I am a writer in the world of sorcery

It didn't matter if they broke up, but it was the first time in Dazai Zhi's life that someone threw the word "breakup" in his face. He moved a small bench and sat by the door to bask in the sun, sighing indifferently. Xia Youjie heard them break up At that moment, four words were blurted out.

Respect, best wishes.

After he blessed the couple that were made in heaven, he immediately asked Noctua Masamune for a business trip, and quickly took his two daughters out for vacation. Now there are only two people left in the high school, Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru, and now Dazai Osamu is playing garbage at the door The little panda still knocked on the door from time to time, in line with the thumping sound inside: "Teacher Wu Tiao? Are you angry?"

Bang!

Gojo Satoru threw the knotweed Yurenti out expressionlessly, raised his right arm, and the wild rose was blocked after half of the attack. He threw the two children together like two cat cubs, Fu Heihui was lying on the ground, moving his little finger weakly, and only one thought was left in his mind being drilled by Wutiao Wu: "Why did he call you Teacher Wutiao."

Gojo Satoru blinked: "Sex."

Fu Heihui rolled his eyes at that time, thinking that you are at the age of Wutiao Wudu, and you are still doing this with your wife. With big eyes, he swallowed the complaint again.

"Mr. Gojo, Mr. Dazai...he is different from you." Finally, he added with difficulty but tactfully: "At least you have to return his salary."

Osamu Dazai, leaning against the door, naturally also heard this sentence, and suddenly burst out laughing, overjoyed.

Gojo Satoru stared at Fu Heihui with a strange expression for a while, then bent his fingers and patted the child's forehead and flicked his head, thinking that he didn't know if he was educating too well, or something went wrong halfway through the educating : "Nonsense, it's Lao Tzu who is raising a bad boy."

Immediately after he saw Fu Heihui reaching for his Pikachu water glass with his sore arms shaking, he took the first step to grab it and held it in his hand as if nothing had happened, and threw a bottle of mineral water at the child. It was tea with sweets, and the oranges were pickled in advance—after all, Osamu Dazai made it himself, so it’s not worth drinking.

"It's too rude, Mr. Gojo." Osamu Dazai drew his voice through a wooden door, claiming his identity as a boy without any psychological barriers: "You haven't given me this week's pocket money, and I don't even have money to buy vegetables. "

The eyes of the three students who couldn't explain their words focused on Gojo Satoru's face at the same time.

"...Mr. Gojo!" Ye Qiangwei almost smashed the floor beside her. She lowered her voice, "Mr. Gojo, Mr. Dazai is a writer, you know—a writer."

It may be weaker than ordinary people, the kind of beautiful cat with a fragile heart that needs careful care.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath: "..."

After a long while, he raised his voice: "We have already broken up! Where did you get the pocket money? Go and drink the northwest wind!"

In fact, he was not so angry after one night. After all, he knew the virtue of Dazai Osamu, and now this person pretended to be a dog and took a lot of blame on him-it could be seen that Dazai Osamu was in the eyes of the students. The reputation in the book is quite good, and the weak literary figure was set up by him very successfully, but anyone who has really seen the sharp and crazy young mafia in the past knows that Osamu Dazai in this state is more transformed than the port mafia It is unbelievable to become a charitable organization of nuns.

But that didn't stop him from thinking Dazai Osamu was an idiot.

Wujo Satoru's overall perception is similar to that he has a very annoying cat, who does nothing all day long, but occasionally runs over and rubs you with his furry head, and then he looks forward to being caught next time. Rub it twice, so he has to tolerate the cat kicking his nose and face day after day. He once suspected that this was a conspiracy by Dazai Osamu. Once he came back from a business trip and was bored on the road, so he turned on Twitter and started to do it in jk. Fire test: "Have you been ua?"Have you been played with?quick!try it?! "

He scored 100 out of 150.

outrageous.

Osamu Dazai, how do you plan to compensate me, a liar?

He didn't believe in evil, and clicked on another very popular test: "Test ♂ to test your probability of being ua!" "

This time it is 0 points.

It's too ridiculous.

Gojo Satoru turned off his phone and fell into deep thought, but in the blink of an eye, the phone screen suddenly lit up, and a new message box popped up. There were many people who called him urgently, but there were only a few people who could use Le to chat with him. With a lollipop in his mouth, he slid down the message box. Inside was a photo with poor technology. At first glance, it was dark and full of stars, big and small.

"It's full of stars, so bright that I can't sleep."

Gojo Satoru lowered the car window a little, leaning against the car window, the evening wind blowing intermittently, he bit the candy in his mouth with a bang, and the sweetness that was originally concentrated on the tip of his tongue spread out immediately, he pressed the light on A few words were typed into the input box on the screen, and the phone beeped again.

The second photo is a few dense clusters of hydrangeas, showing a beautiful sea-blue color in the night, with shadows of tree branches in the open space next to it, and then there was another ding-dong, this time it was a huge and full moon, separated by The branches, the flowers, and a chickadee perched on a wooden branch.

The moonlight was bright and clear, and the sky was clear. He stared at the photos and swiped through them one by one. He pressed and saved for a long time, opened the car window to the maximum, turned off the psychological tests, and tapped the driving button of Yidizhi ahead. seat.

"Drive faster."

Gojo Satoru thought for a while and felt that he should not be too used to Dazai Osamu, at least not let him live too comfortably. Two days ago, he hugged Dazai Osamu and felt that the bones in his shoulders were finally not so tight. All signs can only prove that Osamu Dazai lived so comfortably, he thought about throwing Osamu Dazai to live in the semi-basement for a few days, and opened the door with a few students on his shoulders.

Osamu Dazai raised his face and bent his eyes with a smile: "Teacher Wujo?"

"Don't bark." Gojo Satoru pulled a piece of bandage from his pocket with one hand and stuffed it into Dazai Osamu's mouth, blocking the mouth that couldn't spit out ivory, and let the man hum aggrievedly: "We've broken up."

Osamu Dazai nodded, vaguely: "￥......"

Gojo Satoru: "No."

Osamu Dazai: "￥"

Gojo Satoru: "Dazai-kun, please be careful, don't talk nonsense about not being a good friend."

Dazai fell silent for a moment.

Gojo Satoru waited for a while and saw that Osamu Dazai finally stopped being a demon, and let go of his hand. Dazai Osamu's behavior was very strange. He pulled off the bandage from his mouth, and first pointed at Gojo Satoru's two fairy spirits that could reflect his own shadow. Piao Piao's bright blue eyes took a picture, and asked inexplicably: "Am I not good-looking?"

Wujo Wuxin thought it wasn't a question of whether you look good or not, and he felt that he was at a disadvantage if he just said that he was good-looking. Halfway through, he remembered that they were in a cold war now—ah no, they were in a state of breaking up, so he tensed his face and pulled off the blindfold He went up and walked down the steps with two long legs.

Osamu Dazai muttered to himself behind his back: "Could it be impossible?"

Gojo Satoru paused.

"Could it really be impossible?"

Osamu Dazai talked to himself in a very low voice, but conjurers are not ordinary people, and their senses are overly sensitive. The student hanging on Gojo Satoru froze instantly, and his six eyes suddenly lit up like night truck headlights, full of desire to eat melons.

Gojo Satoru's flawlessly beautiful face suddenly darkened in half.

Turning around, I found Osamu Dazai lighting a cigarette thoughtfully, standing behind him and staring at him, looking like a trash panda lost in thought.

The remaining half of her pretty face was also darkened.

No, definitely can’t, Osamu Dazai let his cat drag him by the wrist and walked towards a classroom that was farther away, and teased him with a smile on why he had such a good time, now the classroom is empty, next time it will be replaced by someone classroom?By the way, Mr. Gojo, do you still remember the pure young lady you like? Gojo Satoru turned his face to the side and glanced at this person. He didn't make a sound, then opened a classroom door and closed it casually.

Osamu Dazai blinked twice: "Classroom? Isn't this too wild..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that he was being carried and thrown under the podium. This throwing method was very technical. After he reacted, he knelt on the ground in embarrassment and supported the floor with his hands, but he felt like his knee was hit a little bit. None, then two fingers pinched his chin and buckled it down.

Just stuffed it in.

It was the first time that Osamu Dazai realized that the retribution could come so quickly. It was big and hard, stuffed full, and very long. Later, he became more reluctant: "Uh, uuuh...uh!"

Desk kisses really change color.

Osamu Dazai was working hard while thinking that it wasn't exciting, so what was the movie made of? Pure love wasn't even close to it. He ate it for a while and thought it wouldn't work. Oxygen, and his voice was about to be poked hoarse, so he stepped back a little, pulled the clothes of the man outside and got out, wiped his messy face, held the other man's shoulder and pressed hard against the blackboard behind .

The casual clothes that Wujo Wu wore were just a few buttons, and he unbuttoned them from top to bottom, one, two, and the other hand pulled the other's zipper... jingle jingle!

Gojo Satoru: "Stop."

Gojo Satoru: "Wait, I'll answer the phone."

Osamu Dazai stopped like a bolt from the blue, and stared at Gojo Satoru in disbelief, how the hell can he stop?The steering wheel is about to be twisted by him, and you can go to the high speed with just one kick of the accelerator, and now you say stop?

Gojo Satoru ignored him, and nodded calmly on the other end of the phone: "Yeah."

Gojo Satoru: "Okay, I see."

He nodded, squeezed the button on the side of the phone, lifted Osamu Dazai to put him on the podium, first pulled the zipper back, and then fastened the buttons from bottom to top. There are not many wrinkles on the top.

After tidying up, he imitated Osamu Dazai's previous operation and winked at Osamu Dazai: "The higher-ups have arranged a task, and I'm going on a business trip."

Osamu Dazai was struck by lightning.

Director Dazai didn't get the script for the first time.

Wujo Satoru was in a good mood looking at this stunned Zai, wiped the beautiful but a bit messy face with his hands, wiped away the liquid, and stroked the other's forehead hair: "From now on, I will be more pure love, I will first gone."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

It was the first time that the students of the high school saw this... this kind of very strange Dazai Osamu, the other party's beautiful face could not be seen with joy or anger, and the kite-colored eyes were dark and bottomless. Unwillingly slipping to the corner to call Xia Youjie, halfway through the call, Osamu Dazai gently lifted the phone from his hand, with a creepy smile on his lips.

"Master Xiayou, it's time to come back."