I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Different from the dimly lit tavern before, Jianren Qihai pushed open the door of a wooden-looking shop familiarly. The entrance was a rockery flower arrangement and a girl with a Japanese-style hair bun. He turned sideways and found the boy in the He blinked his eyes when he entered the door, and then gave a fake smile.

Thinking about it carefully, he had never seen this kid smile sincerely.

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face is not so much a reflection of the master's mood, but rather a look to match the scene. Just like now, he lifted the corners of his mouth full of gratitude and said softly.

"Mr. Qihai is indeed a good person. The ingredients here must be expensive and delicate materials, which are quite expensive. For a person like me, the canned crab meat in convenience stores is already luxurious enough."

Qihai Jianren responded noncommittally.

lie.

Perhaps it was due to age restrictions, or Dazai was too lazy to hide himself from him, Nanami guessed it was the latter—

Because Dazai clearly fit into this kind of place perfectly, he was obviously wearing a modern shirt jacket, but he habitually nodded slightly when he entered the door, and his steps suddenly became calm.

With just one movement, the kind of aura that can only be cultivated in an ancient family with many rules, suddenly poured out.

The civilization of this country originated from overseas, but the upper class could not have the background of coming from all over the world like that country, so the government paid attention to the details as much as possible. In the past 1000 years, the entire nation has regarded the poor and dilapidated atmosphere of the past as a tradition. Create some high and low, and be proud of it.

A western-style luxury cruise ship can't compare to a traditional Japanese-style Japanese house, and the western clothes that I have spent so much time buying can't compare to what my mother put on at the bottom of the box ten years ago.

decadent elegance.

Back at this shop, the cook is the silver rice fairy who has only cooked rice for decades, the sushi is the eldest son of the family, even the old-fashioned sushi at the door has cracks and has been carefully spread evenly with tung oil. Pillars have their own stories, and customers show their nobility through these stories and tedious steps.

Stores will also take special care of customers who understand this set of rules.

Dazai's eyeballs, which were not covered by the bandages, quickly flashed a mocking light.

The obedient waitress greeted Dazai very graciously, and even though the more mature Nanami Jianren was in front of Dazai, she showed Dazai the specially trained etiquette without hesitation.

As for Qi Hai, she was still very polite, but the meaning between her actions seemed to regard Qi Hai as a retainer who specially accompanied the little master in the former master's house.

Dazai ignored the woman's earnestness, he just lowered his eyes, walked wearily through the corridor, his steps carried a dignified rhythm, and when he passed the entrance, the bamboo wood used for adding water made a crisp sound on the bluestone——

Boom!

Until the crab meat dish served on the wooden tray, Dazai Osamu still maintained a bored look, and the carved wooden chopsticks poked open the crab claws casually, and he didn't see the previous lively begging in the izakaya, wanting to eat The look of crab meat dishes.

A woman in a kimono sits kneeling on a tatami mat, refilling tea for guests meticulously.

Jianren Qihai watched coldly for a while: "Go out."

The woman raised her eyes in confusion and panic, looking at Dazai.

Jianren Qihai: "Go out."

It was rare for him to be so tough on a woman. At his insistence, the woman saluted the two of them before leaving the room.

Dazai frowned, put the crab meat in his mouth gracefully, chewed it in small bites, Jianren Qihai sighed: "Not to your liking?"

Osamu Dazai said solemnly: "Ah, how could it be, I would be satisfied if someone invites you..."

His ending sound blended into the air lightly, Qihai Jianren heard the words, and tapped the table with his finger bones: "If you don't like it, change to another one."

Osamu Dazai's dislike of this kind of occasion has been revealed in another way without any falsehood. The reason why Jianren Nanami can detect it is thanks to his status as a conjurer. A high-level conjurer has negative emotions towards human beings. quite sensitive.

If it were someone else, ten times out of ten they would mistake the boy's sudden respectful attitude for nervousness, and become elated——

Even that Dazai, who is just a brat, would still be overwhelmed by such a luxurious occasion.

Osamu Dazai said "canned crab meat is luxurious enough for him" before entering the door, but it came from the heart. The elder pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly, not knowing what to say for a while.

——Osamu Dazai will quietly confide a few words of truth in some places that are not discovered at all and hidden to the smallest detail.

Really bad character.

Jianren Qihai said calmly: "Little ghost, I brought you here because this is the best place I can afford, but the reason why adults are adults is that they have the right to make choices when they are unhappy. It's a pity to waste this table of food, but you don't have to force yourself."

His original intention was not to bring Dazai to perform.

Dazai blinked unexpectedly, revealing a slightly subtle expression.

He is really not good at dealing with people like Jianren Qihai, but he admires him unexpectedly. It is his choice to leave the magic world that stumbles him, and it is also his choice to work in a company. In the end, he will go back and continue to be a magician. his choice.

It is great to be able to make a choice once, but Qihai Jianren chooses freely.

This kind of man who is always accompanied by curses, who has killed countless curse spirits and lost many companions in the past, can calmly and calmly invite a kid who hangs around izakaya to have a luxurious meal.

What a strange man, Dazai thought.

At this time, the older blond man showed a confused expression as if he couldn't keep up with the times and couldn't understand the young people: "...Is this restaurant terrible?"

He frowned and swallowed the crab meat dish: "Little devil, if you are too pampered, you will not be able to adapt to society and will be eliminated by society."

Dazai's childish arcs in the corners of his eyes suddenly widened, and he stared fixedly at Nanami Jianren, like a jammed machine. After a few seconds, the boy laughed out loud. As if losing his strength, he lay down on the table without manners, and laughter continued to overflow from his lips.

The exposed eye, because of the wet eyelashes from the smile, looked bright.

"Seven seas."

"Ok?"

"It's not bad." The boy sat up straight all of a sudden: "It's delicious, the stew and the ingredients are very particular, but—!"

"but?"

"But it's too expensive." Dazai was like a mackerel whose bones had been taken out, unable to fall back, but Jianren Qihai poured shochu into the cup in a normal way: "It's not your age to consider whether it's expensive or not." Yes."

Dazai wrinkled his nose and complained in a child's coquettish tone to an adult: "How could it be! My house in the country is already dilapidated, I can't pay my salary, and I can't provide corresponding tools for my servants."

"There are slugs growing in the house, let's forget about the debts, and I still owe a lot of money to the bank-my teacher has already gone to talk to the person in charge, begging pitifully for a few more days of grace, let's settle the matter after a few more days of grace .”

Jianren Qihai: ...Ah.

Is it that bad?

As he listened, his face gradually became blank. What the other party said had surpassed the "common sense" he was used to, so Osamu Dazai was indeed a son of a poor family. circumstances.

He wanted to suggest that Dazai, like Yuzu Yuhito, go to work part-time after school, and the hourly salary can at least cover daily expenses, but looking at Dazai's face, he couldn't utter this suggestion——

It is impossible to imagine that Osamu Dazai would spend his youth in a convenience store like an ordinary high school student. Maybe he is more suitable for knocking on any store in Ginza, smiling frivolously, saying a few words, and prying large sums of money from women's wallets.

No.

Dazai saw Jianren Qihai's eyes as if looking at a lamb that was about to get lost, rolled his eyes, suppressed the smile on his lips, wiped his face again, and sighed sadly: "Qihai, I only have 50 yuan left in my whole body. gone."

Seven Seas:  …

"50 dollars."

Seven Seas:  …

Jianren Qihai stared blankly at the opposite side, and after a while, he choked out a sentence: "Let's write a book."

"Writing a book?"

A flash of inspiration flashed across, Qihai Jianren paused, and fluently expressed his idea: "Yes, writing."

"In this country, nothing is more respected than a literati. Even if a writer who is not well-known will be ridiculed, the word writer itself has accumulated heavy respect. I recently read a book. Teacher Beiyuan's thoughts are quite Sobering."

Jianren Qihai: "At your age, writing a book is a very upstanding act. The experience of earning manuscript fees by writing is also a good resume for entering the society in the future."

Osamu Dazai held his face exaggeratedly: "Wow - writing a book! Nanami is really interesting, and she can come up with such a good idea!"

Jianren Nanami sighed again, if sighing could really shorten his life, he would have shortened his life by 20 years by staying with Dazai tonight.

Even so, he didn't have any adult-specific arrogance in him, he just looked at Dazai seriously with a quiet voice.

"If it were you, you would definitely be able to write wonderful things."

He didn't doubt the ability of a young and weak boy at all, and the sentences he said came from the heart.

……

Tokyo Metropolitan Magic High School.

The door of Gojo Wu's room was pushed open by Hirohito Kojou, facing the awakened teacher, the pink-haired boy showed his head anxiously: "Teacher Gojo."

"Miss Jiajin asked me to tell you that Miss Saki, who was rescued today, is already awake."