I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"No way! Even Dazai-sensei—no, no, no, it's too perfunctory!"

Miwa Kasumi knelt on the clean and tidy tatami, her expression faintly revealing that she was about to collapse, the blue-haired girl's eyes were black and blue as proof - she hadn't slept well for many days in a row.

[Very hard, Miwa-san. ]

[Obviously I have been crushed by work and school to the point of nerve breakdown, and brainwashed myself to convince myself that all of this is worthwhile, for future goals, or even more ambitious ideals. ]

[As long as a layer of meaning or ideal is put on, those boring and ridiculous behaviors are immediately painted to shine. ]

Osamu Dazai smiled softly at her. He was already very handsome, and when he didn't show his abnormality, he just curled the corners of his lips in a polite and gentle way, which made people's heart soften.

Just like a soft and harmless cat, even if it makes a mess in the house, if it meows at people at the demolition site, it is still lovable.

Miwa Kasumi was in a daze for a few seconds. For a while, she even secretly changed the address of Mr. Dazai overnight, but the new address was Tokyo High School of Curse Art. Dazai turned out to be a conjurer...and so on.

Fortunately, before she went out, her boss and colleagues specially forced her to make a military order that "never be soft-hearted to Mr. Xiaosuge", and she copied it by hand a hundred times on white paper desperately last night, and now it finally came in handy.

"No way... Dazai-sensei." Miwa Kasumi said weakly, "Didn't you say that the next volume will be about cursing? Last month you told me that you have already started writing."

"Your writers at the same time have already started to proofread and finalize the draft." She complained full of grief and indignation.

Xia Youjie squatted on the coffee table full of interest, watching the scene in front of him.

Although he knew that Osamu Dazai's book was a bestseller at the national level, he had no real feeling, and Osamu Dazai usually didn't even move his pen—yes, unlike computer typing in the technological age, Dazai's writing method is still old-fashioned and In the old school, if he wants to write something, he will sit at the wooden table and use a pen to write a line of words on the lettered paper, with a strong style.

But now the stationery on the desk has fallen a thin layer of dust.

"Ah." Dazai touched his chin without guilt, full of confidence: "Yes, I have indeed started to write."

Sanlunxia looked at the few pages of letter paper in front of her, her eyes darkened.

It's over, if she can't complete the task, she will be severely reprimanded by her boss when she goes back today, and the decent job she finally got may be cold, the editorial department will probably replace Teacher Dazai with a new editor... Thinking of this, she paused: "But Mr. Dazai, didn't the contract you signed later mean that you can only get the manuscript fee if you complete the entire work?"

Thanks to her efforts, the bookstore showed sincerity, and all the contracts presented were the highest standard of treatment, except for one restrictive clause for writers.

Earn income only after completion.

It is true that there were too many writers who were late and owed manuscripts, and the publishing house was cheated countless times. Finally, they finally figured out the experience. Generally speaking, no matter how talented a writer is, they cannot bear the result of working for the publishing house.

At least try to make an ending.

But Osamu Dazai obviously didn't care about this.

"It doesn't matter, just take out a loan." Osamu Dazai said in an innocent and innocent voice, "Don't you know Miwa-san? The loan system in this country is very convenient!"

Speaking of this, Osamu Dazai's eyes were shining, and he said complacently as if he had taken advantage of it: "I just found out a while ago that adults nowadays are very kind, as long as you open your mouth, there is nothing you can't borrow. Banks are ten thousand times better."

Sanlunxia's face turned blue: "...what did you say?"

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes twice: "I went to the bank to apply for a loan before, but the staff refused to give me a loan no matter what. When I was at a loss, fortunately there was a kind citizen - I just came out of the bank, and he told me, There are actually many ways to get a loan.”

"And there is no limit at all!"

Sanlun Xia's face was pale, and she quickly calculated whether her savings were enough to advance Dazai Osamu first: "How much did you borrow?"

"Hmm." Dazai took it for granted, "All of them."

"Let's think about it, the apartment I bought before and all the decorations inside, daily cash, gift money..." He showed an extremely tricky expression: "I have never been good at numbers and calculations, and I have never paid attention to how much money I spend. , but I borrowed another sum the day before yesterday, and I just happened to pay off the bill from the izakaya.”

Xia Youjie: ...

Sanlun Xia:!

She lived in poverty since she was a child and integrated into society prematurely, so she naturally knew what the loan Osamu Dazai was talking about was.

——The high interest rate, the indulgence in the early stage is only for the horrible debt collection after the loan expires, it is a hell that can directly crush human bones into slag.

"Why do you want to borrow this money!" Miwa Xia said in extreme pain, "If you are short of money, tell me, although my savings are not much, but it will be no problem for you to live on, Mr. Dazai's teacher will let you do this !"

"He taught me to do this?" Osamu Dazai said uncertainly, "This is how we used to get the funds for building houses in the countryside."

"teacher?"

As soon as Gojo Satoru entered the door, he heard the girl's faintly crying roar, and heard Dazai Osamu talking about some country house. The dormitory that was a mess yesterday was now spotlessly clean, and Dazai Osamu sat opposite a young girl with red eyes.

Gojo Satoru: ...

His expression cracked for a moment.

No, is this a reality version of a drama about abandoning his fiancée in the countryside?He exclaimed, closed the door, and sat beside Dazai Osamu very naturally, stretched out his hand to twirl the hair on the side of the boy's ear, and picked up the teacup on the table: "What's wrong?"

Three rounds of Xia: Gojo Satoru!It's a living Wujo Satoru!

"Teacher Wujo." Dazai tilted his head obediently: "Good morning."

"Morning?" Gojo Satoru turned his head and met Sanlun Xia's eyes looking at the scum, and he couldn't help being silent for a while: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

In an instant, after learning that the writer she was in charge of borrowed a bunch of illegal loans, Sanlun Xia experienced the pain of her idol’s house collapse, and the great grief of her life was condensed in a flash——

Her shoulders shook twice.

Gojo Satoru: ...

He really wanted to ask, are you crying?But the familiar feeling of bewilderment was exactly the same as the last time he was trapped into the police station by Osamu Dazai. The white-haired conjurer skillfully took out a candy from his pocket and put it in front of the girl: "Huh? I don't seem to have done it yet." what?"

Then he peeled off another piece of candy, and skillfully pinched the candy to Osamu Dazai's mouth: "Open your mouth."

Seeing this scene, Miwa Kasumi suddenly suffocated her breath, and complained loudly with teary eyes: "You played with Dazai-sensei!"

Dazai's body froze suddenly.

Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked at Dazai Osamu with a blank face.

The puppet cat who was watching everything shrank into a ball, trembling all over, his head was tightly shrunk under his belly, every hair was blown up to the sky, and the tip of the soft hair shook from time to time.

"Mr. Gojo is Mr. Dazai's teacher. Mr. Dazai doesn't know much about society, and he came to Tokyo from the countryside not long ago. Mr. Dazai doesn't even have a smartphone, but you should tell him what he can't touch!" The emotional impact was too intense and he was incoherent: "How can I teach Mr. Dazai to borrow illegal loans? After the due date, those terrible people will definitely come up to block the door..."

Miwa Kasumi guessed everything from the first time she met Osamu Dazai. She questioned Dazai's teacher for a long time. Dazai didn't realize it, but he clearly put together a scum image from a few words. She stared at the opposite Two people, more and more sad.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a long time, and finally figured out the cause and effect. After thinking about it, he burst out laughing.

He immediately switched to a resentful tone, lying on Dazai's shoulder like a cat: "Yes, Zhi, what if the door is blocked by so many scary members of the underground society? Ah, yes, if Zhi lives with the teacher, I will definitely protect you."

Osamu Dazai: ...

Osamu Dazai pushed away the white-haired head on his shoulder without hesitation: "The teacher I'm talking about is not him."

He has never cared about his own style, and mafia has rumors about him and Mori Ogai, but linking the toyed Osamu Dazai with Gojo Satoru really disgusts him—what is the most important benefit can not get.

The blue-haired girl took a deep breath, her emotions seemed to be stepped on the gate suddenly, she moved her lips silently, she didn't know what to say for a moment, and could only utter all meaningless tone words.

Gojo Gojo laughed enough, stretched out his arms, and easily surrounded Dazai, then leaned back with his arms: "Ah, it's okay, even if you really borrowed money, the teacher will still be able to pay it back."

Sanwaxia was in a messy mood, and she opened her mouth to apologize, but was stopped by Gojo Satoru. She nodded and introduced herself. When she mentioned Osamu Dazai's draft, her tone suddenly dropped again: "I guess I'll go back when I go back." to be fired."

Xia Youjie finally couldn't see it, jumped onto the bookshelf, and pulled down a delicate and beautiful metal box with his cat's claws.

Dazai sighed, broke away from Gojo Satoru's hand, and walked over to take the metal box. Inside the box were well-kept letters, signed by the same person.

Qihai built people.

The communication between the two of them was always one-way, and Dazai's replies could be counted on one hand, but Jianren Qihai kept writing to him at a steady and diligent frequency, and over time, he accumulated a thick pile of letters.

"Publish these letters." Dazai said. "In my opinion, these letters are ten thousand times better than my poor writing."

Sanlunxia stared at him blankly, the young man in front of her smiled lightly, her tone was still light, but for the first time she heard something solid in the other party's voice.

"If it wasn't written by you, the publishing house..."

"What I said can't go wrong, Miwa-san, the publisher actually doesn't care what I write, as long as there is the name of Kosuge Yinkichi." He interrupted Miwa Xia unquestionably: "I have already made a statement about these letters. The real information involved has been processed, and a pseudonym is used for the signature——Nanami."

At this moment, the sky had just dawned, and the sunlight finally moved to a suitable angle, and a ray of light just fell on the lid of the box engraved with Xia Chan, and the reflected light spot fell on the boy's soft hair indistinctly, Wutiao Wuwu couldn't understand for no reason. With a heartbeat, he stretched out his hand and shook it towards the beam of light.

Osamu Dazai's eyes fell on the plain letter paper.

"—you can name it whatever you want."