

That aggrieved look is like Wang | Ba |!

In short, no matter how much they disliked each other, Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu stepped into the other side of the barrier together under the watchful eyes of the two childcare workers.

There is only one thing they need to investigate, and that is to confirm whether the things that feed on human beings have the possibility of being completely wiped out.

Neither of them cared about the stares they attracted because of their different ages and their outlandish attire, they swaggered through the streets.

When I first arrived, the previously vague concept of [going from one world to another] became real at this time, and I have to say that the experience is very novel.

"By the way... how did you figure it out?" Gojo Satoru kicked the stone beside his shoe, his tone was a little unnatural, but he was quite curious about what he said.

"Eh? Isn't this a simple reasoning that you can come up with if you have a brain?" Dazai Versailles raised his eyebrows: "It's true that they are nocturnal creatures, but in the end they are just afraid of the sun."

Ignoring the fact that he was once again despised, Gojo Satoru frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly remembered that a victim was |victim|victim|victim|time was daytime.

It happened to be a rainy day with no sunshine.

After glancing at Gojo Satoru, Osamu Dazai curled his lips and said again: "They are not completely hidden creatures, as long as they exist, there must be traces to follow, but why can't everyone in the high school find them? Huh?"

"..."

Gojo Satoru saw "contempt" in Dazai Osamu's eyes again, and his kite eyes seemed to silently convey the meaning of "the strongest? Oh, that's all".

Gojo Satoru, who had done a good job of psychological construction and planned to get along with Osamu Dazai during the cooperation period, turned into a flammable|flammable|explosive|explosive|cannon|battle once again.

If he can bear it, is he still Wujo Wu? !

"Cut!" Gojo Satoru raised his chin in disdain: "That's it?"

"That's it~" Osamu Dazai smiled giggly, as if to say: You can't even guess this, how dare you provoke me?

He won't say, he just used the method of elimination to "get it right" and get the correct answer that sounds outrageous, a little bit~~

Gojo Satoru: "..." This is not a good relationship at all, Oda-sensei!

Wujo Wuyu suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't want to be|eaten| eaten by monsters, just be quiet. I can protect you a little bit regardless of past suspicions."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai stuck out his tongue.

The expression of wanting to vomit was vividly interpreted by the black-haired boy: "Ouch——"

Gojo Satoru: Hard |!Fist | hard | up!

Heh, Uncle Wutiao wants to beat someone up again.

However, there is no time to give them the primary chicken pecking again, because they find that they are facing an extraordinarily difficult situation.

For example: they don't have the currency of this era.

Gojo Satoru felt that it would be fine for him to go hungry a few meals, but...

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and looked at the black-haired boy, Osamu Dazai must not be able to do it, right?This person looks like a piece of jade, and is extremely fragile. He is a noble family cat that must be carefully raised.

The most important thing is... Wujo Wu clenched his fist, this guy will definitely make trouble with him when he is hungry!

As if he had seen the bleak future beckoning to him, Gojo Satoru's face turned blue and purple for a while, and then went black for a while, so wonderful that it looked like a painting by Picasso.

however……

Gojo Wujou took off a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth tiredly, his demeanor was still very attractive, and he insisted on making the lollipop look like a cigar.

Compared with the situation at this moment, what is it to argue with Dazai Osamu while he is hungry?

After nightfall, ugly ugly things appeared one after another, and they came straight to Osamu Dazai with the joy of celebrating the harvest.

One "Cang" and one child, Gojo Satoru was already numb. He glanced at the black-haired boy taking a leisurely walk by the river, and said angrily, "Please tell me clearly! What's going on?!"

"Didn't those guys say the word "thin blood"?" Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, and Dapeng spread his wings on the verge of being beaten: "If you don't need your ears, please donate them to those in need, thank you."

Click!

Gojo Satoru bit the candy in his mouth.

He worked so hard to protect this guy, but this guy just rewarded him like this? !

Gojo Gojo rolled his eyes in anger: "Please, do you still want to compete with me at this time? Be careful that I leave you here!"

"Tch——" Osamu Dazai curled his lips, and then laughed again, his kite eyes reflecting the crescent moon seemed quite malicious in the deep night.

Wujo Wu suddenly felt as if he was facing a big enemy, no, the bastard wasted the device with bandages and wanted to do something!

Osamu Dazai didn't know what Gojo Satoru was thinking, if he knew, he would definitely roll his eyes, and he wouldn't be confused about the priorities.

Looking up at the dense bushes, the black-haired young man slowly appeared with a |knife| on his waist.

"Yo~" Osamu Dazai raised his hand and waved his face. You don't need to look at the face hidden in the night, you can imagine that there must be a bright smile at this time: "Have you been watching the show for a long time?"

"Ah." When asked, the black-haired youth really answered without shame.

Osamu Dazai touched his chin: "By the way, you must be hated by many people."

Hearing this, the black-haired young man seriously retorted: "I don't hate it."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The black-haired young man didn't notice Dazai Osamu's speechlessness, and glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was closed for some reason: "He can kill ghosts, you and I will go back."

With such a simple sentence, the fate of Dazai Osamu and Gojo Gojo sleeping on the street was directly saved.

Gojo Gojo followed along blankly, until he was about to reach the destination, his handsome face was filled with a bewildered expression of "what happened?"

The half-exposed blue eyes cast forward, Dazai Osamu was talking with the black-haired youth.

The black-haired young man had no sense of being "tricked", and he explained everything he could and couldn't.

Gojo Satoru's eyes showed strangeness, and he suddenly realized that he had never really understood Dazai Osamu.

Think carefully——

Osamu Dazai had to go to the remote riverside regardless of his objection. At that time, Osamu Dazai's expression was as if he had already expected the ending, bored and tired...

Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, and looked sideways at the black-haired boy who was chatting and laughing with the leader of the |Ghost|Killer|team.

——Osamu Dazai predicted the direction of things from the very beginning.

Ubuyashiki Yoya smiled gently, even though most of his face was disfigured, it didn't damage his temperament at all: "It's great to have Dazai-kun and Gojo-kun here."

Ghost|Kill|Team|The main character never asked Gojo Satoru even half a sentence. It wasn't disrespect, but he could see that in this duo, the black-haired boy was the one who could call the shots.

"Well—Mr. Ubuyashiki is too polite." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes harmlessly: "By the way, is there any room available? I'm so sleepy."

"When Yoshiyuki asked the crow to send the news, I sent someone to tidy up the room." When Yuya Shiki's voice fell, someone gently opened the shoji door.

The two left the Japanese room, and Yoya Yashiki lowered his eyes lightly.

Are there other abilities other than Breathwork?

As if foreseeing the way to break the situation, Yoya Ubuyashiki closed his eyes lightly, his fingertips were trembling with excitement.

the other side--

"What are you doing?!" Osamu Dazai widened his eyes, and his kite-colored eyes reflected Gojo Satoru's grinning face.

"What can I do? Of course it is to protect you." Gojo Wujo, who was hugging the quilt, raised his chin noblely: "I don't know if the lord who kills the team is a good person. What if it’s not good for us?”

...When he said this, Wujo Gou tapped his toes in embarrassment. In fact, he didn't understand why he came over with the futon in his arms.

what!exactly!

Because I promised Mr. Oda that I would protect Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, and asked a soulful question: "Are you sick?"

"Cut!" Gojo Satoru laid out the futon neatly and lay down, turned his back to Osamu Dazai, and said rather rascally, "Then you should treat me as sick."

Osamu Dazai was speechless: "..."

He found that he couldn't deal with Wujo Satoru, who was making fun of him!

"Let me tell you." Gojo Satoru heard thin voices behind him, probably Osamu Dazai had finally slipped into bed, "Have you guessed this step?"

"Can't you?"

The young man's voice fell into Gojo Gojo's ears, he thought maybe Osamu Dazai buried himself with a quilt, "I didn't say no, I just felt..."

"what?"

It's boring for you to live like this—Gotiao Satoru swallowed the words that reached the |tongue|tip|tip|, and then said: "I think it's pretty good. If this is the case, we can solve the problem with just this trip."

What responded to him was the sound of gradually steady breathing.

I'm pretending to sleep.

Gojo Satoru was so sure in his heart, that's fine, otherwise it would be embarrassing.