I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Midsummer, Tokyo High School of Magic.

"This is the dormitory. There is a canteen on the left side of the playground. This is the training ground. This is the small auditorium where the principal Noctua Moth scares people. This is a classroom for the time being. I don't know what the rest of the house is for. It's too big, just make do with it." Bar."

Fu Heihui didn't want to take this job at all, but he was the only one among the first graders who knew about the world of spells. Knotweed Yuren didn't know anything about it, and Wild Rose didn't know anything about it: "There are two teachers who are serious about the Eight Classics." , Teacher Wutiao and Teacher Xia You."

"Serious?" Hu Zhang Youren caught the loophole in time: "There are teachers who are not serious?"

"Mr. Qihai and Ms. Jiajin occasionally come to teach, and there is another person who is a family member of a teacher who teaches Chinese by the way, but this person is more..." Fu Heihui paused, and couldn't think of a suitable definition for a long time, and finally Broken Can Posha: "It's a bandage waste device."

"What? Mr. Fuhei? You actually said that about me, teacher?"

When the other party said this, there happened to be a gust of wind, and the woods rustled. Every day in midsummer is a beautiful day, the sun is bright, the sky is blue, and the cicadas are singing non-stop. memorable.

Wild Rose blinked.

This is a very, very, very good-looking young man, different from the conjurers they have seen, the other party is wearing a neat shirt and vest, and a black coat that looks expensive at first glance, curly and soft Her black hair was neatly brushed against her neck, her pair of kite-colored eyes were affectionate and beautiful, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved upwards: "There are still only three first-year students... Where's Su Nuo's fingers?"

"He was eaten by him." Fuhei Huimu pointed at the knotweed Yuren next to him with a straight face: "Teacher Wutiao won a reprieve for his death sentence."

"Is that so?" The man suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, then he turned his face to the side and looked at the other two freshmen with a smile in his eyes: "My name is Dazai, Dazai."

Nagasaki Wild Rose is a normal jk. If all her teachers since she was a child were as good-looking as Dazai Osamu, she might have a deviation of [-] and be admitted to Dongda University in advance. Unfortunately, she didn't, and that beautiful young man named Dazai Osamu seemed to be She just came over to say hello to them, and then went down the mountain along the path. After walking for a while, she couldn't help asking Fu Heihui, "Is that the teacher or the teacher's family?"

"Teacher's family."

Wild Qiangwei sighed: "Ah, that's true. This is the reason why Teacher Wutiao was so angry that he threw a scorpion into the pile of curse spirits earlier? I can't tell at all, Fu Hei, are you familiar with him?"

"I'm not familiar with him, and I just met him." Fu Heihui frowned: "What did you just say? Who threw a scorpion into the pile of curse spirits?"

"Teacher Wutiao."

Out of curiosity and longing for the so-called center of magic and the metropolis of Tokyo, Nagasaki Wild Rose has always had a feeling of expectation for the campus life of this high school. Their two teachers are very talkative, and their classmates are also very friendly. Teacher Gojo He is unreliable at ordinary times, but he is very reassuring at critical moments. Teacher Xia You looks gentle and mature, but as a man who can become a close friend with Gojo Satoru, he probably won't be too serious.

Only Osamu Dazai is different.

Wild Rose always felt that there was something inexplicably wrong with this person, maybe it was because of a woman's intuition, or it might be because of the sensitivity of a conjurer, Dazai Osamu always made her feel light, whether that person was laughing or being lazy , It was all very wrong. Later, she thought about it, it should be an inexplicable sense of distance. There is a transparent curtain between him and everything, as if she is alone in a world.

But she was very curious why Gojo Satoru could be so angry by Dazai Osamu.

The first time she met Gojo Satoru was because she was involved in a curse accident. The false gods enshrined in the countryside became stronger and stronger because of their ignorant beliefs, and they almost approached the super class. Because they are curse spirits like land gods, they tend to gather some weak The curse spirit, she wanted to exorcise the curse spirit beyond her capacity at the time—after all, she could see the curse spirit, and she almost died at the hands of the curse spirit.

At that time, Gojo Satoru was not messing around like he did when they got acquainted in the future. He didn't cover his eyes, his beautiful face seemed to be covered with frost, and the smile on the corners of his lips vaguely concealed hostility. On the mountain, the understatement of the spell directly shattered most of the mountain. After the wind pressure dissipated, there was only a deep canyon where the mountain was originally. When the other party saw her, he was startled, put on the blindfold and laughed.

So she joined the college.

But Gojo Wu has been very busy during this time, so busy that Xia Youjie was the only one guiding them. Then one day they were hung up and beaten by the magic spell, and they were sore all over. Delay for two days, or let the teacher touch it. He always felt that Xia Youjie beat him harder than others. Xia Youjie thought about it. Do you want to delay two days in mathematics or Chinese? .

——It must be the Chinese language. Mathematics has been raised to hell-level difficulty by Wujo Wu alone. Using that thing for two days is better than continuing to be beaten by Xia Youjie.

The next day the three of them went to a house next to the back mountain. In the courtyard there was a huge cherry tree planted with green bamboos. The rockery and landscaping were very particular, but this particularity matched the appearance of Gaozhuan. Gaozhuan was originally an ancient building complex, but it was transformed into a nondescript appearance. They went in and knocked on the wooden paper door, but there was no response. After a while, Fu Heihui opened the wooden door, took off his shoes and walked in. , but found that the place was empty and there was no one there.

"Mr. Dazai?" Hiroto Hiroto tentatively called out twice.

No one responded.

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally decided to just wait in the yard while basking in the sun. The tops of the cherry trees were covered with fruits. They stayed for a while and got bored, so they got up to pick them, and each picked a handful. Wash it clean and put it among the lotus leaves. At this time, a slender hand stretched out from behind and picked up a cherry. The cuff was naked and dripping water.

"Mr. Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai was drenched all over, with a dull expression, dark iris-colored eyes, dripping water from the tips of his hair, and an unpredictable and dangerous aura lingering around his body. Dazai Osamu in this state undoubtedly made them very nervous. It's a stranger, even though they seldom see this person, but when they meet occasionally, the other person is always smiling and out of shape, and when he gets fussy, he is no different from Gojo Satoru.

"I'm delayed by something." Osamu Dazai casually pointed to the room with a cigarette in his hand: "There is a study room inside, you can do what you want."

Nagasaki Wild Rose casually flipped through the book and saw that the words were like, this book was placed in the most convenient place to get it. She took the book and went to the hall, thinking that Osamu Dazai would teach like the old school teacher, or like Xia Youjie Gojo Satoru also gave some instructions, but the other party just sat under the cherry tree and closed his eyes. The cigarette was caught between his fingers, and it had burned a long way.

She suddenly felt that someone had twisted her heart hard.

She remembered that Osamu Dazai had never been in contact with anyone, and even if he appeared, he felt that the noise and fireworks in the world were incompatible with him. Even though he could have a good relationship with everyone and be lovable, it always made her feel weird Yes, but the current Dazai Osamu made her feel that the boulder that had been hanging up and shaking had finally landed. She was not used to getting along with someone like Dazai Osamu, so standing here was a bit uncomfortable.

"Go and change clothes."

Another voice suddenly appeared in the courtyard, Gojo Satoru appeared almost without warning—by the way, he would teleport, and then she watched Gojo Satoru kick Dazai Osamu's calf with the tip of his shoe: "I bought Cakes and canned crab meat back."

Osamu Dazai glanced at the other party without emotion: "No."

Gojo Satoru: "I want to eat self-service sushi tonight."

Osamu Dazai: "Is there any whiskey?"

The two stalemate for a while, Osamu Dazai sighed first, stood up from the ground lazily, adjusted his cuffs and collar, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out leisurely. She can poke her head out, and she is much more natural to Wutiao Wu: "Teacher Wutiao, did you quarrel?"

The white-haired conjurer withdrew his gaze: "No, why do you ask that? Do you want to eat self-service sushi together tonight? It's the kind of self-service sushi we eat at Jie Nie Sushi."

"Because Mr. Dazai doesn't look the same as usual?" Nagasaki Yeqiangwei was stunned for a moment: "So this self-service sushi is going to Mr. Xia You's house to eat? Does he know how to cook?"

Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes: "It's delicious, after all, he raised two children."

Nagasaki Wild Rose took a breath.

After Gojo Satoru distracted the students' attention to Xia Youjie, he stood under the tree and pulled a cherry off, thinking that of course we quarreled—it was all Dazai that bastard, and this person didn't say much. To tell you the truth, I kept saying it was good, and in a blink of an eye, I saw the river jumping down again. What is better than before is that this person has finally learned to climb up by himself, float along the water for a while, and climb up again. One day, he will go again on a whim Jump up and down, it's annoying.

But the shell of Osamu Dazai, the fake and deadly port mafia leader, shatters a little every day, finally revealing the half-dead Dazai himself inside, like a frozen person being moved into the spring. Relax a little.

In the previous four and a half years, Osamu Dazai had reconstructed a behavior pattern for himself purely with reason. Gojo Satoru always felt that Osamu Dazai was an incredible person.

He said that he spent four years in prison with Osamu Dazai. He was not wrong at all. As the leader of the port mafia, this man lived a life that was more boring and exhausting than him staying in the prison gate. The so-called grand loneliness and boredom almost overwhelmed the chief's office.

Until the last day, he watched this man power on those French windows for the first time, gazed at the sea outside the window for a while, and then went to meet the new family, and then the red-haired man took out the gun and put it on the On the table, Dazai Osamu's indestructible shell that had been covered for four years suddenly shattered to pieces. He looked at Dazai Osamu with his usual smile on his lips, but his iris eyes, which were not covered by the bandage, instantly opened Very big, staring blankly at each other, tiredness and self-deprecation ooze out of the broken shell little by little, as if being drenched in a basin of cold water, and finally everything returns to calm, as if It's a dying star finally losing its last bit of warmth.

Then he watched Osamu Dazai return to his office, and he put together the tattered shell bit by bit by himself, until it was seamless, put it back on, and walked calmly to the roof.

Is this what Osamu Dazai arranged for himself?Wujo thought, this is what he wants?

Of course, Osamu Dazai couldn’t be satisfied, he was too unhappy, he was too painful, lonely, boring, boring, these things almost filled him up, he was thinking about that beautiful cigarette case all the time before he was going to die, but he Is there really a lack of a cigarette case?

He has encountered many times worse than not bringing a cigarette case. He accepted the ambush of Mori Ogai without knowing it, watched Oda Sakunosuke go to death but could not save him, and froze in place listening to Nanami Jian Before a person dies, I wish him a long life. In a chaotic time, he can’t tell whether it’s his memory or his delusion, and he was seriously injured more than once and struggled on the verge of death——

He really does not lack such a cigarette case.

But it was just such a cigarette case.

In an instant, all the peace he built collapsed, the pain was like a landslide, like a shower, he was too tired, that cigarette case might be the last straw that broke the embankment, so he closed his eyes and fell backwards, but He still misses the ordinary cigarette case, which has nothing special and no longer belongs to him.

He wants his cigarette case.

He wants to live.

Wutiao Wuxin thought that you really have to compensate me well, if it weren’t for me, a good person, in the prison gate, there would be no room for you to regret it, he thought again, since you regret it, you have to live no matter how painful you are in the future , this is your own choice, and no one is forcing you, but he is still very annoying, how can there be such a bastard, no matter who tries to save him, it will only speed up his court of death, and no one will care about him anymore , he was finally going to die, but he wanted to survive. The timeline was messed up by him, leaving no room for himself.

"Let's go? I've changed my clothes."

As soon as Gojo Satoru looked up and saw this man's wet hair, he became inexplicably angry. He wrinkled his nose, and walked to the other party's side unhappyly, resting his chin on the thin shoulder, turned his face to the line He bit down on the graceful neck, and then rubbed the small piece of skin with his canine teeth.

Osamu Dazai: "?"

He was bitten inexplicably, his eyelids twitched, and the previous displeasure was replaced by another displeasure: "Are you a dog?"

Then got another bite.

"Just because I ate the Pikachu cake in the refrigerator last night?" Osamu Dazai was incredulous: "How long will you be angry with me about this?"

"long time."

"...Is it okay if I buy the cake shop?"