I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"Nanami!" Dazai raised his voice.

Nanami Kento turned a blind eye to Dazai Osamu's rolling around, and didn't interrupt his performance. He sat upright on the chair and waited until Dazai Osamu got bored before he spoke.

"I always feel that life has to go through some things. After working overtime, the bread in the convenience store is sold out. After eating, the residue in the bowl must be poured into the trash can, otherwise the sewer will be blocked-young people should have no worries. Go to school, lie on the roof with lofty ideals and imagine the future, and if you want to write, you also need to experience a colorful life.”

"Hiss." Dazai gasped, "It's better."

According to Qihai Jianren's definition, his life is really rich to the extreme.

Osamu Dazai is very clear about the reason Nanami Jianren didn't make it clear - his personal safety can only be guaranteed at the Conjuration College. In the previous incident, his particularity was exposed to the eyes of some people, and his The murderer he was eyeing, in general, he was currently in a very unsafe situation.

But Nanami seemed to be afraid that he would be frightened by these terrible things, so she concealed it from him without saying a word.

"Come to the college to study."

"No."

"The dormitory conditions and teaching environment are very good, the teachers are also very capable, and there are no rules that you dislike. In addition, there is a teacher who is very respectable with the president of the University of Tokyo. He can help you get the admission of the president of the University of Tokyo. Letter of recommendation, admission without examination after graduation."

Jianren Nanami originally thought that it would be extremely difficult to get Osamu Dazai to enroll in the High School of Conjuration. Dazai Osamu was simply incompatible with the philosophy of Noctua Masato, so before he went to visit the principal, he first went to Gojo Satoru.

"sure."

Completely beyond his expectation, the white-haired conjurer agreed without waiting for him to explain his purpose, "I'll deal with the night moth."

Dazai rubbed his hair unhappily, and looked away: "No! Absolutely not—absolutely!"

Jianren Qihai stared at him for a while, sighed indulgently, and paused.

"Students at Curse High will be assigned some tasks by the upper echelons to exorcise the curse spirits."

Qihai Jianren's voice was a little lower: "As a conjurer, you can get in touch with the despair and horror you want during the mission. It is a life that is completely out of touch with daily life."

"So you don't have to put yourself in danger, which saves a lot of energy."

Osamu Dazai's hand froze suddenly.

He slowly put down his hand, raised his head, and looked back at Jianren Qihai's face without any waves. Without the masks he had deliberately disguised, the pupils could not reflect any light at this time, and his pale skin was as delicate as it was beautiful. Lifeless china—

Jianren Qihai's expression remained unchanged, and he still looked at him calmly, as if he hadn't seen through the monster hidden under the beautiful skin.

Osamu Dazai stared coldly at Nanami Jianren for a while, then blinked suddenly, and then slumped his shoulders: "Ah, is this the conclusion drawn by the conjurer?"

"Just my personal opinion."

Jianren Qihai said frankly, "It's just my idea to hope that you can study in Manga."

Osamu Dazai and the blond man looked at each other for a few seconds, turned their heads abruptly, and looked away, as if this movement could cover up the strangeness in his heart: "Ah, Nanami is really annoying..."

This feeling is very strange, there are many smart people in the world, such as Mori Ogai, he saw clearly the inside of Osamu Dazai when he met him for the first time, as an adult with absolute advantages, honey and whip, Toys and sticks—all kinds of means, people can always be tamed, even Osamu Dazai, no matter how smart he is, is just a thin and weak child.

But Nanami was different, Osamu Dazai bit his lip, slightly lost in thought.

He seemed very sorry that he had to unmask that mask, and felt guilty for what he accidentally saw—for example, like a guest who came to the host's house and accidentally walked into the host's bedroom, Sorry for my faux pas and offense.

Dazai smiled.

"Nanami."

"If you are a teacher at the high school of conjuration." He exaggeratedly made a fussy look, and then stared at the other party with that irresistible expression: "Only in this way, I will enroll."

Jianren Qihai's forehead twitched, but he still reasoned with the other party helplessly and connivingly: "Dazai, I still have to go to work."

"Just quit."

Jianren Qihai was in a stalemate with him for a while, and pushed his glasses: "Okay, it's settled like this."

The blond man finally rescued himself, suddenly he let out an ah, and then remembered his original purpose of contacting Osamu Dazai, he squatted down and searched around, Dazai sat on the bed, watching Nanami Jianren struggling Pushing yourself to the ground, you put your hands under the bed.

"I found it." The man's suit was stained with dust, his hairsprayed hairdo was also messed up, and a few strands of hair fell down on his forehead. Finally, he pulled out a cat from under the bed as if it was burning his hands.

Osamu Dazai showed a shattered expression.

What a big cat.

In all fairness, this point-colored puppet cat is very beautiful, chubby and fluffy - not fat, just fluffy, soft as silk as gray and white hair, fluffy big tail, sweet looking, you can see It has been carefully taken care of.

This cat is hot.

"Wait, wait, wait." Osamu Dazai scrambled and shrank to the end of the bed, and the puppet cat pulled his black coat. He was so stimulated that his hair stood on end, so he took off his coat and pushed the cat to the head of the bed together. Rolled out of bed in horror.

Qihai Jianren: ...

"I was going to give you the little black face as your birthday present."

He had specifically asked his colleague's girl who was about the same age as Osamu Dazai what birthday present he would like for his age. After thinking about it, he felt that the pet cat might have a positive effect on Osamu Dazai.

It turned out that the owner of the birthday gift was scared out of his wits.

"If you don't like it, I'll take it back..."

"what."

The two looked blank, watching the puppet cat entangled with the coat for a while, and a black ball gurgled out of the inner pocket of the coat, and it was a little purple when you looked closely-the little black face meowed, lowered its head, and swallowed it in one gulp. went in.

Osamu Dazai:!

Jianren Qihai: "...What is that, a glass ball?"

Osamu Dazai's voice was erratic: "Do I look like someone who can play with glass balls?"

The blond man's expression cracked slightly, he grabbed the puppet cat by the back of the neck, and knocked open the door next door without any politeness. A few minutes later, Osamu Dazai leaned against the door with a smile, and raised his chin at Kento Nanami.

Qihai Jianren: ...

"It's okay." He was very tired: "Gojo Satoru has seen it, it is very healthy, and I will take it to the hospital later."

Osamu Dazai sighed: "Birthday present, give it to me."

He said nonchalantly, "I want to eat tuna sushi on the weekend."

The man hummed, carefully held the cat and looked at it carefully: "Are you really all right? Why do I feel that the cat's eyes have become smaller?"

And the cat looked broken.

Probably an illusion, he thought uncertainly.

**

Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College.The area is huge and there are very few students.

After Jianren Qihai left, Osamu Dazai received a text message from the other party, and he had a little understanding of this school. It stands to reason that he could cultivate for about a week, but with the evil intention of "going to watch Nanami in class", Osamu Dazai was stunned. I got up early the next day and put on my black coat with great interest.

He had memorized the map a long time ago, and he wasn't worried about getting lost, but as soon as he opened the door, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Mr. Hu Zhang."

"Morning! Classmate Dazai." The pink-haired boy smiled heartily: "Fukui said that you will also go to school in Curse High in the future, and you will be in the same grade as us. It took me a long time to get familiar with this place when I first came here. There is no convenience store, so shopping is not convenient.”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of bread from his pocket and handed it to Dazai: "I'll take you to the classroom."

Then he smiled happily: "It's great that you're fine."

Dazai took it with a smile.

He didn't tear open the packing bag like the teenagers around him to save time on the road to fill his stomach, but waited until the classroom before slowly taking out the bread. The high school of conjuration should be an old Chinese house in the past. It was said to be a classroom, but in fact It is an antique Japanese room.

He has never been to school seriously in his life. When he was a child, it was a private school at home, and then Mori Ogai was his private teacher. He raised the corners of his mouth happily: "Do you want to learn how to exorcise curse spirits today?"

... Osamu Dazai watched with almost suffocation, Yuzuhito Kojo took out a physics book.

"Mr. Huzhang." The smile froze on his face: "What are you doing?"

"Preparing for the exam?" Yuzu Yuto touched the back of his head in confusion, opened the book, and took out a latest tablet computer from his schoolbag: "This school doesn't have a dedicated science teacher, so we all take classes online."

Osamu Dazai: "—online class?"

Knotashi Yuhito suddenly realized, he took out a spare copy of physics from his schoolbag and handed it to Osamu Dazai: "I have thought for a long time that you might not have a textbook."

"The physics class of the high school is at the level of the physics department of the University of Tokyo." Knotabagi Yuhito explained: "Principal Noctua hopes that students can construct spells through science."

In order to enhance his persuasiveness, he explained: "Teacher Wutiao's no-lower-limit technique is to bring the infinite series that converges in the "paradox" of Achilles without a lower limit to reality."

Osamu Dazai: ...

Something is wrong, he thought.

Osamu Dazai took the physics textbook, flipped through a few pages expressionlessly, and skimmed through it roughly. He closed the book with force, and realized that it was definitely a mistake for him to agree to Nanami Jianren to come to school.

He suddenly lost interest in talking to Yuzu Yuhito, he was only going to meet Qihai Jianren, and slipped home after giving him an explanation, but the time passed by second by second, the clock turned a full circle, and he didn't wait for anyone.

Osamu Dazai: ...

"Mr. Knotweed, I have something to do." He stood up with a smile, and the movement of opening the wooden paper door was not as light as usual. While looking down for his mobile phone in his pocket, he was about to ruin Qihai Jianren's beautiful day. Walking in a hurry, it happened that there was another person at the door, and he bumped into it.

Osamu Dazai slowly raised his eyelids, and slowly put the phone back.

"Where are you going?" The man didn't show any intention of moving away. He lowered his head, looked at the boy's fluffy and soft hair, and said casually, "It's still time for class."

"Mr. Gojo." Osamu Dazai took a step back and opened the distance between the two: "Please make way."

"It's not good to skip class in front of the teacher." Gojo Satoru was a little funny, but he didn't expect to meet Osamu Dazai here today: "Ah, by the way, this is a gift for you."

Osamu Dazai stood in the same place coldly. A few seconds later, he smiled and took the delicate bag of sweets. Gojo Satoru had a big smile on his face: "If you want to wait for Nanami..."

"Ok?"

"He asked me to bring you a sentence."

"Sometimes, adults will choose to lie for a specific purpose." Gojo Satoru's voice was filled with a genuine smile.

"He went to work overtime."