I'm with the white moonlight of the mackerel

However, mastering the opening and closing of the door does not require Dazai to control the pollution himself.

This is easy to say, but very painful to do.

Fortunately, Verlaine is a reliable target. With his help, I only practiced for an hour, and I felt that my ability control had improved a lot.

However, the pain was really painful. When Verlaine let go of me, I was already sweating profusely and could only lie on the floor panting.

He raised his weak hand and glanced at the time, only one hour had passed since we started training.

For an hour, if it is physical training, it is just a warm-up, but at this moment my clothes are already soaked in sweat.

The gravitational field confrontation is very painful, not to mention that the place where the cart is pulled is still in my body.

Even though Verlaine has let go of me, I still feel like every part of my body is about to be crushed and broken by gravity.

This step is necessary. Only in this way can my body's threshold for pain be raised, allowing me to maintain that sliver of control even in the filth.

But right now, I'm still far from that goal.

Breathing heavily, I climbed up from the floor and walked to Verlaine's side with a little unsteadiness, "Continue?"

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped off the cold sweat on my forehead and checked my physical condition, Verlaine shook his head: "That's all for today's training."

I looked at Verlaine and asked: "Go on, I can still persist."

Verlaine, who wiped my sweat for me, said helplessly: "Zhongye has already done a good job. When I was your age, I lasted less than half of your time."

I think this is his white lie, but I still don't believe it.

Probably because of the unbelief in my eyes, Verlaine reached out and tapped on my forehead: "This will still cause some harm to the body, and my brother is sure that it has reached its limit now."

Just being tapped lightly, I staggered and almost fell again. This reality made me have to admit that he was right. My body has indeed reached a limit, and it is even difficult to walk.

Verlaine simply carried me out of the training room and put me on the rearranged recliner.

The recliner was a bit comfortable when it was shaken, and I was really tired after training. I was about to fall asleep after a while, but I was awakened by the warm touch.

Verlaine's voice came over: "If Zhong Ye is sleepy, drink this first and then take a bath before you can sleep."

In the mist, I opened my eyes and saw a glass of milk in front of me.

Verlaine took the milk out of the refrigerator and heated it, then put it in a glass cup and handed it to me. The temperature is just right for me to drink it in one go.

I frowned when I saw it: "I want to drink ice."

Verlaine flatly refused: "You can't drink iced milk after strenuous exercise."

Immediately, Verlaine actually talked to me about keeping in good health.I'm having a bit of a headache.

After drinking all the milk in one gulp, I stood up after recovering some strength: "I still have to go beforehand."

Verlaine sighed regretfully: "Actually, Zhong can completely rest at my brother's place. When you go to take a bath, I'll go upstairs to help you get your clothes."

"No need." I quickly shook my head and refused: "I feel much better now."

Just kidding, there is nothing I can do when I am missing and in a coma. If Verlaine is asked to leave the ground for such a trivial matter, Mr. Sen will definitely be angry.

Seemingly seeing my persistence, Verlaine no longer persisted but just nodded: "Then I'll wait here and come over tomorrow."

I can see the hope in his eyes, maybe Verlaine chose to teach his subordinates because he was too lonely.

After staring at him for a while, I finally nodded and said with a twist: "Then... Brother, see you tomorrow."

Hearing my address, Verlaine froze for a moment, then smiled more gently, "Chuya can do whatever he wants, as long as you are happy."

"Thank you." Thank you for saving me even if you broke with Rimbaud, and thank you for training me.

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My fairly good mood lasted until I returned to the floor where the room was, and saw Dazai at the door of the bedroom.

Maybe, I should agree with Verlaine to come up and help me get my clothes, and beat this guy up for me by the way.

After all, there is no more annoying existence in the world than Dazai.

It's one thing for me to want to be relieved of Dazai's existence, but it's another thing to see the object of my relief at the door of the room.

In short, I wanted to hit someone with hard fists. This idea was so intense that it even affected my body.

When Osamu Dazai walked towards me, most of the pain from the training on my body disappeared, and I could completely rub Dazai on the ground.

Quietly clenching my fists, I considered whether to beat Dazai before he started messing around.

Anyway, every routine before he became the leader was him provoking me, and my punishment of him ended in the end.

It just so happens that I am quite tired today, and I think we can completely get rid of the process and go straight to the topic.

Just when I was thinking this way, Osamu Dazai reached out and handed over a wallet: "Chuya, you dropped your wallet on the car, I saw it and brought it back for you."

Obviously this guy stole it, but I still have to give him a little face, I took the wallet and opened it, and there was not a single card missing.

I took out my phone and looked again, there was indeed no purchase record, this time Dazai did not swipe my card to buy things everywhere.

Tsk, I can't hit him without an excuse, I thought regretfully.

Osamu Dazai moved closer, looked at me and asked in a low voice, "You won't really work with Oda..."

"Don't you already know?" It seemed that this was really hard for him to accept, so I solemnly announced to him: "Now Mr. Oda and I are lovers."

Speaking of which, I looked at my wallet again. I was with Oda-san, but there was still a photo of me and Dazai in the wallet.I reached out and took out the only photo of me and Dazai together.

"Chuya?" The smile on Dazai Osamu's face disappeared when I took out the photo of us together from my wallet.

There was some hoarseness in his voice, "Do you really want to do this?"

"After all, I already have a new boyfriend, so naturally I can't keep photos of my ex in my wallet."

"This is too rude to Mr. Oda. If he sees it, he will be sad."

"Chuya!" Hearing what I said, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes and looked at me with some grievances, as if I had done something heinous.

His appearance is really...cute, in the seven years I've known him, I've never seen such an expression on his face, and I couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

"What about me?" Osamu Dazai asked, looking at me.

"You can do whatever you want, I can't control it."

Looking at the photo for the last time, I broke it into two with a slight force, and I gave Dazai half of it to him, leaving only the half that recorded the photo of me when I was 15 years old.

After I did this, Dazai was even more unsteady than me who was trained, and he just looked at me precariously.

For the first time, I won a big fight with Dazai.

Originally, I thought there would be a period of verbal confrontation between us, until it developed into me beating him up, but I didn't expect that Dazai guy didn't say anything, got half of the photos, turned around and left in despair.

He was once my leader, the object of my allegiance, and now he fled before me.

Can Dazai feel pain by doing this? This discovery made the corners of my mouth twitch.

No amount of shock could compare to the heartache I felt when I presided over his funeral at the moment when I saw his dead body.

Therefore, I will not sympathize with him. Seeing him like this, I can only feel a surge of pleasure from the bottom of my heart.

Subconsciously, I wanted to chase after him.

But Dazai fled too fast, he quickly ran into the secret escape path, and I, who was able to fly with gravity, did not catch up with his footsteps.

However, with his fleeing appearance, it seems that he dare not appear in front of me for a period of time.

Standing alone in the empty corridor, I covered my mouth with my hand and laughed awkwardly.

I really didn't expect that being with Mr. Oda would have such benefits.

I walked back to the room almost leaning on the wall. In order to prevent Osamu Dazai from killing me, I also made some arrangements in the room.

Although the door lock didn't work on Dazai, after I moved a few cabinets to block the door, I was sure that Dazai couldn't get in.

At this time, I lay down in the bathtub in my room and soaked in it. I also opened a bottle of red wine specially celebrated for today's success and drank a few sips.

Just as I was leaning back in the bathtub, falling asleep and nearly drowning, my personal cell phone rang.

Thinking it was Mr. Mori's order, I opened my eyes and clicked on the message.

My new boyfriend, Mr. Oda, sent me a message: [What are you doing now, what did you have for dinner?I ate tonight【Picture】【Picture】

Mr. Oda sent me photos of himself and his adopted child like an ordinary young couple in love.

After drinking some red wine, I replied: [The food looks delicious, and the children are also very cute. 】

Mr. Oda's message was sent immediately: 【Then Zhong also wants to be a guest?I can introduce you to children. 】

I can feel that Mr. Oda is very similar to me emotionally, and they both aim to get married and communicate with each other.

It is precisely because of this that Mr. Oda repeatedly invited me to his home to share his life with me.

Dazai changed me. I always thought that if I want to date others, I will spend my whole life, but I also changed my decision after I came back.

Although it is an act of anger to agree to be with Oda-san, but since I have already agreed, I will deal with our relationship seriously.

I didn't want to reject him again and again, so after hesitating for a while, I suggested: 【Why don't we go have a drink together. 】

Mr. Oda: [Of course, are you busy now? 】

【picture. ] Seeing his question, probably because of alcohol, I took a photo and sent it.

Wait until Mr. Oda replied with a full stop.

Realizing what stupid thing I did, I quickly withdrew it.

Although there is foam in the water, it is obvious that this kind of picture in the bathtub should not be sent to Mr. Oda.

After I withdrew the message, Mr. Oda called directly.

I wanted to refuse to hang up, but after hesitating, I clicked to answer.

Mr. Oda's voice came from the stereo: "So Chuya is free tonight."

I coughed, and said a little embarrassedly: "I still have something to do later, forget it, let's make an appointment next time."

Hearing what I said, Oda Sakunosuke smiled softly: "But I really want to see Chuya, I can wait for you anytime late."

He lowered his voice a little and said hoarsely: "If you happen to be drinking, it will be a little later. After all, I can't go out until the children are asleep."

Thinking of the kiss that made my legs weak, I snorted a little embarrassedly and hung up the phone.

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感谢在2021-09-0518:53:12~2021-09-0620:15:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!