I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Gojo Satoru wrote a song.

He wrote the song this time according to the melody and rhythm of the textbook, but Osamu Dazai didn't know which nerve was wrong-this person has a lot of problems recently, Gojo Satoru has already felt that something is changing them The way of getting along with each other is like the kind of deep-sea undercurrent that can wash away icebergs in the Arctic Ocean. In short, Osamu Dazai doesn't know why he is particularly dissatisfied with his song.

"If you're not satisfied, why don't you tell me what's wrong?"

"Rewrite!"

"Writing this stuff is exhausting even for me!"

"Rewrite!"

Osamu Dazai seems to be determined to torment him, no matter what, he must rewrite it, and he will never give in. Gojo Satoru is going to be blown up by his tricks - the first edition he wrote has long been sold The other party was quite satisfied, but Osamu Dazai was different. It was obviously a hundred times more difficult to please him than to satisfy the most tricky Party A in the world.

Gojo Satoru threw the keyboard aside: "At least I wrote it, what about yours? Didn't you want to write it? It's been more than a year, where is yours now?"

Osamu Dazai sat on the sofa with his eyes downcast. The evening primrose he brought back this summer had long since ceased to bloom, and a pot died. The empty flower pot was used by Osamu Dazai to pour the tea from the bottom of the cup. He went to the kitchen to pick it up. He came over with a kettle, filled his thermos cup, took another sip of tea, and then raised his head: "What to write, what is there to write?"

Wujo Wu: "Then you still go out to gather folk songs?"

He clicked on the document belonging to Dazai Osamu on the broken laptop, and he could already see the man's remarkable literary talents with just a few words, but Dazai Osamu coaxed him with a smile: "This is how you can get inspiration."

Gojo Satoru frowned in disgust.

He didn't know what Dazai Osamu was doing with the so-called wind-gathering, and he didn't want to ask, but the wind-gathering undoubtedly became the direct cause of their quarrels, and every time it was Gojo Satoru who started it, when Dazai came back covered in alcohol mixed with perfume , he always thought of throwing this man out to sleep on the street.

But he was not happy about this. Osamu Dazai must not be able to sleep for long when he slept on the street. He was picked up by other people when he was half asleep. When he came back, he could smell the smell from three meters away—that kind of sensuality. breath.

He wondered if Osamu Dazai had some psychological problems. For example, he had seen a movie in which the heroine suffered from habitual derailment, but Osamu Dazai's morbidity and suicidality were part of this person, no? Affecting his psychological problems, but setting aside these factors Dazai Osamu can no longer be Dazai Osamu.

On the topic of how to smooth your cat's fur, Osamu Dazai undoubtedly won and could not win again. He stroked the delicate white-haired and blue-eyed cat so that the tail was comfortable and straight. Gojo Satoru temporarily forgot about this person It was completely clean, and was fooled into changing the tune again. After changing it, he became very irritable, so he reached out and snatched the game that Osamu Dazai was playing, and sat down on the ground with an ocky stick in his mouth.

Osamu Dazai was not angry when his game console was taken away, so he held his small thermos cup and drank tea. Out of the corner of his vision, Gojo Satoru could see the mist rising from the cup enveloping the man's pretty eyes, and the white sweater on his body covered him. The slow, scumbag smell of the suit was completely wiped out.

Although Gojo Satoru was able to pick and choose Dazai Osamu's suit for half an hour non-stop, but in all fairness, he still liked Dazai Osamu's suit, especially when he was nailed to the wall, he broke off the two suits. Long legs in fine cashmere suit pants, a black sock covering the beautiful ankle, and shiny lambskin shoes dangling in the air——

"Where's your shirt?" Gojo Satoru asked suddenly.

"Sent to dry cleaning."

Gojo Satoru let out an oh, and continued to play the game absent-mindedly, but he didn't finish a level. The light bulb made a "boom--" short circuit, and Osamu Dazai turned on the computer at some point, and the screen of the two of them suddenly went black. , Osamu Dazai closed the lid of the laptop: "Did you not pay the electricity bill?"

Gojo Satoru was innocently wronged, so he grabbed this man, took a bite of his Adam's apple, and then stood up to check the circuit, but the circuit in a place like Radium Boulevard was a mess, and the skills he had learned from physics books before It was useless at all, Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets as usual, like a beautiful waste, and at most handed out needle-nose pliers.

Laughing to death, it can't be repaired at all.

Wujo Wutiao spent a long time repairing the broken circuit, and finally he had to give up. The Internet surfer ran out of electricity, no less than a fish out of water. He walked round and round in the tin hut. Rubbing the flowers and leaves, he walked around the door for a while. Osamu Dazai formed a sharp contrast with him. This man folded his hands on the back of his head and lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed.

Wujo realizes that if you are not happy, you must do it, and others will not be happy.

Osamu Dazai lost his temper when he disturbed him, he sat up propped up, and asked what are you going to do, Gojo Satoru blinked his beautiful big blue eyes, and leaned towards you purely, fuck you?

Osamu Dazai curled the corner of his lips lazily, took out the cigarette case from under the pillow, took out a cigarette, held it between his lips, and lit it with a match, all because he was too lazy to touch it.

……

But the power outage lasted at least one night. This little activity is definitely not enough. Gojo Satoru went to bed too early. Blood revived, and when he lowered his head, he found Osamu Dazai was staring at the small window on the wall, his expression was a little tired, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

The house is dilapidated, but the lighting is not bad. The pale moonlight slanted in from outside. Osamu Dazai was just outside the beam of light, and his whole body was shrouded in shadow. , dark and heavy, looking cold and indifferent.

"Is there anything out there?"

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze: "There is nothing."

Gojo Satoru was attracted by the window, and squinted his eyes to make the vision clearer: "There are so many stars—look, today is the best day in Yokohama during this period of time."

After the power outage, people suddenly became idle. He put on his shoes and stood outside for a while, then excitedly carried Osamu Dazai, who was as boneless as a mackerel, out. It was wet and cold, and as soon as Gojo Satoru lowered his head, he found that Osamu Dazai didn't look at the sky at all, but stared at him with his face sideways, and there was an inexplicable gleam in the kite-colored eyes he had kissed.

His first reaction was that he didn't wipe his face after eating the cake at night.

He rubbed his face with his fingers, but of course he didn't touch anything. He didn't know why Dazai Osamu's expression made him a little uncomfortable, so he smiled and pressed the man into his arms, circling the place with his fingers. The soft hair on the side of the ear, the other hand touched a piece of candy from the opponent's pocket and stuffed it into his mouth - his sugar bowl was basically Dazai Osamu's pocket, and he could find some candy from it at any time.

Osamu Dazai let Gojo Satoru do his work for a long time, when he suddenly heard the muffled voice above his head: "Let's live in another place."

Before he could respond, Gojo Satoru continued, feeling that he had already considered this matter for a long time: "Without the magic power, the Six Eyes can't be used. Going back to my original world is not a problem that can be solved in just a few years. In this way, we don’t need to live here, it’s better to change to a high-rise apartment.”

In fact, there is no reason for them to live in a particularly tight situation. Gojo Satoru spends most of the day pondering the relationship between spell power and world transformation, and doesn't spend much time making money. Osamu Dazai is even more perfunctory. His spending habits Terrible, always splurge and clean the first time, but really ask if they could move somewhere - no problem at all.

Osamu Dazai responded slowly, while thinking about where else is completely out of sight of the port mafia: "Yes, you can choose."

Gojo Satoru was a bit unexpected, he thought that Osamu Dazai had a special liking for this poor place, otherwise he would just find a pure young lady to eat some soft food, and he wouldn't have to go back to such a difficult place: "After I finish choosing, you come Payment?"

"Row."

"I also want to go to the observatory in Brussels to look at the stars."

Osamu Dazai thought to himself that this person really got his nose in the face, but the lesson he has learned in the past two years is not to accompany Gojo Satoru, he can't do this at all, and the second lesson is to keep silent properly.

Why is it like a useless husband in the Showa era.

But he was forced by Gojo Gojo with his curly hair to force him to agree, and then he heard Gojo Gojo melancholy about what name he should name the song he wrote. Osamu Dazai listened to it for a while: "Xingyang?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at him in disgust: "No, what a terrible name you came up with."

"The Spring of Fiction? The Flower of Daoization?"

"It's getting worse."

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets: "Then what name do you think of?"

"Circumhorizon arc, lysogen, topological isomerism, ten-motif element, Kelvin Helmholm magnetic wave..." Gojo Satoru stretched out a finger after saying a name, as smoothly as ordering: "Phase-locked loop ?”

Osamu Dazai: "...do you have a second illness?"

He suddenly felt that wasting time with this troublesome thing was a mental illness, but Gojo Satoru was still pulling his collar and asking him what the name of the phase-locked loop was. He heard the name was unbelievable: " Does the name mean anything?"

"No."

"Then how did you come up with the name PLL?"

"?"

Osamu Dazai was turned over by Gojo Satoru. He inexplicably cast his eyes on the man's face, and Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and spoke quickly: "The phase-locked loop uses the voltage generated by phase synchronization to tune the loop." A voltage controlled oscillator to generate a negative feedback control system at a target frequency, controlled by a phase detector filter..."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Impressed.

What a loss for the scientific community to lose this heartthrob.

In fact, Gojo Satoru is really good at everything that is partial to science and engineering, especially physics. He has a particularly in-depth study of physics and mathematics, and his level is extremely high.

——It’s just that this person uses physics and mathematics to engage in metaphysics.

In the end, the song was still named phase-locked loop. Osamu Dazai was forced to agree to Wujo Satoru's extraordinary taste, and then he was forced to agree to write an article praising his excellent taste. After a long time of tossing, the cat finally calmed down and went to Looking at the stars, Osamu Dazai stared at those beautiful blue eyes that seemed to fall into thousands of stars for a while: "What's wrong with your eyesight?"

"Playing too many games, I'm nearsighted." Wujo Satoru replied casually.