Bungo Play Guide

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After school, Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu went back to the dormitory of the college together. On the way, Xia Youjie asked Wujo Wu in a strange way: "Wu, don't you like Mr. Dazai?"

"Some of his behaviors are a bit strange, but generally speaking, he is still qualified." Xia Youjie recalled that Dazai Osamu's behavior during this day, although some things were a little out of the ordinary, but overall it was good. A very knowledgeable teacher.

Moreover, he was also recommended by Noctua Moth, and he was also their senior. He was not a bad person after all, and his explanation of spells was full of wit and simplicity, at least Xia Youjie listened with gusto.

Wutiao Wu heard the words and stopped, he frowned: "Jie, don't you think his smile is fake?"

Xia Youjie didn't think much about it: "The world of adults is very complicated, I can feel that Mr. Dazai has always been very sincere towards us."

Gojo Satoru scratched his head irritably: "I didn't mean that. Of course I know that he really wants to teach us real skills. If not, I would have slammed the door and left."

Although he didn't like this new teacher very much, his attitude towards teaching things was worthy of recognition.

Xia Youjie became even more curious: "Then why do you hate him?"

This is not Xia Youjie's aimless aim. In all Dazai's classes on today's schedule, Gojo Satoru is as far away from Dazai as he can.

Gojo Satoru had to give an accurate answer to this question, but he couldn't say it for a while. He thought for a moment, adjusted his wording, and wanted to describe the feeling accurately: "It's the first time I saw him, and I felt like I was there." I can feel the super disagreement in the aura, a feeling that cannot be described in words."

Enlightenment nodded: "That's right, that's the feeling, it makes me very uncomfortable, as soon as I get close to him, I feel like my whole body is about to crack!"

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Comprehension of this description made Xia Youjie crack first.

"It's very abstract." Xia Youjie had no choice but to reply him like this.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips: "Anyway, I just don't like it!"

"That person exudes the aura of 'I'm not a good person' all over his body. That suffocating feeling is more disgusting than a curse spirit, and it is very dangerous." Gojo Satoru hated Osamu Dazai from the bottom of his heart.

"Jie, don't get too close to him." Wujo Wu turned his head and looked at Xia Youjie seriously, "My intuition tells me that Osamu Dazai is not a good person, and his and your philosophy of 'protecting the weak' must be the same. Running in the opposite direction."

Xia Youjie pushed away this inexplicably fried chicken and cat, and agreed helplessly: "Okay, okay, I promise, except for study time, I will never get too close to Mr. Dazai."

Gojo Wu didn't care if Xia Youjie was perfunctory or not, after hearing his promise, he leaned over and put his arms around his best friend's neck: "That's right, I won't hurt you, continue playing games tonight!"

"It's been all night again. I can't get up tomorrow morning and be late, but I will be reprimanded by Teacher Noctua again." Xia Youjie didn't push Wujou away this time.

"Noctua is currently running around for the handover of the principal, how can we have that spare time to take care of us." Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "Come or not!"

"Come."

Under the setting sun, two like-minded teenagers laughing happily, this is the beauty of youth.

Over there, the two teenagers who finished the day's class threw themselves into the arms of the game.

Here, Muli, who has just finished his social animal day, also returned to his home. He also has a teacher’s dormitory in the college, but the house he rented in Tokyo has not yet been returned, and the monthly rent is also very expensive. What a waste! .

Muli made some calculations, if he couldn't get the refund, he planned to rent out the house again, with a lower fee, and earn some rent for the second-hand house.

Although he is not short of money now, who would dislike having a lot of money.

【Osamu Dazai】Of course he is not a budget-conscious person, and he even said that he spends money lavishly, but Muli is not. When he does not use human settings to save energy, he himself wants to live a comfortable life.

As soon as he arrived at the door of his rented house, Osamu Dazai keenly noticed that there were people in this house.

As if he didn't notice, he calmly took out the key, opened the door, and went into the entrance to change his slippers.

"Yo! You're back." A muscular black-haired man sat on his sofa, saw Osamu Dazai coming back, he greeted him very naturally, and then smacked his face again.

Osamu Dazai's mood did not fluctuate, he had already guessed who was inside.

After all, there are very few people who can evade the surveillance bugs he planted and sneak in.

Not only that, but because of this situation, this is the fourth time this month has happened.

"Shi Er-kun, are you free?" Osamu Dazai asked sincerely.

If you are not very free, why run to him every three days.

That's right, the person who eats noodles at someone else's house, who is similar to my own, is none other than the most famous heaven and tyrant in the magic world, the magician killer-Fu Heisher.

Even someone like Osamu Dazai felt a bit of a headache at this moment, he rubbed his forehead: "I remember that I have already sent you the reward."

They are also just the relationship between the employer and the employee. After the end of the previous transaction, there should not be any contact.

So hurry up and go wow!

Kiri under Osamu Dazai's shell collapsed a bit.

Originally, at this time, he should lie on the sofa with peace of mind, turn on the TV, open a pack of snacks, and lie down leisurely.

Instead of entering the working state, face Fuheshier with the character set of [Dazai Osamu].

"It's a little free." Fu Heisher put down the takeaway, "Just now I went to bet on the horses and lost all the rewards you gave me."

Osamu Dazai nodded with a smile: "So?"

"More." Fu Heisher stretched out his hand, like a child begging for candies.

"Hehe." Osamu Dazai turned around and opened the entrance door, "Go slowly, don't see you off."

Fu Heisher's eyes gradually moved from Dazai's feet to his face, and then he and Dazai stared at each other for a moment, then stepped back, occupied Dazai's sofa, and did not move.

"I want to live here." Fu Heisher smiled proudly at Osamu Dazai.

I have to say that the face of Tian and Tyrant is really good. It has a completely different temperament from a handsome man like Osamu Dazai. He has strong muscles and is full of wildness. The scar on the corner of his mouth adds an unruly charm to him.

Osamu Dazai ignored him, he walked to the coffee table by himself, poured himself a glass of water, and then sat on the other side of the sofa, closing his eyes and meditating.

He can laugh and play with the students, and be an incomprehensible people's teacher, but when facing a dangerous person like Fuhesher, Osamu Dazai will only use the coldest side to deal with him.

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Since Fu Heisher wants to live here, let him live here, Osamu Dazai wants to see what kind of medicine is sold in this person's gourd.

Fu Heisher looked at Osamu Dazai who closed his eyes and ignored him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and felt more interesting in his heart.

He got up from the sofa, approached Dazai Osamu, and then reached out to touch him.

Osamu Dazai was not usually alert to his surroundings, and any disturbance could not escape his perception, but Fuheshier's movements were not something ordinary people could avoid.

Osamu Dazai had no delusion to avoid the surprise attack of the magician killer. The moment Fu Heisher grabbed his arm, Osamu Dazai drew out the pistol from behind, and at the same time pressed it against his chin from bottom to top.

Fu Heisher pressed on Dazai Osamu, with one hand clamping Dazai Osamu's arm.

"What do you want to do." Osamu Dazai raised his head and looked at Fuheshier, his cold gaze shot straight into Fuheshier's eyes.

Fuhesher raised the corners of his mouth excitedly, his adrenal hormones soared in such a close confrontation, he licked the dry corners of his lips: "I didn't expect Dazai-kun to carry a pistol with him."

Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's just for self-defense."

"Hehe..." Fu Heisher didn't let go of Dazai, but bent down instead. This sense of oppression from top to bottom made Dazai frowned unaccustomed.

"So proficient, he must have killed quite a few people." Fu Heisher became even more excited, "Sure enough, I'm not mistaken."

Osamu Dazai refused to answer his words: "What do you want to say?"

"Let's cooperate." Fu Heisher suddenly said this sentence, "I know you have always hated the high-level people in the magic world, they are indeed disgusting, like dark bugs, don't you want to kill them all? "

"Mr. Dazai, I know your past." Fu Heisher stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the gun that Dazai held against him.

"If you want to kill them, I can be your most convenient knife." Fuhesher's words are very attractive, "Your brain plus my strength, we will definitely be able to talk about this magic world. Turned upside down."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and didn't speak, as if he was thinking about Fu Heisher's words.

"They killed your most trusted friend, don't you want revenge?" Fu Heisher continued to persuade.

"Hahahaha——" Osamu Dazai smiled lowly, and as time went by, his laughter became louder.

This is different from what Fu Heisher imagined, he frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

"Fuhei-kun, did you make a mistake?" Dazai Osamu pushed away Fuheisher who was pressing on him, and adjusted the messy coat.

"First, that slug is not my best friend. His death can only be attributed to him being stupid." Osamu Dazai was neither sad nor happy, making Fu Heisher unable to figure out his true emotions.

"Secondly, I'm currently the head teacher of the second grade of the Tokyo Magic College." He patted the dust off his body, "I don't want to lose this job."

"Third..." Osamu Dazai smiled crazily, "If you want to court death, then I will accompany you at any time."

The world of conjuration is rich in madmen, and if you are not crazy, you will not survive is the golden rule of their profession. Often, the more powerful the conjurer, the crazier he is.

Osamu Dazai undoubtedly belongs to the craziest group, but he usually hides it very well. Compared with his death in high school, he is much more restrained now.

Osamu Dazai threw the key to Fuheshier, "I gave it to you."

The door of the entrance was tightly closed, and only Fuheshier was left lying on the floor in the huge apartment.

He looked at the ceiling and blinked, and murmured to himself, "It's a joke."

There is no doubt that Osamu Dazai will not come back, even said that this apartment has been abandoned by him, and his whereabouts will not be so easy to grasp.

Fu Heisher got up too, clenched his fist and then let go, the moment he grabbed Osamu Dazai just now, the feeling of losing contact with the curse spirit still lingered in his heart.

Is this the Osamu Dazai's technique?Isolate all fluctuations in mana power, even if I am just a waste with 0 mana power, I can barely feel the mantra spirit.

Fu Hesher got up, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, I've completed your task." Fuheshier relayed what happened just now to the person on the other side of the phone.

"Yes, indeed, I can feel the discomfort of being blocked."

"Okay, remember to punch in the reward."

Fuheshier hung up the phone.

On the other side, the mysterious man who hung up the phone touched the sutures on his forehead.

"Dazai Osamu...?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-0216:31:13~2021-05-0218:53:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Sakura;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 80 bottles of paintings in the building; 10 bottles of ouroboros, cherry blossoms, and flowing clouds;

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