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The black-haired man pointed at the ice cubes in the glass with his fingers, watched the transparent ice cubes sink and float in the brown-red wine, and said lightly: "By the way, Miss Zuoxi, you said you know the future."

Gendi Zoshi filled the small porcelain cup with wine, took a sip, the rich aroma of wine reverberated in the mouth, and the aroma of polished rice filled the tip of the nose.

The jug of wine was almost bottomed out, and his fair cheeks were slightly flushed, waiting for Osamu Dazai's next words.

"So, did my future self succeed in suicide?"

The purple-haired girl turned her head, looked at the man beside her and said as a matter of course: "No, you are still alive and well in your 20s."

Hearing this, the black-haired man narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a very small voice, "Hmm, are you in your 20s?"

The voice was too low, Genji Zuoxi couldn't hear clearly, and looked at the people around him with some doubts: "Mr. Dazai?"

The black-haired man shook his head lightly, and then spread his whole body on the bar counter, sighing and saying, "Hey, why is this—"

"It's so painful that I can still live to be in my 20s. Is this a nightmare?"

"Ah! That's right!" Osamu Dazai suddenly sat up as if he remembered something, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Will it be alcohol poisoning if you mix several different types of wine together?"

Genji Zoshi, who was drinking, couldn't help but paused when he heard this sentence, and said with a complicated face: "Alcoholism seems to be caused by excessive alcohol intake at one time, and it has nothing to do with the type of alcohol."

"So that's it! It means that as long as you drink all the wine here, you can die from alcohol poisoning, right!" The black-haired man stood up, with a little excitement in his tone.

As he said that, Osamu Dazai picked up two empty glasses and poured two full glasses of whiskey. The yellow-brown liquid glistened in the glasses.

"Then let's start with this bottle of whiskey~"

The black-haired man put the two glasses of wine on the table, and the purple-haired girl stared at the wine glasses in front of her in a daze. Maybe the alcohol had paralyzed her brain, and she felt a little dizzy.

Zoki Genji looked up at Osamu Dazai, and asked, "Wait? Why do I have it too? Do you want me to accompany you to die in love?"

The black-haired man was obviously taken aback when he heard this, and then laughed out loud.

Osamu Dazai bent down, stared at her with kite-colored eyes, and spoke slowly, with a tone full of bewitchment.

"Okay~ If there is a lovely young lady like you who dies in love together, the world over there will be very happy~"

Just as Genji Zoshi was about to answer, there was the sound of the store door being pushed open, followed by a strong pressure.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows looking at the direction of the door, and put down the wine glass in his hand.

A footstep sounded, "Tap, tap." The sound was like beating on the heart, making people breathless.

Feeling that the coercion coming from behind is getting stronger and stronger, the air seems to be stagnant, the wine placed on the bar counter overflows the glass due to the huge pressure, and the rich aroma of wine floats in the air.

Zoshi Genji was vigilant, and was about to turn around to look, but before she could turn around, an arm was put on her shoulder, tightly wrapped around her neck, and a warm thing stuck to her. Next to her ear, the next moment, a man's deep voice came along with his moist and hot breath.

"Zoshi, what are you doing?"

Hearing this voice, Genji Saki was stunned. The itching in her ears made her feel hot, and she turned her head to look.

She saw a white-haired man sticking to her side, with a look of anger flashing in the blue eyes under the sunglasses.

Who made him angry again?

Wait, why is Gojo Satoru here?

Genji Saki asked in a rather puzzled tone: "Mr. Wujo? Why did you come to Yokohama?"

The white-haired man just glanced at her, without any intention of answering her, and turned his head to look at the still full glass of whiskey on the bar counter.

"Huh? Zuo Xi, did the teacher say that before?"

Gojo Satoru reached out to pick up the glass on the table.

Genji Zuoxi felt the hand around her neck tightened a little more. The man's strength made her a little out of breath.

Just when she was about to push Gojo Satoru away, a man's voice suddenly came from her ear.

"Wei, Cheng, Nian, no, quasi, drink, drink!!"

Then, before Zoshi Genji could stop him, he saw Gojo Satoru directly drank the glass of whiskey that belonged to her in his hand.

Genji Zuoxi felt that he hadn't had a pupil earthquake for a long time.

Now she was looking at the white-haired man beside her in shock.

???

No, you should be sober! !

Gojo Satoru, aren't you always drunk? !

That's a whole glass of whiskey over 40 degrees! ! ?

Can you, a teetotaler, really not get alcohol poisoning if you drink it? ?

Just when Genji Zoki was about to ask about Gojo Satoru's condition, the arms around his neck suddenly tightened, and the next moment, a strong sense of weightlessness swept over his whole body.

"Clang clang."

The empty glass fell on the floor of the bar. Osamu Dazai picked up the glass that had fallen on the ground, and then looked at the empty shop.

Recalling the way the white-haired man looked at him just now, the black-haired man curled up a meaningful smile, "Hey~ Is it just the teacher?"

.......

When Zoshi Genji opened his eyes again, he was already in a room.

The room was not big, and the lights were not turned on, so I could only vaguely see the scene in front of me with the help of the moonlight outside the window.

After she stood still, Gojo Satoru let her go, and the white-haired man staggered a few steps forward, and finally sat down directly against the wall.

Genji Zoshi was a little worried, and hurried over. The white-haired man's black sunglasses that had been hanging on his face had fallen somewhere, and his eyes were closed tightly. Through the moonlight, it seemed that the man's face was a little red.

Gojo Satoru doesn't look very good.

Genji Zoshi knelt down, shook the white-haired man's shoulder lightly, and said with some concern: "Teacher Wutiao, wake up, if you sleep here, you will catch a cold—"

Suddenly, a huge pulling force hit, interrupting the girl's words so violently.

The girl's wrist was tightly held by the man, and she fell down due to the sudden pull.

Zoshi Genji stared at the person in front of him in a daze. The white-haired man opened his blue eyes and looked at her intently.

Now she is almost hugged by Gojo Satoru, and she can still feel the warmth of another person through the clothes under her body.

The distance between the two was so close that she could even feel the alcohol smell in the man's warm breath.

For some reason, Zoshi Gendou felt his whole body start to heat up, and even his breathing became a little short.

"Zoxi." Suddenly, a deep voice came.

Suddenly being called by his name, Zoshi Genji's heart beat faster, and he asked cautiously.

"Teacher Wutiao?"

The white-haired man didn't answer, but just raised his hand and stroked her forehead with his fingertips, as if he wanted to confirm something. The man was a bit strong, and there was a faint tingling pain when his fingers rubbed against the skin.

Zoshi Genji didn't dodge, his pale golden pupils stared straight at the blue eyes of the white-haired man.

Suddenly, those jewel-like eyes blinked, and the white eyelashes trembled in the air.

The next moment, it seemed that some crystal clear liquid flowed from the corner of the man's eyes, slid down his face, and dripped on the back of her hand.

The warm liquid exploded on the surface of the skin, Zaki Genji was stunned, and looked down at the back of his hand.

As if being burned by something hot, there were tingling pains on the skin.

The purple-haired girl suddenly came to her senses, raised her head abruptly, and looked at the white-haired man in front of her in surprise.

The corners of Gojo Satoru's eyes were slightly red, the pupils were slightly moist, and there were a few drops of water hanging on the slender white eyelashes, shining like pearls under the moonlight.

"Teacher Wutiao, you..."

The white-haired man gently raised his hand and stroked his cheek. He paused for a moment when his fingers touched the wetness, and a flash of fleeting surprise flashed in his blue pupils.

"Hahahahaha-"

The next moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed.

As if he had figured something out, there was a little carelessness and joy in his laughter.

There was a trace of doubt in Genji Zoshi's heart, and when she looked at Gojo Satoru again, her breathing suddenly stagnated.

The way the white-haired man looked at her changed, and the intense and aggressive gaze made her muscles and nerves instantly tense, and her heartbeat seemed to speed up again.

Gendi Zoshi felt like a prey being targeted by a hunter, and he was a little scared but also mixed with a trace of expectation.

what happened?

Gojo Satoru took a panoramic view of the girl's reaction in front of him, looked at the purple-haired girl who had obviously sensed something, a smile appeared on his lips, and said slowly: "Zoxi."

Zoshi Genji trembled when his name was called so suddenly, the girl looked at him nervously.

The smile on Wujou's mouth widened, and he continued, with full of bewitchment and inducement in his words: "You once said that you want to be my trump card, right? Why?"

Zoshi Genji looked at the man in front of him in surprise, her suggestive words made her feel a little hot all over, her hands unconsciously clenched the clothes of the person under her, her mind was not sober because of the alcohol.

Why did Wujo Satoru ask such a question?

Genji Zoshi did not know.

But she only knows one thing.

own answer.

Very, very important.

"Plop, plop."

Now her mind is blank, and she can't hear anything except her own rapid heartbeat.

What is she going to say?

do not know.

But if she doesn't say it, she will regret it.

"Plop, plop."

Zoshi Genji licked his somewhat dry lips, opened his mouth slowly, and spit out a few words intermittently: "Because..."

The white-haired man stared at her patiently, and the smile on his lips did not show any signs of fading.

Gendi Zohi paused, raised his eyes, met the azure blue, and opened his mouth slowly.

"I want to...stand by your side."

Just when she finished the last word, the back of her head was suddenly fixed by the man's palm. Before Zoshi Genji could react, the white-haired man suddenly leaned over.

too close!

Feeling Gojo Satoru's breath spraying on his face, Zoki Genji shrank back involuntarily.

Suddenly, a man said with a smile in his ear.

"If you don't want to, you can refuse~"

The next moment, a warm touch came from his lips.

Gently, like a superficial touch.

When Zoshi Genji reacted, only the smell of wine mixed with tears remained on his lips.

After pursing his lips, he realized that it was a sour and complicated smell——

bitterness.