Illness Men's Manual

Zhong Yuanzhong also forgot how he came back, and also forgot how the destructive force that was close to a natural disaster last night was formed.

He only remembered being hugged by the other party at that time, and it seemed that he had been lying there for a long time.

So far, Zhongyuan Zhong also thinks about it and his mood is still very... delicate.

"Mr. Zhongye, Mr. Zhongye?"

Hearing his name, Nakahara Nakata looked up subconsciously, and saw Chief Mori's faintly dark smiling face under the dim light, there seemed to be no words to describe it except creepy.

"Hug, sorry!"

It was only then that Nakahara Chuya realized that he was in a meeting, and quickly stood up to apologize, but was ridiculed by the black-haired and black-eyed boy opposite: "I didn't expect that even Zhongya would be distracted at Mr. Mori's meeting. It is because of his age. Are you bored even talking?"

Mori Ogai smiled slightly, and responded to him slowly, neither in a hurry nor in annoyance: "Dazai-kun can understand that this is the way a mature adult should talk."

Osamu Dazai leaned on the back of the chair, deliberately elongated his tone: "Oh..."

"Speaking of which, is Zhongye-kun still troubled by the previous incident?" Mori Ogai's tone was still gentle, and there was no sign of happiness or anger on the surface, which made Zhongyuan Zhong also a little uneasy.

"Report to the leader, that matter has been..."

It was rare for Zhongyuan Zhong to choke up, how should this kind of thing be reported! ?

"Hey, what's the matter? Are you referring to the haunting of Nakaya's house?" Osamu Dazai seemed very interested in this topic, and he propped his chin: "Sure enough, it hasn't been resolved yet?"

"Ah no, it's resolved."

Zhong Yuanzhong also choked for a while, and decided to skip this topic, "Speaking of which, the special operations team seems to be doing well recently, and the things explained last time were completed very quickly."

"Oh, that thing."

Mori Ogai suddenly realized, curled his fingers slightly and tapped on the table with great interest, "I didn't expect Chuya-kun to send them there, but they did a good job. It can be said that they achieved the goal of maximizing benefits silently."

"The conjurers?"

Ozaki Koyo raised the tails of his eyes, of course he had heard about the conjurer.

"Isn't it better to be called a curse master?" Osamu Dazai lazily said, his chin resting on the table, his eyes were dull, and he had no image of a cadre at all.

"It doesn't matter what it is, as long as you have the ability to work for the organization, you can try to recruit them." Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows. What he valued was ability, not status.

"So the leader has the idea of ​​throwing branches at the magic world?" Koye Ozaki was a little surprised, she didn't have a good impression of those guys from the special operations team.

I heard that Tokyo and Kyoto are the territory of the magic world, and many traditional magician families are there, so they should be quite self-confident.

"Well……"

Mori Ogai pondered for a moment, but finally shook his head and rejected it.

"The most important thing for us now is to strengthen the development of Yokohama. As for the development of other things, I believe there will be better opportunities."

Nakahara Chuya also nodded in agreement. Yokohama has a vast territory and there are many groups of supernatural beings, and it takes stronger strength to swallow them all at once.

"It's really Mr. Mori's idea..."

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, tilted his head so that his slightly curly hair was close to his cheeks, and his handsome and clear features were set off by the dim light, making him look a bit hazy and lazy.

"Does Dazai-kun have any better ideas?" Mori Ogai looked at him, in a way he was more willing to listen to Dazai Osamu's thoughts.

"..."

Osamu Dazai paused and turned his head to the side.

"No."

After the meeting, Nakahara Zhong also returned to his office. Naturally, an uninvited guy followed him, swaggeringly sat on his reception sofa, crossing his legs and looking like he was doing nothing.

"I'll count to three and if you don't get out, just wait for me to throw you out of the window."

Nakahara Chuya's voice was unusually calm. With the height of the floor here, even if he survived a catastrophe, he would be paralyzed, but Osamu Dazai was not intimidated at all.

"Eh--"

Osamu Dazai raised his hands above his head, and then rested his head on his head leisurely, showing a lazy and curious expression like a cat: "Chuya feels different recently."

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, "What?"

"You won't be possessed by a ghost!?"

Osamu Dazai took the opportunity to get close to Nakahara and showed a horrified look in his eyes. Coupled with his bandages all over his body and gloomy breath, Nakahara Nakaya staggered two steps in fright.

"What the hell are you talking about, bastard!?"

Nakahara Nakaya pushed Dazai away and shouted at him angrily: "You are the one who looks like you are hanging yourself every day. If you want to see a ghost, you must see the ghost first!?"

On the contrary, Dazai Osamu thought seriously: "If it was me, if the other party was that kind of cute ghost lady, maybe I would have the same expression as Chuya?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also stuttered: "What, what expression?"

Ok?

Osamu Dazai's narrow eyes swept over him, his lips curled up quietly, and he groaned for a long time pretending to be meaningful.

"...disgusting expression."

"???"

Zhongyuan Zhong also clenched his fists unbearably, he wanted to listen to this guy only because his head was cramped!

"Although there are no difficult incidents recently, it's good not to need to partner with you, but it's really not the same as before. The task efficiency has become extremely high, and even the overtime hours have been reduced." Dazai analyzed clearly, "Besides I didn't participate in other night activities, and I often lost my mind..."

Zhong Yuanzhong folded his arms impatiently.

Osamu Dazai, who was slowly analyzing the results, suddenly widened his eyes, covered his face with his hands and shouted exaggeratedly: "Chuya!!! You can't be...in love?!!!"

! ! ? ? ?

The door of the office shook a few times like an earthquake, and a roar resounded through the entire building from inside:

"Get out!!"

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"I am back."

The door closed with a click, and Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head tiredly to change his shoes, thinking why he had to say it when he returned home.

In short, I feel very wrong.

He turned on the switch on the wall, and the dark room instantly brightened up. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the cartoon ruler by the door and froze.

what is this?

Wouldn't it be a sticky ruler for measuring height in an amusement park? ?

He widened his eyes, put away his shoes and immediately turned around and stared at the cartoon ruler for a few seconds. Although his eyes were full of disbelief, but...

Nakahara Nakaya looked left and right, but he didn't find any trace of Kiriori, and he didn't seem to be at home.

After making mental preparations for a long time, the orange-haired boy carefully stood next to the long ruler for comparison, skillfully gestured his own height, and then turned his head to look.

"..."

Time seemed to stand still.

1.6 meters, no more, no less.

Not long after, a long sigh came from the room, and Nakahara, who was used to it, also collapsed on the sofa to let go. It's only been a while, and it's impossible for any changes to happen immediately...

Zhong Yuanzhong also tried to comfort himself.

Not long after, he felt a sense of hunger. He looked down at his watch. It was almost time to come...

Sure enough, there was a gust of evening wind blowing from the terrace, accompanied by a little refreshing fragrance, and the refreshing coolness from the mountain stream.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was still thinking about something just now, immediately leaned back on the sofa, pretending to be calm, raised his eyes, propped his jaw and said, "Aren't you tired like this every day?"

Yuri, who was carrying the food box, blinked and put the things on the dining table, "This kind of thing is nothing to us."

It's just a few round trips between Yokohama and Tokyo, and she doesn't need to take those transportations, she can get there quickly by flying.

"Actually, there's no need to be so troublesome. I can also order takeaway." Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed. He said this kind of thing almost every day, but it was obviously useless.

"This is what I should do, and didn't you praise Limei's food last time?" Yuwuzhi also gave the same answer.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a second, although it was true.

but……

There is nothing wrong with it, maybe he is still being regarded as the God of Rage in her mouth.

"Then what about you?" Zhong Yuanzhong didn't bother at all, and opened the refrigerator as he spoke, and stopped for a second when he saw the milk in it.

"what?"

Yuwuori tilted his head, but didn't react.

"It's what I said before, try to live as a human being." Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he was running out of words, so he could only take out a carton of milk and open it as if nothing had happened.

He lowered his eyes and poured the milk into the cup bit by bit, silently and eagerly looking forward to something, if Yuri was a human being...

If it's like him...

"..."

There was silence with Kiriori.

Such a choice she had never considered.

Yuwuori took a look at Nakahara Chuya, maybe it was his unintentional words, so that the words that flowed out of his mouth became extremely natural.

However, she is a god.

Stronger than human beings and able to live longer, it is clearly an existence that should have surpassed human beings long ago.

"Human beings... are nothing worth being." Yuwuzhi clenched his fingertips subconsciously, and his tone gradually resembled the dew dripping on the window sill at night, cold and cheerless.

"what?"

Zhong Yuan gave a hand, and looked up at her.

He frowned and closed the door of the refrigerator, took a sip before slowly saying: "No, how do you know if you don't try it."

"Maybe I will learn a lot from humans."

Closing his eyes with Wuzhi, he stared at the carrier of Lord Rageshin in front of him, and asked, "Then what have you learned?"

"me……"

After finishing speaking, Nakahara Zhongya shook his head slightly, his orange hair scattered on his cheeks, his voice swallowed by the warm milk carried a little low-mellow magnetic resonance.

"I probably only learned two things now, forgiveness and letting go."

Yuriri couldn't help but wanted to refute him, but didn't want to appear too deliberate.

"Isn't that another word for being helpless as an ordinary human being?"

"Human beings are fragile and small."

"Forgive because there is no way, let go because there is no better solution, and choose this way to compromise because you cannot make up for the damage and loss that has been caused."

"……what."

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to laugh angrily, he put down the cup in his hand, and answered her seriously: "No, maybe we have reasons for being helpless, but we have the right to be angry forever."

"..." and Wuzhi were silent.

"I have executed many traitors with my own hands, but none of them was filled with anger and hatred." Zhong Yuan's voice became cold as he rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips.

"Even if I was stabbed by a companion who was with me day and night at that time, it was the same." He narrowed his cobalt blue eyes, recalling the past, he has been able to face these things calmly.

"……why?"

I'm a little confused with Kiriori, even though Zhong Yuanzhong doesn't look like a person in deep darkness at all, but more like a sunflower standing in the sun, shining brightly.

But he is definitely not a perfect person.

He took a sip of milk, "Maybe it's because of the fragility and insignificance of human beings, so we should cherish every single thing in life, and it is precisely because of those that we can gather together into what we are now."

"Maybe I'm still exploring, and I haven't learned much... If you want..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also put down his water glass, and his voice seemed to have been polished countless times before he finally cast his flickering eyes on the girl in front of him.

He took off his black gloves, and stretched out his right hand towards Yuri, his deep blue pupils seemed to be instantly covered by sea water, washing the air between them.

With the breath of the sea breeze, he gently raised a smile on his lips.

"Would you like to try to continue exploring with me?"