Nana Ming is also under special attack today

Qihai and I accompanied Yukimura-kun's parents to finish chores, and escorted a group of children to eat and buy snacks before being pushed and rushed out of the hospital by them.

"After the minister wakes up, I'll send a message to Takishima-san,?" Chiya smiled uglier than crying, "One, it will be fine ha, ah ha ha."

Sanada-kun gave him a hard punch: "Don't be so sad,? You're so free,? Go and run ten laps around the hospital!!"

Chi Ye didn't complain, but faced the sunset with grief, looking like he was about to cry.

I grabbed him dumbfounded, and rubbed his hair: "Kun Yukimura will be fine, please don't make such an expression in front of uncles and aunts."

"Is it really going to be okay?" He looked at me pitifully.

I gave him a brainstorm: "It will be fine."

Chiya didn't listen to me, but looked at Nanami eagerly again.

"Although training in the hospital is strange,? But please feel at ease and run laps,? Akaya-kun."

Qihai's face was calm and unwavering, full of comfort and trust, unexpectedly, instead of seeking truth from facts as usual, she said: "Xingmura-kun will be fine."

Chi Ye didn't know what to mutter in his mouth,? He really showed a relieved expression.I flicked him again.

"Miss Takishima, what are you doing!"

"I've made so many desserts for you and you don't believe me,? Qihai quarreled with you just once." I pointed at him, "Although what Qihai said is right... But did you betray me too quickly? gone."

"...Miss Takishima,? Are you a kid who compares?" Akaya actually showed me a helpless expression, turned and ran away before I caught him,? "I'm going for a run!"

Is this kid getting bolder?

I hugged Qihai's arm and thought in vain. He rubbed my hair with a sigh, and then I cheered up, and winked at Liu Jun: "I will come to see Yukimura-kun again later."

He bowed slightly knowingly, "Please be careful on the way, both of you."

The address given by Mr. Ranpo was a sea cruise ship,? It was the first time for me to take such a high-end ship. While waiting for Mr. Ranpo, I took Qihai to the deck and watched the ship slowly set sail.

The sea breeze lifted my hair, and I was hugged by Qihai again. He hugged me from behind, blocking a lot of wind, and watched the sea quietly with me, until Mr. Ranpo's lively voice shouted loudly: "I found it!"

Mr. Ranpo in a suit held a hardcover book full of western classical binding style in his hand, and handed it to me: "I will leave the cute hat to you! Let's go, let's occupy the oven of DIY desserts!"

I caught the book in a hurry and quickly flipped through it from beginning to end: "Mr. Hat is Zhongye? Where is Zhongye...?"

"This is Mr. Po's ability. It can suck people into the reasoning book. I'm afraid that he will come out early and run away and demolish the cruise ship before he can return it to the port mafia, so please take care of him!"

"Eh?"

"No!" Mr. Ranpo ran two steps forward and waved his hands vigorously: "Hurry up—"

I have already heard Qihai talk about the confrontation between the armed detective agency and the port mafia, and I looked at him questioningly: "Do you want to go together?"

He squeezed my face: "You are obviously a pastry chef in Tokyo, but you have such a network of connections. Is there a blessing for a fool?"

"...don't scold me secretly!" I hugged the book tightly and slapped his hand away, "I put on light makeup, don't get it on you."

"Go with Mr. Edogawa," Nanami looked at Mr. Ranpo, and said reassuringly, "I'm going to find a colleague to hand over the work, and I'll go to you as soon as I'm done."

"Colleagues?" I set up a tent and looked around curiously, trying to find people wearing blindfolds or sunglasses, "Can I know Qihai's colleagues?"

"Ino is in other places. All in all, he is a normal person to get along with. If you want to see him, you can wait until you get off the ship."

"it is good--"

I lengthened my voice, put the book back into Mr. Ranpo's arms and signaled him to wait a moment, ran back and tiptoed to fasten Qihai's tie and shirt buttons, then pulled down the sides of the open suit, raised my head and showed a tiger-toothed smile : "Okay, you can work handsomely."

Qihai caressed the back of my hand and interlocked my ten fingers, rubbing the knuckles.He leaned slightly, went around his cheek and kissed my ear, and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving."

I rubbed my ears and shifted my eyes shyly: "Bon voyage."

Not far away, Mr. Luanbu took out a coarse-grain biscuit and took a bite. Wearing a hat, he looked like a hungry little brown bear: "Can we go?"

"Yes, yes!"

The book was stuffed back again: "You are holding the hat, and it affects me to eat biscuits."

"Don't use 'take' to describe Zhongye."

"Oh... By the way, I want to eat mousse cake."

"Mr. Ranpo, don't ignore my words."

"There's an oven over there, and I've specially prepared a variety of cream and biscuit ingredients for you! I'll leave it to you!"

"Okay, okay, I know, I will try my best."

……

It ended up being a scene where the members of the Armed Detective Agency gathered around me eating dessert, and it took me a long time to make enough dessert for everyone.

Unexpectedly, in the detective agency that can compete with the world's number one port mafia in Chuya's mouth, many members seem to be young, and the very serious president Mr. Fukuzawa took a sugar-reduced matcha Daifuku, nodded and left , looking very satisfied.

Mr. Ranpo opened his mouth slightly, grabbed my arm, and asked stubbornly after breaking Daifuku's skin several times: "How can I make Daifuku that the president likes!?"

...Is it actually a setting controlled by the president, Mr. Ranpo?

I was rescued by Ms. Xie Ye before I was fainted—I heard that she is a powerful doctor who can bring people back to life. I secretly thought, I don’t know if she will be able to chat with Ms. Nitrozi.

"Huh? A doctor who studies mysterious creatures?" After listening to my introduction, Ms. Xie Ye showed a black-spirited smile of interest, "It's also very interesting to meet."

For some reason, Mr. Tanizaki took two steps back, his sister stuck to his body, and when I observed them both curiously, I happened to see Miss Naomi start asking for a kiss.

Wait, ask for a kiss? !Aren't they brothers and sisters? !

I blushed and looked away.

"Miss Takishima, I'm sorry, the two of them are in a special situation." Mr. Nakajima leaned forward, his face flushed, "Both of you, you scared the guests."

"Eh?" Miss Naomi kissed Mr. Tanizaki's body loudly (it actually kissed her body!!!) several times, and looked over honestly, "Miss Yue hasn't kissed her boyfriend yet?"

I twisted my fingers and didn't know how to answer, and Miss Naomi approached me intimately: "Don't be shy, Miss Yue, a cute girl like you, as long as you take the initiative a little bit, your boyfriend will definitely dokidoki!"

"Go up and kiss him! Don't give him a chance to resist! It's like this~ Oh Ni-chan~" She showed it, showing it and forgetting that she was still teaching me, "My lord~ Do you like it?"

"I like it, Naomi just don't..."

"Miss Yue, look like this! This is what couples should do!" Miss Naomi boldly held down Mr. Tanizaki's hands and feet, and bent down like a tiger descending a mountain.

Is this what love couples look like? !Do I want to hold Nanami like this too? !

My face burned, I closed my eyes silently, shook my head to shake the strange association out of my head, moved a little closer to Mr. Curly who was quietly sitting beside the book, and breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Mr. Kunikida, who closed his eyes, threw the siblings away with astonishing force, while Mr. Nakajima, who was full of worries, and Mr. Miyazawa, who was cheering happily, chased them out to pick them up.

Mr. Kunikida's glasses reflected light: "I'm sorry."

"Kunikida, how can you deal with a beautiful lady with such simple words?"

Before I could thank you, Mr. Curly, who joined the dinner table late and had been quiet and melancholy, suddenly threw the book in his hand and made a speech that didn't fit his appearance.

Then, he turned 360° in an unbelievable posture until he knelt in front of me on one knee, held my hand, and said very fluently: "My dear lady, my name is Dazai Osamu, you want to go to Yokohama River with me to die!" Aww—”

Mr. Kunikida, who seemed very reliable, punched Mr. Dazai on the head, and he fell down on the spot, smoking, and said heavily: "I'm sorry."

Because of his angry tone, I forcibly held back the sentence "Will it be too hard?": "It's okay, it's okay."

Mr. Kunikida patted the ashes and moved to the other end to eat cakes. Mr. Ranpo passed Mr. Dazai and went to another place without paying attention. The very cute little sister Kyoka helped me with drinks, and even kicked him inadvertently when he left kick.

... I seem to have seen Mr. Wu in such a situation last time when the wall was overthrown by everyone.

I looked at the adult male lying in a pool under my feet, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

His voice was faint: "I don't want to die in the hands of a man."

"It's better not to die." I suggested.

Mr. Dazai looked straight over, raised one hand high, and pressed the other on his chest, as if he was giving a speech with passion: "Suicide is the ultimate aesthetic."

I accidentally laughed because of his funny posture, and quickly apologized: "I just think your actions are funny, and I don't agree with you."

"Is that the point?" His fingers waved wildly in the air.

"Aren't you here...? Sorry, I don't know much about suicide, so I can't comment too much."

"Pfft, who would be angry about this kind of thing." He burst out laughing, patting the ground as if hearing something very funny, "This is the first time I've heard someone say that they don't know much about suicide."

"Death is always bad, let alone you are a good person."

"Are you persuading me? Where did the good people come from?" He simply raised his legs on the ground.

"Good man... of course it's because you are a member of an organization that helps people like the Armed Detective Agency," I replied confidently, "and, generally speaking, I would want to persuade you when I hear such words."

"Even if you persuade me, it won't help~"

"I didn't want to change you," I scratched my hair, "I just thought 'it would be great if persuasion is useful'. If I had a chance to keep you but didn't say it, I would be very sorry."

In order to avoid letting the young man who is as ethereal as cotton candy continue to think about the topic of death, I randomly dragged an apple pie from not far away, and put it on the top with a smile to lure:

"So, anyway, how about getting up from the ground first? Although it's summer, it's better to be careful of catching cold. If you don't mind, I can also help you make some desserts, which are delicious."

"Your 'so' is completely illogical, Miss Yue."

Mr. Dazai has shaggy hair, like a big brown cat, sticking to the ground without hesitation, tilting his head to look at me, his dark eyes slightly raised, and finally reflected the roof lights, revealing a clear and gentle light.

"But today I'm in a good mood, hum~ okay~"

He stood up from the ground as flexibly as his lower back, sat on the chair next to me, propped his chin with his hands: "Speaking of which, are you an old acquaintance of Zhongye?"

I nodded.

"The owner of the dessert shop in Yokohama?" His voice was flat.

I asked in surprise, "How do you know that?"

"Slugs often go to your restaurant to eat, and I don't even know this, am I a fool?" The corners of his mouth curled up, his voice soft, "I thought it was just a guy like a sheep, but I didn't expect it to be interesting."

"Do you know sheep?" I asked suspiciously, "Are you a friend of Zhongye?"

"Hahahaha stop joking, I don't want to be friends with slimy slugs, they are sworn enemies."

"Slug is Chuya's nickname?"

It suddenly dawned on me, given that there are always incomprehensible friendships between men, especially when he used the very nickname of "mortal enemy", so I focused all my attention on the nickname that I dislike very much: "But in the middle Where is it sticky? Obviously he is very refreshing and cute, why don't you consider changing to a more handsome nickname?"

"Miss Yue, it's wrong to bring your own filter, do you want me to call him a cute slug? Yue."

"...It doesn't sound cute anymore." I sighed, and stopped talking about Zhongye's relationship, thoughtfully, "Acquaintances who are already close enough to call each other nicknames, if you know about it earlier, please let Zhongye I invite you to have dessert, too."

"Are you serious?" Mr. Dazai exaggerated and couldn't believe it. "We really have an endless relationship. Even if the battle ends, the essence is just an organization that kills each other."

"Is it so serious?" I hesitated and asked, "Then who is better, you or Chuya?"

Mr. Dazai hung his eyes, reluctantly: "Chu is also a beast."

"He's a human... so Zhong is stronger?"

"I can eliminate Chuya's ability." Mr. Dazai said unconvinced.

I applauded in amazement, and asked again: "So Zhong is also stronger?"

Mr. Dazai's smug expression was stuck on his face, and his face was puffy: "It's too much for you to show this expression of 'then I'm relieved', Miss Yue."

I patted him on the shoulder: "I can't help it. After all, I have a good relationship with Zhongye, but don't worry, Zhongye is a very nice person. As long as you don't step on his bottom line, he won't intentionally bully you."

"Bottom line?" Mr. Dazai skipped a moment, "Does dying for love count? Speaking of which, Chuya also promised me to send me a beauty to die for love..."

His eyes swept over, and he opened his arms, like a Q-version character with a pink flower background, with cute stars shining in his eyes: "Why don't we die together?"

His words were interrupted again by a burst of white light from the book.

Zhongya, who was stepping on the light, stepped on the table with one foot, flattened Mr. Dazai's face with one hand, and the veins on his forehead twitched violently: "Tai, Zai, Zhi, you, are, doing, what?"

The author has something to say: Dream time.

I don't know if Zai would like it, "You are a member of the Butei who saved people", such a compliment.I hope he likes it, and there is no way if he doesn't like it. We can only assume that he will like Ah Yue Dessert Shop.

In fact, if Ah Yue knew about Hei Jae's deeds, she wouldn't call you a good person.But since you don't know, just be gentle with him.

Death is always bad.

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Zai: Bottom line jumping Didi Daren

Zai's last expression refers to the interrogation room and also introduces the star eyes of the beauty who died in love. I think it is super cute!