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Osamu Dazai came to a traditional Japanese restaurant by appointment.

After the young lady at the front desk clearly rejected his invitation to die for love, he regretfully came to the reserved seat, but when he saw the young man with glasses who was already seated, he froze slightly.

"Oh~" Osamu Dazai reacted quickly, he put away his leaked emotions as if nothing had happened, smiled and sat down opposite the young man with glasses, his tone was so familiar as if he had seen a close friend he hadn't seen for many years: "Ango, long time no see .”

"I didn't expect you to dare to appear in front of me."

Although Osamu Dazai said this in a joking tone, Ango Sakaguchi, who still understood his character, could hear the irony hidden in his words at once.

"Long time no see, Dazai."

Sakaguchi Ango sighed carelessly, lowered his head to look at the complicated patterns on the wooden tabletop, and left the conversation space for Taneda Santouka sitting next to him.

Taneda Yamatou said straight to the point: "Dazai-kun, I'm sorry, because you refused to contact me, I can only ask you to come here through President Fukuzawa, and I have a task to ask you..."

"Wait." Osamu Dazai interrupted him.

Zhongtian Shantouhuo was stunned for a moment, only to find that the waiter just came up with the finished dishes.

The food was put on the table by the waiter. The fragrant crab meat was paired with kombu soup base. The ingredients were neatly arranged in a row.

Osamu Dazai picked up chopsticks to cook, and the expression on his face didn't seem to change, but Taneda Santoka still felt the tense atmosphere eased.

"Dazai-kun." Taneda Santouka called out his name.

Osamu Dazai curled his lips uninterestedly: "Hey, what task? What about the reward?"

"It's about the magic world." Taneda Shantou's words were concise and clear: "We want you to go to Tokyo to complete an undercover|undercover mission. I think you will understand the details when you get there. As for the reward, it will be completely erased." How was your experience in port|black|hand|party|?"

Unexpectedly, Dazai Osamu, who was not very interested in the characters in the last second, laughed and said with great interest: "The magic world?"

"... Dazai-kun knows?" Taneda Shantouhuo was a little surprised that Dazai didn't care about the latter. After all, Dazai just washed his experience |

"Know some."

Tan Tian Shantoufire glanced at him meaningfully.

Even knowing a little bit is already very good.

After all, the Supernatural Secret Service Division has too little information about the magic world.It's not just because ordinary people can't see the curse, but also because very few abilities can work on the curse spirit.

It just so happened that this time the magic world took the initiative to send the opportunity to the door.

That group of people, it's not a good idea to fight somewhere, so they have to get involved in Yokohama?But helplessly, the Ministry of the Interior still gave permission despite his efforts to stop it.

The Supernatural Secret Service Division will not allow conjurers to mess around in Yokohama.

A sharp cold light flashed in Taneda's eyes. He put down his teacup and looked at Osamu Dazai, who was studying the materials with great interest.

After Fukuzawa Yukichi replied, he sent someone to test Dazai Osamu.

"Dazai-kun, you are special." Taneda Santoka said.

Osamu Dazai sneered at this remark. He stood up, waved his back to them, and disappeared at the door of the restaurant.

Ango Sakaguchi was silent for a while, and asked, "Is it okay to just let him go?"

Taneda Shantou sighed: "There is no other option."

If so, he would not have the cheek to ask Fukuzawa Yukichi to be a lobbyist.

Ango Sakaguchi moved his lips, struggled a few times, but finally did not speak again.

In the late spring and early summer, it was rainy for days, but today's sky was dyed with a little warm color that I haven't seen for a long time.

However, due to the layer upon layer of dark clouds still hovering over the city, the sunlight that emerges from the head looks sticky and dirty.Everything is reflected in a lifeless appearance, which makes people feel unbearably stuffy.

The continuous rain is mixed with the rising temperature, and the clothes are sticky to the body from the inside to the outside, which is enough to make people feel irritable.

A taxi drove away slowly, leaving behind a black-haired young man wearing a pair of sunglasses as the only bright color here, suddenly appearing in the gray, the hem of the sand-colored windbreaker was /lifted/moved by the wind look like.

The fine petals falling to the ground in late spring and early summer were trampled by this person, as if they were coming along the way.

"No, no, no—" Standing at the slightly desolate doorway of Mangao, this bright color raised his hand and pushed the mirror frame, and murmured in a disgusted tone: "This is the school for cultivating magicians? Cut— —Looks like rubbish."

"Hello." A cold and slightly hoarse female voice sounded from behind: "You are blocking the way."

Osamu Dazai turned around, his gaze swept across the short-haired girl who was speaking lightly, he paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, he dashed up to the girl, and took her hand.

"This beautiful lady." Dazai Osamu smiled, his voice was low and gentle: "Can you die|die for love with me?"

... Sacrifice|love?

The short-haired girl opened her mouth, unable to realize how things had turned into this way, someone behind whistled as if joining in the fun.

"Wow, there will be a day when I see Nitro being molested by someone." A white-haired boy who was diagonally behind the girl said in amazement.

The black-haired boy next to him nodded in agreement: "It's really surprising, isn't it possible that Nitro was dropped?"

Home into the glass: "..."

Hard|hard|hard|hard|hard|hard|hard into the fist of the nitrous.

He simply and neatly gave a lesson to the two teenagers who did not know how to provoke the female high school students, and then turned to the black-haired young man with a smile on his face: "Who are you?"

"Oh, ask this." The black-haired young man took off his sunglasses, narrowed his eyes slightly, and yawned lazily, "I'm here to work."

"Work?" Jia Ruozi looked him up and down, to be reasonable, she felt that this person looked more like a small |white|face|face|face waiting for someone|wrapping|raising|raising|, she was a little suspicious: "Auxiliary supervision?"

"That's right, that's right!" Dazai Osamu raised his hand and made a "yeah" gesture: "I'm the new assistant supervisor."

Gojo Satoru with a bag on his head took off his sunglasses, moved a little closer to Osamu Dazai, his blue eyes swept away like sharp | blades: "Assist supervisor?"

"Yes." Dazai Osamu looked at the young man through the cherry blossoms falling like mist, his kite-colored eyes with a light smile brushed across the young man's body, and quickly withdrew it extremely miserly.

Osamu Dazai stood a little further away calmly: "Okay, do you have any other questions, cute little conjurers?"

"I have another question." Gojo Satoru had already learned to answer quickly. He raised his hand and asked seriously, "Why do you add a special girly ending to every sentence? Are you the hidden JK?"

Dazai Osamu's eyes widened in disbelief: "Eh? Isn't this super cute? You still think you can successfully build a good relationship with young people."

The only genuine female high school student present at the scene, Iarui Glass: "..."

No, that just makes people think you're a pervert.

Just talking about it verbally cannot completely dispel doubts, the trio led Dazai Osamu to meet their head teacher, Ye Mozhengdao.

Ye Mozheng said: "Ah, this..."

Osamu Dazai reminded him: "Shuji Tsushima."

Night Moth follows the good path: "Tsushima-kun is indeed an assistant supervisor, and he is also a magician. If you have any questions, you can ask Tsushima-kun for advice."

Conjurer?

Xia Youjie looked at Osamu Dazai: "Mr. Tsushima, what is your magician rating?"

"Conjurer rating? Emmm wait a moment, let me find it." Osamu Dazai rummaged through his body to find a certificate, and waved it in front of them: "It's a special grade."

"Super class?" Xia Youjie was a little surprised. A super conjurer came to Jugao as an assistant supervisor?

Gojo Gojo narrowed his eyes leisurely, "Eh? Shuji Tsushima?"

His gaze fell on Osamu Dazai who was looking around curiously: "I remember that the Tsushima family is quite famous in the magic world."

Osamu Dazai was still lamenting the overly simple environment of the high school of conjuration, and when he heard this sentence, which was almost a test, he said noncommittally: "That was a few years ago."

"And——" Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, leaned over slightly, and the pair of sunglasses he was wearing slipped off the bridge of his nose. He said flatly, "I have nothing to do with the Tsushima family, it's just a name collision."

"Really?" Gojo Satoru glanced at him suspiciously, shrugged, and didn't speak again.

Manga's life is peaceful and boring - of course this is for "Shuji Tsushima" who has just become an assistant supervisor.

"anyway--"

Just after finishing the task, Jia Ruzi drew the end of the voice, and the veins on his forehead twitched wildly: "Why are we exorcising the curse in the "tent", but you flirt outside the "tent"? This is what a qualified auxiliary supervisor should do matter?!"

Osamu Dazai, who was once again rejected the invitation to die for love, sighed regretfully, spread his palms and said, "What can I do? There are too few attractive women in Kagori? It's rare to come out once, of course You have to find a beautiful young lady to die in love to make this trip worthwhile."

Xia Youjie said straight to the point: "Normal people would not die in love with someone they just met."

Gojo Satoru made up his mouth very much: "Shouldn't the point be that Nitro is classified as an unattractive woman|?"

Jia Ruozi indifferently took out the lighter and lit a cigarette, tapped his phone to reply to the message, ignoring their deliberate provocation.

The lit cigarette butt flickered in the dark street, and light smoke slowly rose. Wujo Wu was caught off guard and choked, and he snorted dissatisfiedly: "Smoke | cigarette again, you are not afraid of smoking | death."

Jia Ruozi rolled his eyes and said angrily, "It's not you who died."

Osamu Dazai was well used to the smell of lit tobacco, but he still bought a few lollipops from the small shop nearby and threw them to the three of them.

He said in a tone of educating children: "Student Wutiao is right. It is wrong for high school students to smoke. Come on, let's eat a candy one by one."

Jia Ruozi: "Who are you coaxing?"

Gojo Satoru took a glance and found that the candies that Xia Youjie and Nitro got were all strawberry flavored, and only his was mango flavored.

The naive young man suddenly felt an uncomfortable feeling of being isolated, and deliberately snorted heavily, and did not take apart the candy wrapper to eat, but just pushed the round candy ball against his side and rolled it around.

Osamu Dazai bent his lips slightly, and without piercing the young man's naive thoughts, he turned to look at another assistant supervisor who was trembling and trying to reduce his sense of existence: "You can go."

The assistant superintendent was shocked, feeling as if he had been pardoned, he smiled gratefully at Osamu Dazai, and ran away without a trace.

Xia Youjie glanced at the faintly visible back of the assistant supervisor, wondering, "Why are you running so fast?"

"Who knows." Dazai Osamu shrugged with a smile, his lips were still bent, and his eyes swept over the three high school students vaguely.

They were all cubs who hadn't suffered setbacks yet, and there was an indelible arrogance in their brows.

Gojo Satoru was particularly sensitive to other people's gazes, and almost instantly noticed Dazai Osamu's eyes looking at them. He put away the lollipop and pretended to be dazed: "Mr. Tsushima?"

"What do you want me to do?" Dazai Osamu's expression was even more confused than his, as if the gaze just now was just Gojo Satoru's illusion.

This is the gap between the old drama and the young drama.

Gojo Wu couldn't help but gritted his teeth, and thought to himself: I really know how to pretend.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to find fault, he showed a few people the chat records with An Geji: "There is a temporary task over there, and the party can't be held, where are you going now?"

Regarding the question of where to go, Osamu Dazai believed that he had the most right to speak, and happily said: "Find a beautiful river and commit suicide!"

Jia Ruozi said indifferently: "Pass."

"The dessert shop..."

"Pass."

Osamu Dazai and Gojo Satoru made a few more suggestions, but Xia Youjie was not interested at all: "Since it's all right, I'll go back first."

Jia Ruozi glanced at the time, a little strange: "So early?"

Wujo Wu was also surprised, put his hand on Xia Youjie's shoulder, and said with a smile: "What? Jie is in a hurry to go back and take a bath for your curse spirit?"

Xia Youjie glanced at him sideways, "Do you believe it or not, and I will bathe you with a curse spirit someday?"

"Okay, okay, that's it." Osamu Dazai came out in time to stop the bickering between the two elementary school chickens: "I've already figured out where to go."

Liquor | Swaying in the glass, the wall of the glass reflects a beautiful halo, reflecting the face of the person holding the glass.

"Mr. Tsushima." Xia Youjie looked at Dazai Zhi, twitching the corner of his mouth speechlessly: "You should still remember that we are minors, right?"

"Ah? Is there a problem?" Osamu Dazai glanced over several people, especially pausing for a while on Iiriko, who was still holding a cigarette in his hand.

Jia Ruozi exhaled the smoke ring, raised his eyebrows and said: "Why, there is a rule in the curse high school that students|can't|smoke|smoke|cigarettes?"

"Look, that's how it is." Osamu Dazai took a sip of his wine with peace of mind, and continued: "Besides, high school students should have the courage to challenge things that are not allowed, and this can be considered a successful high school life."

Gojo Satoru agreed: "Then, next time Jie and I skip class, will you help cover?"

Osamu Dazai answered affirmatively without much thought: "No."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Nevermind, adults with minors in bars are crumbs.

Xia Youjie claimed to be the only normal person among the group of people. When he was hesitating about what to order, Osamu Dazai ordered a glass of tomato juice for him.

"Thank you." He doesn't dislike tomato juice, anyway, in his opinion, there is nothing more unpalatable than the magic spirit.

Gojo Satoru ordered a glass of the most expensive wine, whether he could drink it was not the most important thing, the most important thing was to hit "Shuji Tsushima".

He turned around and saw the tomato juice in Xia Youjie's hand, and laughed, "Hahahaha, you actually came to the bar to order tomato juice, Jie, are you a kid?"

Xia Youjie was unmoved: "Mr. Tsushima ordered it."

"..." Gojo Satoru stopped talking.

Xia Youjie felt that something was wrong, and looked suspiciously at Gojo Wu, then at Dazai Zhi: "You... have known each other before?"

"I don't know." Dazai Osamu's quick answer forced Gojo to swallow the words on his lips.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, while playing with the wine glass, he carefully looked at Osamu Dazai who was fiddling with the phone.

The warm lights cast an ambiguous image on the entire bar.

Gojo Satoru was suddenly glad that he didn't drink alcohol, after all Dazai Osamu was like a glass of wine with honey, sweet and intoxicating...

"...!" Gojo Satoru suddenly lowered his head, covering his flushed face so that no one could see him.

Of course we know!

When he was eight years old but...

Gojo Satoru stopped thinking about it in time, otherwise he could guarantee that he would not only blush, but also emit white smoke!

There was no topic to talk about, and the few people present turned into heads-downers one after another, and the dynamics of the mobile phone were scrolling quickly.

Just when Osamu Dazai was half-drinking, there was a sudden scream outside the bar: "Dead|people!"

Osamu Dazai drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

He turned his head to look after drinking, and found that several conjurers who sensed that something was wrong had already rushed out.

"Oh, all conjurers are indeed social animals." Osamu Dazai sighed, "If we continue like this, we will be assimilated, right? Huh—community animals, it's scary to think about it."

Osamu Dazai picked up the wallet that Gojo Satoru left on the bar to pay the bill, and the screen of the mobile phone in his hand showed that a message had been sent.

Outside the bar.

After confirming that it was the curse spirit who committed the crime, Wujo Wu quickly found the location of the curse spirit and planned to chase after him.

"Wu, wait a minute." Xia Youjie stopped him.

Gojo Satoru's speed slowed down, and he said helplessly, "...Okay, okay."

Xia Youjie set up an "account". After all, the auxiliary supervisor "Shuji Tsushima" is not there, and even if he is, it is useless.

The moment they stopped moving, the curse spirit had already run a long way, and it took a lot of effort for the two of them to exorcise this curse spirit who was good at escaping.

After finishing their busy work, they had no intention of continuing to play.

Gojo Satoru put his hands behind his head and lazily said: "It's really tiring to worry about the weak guy|."

"There's nothing you can do if you're tired. Magicians exist to protect non-magicians." Xia Youjie said.

"Huh?!" Gojo Satoru looked a little surprised, his half-exposed blue pupils stared wide open: "What? So Jie is a serious person?"

Xia Youjie was taken aback: "Huh?"

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses: "I hate positive theory."

"..."

Jia Ruozi showed that he was not interested in this topic as early as the beginning, and slipped to the side to chat with An Geji on the phone.

Osamu Dazai, who came slowly to meet him, was probably chatting with someone, but most of them sent messages from the other side, and he replied with a few words casually.

Xia Youjie pursed his lips and asked, "Then what do you think?"

In fact, Gojo Satoru had run out of patience when he said this. He stretched his waist and replied leisurely: "In my opinion, it is the sign of the weak to attach any responsibility and reason to the spell."

Xia Youjie: "I..."

"If you want to discuss the philosophy of life, it's better to discuss it when you get back." Osamu Dazai walked to Xia Youjie's side, interrupted him, and put on a mature and reliable adult appearance.

"?" Xia Youjie was about to speak when Gotiao Wu suddenly rushed over from the far side, abruptly inserting himself between the two of them.

The rebuttal words that came to his mouth were abruptly swallowed back into his stomach, Xia Youjie looked at Gojo Wu with confusion: "What are you doing?"

Gojo Wu raised his chin and said solemnly: "I am more suitable for the C position."

While talking, Gojo Satoru summoned up all his courage, passionately and boldly |hook|hook|hook|hook| Dazai Osamu's palm, and successfully got Dazai Osamu's eyes looking at a mentally ill patient.

Gojo Satoru's hard-won courage vanished in an instant.

"...Forget it." Xia Youjie had cleared all the messy things in his mind at this time, and exchanged a glance with Gojo Satoru who was blushing in the night: "Anyway, we are the strongest."

The moonlight fell on the teenagers, and the orange warm lights on both sides of the street stretched their shadows infinitely.

"It's nice to be young." Dazai Osamu sighed with emotion, putting away his phone.

Before the phone screen went dark, Gojo Satoru inadvertently caught a glimpse of the signature "Tsushima" at the end of the text message.

Gojo Gojo raised his chin and curled his lips.