On How To Teach Gravity To Diss A Blackhearted Boss

I stared at the glove in Chuya's hand crying, thinking "I'm done".

At this moment, I finally realized what kind of big hole I actually dug for myself by seemingly witty avoiding a catastrophe yesterday.

——Unless it can be guaranteed that the opponent will never find out, or just trick the enemy to escape like Dazai, wouldn’t it be double the anger to be discovered after playing like this...

The key... The key point is that I have humbly promised so many conditions to Dazai, but in the end, the angle at which the car rolls over is completely unexpected to me.This is the King of Hades asking me to die in the third watch, and no one can stay until the fifth watch?

……

"Wow—" I slumped on the ground, crying so loudly TAT

Zhong also calmed down amid my howling, turned his back and took a deep breath.

When he turned to face me again, his expression had calmed down.

He threw the gloves on the washing machine, came over and picked me up who was soft on the ground and put me on the sofa in the living room.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you."

After crying, the grievance and fear of being yelled at by him seemed to dissipate.But guilt and embarrassment naturally invaded his heart in his tenderness at this moment.

I sobbed in a low voice, and the tears kept falling down uncontrollably.

"Yeah, I'm sorry...uh—"

I don't seem to know how to speak... Is Japanese so difficult?

He adjusted his sitting posture and sat down on the plush carpet in the living room.When the movement touched my hand, I looked down and realized that I had grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly without knowing when, but timidly didn't seem to dare to grab more...The body movements reveal the bottom of my heart. Silent apprehension and anticipation.

For a moment, I felt confused and dazed like my soul was torn apart.

Am I afraid?

but……

What am I afraid of?

I tried to loosen his clothes, but my fingertips seemed to be in a spasm and couldn't be moved.

It was like a dead branch in winter or an eagle's talons, hanging on the corner of his clothes uncontrollably.

Why can't I let go...

[Nakahara Chuya] looked up at Aoki Akira who was on the sofa.

She hooked his clothes tightly and fell into her own world, her eyes lost.

……

He remembered the scene a few years ago.

Just when he had some ambiguity with Aoki Akira, he was bumped into by Osamu Dazai.

At that time, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands, but unexpectedly he didn't hear Osamu Dazai attacking him with words as he expected.

"Has a slug fallen in love with a stray cat? Wow - stray cats are hard to keep..."

"You don't even know what you did, and why it was the reaction..."

"Stray cats will always develop some bad habits that the owner can't understand...it's really—— troublesome!"

He understood the other party's hint at that time, but also beat Dazai Osamu because of this annoying metaphor.

……

After a few months, he fully understood what Osamu Dazai called "the bad habits of stray cats".

Because I have never received unrequited praise and love, I will use the most malicious thinking to speculate on other people's enthusiasm and friendliness.

Because I want to win the love of the person I like, I will hide all the ugly scars and make myself look glamorous.

Because he is afraid that the person he likes will divert his attention, he will release all his despicableness and badness in another place, and only maintain the appearance he likes the most in front of the person he loves.

……

Because I am afraid that my sweetheart will be angry and disappointed, because I don't believe that I will be forgiven and tolerated...

Therefore, you will never choose to be honest when you do something wrong, and you will only subconsciously try your best to cover it up.

……

In the eyes of all the forces in Yokohama, she was sensible, sharp and powerful, so this habit that cannot be regarded as a defect at all is harmless.

They would even rate it as an "excellent instinct for camouflage".

After knowing her existence, Chief Sen also commented on her as "a natural and excellent mafia talent".

But he knew she wasn't.

She is only used to the night, but she only likes the sun.

……

He still doesn't know what kind of psychology Osamu Dazai said at that time.

Maybe he was the first opponent of their relationship, maybe he just wanted to speak human words once in a while.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He looked at the bewildered Aoki Akira, and sighed melancholy - he thought she was already his house cat.

"Zhao."

He sat on the ground, raised his head and gently called his wife on the sofa.

The moment she lowered her head and looked at him, he stretched out his hand and pulled the dazed woman off the high platform, and threw her down on the blanket.

She closed her panicked eyes and pressed down her quivering lips.

Use the knuckles that trace the curve of the body to push back her tears, and use the heavy breathing to disturb her breath.

When she whimpered, he swallowed her weeping sound with burning deep kisses, and suppressed her struggle with strong limbs when she resisted.

If words can't convey your fear, then try to give me a gentle hug to make your voice heard.

If words are not enough to express my love, then please accept my physical kisses and gasps as expressions of attitude.

Don't let your tears fall lonely on the rug, I won't hear your sorrow and your fear.

And don't avoid my staring eyes at you, the cobalt blue desire wraps what I want to say to you.

I will swallow and digest your excess emotions, and fill you with peace of mind and attachment with stretched muscles and flowing sweat... Put your arms around my neck, climb up my waist, please cooperate as I say do.

If you are still afraid of my tenderness...

Then... Please bite your lips tightly, hold the blanket tightly, and accept the coldness of severe winter.

**

"Zhongye..."

"Ok?"

I watched Zhongya lying on the side with his eyes closed and silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help calling him.

"Are you not angry anymore?"

He opened his eyes rather puzzlingly and turned to look at me, and flicked my forehead gently.

"Although I preemptively exercised the right to night, don't you start dreaming early, okay?"

I shrank my head embarrassingly, my cheeks and eye sockets were red again.

"Don't cry, if you cry again, your eyes will swell into walnuts."

"Woo—I'm sorry," I didn't listen to him, sobbed and began to self-criticize, "I shouldn't have deliberately misled you yesterday, and I thought I was pretty good at hiding it from you."

"..."

"I see."

He turned his head to look at me speechlessly and confused: "Where did you learn this trick..."

"..."

"Forget it, I guessed it."

His voice darkened.

But, Osamu Dazai, I'm sorry for you TAT

Be strong.

I stretched out two fingers and tugged at the ends of his hair scattered around my shoulders, carefully: "I'll confess to you, okay?"

He finally turned sideways towards me.

He stared at my erratic eyes and sighed: "This glove fits my hand perfectly. It is custom-made, but I have never used this brand. I don't have the habit of giving away my belongings. It is reasonable to speculate that this Zhongyuan There shouldn't be any in either."

"Your rhetoric is true. But you don't like the police subconsciously, but you are not a person who will vent your anger. On the surface, you will still be polite and respectful to the police. So you will not say in front of the police for no reason at all. Those frivolous words of 'seeing sex', let alone the hostility and defensiveness towards the police like yesterday."

"These policemen must have given you some reason to feel repelled. But because you dismissed me, your sense of repulsion was aimed at me. So it was the police who knew something that I couldn't let me know."

"I can tell whether what you said is true or not...Of course, I never thought that you would learn this trick and use it on me."

"The intersection between you and those policemen is the case, but you have no reason to hate them in normal case investigations. But as you said, that case involved you and the 'Central Plains Zhongya' here, and you even stayed Take off his gloves."

"Come on, 'Nakahara Chuya', the secret that the police discovered but I can't know..."

Zhong also looked at me with a crossed face.

I wanted to cry but shrank my head into the thin blanket he covered me.

"Before you said that Mori Ogai here transferred 'Nakahara Chuya' to deal with you, so you didn't meet him in Yokohama, but after you came to Tokyo. But you encountered the case on the first day you came to Tokyo The next morning."

"So you met 'Chuya Nakahara' here on the day you came to Tokyo, and then..."

……

Trembling, I stretched out my bare arms from under the blanket to cover his mouth.

"Is this the legendary saying that every woman is Sherlock Holmes... When did you think of it?"

"When you found this glove from your coat pocket." He said in a cool tone.

"..."

"Chuya, I said. Please, let me say it! I want to say it! I especially want to say orz"

"Let me think about where I should start..." With an empty expression, I decided to die calmly.

Zhong also pushed away my hand covering his mouth, and stared at me in a strange way: "Why is there a 'where to start'? How long have you been here? Why, this already has a story?"

I humbly rubbed against him, a little bit wanting to get into his arms but a little bit afraid, finally I could only wriggle like a caterpillar for a while, dejectedly talking about my relationship with him from the day I first traveled to the end of the case. All the intersections between the Central Plains and the Central Plains in this world have been talked about.

My voice was already hoarse, and my mouth became dry after I spoke for a while, and Chuya got up from the ground to pour me a glass of water.I drank it tremblingly, but felt that it was as tasteless as a meal with a severed head, as if I understood Conan's feeling of being tricked by me today...

……

…………

"It's gone?" Zhongye's voice was indifferent.

"Should...should be gone?" I was a little unsure.

"Should I, should I add it when I think about it?"

I looked at him uncertainly.

His expression cracked: "Add it?! Is this not enough???"

"You asked that man to wear a wedding ring for you?!"

Zhong also choked out a breath, staring at the ring of the same color on his ring finger with cobalt blue eyes, his eyes aggrieved.

The expression of resistance seemed to say - this ring is dirty!

I curled my lips and looked at him cautiously: "Then...then I'll make a new pair when I go back, okay?"

He was not happy: "No, this is the ring used for marriage proposal and oath!"

I shrank back into the blanket cowardly...then there is nothing I can do.

……

Chuya's phone vibrated, and he took a look and left the living room.

I hesitated for a moment, got up from the carpet, went back to the room and found my pajamas and put them on.

When I came out of the bedroom, I saw Zhong also carrying a lunch box and putting it on the dining table.

"Let's eat something."

"Oh……"

I sat at the table and watched him open the food box. It was a beautiful plate of sushi.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I looked at Chuya.

"I'm not hungry."

……

Seeing that I started to eat, he poured me a cup of tea and put it aside, gave up the treatment and slumped on the chair next to him, covering his eyes with his hands.

After a while, he said to me helplessly: "Zhao...I don't seem to know how I should react now."

"Should I be angry?"

"But it's not your own fault to travel through the world. It's completely reasonable to see 'Nakahara Chuya' and treat him as me...and now I think of your feeling of being hostile by him at that time...it seems that I can only feel guilty. ..."

"If that's me, I won't treat you like this."

My mood that had calmed down was turned upside down by his words, and tears flowed down my face immediately.

He handed me the tea: "Don't cry, you're about to choke."

Seeing that I drank all the tea, he poured me another cup.

After a long time, he continued.

"It seems that I can only blame you for drinking outside...but I...in fact, I must have gotten drunk much more than you. I can completely feel how you feel..."

"Thinking that you went to a familiar bar to drink because of..."

"It seems to be okay here."

He sighed dejectedly.

"So in the end... how can I blame you..."

I watched him trying to understand me from my point of view, and I felt sore in my heart: "Chuya...don't make excuses for me...it's just that I'm wrong."

"You can't blame the unlucky Mr. Zhongyuan who was entangled by me, right?"

He dropped his arms, revealing dark eyes.

"Ah, he's smart. If he dares... I'll kill him."

I couldn't catch my breath and choked, and coughed several times to the side.

Looking in horror at the displeased double standard Zhong Ye: "I think..."

His cobalt blue eyes stared at me inexplicably, as if waiting for me to speak.

I swallowed back some words that I didn't understand, and changed my angle cowardly: "Foulness... fight with filthy... this...will something happen?"

He didn't seem to have thought about this question, and he was stunned for a moment after hearing it.Then he came back to his senses: "Whatever, it doesn't matter."

"The point is... I'm very angry now, but I can't seem to name you as the culprit."

"Obviously very angry..."

"..."

"I-I know."

I pushed the empty plate to the middle of the table, huddled up on the stool, warmed my hands with a cup of tea, and took his words cowardly.

Zhong also stared at me closely: "But it seems that I can't do anything to you..."

I avoided his eyes and buried my face in the teacup, bubbling with my lips on the surface of the water.

He took a look, reached out and snatched the water glass from my hand, and moved it aside.

I retracted my hand helplessly... I made the most obedient gesture and looked at him from the chair.

Chuya turned his hand to my face, rubbed it twice, his eyes gradually dimmed, and his tone became meaningful.

"So you have to work hard."

"You said it too, you are wrong."

I:……

I:? ? ? ? ?

"No..." My eyes widened in surprise, I stammered and shrank back, leaning tightly against the back of the chair, "You just... just... no, it's not appropriate..."

"It was just to coax you, calm your emotions, and calm you down."

Chuya stretched out his hand to grab my waist, said calmly, and pinched me with one hand.

In a panic, I reached out and hugged the legs of the dining table: "You! I am very peaceful now!!!"

"Obviously, I'm not at peace." He tried to pull me out.

"Then just calm down!" I grabbed the table legs and refused to let go, "I'm tired!"

Chuya turned a deaf ear and stared at me for a while in a stalemate.

"Really not letting go?"

I shook my head resolutely and stubbornly.

His cobalt blue eyes curved softly at me, and he smiled viciously.

"Since you like the dining table, that's all right."

I froze for a second, then let go of my hand as if I had been burned.

I was unmoved by the sight, so I humbly crawled into his arms and tugged at the corner of his pajamas: "Go back, let's go back to the bedroom or..."

He pushed away the plates and teacups, raised his hand and licked the corners of my quivering eyes with his thumbs, and stopped at the corners of my lips.

Meeting my apprehensive eyes, the cobalt blue eyes completely darkened, stained with the lust I am familiar with.

"late."

……

"what!"

There was a pain in his shoulder, and his low warning voice sounded in his left ear.

"If you dare to use backflow... hmph..."

"..."