Dazai said he wanted to marry me after amnesia

Yan Yongqinzi's brain was running fast.

Didn't she let the floating spirit watch out? !

The floating spirit floated in from the window belatedly: "I'm sorry, my lord princess, he is too strong, we can't control his movement at all..."

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru rushed towards her——

The system sounded a piercing alarm.

[It is detected that the target of the mission is full of killing intent.For the safety of the player, force quit the game. 】

【mission failed. 】

Ahhh.

In the singularity space, Kotoko Iwanaga hugged her head, her face full of pain.

It won't work to find me directly, and if I go to the Fuhei sister and brother's house, I will bump into the deity, and then there is only... She looked at the third option.

Is it a high school in conjuration?

"Go to Gojo Satoru himself."

Her choice was unexpected.

The system expressed confusion: [You have tried this scene many times, so it is not suitable to go again.It is recommended to switch scenes. 】

"No, I'll try again."

Yan Yong Qinzi had an idea in his heart.She has seen Tsumiji, so she just pretended to be Tsumiji and went to get it. She would never refuse her adoptive daughter's request.

Unknowingly, a strange fighting spirit ignited in Yan Yong Qinzi's heart.

She won't quit until she gets Gojo Satoru's lipstick!

[It is recommended that players make good use of the archive function. 】

It seems that there is this function... It's just that she doesn't play games very much, so she automatically ignores it.

Yan Yong Qinzi nodded, "I see."

Street at dusk.

"Mr. Gojo—"

Kotoko Iwanaga, wearing Tsumiki's shell, ran towards the young man.

"Tsu Miki?" Gojo Satoru asked, "Why are you here?"

"I came here to shop with my classmates, and I just saw you. Is Mr. Wujo coming to our house?"

"Yes," Gojo Satoru excitedly raised the paper bag in his hand, "Look, I bought the latest edamame cream flavored Kikufu, and it's still a limited edition! This time I'm going to eat them all in front of Xiaohui!"

???

Is it not given to the children?

"I've been away on business for so long, I don't know if little brother Fu Heihui misses me~"

"Mr. Gojo, don't use this address to tease him, it will make Kei anxious when the time comes?"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

At present, it seems that she imitated Fukurotsu Miki's tone and demeanor without any omissions.But what follows is the key.

Thinking of the system prompt, Yan Yong Qinzi safely saved a file here.

"Mr. Gojo—"

She looked ahead and said as naturally as possible: "Can I have one of your lipsticks?"

"Um……?"

The silver-haired youth dragged his tone while touching his chin.

"Yes, yes. But didn't I give it to you?"

ah?And this?

"I accidentally lost it." Yan Yong Qinzi replied.

Gojo Satoru's face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes.

The sunglasses were lowered, and those sky-like eyes stared at her.The strongest coercion was released, and even the air trembled for a moment.

"lie."

Gojo Satoru's gaze was compelling: "I never gave Tsumiki lipstick. Who are you?"

"...?!"

Oops.

Although this Wujo Satoru is cynical, sometimes his intuition is extremely terrifying!

After resting in the singularity space, Iwanaga Kotoko chose to read the file.

"Mr. Gojo, can I have a piece of your lipstick?"

"It's fine, but didn't I give it to you?"

coming.

"Stop joking," Yan Yongqinzi said with ease, "When did you give me lipstick?"

"Didn't you get away with it, ahahaha——"

"Didn't I transfer living expenses to you on a regular basis? It's fine if you can't buy it yourself," Wujo Wujo asked with a smile, "Does Tsumiki know the brand of lipstick I use?"

Although it seemed to be a casual statement, Iwanaga Kotoko had a feeling that this question was testing her just like before.

Fortunately, during the gap between the singularity space, she made up her homework——

The siblings are a reorganized family.Fu Heihui's father is dead, and Tsumiji's mother is also missing.The two children who are only in elementary school depend on each other for life, and when the savings are running out, Gojo Satoru finds them.

He paid off the debts for the siblings and gave them living expenses.

But except for the basic expenses, Tsumiji kept most of them and dared not use them.

"Mr. Wujo is very grateful for helping us pay off our debts," Yan Yongqinko lowered his head and pinched the corner of his skirt, "The other things are really..."

"what--"

Gojo Satoru covered his face with his hands, and interrupted her dissatisfiedly, "How many times have I said it, just use it! Your brother will also become a conjurer in the future, this is a deal."

Yan Yong Qinzi nodded obediently.

She could see that the words "deal" were just to make the siblings feel better.

With her attitude like this, Gojo Satoru had nothing to say, so he began to rummage around.

"Really... In the eyes of Tsumiji, am I the kind of flirtatious guy who always carries lipstick with him? It's so sad."

This is not true, it's just that the system said it to you.It's okay for a boy to carry lipstick with him, to apply something when he's dry and cracked in winter... But she still hopes that Mr. Dazai can taste his own lipstick.

"Hey!"

Gojo Satoru suddenly spread his palms and smiled cutely: "It really is!"

Yan Yong Qinzi: "..."

Forget it, as long as you get it, the task will be completed.

Gojo Satoru threw the lipstick in the air, and then caught it again.

"but--"

"Why do you ask me for lipstick over and over again, Tsumiki?"

"?!"

Before Yan Yong Qinzi had time to respond, the man murmured, seeming more confused than her.

"Strange, why would I say such a thing..."

While Kotoko Iwanaga was addicted to the game, the real world, Yokohama.

In the dark and elegant room, the leader of the port black/hand/party sat behind the table. His high collar and white gloves made him look like a medieval vampire.

He held the corner of the phone on the table with his fingertips and turned it on the table, bored and said: "It's almost the appointed time, but there has been no news from Ms. Yanyong..."

He looked at the boy standing in the room: "What do you think is going on, Dazai-kun?"

The teenager is indifferent.

"I don't know, Mr. Mori."

"It seems that the lady doesn't really care about you that much," Mori Ogai said in a caring elder tone, "I still hope to find a good home for Dazai-kun, Cannian."

He secretly looked at Osamu Dazai with his eyes.

It's a pity, at present, he can't see Dazai-kun's attitude.

"Please don't speak in that tone, Mr. Mori."

Osamu Dazai showed disgust.

Pretending to be a guardian.

"It hurts, Dazai-kun."

"I'll go first if there's nothing to do."

"and many more."

Mori Ogai called Dazai Osamu to stop, and changed into a serious tone.There is a business trip, and he is going to send Dazai there.

"It's okay to refuse, it's the special treatment this time," Mori Ogai continued to probe, "If you stay in Yokohama, if Ms. Iwanaga comes over, you can still meet."

Osamu Dazai ignored him, took the task, turned and left.

Mori Ogai leaned his cheeks, his dark red pupils stared at the boy's back as he walked out of the room, for a long time, the corners of his lips loosened.

"...It's really indifferent."

This kid he raised.