[Comprehensive Wenhao] My God Lord insists that he is an individual

On the way home from the supermarket, Shenshang Zhuli was wearing a shopping bag with small items on his left wrist, and holding a bag of puffs in his right hand for eating and playing. He still stuffed one for the brown-haired boy beside him.

Zhong Yuan also put one hand in his trouser pocket, and held the rice in the other hand, turned his head to bite the dessert that was handed to his mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

The two fed one, and the other ate, very harmonious, and they didn't feel how intimate this scene looked from the outside.

"Hello, Zhu Li." The red-haired boy watched the sunset in the sky for a moment, and suddenly called to God Zhu Li who was eating happily.

"Hmm, what's up?"

The black-haired boy who was chewing the puff turned his head, half of his face was puffed up, and there was still a little cream left in the corner of his mouth.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, and said with determination, "After we've been busy for a while, let's go to the summer festival together."

"I have something... I want to tell you."

The ochre-haired boy who spoke moved his eyes from side to side, and the setting sun shone on his face, reflecting a blush.This is a pink breath that passers-by can feel.

Our god Zhu Li also very cooperative eyes lit up, and nodded excitedly, "Eh?? Really! I'm so happy~ Chuya-chan has been so cold to me recently, I thought I was hated."

The black-haired boy leaned over all of a sudden, so happy that little flowers appeared in the background of his whole body.

"...Who! Who said that! Don't think about it, you idiot!"

The ochre-haired boy subconsciously wanted to lean back, but he froze as if he couldn't bear to part with him. In the end, as if he was trying his best to overcome something, he took out his hand in his trouser pocket, and quickly wiped away the cream left by Zhu Li at the corner of his mouth with his fingertips.

"Enn, I also like Chuya-chan the most."

The black-haired boy didn't care about the touch of the corner of his mouth, and nodded with a smile.

"!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also immediately covered his face with his hands, and said with a sigh, "You really... can say such incredible things at any time."

"Well, because I really think so."

Received the summer festival invitation from my best friend, and found that I am not hated by God Shuri, I can't wait to start thinking about the summer festival.

The ochre-haired boy responded with a good temper, occasionally complaining loudly, with the hotness and joy that Zhu Li didn't notice in his eyes.

Since when did the person around me become more and more important.

How did such a shameful feeling that would break the relationship if spoken out grew up?

The Central Plains doesn't know either.

He only knew that when he began to hate that someone at school sent gifts to Zhu Li through him, intercepted certain letters sent to the shrine by outsiders intentionally or unintentionally, or helped a slacker filter out some unnecessary emails...

Zhong Yuanzhong also woke up one morning, his heart was beating, and he told himself that he wanted to stay with this person.

Not as close friends, not as family, but as a further relationship.

The ochre-haired boy looked at the happy god Zhu Li, and secretly despised himself in his heart——

Nakahara Chuya, you are such a bad person... But it doesn't matter, no matter what the person in front of you thinks, anyway, in the end-

"Chuya-chan! Speaking of summer festivals, you have to wear a yukata, um, then we have to prepare it now...how about us..."

"No, you don't want to cut it yourself,"

Zhong Yuan also skillfully pinched off the impromptu whim of the black-haired boy, "I don't want to walk around in a bathrobe full of needle holes."

The black-haired boy puffed up in disappointment: "Hey—why is this, I think my craft is actually quite good."

You see, I know exactly what you're thinking.

So whatever you think, anyway—

Chuya Zhongya's thoughts were submerged in the cicadas singing on the roadside. This was the last memory of the red-haired boy about summer. He soon discovered that going to the summer festival was probably in the very distant future.

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On X, X, in a dilapidated clinic on Radium Bowl Street

A young man in a white coat leaned on a chair and sighed decadently,

"The payment deadline for weapons has been delayed for two weeks. If this continues, our members will have to face the dilemma of fighting the enemy with kitchen knives and wooden warehouses...and..."

"Dazai-kun, are you listening?"

A young man—Mori Ogai, the newly appointed leader of Port Mafia, asked.

"Sarah, you are listening, but you are not listening."

The boy opposite Mori Ogai sat cross-legged on an old hospital bed, playing with medical equipment, and replied boredly.

"Just answer yes or no."

"That's not listening."

Osamu Dazai, this young man with slightly messy curly hair and bandages all over his body, only showing a pair of iris eyes, was stirring the antihypertensive and boosting drugs in the beaker with a bored expression,

"Because Mr. Mori had expected this kind of thing a long time ago. There is no money, no available people, and he has to face dissatisfied cadres in the organization. Even I have fallen into such a predicament."

What Osamu Dazai said is not wrong, and now he and the new port Mafia leader Mori Ogai in front of him can be said to be a community of destiny.

Some time ago, the personal doctor of the former leader of Mafia at the port used a scalpel to slit the leader's throat, claiming that he was the heir of the next leader. At that time, there was only him in the leader's office——

Osamu Dazai was alone.

The thin, 14-year-old boy became a witness to the new leader.If he doesn't want to be caught and tortured by the unwilling remnants, he can only follow Mori Ogai's orders at present,

Although he was reluctant, Osamu Dazai, who had been fooled for a whole year with the reward of "giving him a painless death", is now completely drained of energy.

However, today, he still took over the investigation task that was said to be "compensation" from the man's leader.

"It's agreed, medicine, definitely."

Osamu Dazai snatched the "Silver Order" from Mori Ogai's hand - it is said that it can mobilize anyone in the port Mafia. When he was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by Mori Ogai.

"Speaking of which, Dazai-kun, have you heard of the organization that has been talked about in Raibo Street recently?"

The kite-eyed boy paused before leaving, turned around and said, "Did you mean 'King of Sheep'?"

Mori Ogai smiled, but didn't speak.

Dazai Osamu thought for a while, and said with a mysterious smile, "If Mr. Mori is playing with the idea of ​​'King of Sheep', I advise you to be careful."

"He is different from us, but a wild dog with a family."

Mori Ogai smiled slightly, "Well, I trust Dazai-kun."

"Tch." Osamu Dazai turned his head.

"Don't you ask? Who is the person I said 'similar to you'?" Mori Ogai asked.

Before the kite-haired boy left, he turned his head for the last time, leaving only a short sentence——

——"I've already heard the answer."

Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh, this is really surprising."

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At the same time, Nakahara Chuya, who was far away from the shrine, was arguing with the black-haired boy who should clean the floor today, when the phone in his pocket rang.

The red-haired boy took out his mobile phone, and couldn't help but froze after seeing the information on it.

The sender of the email is called Shirase, and the content reads——

"It's not good, Zhongya, Akiko and the others found out that the port mafia was looking for the news of 'Huangba spit', and they were taken away! Please save us!"

Shirase is a person from the "Sheep" organization that Nakahara Chuya accidentally met on Radium Bowl Street.

At that time, the red-haired boy used his spare time to go to Leibo Street alone to investigate the news of "Huang Ba vomiting" without telling God Zhu Li.

In fact, if you want to know the information about "Huang Ba Tu", Zhong also knows to ask Zhu Li, the god who brought him home, and maybe you can get some answers faster.

But it should be said that whether it is a young man's spirit or self-esteem, Nakahara Zhong also didn't want to ask about the black-haired boy.

There has always been a premonition among the teenagers that if he asks Zhu Li about [Huangba spit], their current lives may undergo changes that they don't like to see.

—and even lose the present life.

So Zhong Yuanzhong also chose to find the truth of this matter by himself.

When he was investigating on Radium Bowl Street, he accidentally ran into Shirase and his party who were in danger, and the boy saved them without thinking too much.

However, he didn't expect that just this once, he would be entangled by people from this organization.

In fact, it is not right to say "tangle".

More, it should be attached to an existence like a "savior".

The red-haired boy didn't want to pay attention to them at first, but seeing that there are many children who are only 7 years old in this organization, and he just needs someone to find out more information about "Huang Ba Tu" for him, so Zhong also made a deal with Yang .

For Zhongye, Yang pays attention to the information of "Huang Ba spit", and Zhongye helps Yang overcome some difficulties within his ability.

As a result, after going back and forth like this, rumors of the "King of Sheep" gradually appeared on Lei Bo Street, and he suddenly became the leader of this organization.

Well, if the godly boy knew, he would probably cry out heartbroken, "Zhongye, you have been tricked by those bastards!"

But it's a pity that Shenshang Zhuli has always abided by the so-called bible of "respecting the privacy of cubs", so this guy doesn't know anything.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Shenshang Zhuli looked at the boy whose expression suddenly became serious.

"Sorry, there is an accident that needs to be dealt with." Zhong Yuanzhong also said awkwardly.

The black-haired boy didn't ask any more questions, but just patted Chuya on the shoulder and said, "Oh, go ahead, I'll clean the floor this time, and I'll pay you back double next time!"

"Feel sorry."

The ochre-haired boy turned around apologetically, and was about to leave when Zhu Li suddenly called out to him.

"Zhongye sauce."

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head and saw the black-haired boy blinking, staring at him seriously and said,

"No matter what you do, you must be careful... Also, the amulet I gave you, no matter what happens, you must, must take it with you, you know?"

"Ah, don't worry!"

The red-haired boy tapped his chest with his fist, where the amulet was hidden, and replied with a smile.

In the shrine, the black-haired boy looked at Nakahara Nakaya's back, and frowned uncomfortably.

"I always feel... a little uneasy——"

The black-haired boy gripped the broom tightly, but suddenly felt that his hand was empty. The tool he was holding properly fell to the ground at some point.

Zhu Li lowered his head in doubt, and found that his right hand became transparent for a moment, and when he opened his eyes to look carefully, his arm returned to its original shape.

"This is...not good..."

Shenshang Zhuli clenched his empty palm and sighed softly.

It seems that he doesn't have much time here.

The author has something to say:

Well...how did you say it?

What's interesting about Fate is that despite the influence someone has on the original characters

But under the action of the Great Law, the general direction will not change

Therefore, Zhongye sauce, who had nothing to do with sheep,

Because of Huangba spit and various reasons, they are connected again

But don't worry, with Zhu Li here this time, the situation will be much better!

I promise!

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Known clues:

Nakahara Chuya boy

Established the legendary FLAG that cannot be said

Sure enough, I received a request for help from an ally who would only hold back

gears of fortune

Kaba Kaba started to spin up

Juli boy in God

I finally realized that I didn't have enough time