I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Kojou Yuhito somehow felt that the atmosphere was becoming sinister. He didn't quite understand what happened, but the atmosphere between Dazai-san and Gojo-sensei seemed to be getting worse.

The white-haired man's sunglasses rested loosely on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes, like the ever-spreading blue sky, looked down on Osamu Dazai.

Dazai and Gojo Satoru looked at each other for a moment, then looked away immediately, paused, gathered the overlong black coat, and returned to the seat, the heels of the leather shoes and the wooden floor made a crisp and rhythmic sound .

He didn't take off his shoes before entering the Japanese-style room like Kozu Yuuhito before, and his sitting posture was also incompatible with the atmosphere of the Japanese-style room, full of looseness, but this time he straightened his back, lowered his head, and read the pages without saying a word. Looking at the physics book in front of me.

"Dazai, don't you have something else to do?" Hirohito Kojou asked uncertainly, "Teacher Gojo—"

"Not now." Osamu Dazai replied casually.

"Hey——" Gojo Satoru drew a long tone, sighed with unknown meaning, and walked in unsteadily, with a smile on his face that he saw fun when he was bored.

Very interesting, this brat.

Osamu Dazai is like a really good student at this moment. He didn't take out the game console under the eyes of Mori Ogai like in the past, and he didn't scribble on the book mischievously. Instead, he devoted himself to the book.

Always maintain a straight posture, only those who have received training in this area can do it. The pink-haired boy has quickly changed from full of passion to the appearance of losing his soul, but Osamu Dazai still maintains good etiquette. If Nakahara also sees this scene , he probably thought he was crazy.

After all, Osamu Dazai always has an undignified posture at all times, but now, he is like a weak young deer, unfortunately being pinned down by a full-fledged lion, with nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape ——Can only be forced to put away his antlers that have not yet shed their fluff, show his obedience under the absolute power gap, and bet that the other party may let him go on a whim.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai's mood undoubtedly fell to the bottom.

In fact, from the first time he met Gojo Satoru, he made the judgment of "completely stay away". If he was asked to choose the kind of person he was least willing to deal with, Gojo Satoru would undoubtedly be at the top of the list.

He has always disliked things that are too absolute.

Nakahara Chuya's enthusiasm for the world, Mori Ogai's paranoia about the organization, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's obsession with the meaning of life... He will be bored by people who are too stupid or too smart, but Gojo Satoru himself is controlled by countless people. An [absolute] individual.

Absolutely strong, absolutely sane, absolutely sober, with a bit of divinity that has not been dissipated, and inhuman traits are revealed in every gesture.

Osamu Dazai's mood was extremely bad, but he forcibly suppressed those thoughts. Just as Gojo Satoru judged, he was very sensible and didn't like to ask for trouble. After seeing the essence of Gojo Satoru, he instinctively deduced that out the optimal solution.

obey him.

**

If you don't consider the inner activities of the three people, the scene in front of you is quite harmonious, but Yuzu Yujin is less and less interested in reviewing, and Fujimat has also become inexplicably irritating. And want to -

The white-haired man leaned against the corner casually, with one leg bent, flipping through comic books with a smile, his eyes tightly covered by sunglasses.

"Youren." Gojo Gojo didn't raise his head: "What's the matter?"

Knotashi Yuhito was taken aback, and he couldn't explain: "Teacher Gojo, what are you doing here? It's really too much to watch juvenile jump while others are reviewing, and you can really see things clearly with this kind of light wearing sunglasses ?"

Gojo Satoru closed the book with one hand: "Of course I can't see it!"

"Actually, my eyesight has always been very poor, and recently I can hardly even see the road." He looked melancholy: "What should I do, Yuren, the only good thing is that the clerk of Xijiufu will give me an extra macaron .”

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Huh?"

Gojo Wujo clenched his fist with his right hand, tapped the palm of his left hand, and suddenly realized: "Yes, come with me after Zhizhi, so that we can get two macarons."

Knotweed Yuren: ...

Because neither of you can get two eyes together?He glanced at Dazai, thinking that if Gojo Satoru brought Dazai Osamu, he might be able to cheat a box of macarons. The latter looked too miserable, his right eye was covered with a bandage, and a piece of gauze was pasted on his left cheek. He was thin and thin, his face was pale, and he looked like he had been ill for a long time.

"Ah, that's right." Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered something again: "Youren, I suddenly remembered that Noctua has something to look for you."

Knotweed Yuren: ...

"Now?"

"No, probably before I came." He glanced at the wall clock on the wall: "Three and a half hours ago, he was probably still waiting for you in the main hall."

Knotabagi Youruhito lost all color in an instant, he slowed down, collected himself, and ran out, his left leg had already stepped out of the Japanese room, and he looked back at the two of them very intuitively.

"It's okay, it's okay." Gojo Satoru waved at him with a smile: "Does Youruhito think we can't get along well?"

This is true. Although Mr. Wutiao usually looks very serious, he is actually a very good teacher who is very reliable and strong. He put aside his worries, put on his sneakers, and sprinted towards the main hall with all his strength.

"...Isn't it, Zhi?"

In the Japanese room, Gojo Satoru withdrew his smile and looked at Dazai with an unpredictable expression. He casually threw the comic book on the ground, stood up, dragged out the chair in front of Dazai's seat, and sat down, swaying his body sideways.

Dazai stared at him expressionlessly, and after a while, he seemed to change his face, and skillfully pulled out a flattering smile: "That depends on Wujo-sensei."

Gojo Satoru sighed.

"To be honest, you are really troublesome." He said mercilessly: "You are so weak that you can be killed easily, but you still have troublesome abilities. It's not good to be dead, and it's not good to be alive."

Dazai is not very used to Gojo Satoru's way of speaking. He is used to talking nonsense and playing riddles with a group of adults with ulterior motives, but Gojo Satoru is unbelievably magnanimous, saying whatever he thinks.

They are simply not fully evolved monkeys.

Dazai Osamu didn't change his smile: "Actually, I really want to die directly. If you didn't meddle in your own business, I should be in Huangquan Hirazaka by now."

Gojo Satoru chuckled lightly.

He saved Dazaizhi only because of a momentary soft heart, seeing him lying alone in a pool of blood, unknowingly, Dazaizhi's figure overlapped with the girl back then, and he thought of Xia Youjie for a moment, if he had done it differently then , maybe Xia Youjie is still alive.

"As I said, it will be very troublesome if you die." Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "Your corpse will be used by others. Even if you are burned to ashes, there are spells that can use your remnants. In short, It's too much trouble for me to die."

"But it's also troublesome for me to live." Dazai raised his eyelids unhurriedly: "A person who can invalidate spells, if he chooses to join another camp, Mr. Wujo, the enemy already has internal support, you are indeed very Great, but what about your students?"

"I've always thought that being alive is more troublesome than being dead."

"It doesn't matter." Gojo Satoru raised his index finger and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter to me whether you are alive or not."

He rested his chin on the back of the chair, tilted his head slightly, and spoke extremely calmly, as if stating the absolute truth.

"Because I'm strong."

Osamu Dazai's smile suddenly darkened, and he gently pressed the tip of his tongue against the deep teeth, feeling extremely displeased, but there was nothing wrong with Gojo Satoru's words.

"But you are too weak, so those rotten oranges on the upper floor held a meeting for you all day, and they probably have to chop you up." Gojo Satoru said lazily: "Don't even think about the death penalty, I can only pray that it won't kill you." It’s going to be too painful to live.”

"Even if it is an excellent target to use, when it cannot be used, the first thing to consider is to make the enemy unable to use it." Dazai Osamu looked at the man in front of him indifferently, and showed a warm smile: "Then."

He calmly and relaxed: "What is your conclusion? Torture? Body modification? Destruction of personality?"

Gojo Satoru watched him with interest for a while, his shoulders trembled, and he laughed out loud.

He smiled without image, his feet were on the beam of the chair, his arms were crossed on Dazai Osamu's desk, his whole body was trembling with laughter, as if he couldn't laugh enough, Dazai Osamu waited quietly for a while, then stood up abruptly .

"……Well!"

He was staggered unceremoniously by Gojo Satoru, and the white-haired man grabbed his windbreaker and pulled him back to the chair without refusal.

"rule."

"You seem to have misunderstood me a lot." Wujo Wu let go of his hand, his voice trembling with laughter: "I'm not a villain, no matter how you say it, I'm still a good person."

"Let's get down to business." Gojo Satoru blinked: "Although the curse spirit is terrifying, the college is a serious school, the one registered by the government, so none of the things you said will happen!"

Dazai: ...

Mori Co., Ltd. is also a government-registered company.

"All in all." Gojo Satoru said with a face that he was about to praise me as a good person: "I asked Yidizhi to send a message to some people, saying that you will officially enter a college in the future, and I will teach you so that you can quickly have yourself. ability to protect."

Dazai looked at him indifferently.

There was a smile on Gojo Satoru's lips, he paused deliberately, Liuyan didn't let go of Dazai's slight expression, and pinched the opponent's resistance just when it reached its peak, he smiled and leaned forward a little bit like a cute.

"I forgot to mention that those rotten oranges on the upper floor also made a request in exchange."

"what?"

Gojo Satoru crossed his legs and tapped the table with his index finger in boredom: "As long as you go out of the scope of the high school, you need to follow me all the time, just like raising a pet dog, never leave."

"If you are disobedient, I will be very distressed."

The knocking stopped abruptly.

"so……"

He pulled down the sunglasses casually. Gojo Satoru's appearance was originally aggressive, with sharp inner and outer corners of the eyes. At this moment, the blue eyes stared sharply and urgently at Osamu Dazai. , the sense of inhumanity that Osamu Dazai has been resisting unceasingly poured out without reservation.

Gojo Satoru pulled the corner of his lips.

Almost out of control madness.

"Remember to be good."