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The energy of the magic book is increasing bit by bit. Before finding the right task, Fenghe can only rely on "Dazai Osamu" to scrape the energy out.

After cooking, singing, dancing, sleeping and other eighteen martial arts skills, Feng He found that "Dazai Osamu" is really difficult to figure out.

Sometimes she was so tired that her energy didn't move at all, sometimes she gave up treatment and acted like a thoughtless kitten sleeping on top of "Osamu Dazai" and her energy rose by one star.

outrageous.

The hobby of "Osamu Dazai" has almost been betrayed by Osamu Dazai.

Fenghe prescribes strong medicine to the symptoms one by one.

For example, eating crabs.

If you want to ask Dazai Osamu if there is anything more delicious than crab in the world, it can only be a bowl of peeled crab powder.

So Fenghe immediately used the account of "Dazai Zhi" to buy a whole set of crab peeling tools online.This world is the only one where she doesn't have to worry about money. She secretly checked the balance of "Osamu Dazai", which is completely enough for her to spend during the mission!

To be honest, when Fenghe used to eat crabs at home, he would eat them directly. He never knew that after cutting off the small feet of the crab legs, he could push out the meat from the thighs completely!How many crab legs had she wasted before?Fenghe was heartbroken.

Because the freshly steamed crabs were so fragrant, Feng He couldn't help himself and killed three of them.

When she was discovered by "Osamu Dazai", she had crab vinegar and oil all over her hands.

The young man leaned against the door and showed a helpless smile: "Why are you hiding here alone and stealing food?" There were traces of crab vinegar and crab roe on the girl's mouth, and she looked like a child who hadn't been fed enough by the owner. cat.

Guiltyly, Feng He pushed the peeled small dish forward: "This is for you."

"Osamu Dazai" raised his eyebrows, held the girl's wrist and looked at the half-eaten crab legs that she still held in her hand: "All of them?"

Feng He, whose conscience was greatly condemned, silently covered his heart: "All."

Judging from the increased energy in the magic book, although there was a little accident in eating crabs, the ending was good.

Fenghe took advantage of the victory to pursue, and at the instigation of everyone in the magic book, he planned to have a drink and talk with "Dazai Zhi".

"It feels like this kind of hobby is very middle-aged..." Feng He shot unconsciously: "It seems like something only people in their 40s would do."

……

Whoosh whoosh.

Several literary giants who had this hobby before their forties felt that they had been shot in the knee by an arrow.

"Hasn't Little Fuhe ever drunk alcohol?" Osamu Dazai looked at Fenghe who was studying which wine to choose, put his chin on the girl's left shoulder, and tapped the touch screen from the right side: "Look at this."

Feng He followed the page called by Dazai Osamu: "Underage is forbidden to drink alcohol? It's the same in Japan, right?"

Someone who was not bound by the rules silently looked away.

"But it's not that I haven't drunk it at all." Feng He clicked on a wine that popped up on the screen and turned to ask Dazai Osamu's opinion with an expression. After seeing the other party shaking his head, she decisively forked the page: " I have tasted it on chopsticks."

"Chopsticks?" Osamu Dazai repeated the word suspiciously, he didn't seem to understand.

Feng He once again forked out a wine that was denied by Osamu Dazai: "Mr. Dazai, haven't you seen it? Adults will use chopsticks to dip the wine in the glass for children to taste."

Osamu Dazai choked.

That little amount, in his opinion, could not use the verb "drink" at all.

Let Xiao Fenghe, who has no drinking experience at all, accompany "Osamu Dazai" to drink and talk. He seems to have foreseen the ending.

Osamu Dazai's heart moved, he held the girl's wrist and suggested, "I'll take you to a good place."

"Huh? But the wine hasn't been chosen—"

"No need."

"why?"

"In this world, there must be good wine in private storage, let's 'borrow' a bottle~"

...Are you sure it is really "borrowed"?Feng He, who was dragged away by Osamu Dazai, complained silently.With your proficiency as a guide, she won't believe you if you have never been there before!

She moved her wrist, the place held by Osamu Dazai was not exposed to the cool air, and the temperature different from the surrounding skin reminded her all the time.

I don't know if it was her delusion.

I feel that Mr. Dazai is more and more fond of "hands-on".

just like……

Looking at Dazai Osamu's back, Feng He was a little lost in thought.

It's as if the place that "Osamu Dazai" touched, he has to touch it again.

To put it bluntly, this is a dog enclosure.Let's change it to a nicer word...

This is dominance.

The wine cellar of "Central Plains Zhongye" used to store good wine is triple locked inside and out, which is so exaggerated that it does not look like an ordinary thief.

Feng He couldn't help feeling puzzled: "Who is this for?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also "tsk": "Do you still need to think about it?"

Feng He looked at Osamu Dazai, who was ready to teach her how to pick the lock, and understood: "So that's how it is."

However, Fenghe didn't seem to have the corresponding talent for things like lockpicking. When she abolished the sixth wire, the girl gave up: "The bottle of wine that I was looking forward to before can be delivered before night when I place an order... ..."

"Little Fenghe."

"Ok?"

The young man walked up from behind.

The physical contact made Fenghe feel the magical reaction of the other party, and then his familiar voice sighed softly in her ear: "Lend me a little bit of magic power."

Like a compromise.

The triple locks that had troubled Feng He for 10 minutes were easily opened one after another.

Feng He was amazed.

In the wine cellar of "Zhongyuan Zhongye", there are three walls of all kinds of red wine on display. Fenghe rubbed his arms twice to keep warm, and walked into the wine cellar with the mentality of visiting: "It seems a little cold inside."

"Because the wine needs to be stored at low temperature." Nakahara Zhongya explained.

He didn't respond to the fact that Osamu Dazai took the girl to steal the wine of "Nakahara Chuya", rather he didn't think that the Nakahara Chuya in this world was him at all.

Even if Osamu Dazai didn't help the girl pick the lock just now, he would still tell Feng He the password.

"But..." Feng He hesitated for a moment: "Are we stealing something like this?" The degree to which he would be arrested and put in prison.

Osamu Dazai smiled: "What are you talking about, Xiao Fenghe, isn't the owner of the thing here?"

He was referring to Nakahara Chuya who was floating beside the girl.

"Besides, the slug is doing something illegal, right? The alcohol here must be the product of money behind the dirty deal—"

"Bastard Dazai—"

After much hesitation, Feng He still left a note in the space where she took the wine bottle.

drink.

Atmosphere is very important.

"Osamu Dazai" almost never came out of the chief's office, and Fenghe had no chance to arrange a suitable scene in the chief's office, so he settled for the next best thing and chose his own room.

Here we must mention the room arranged by "Osamu Dazai" for Feng He.

After learning that the girl can transform into a human being, the cat nest is obviously not suitable for her to live in.

Fenghe's room was arranged on the five floors down from the top floor where "Osamu Dazai" was located, the whole floor was covered.

Not to mention the basic primary and secondary guest bedrooms, kitchen and bathroom, there is a six-meter-long bar in the dining room alone.But Fenghe doesn't plan to drink here.

She chose the location on the bay window of the study.

Considering the safety of "Osamu Dazai", all the curtains must be drawn.In addition, Fenghe also spread a layer of white velvet cushions on the bay window.

The incandescent lamps used for lighting are too dazzling and will destroy the atmosphere. Feng He chose an orange night light as a replacement.

When everything was ready, the girl clapped her hands, very satisfied with the success of her hard work all afternoon.

Everything is ready, now it's just a matter of sending people.

"Drink together?"

"Osamu Dazai" was slightly surprised to be invited by the girl.Although he had seen the girl coming back with a bottle of red wine from the surveillance, he never thought that the girl would invite him.

Feng He nodded: "Are you free? Not here, in my room."

"Osamu Dazai" rolled his Adam's apple, and the expression on his face was somewhat dumbfounding.

The girl is really as pure as a cat, saying that drinking is drinking, and she has no other thoughts at all, but the invitations she sends out are full of temptations that only adults understand.

"it is good."

He rarely left the chief's office, let alone the other floors of Port Mafia.This was the first time he set foot on the floor where Fenghe lived.

The layout of the corridors and rooms is actually the same throughout the building.

After Fenghe moved in, she didn't make any major changes to the original layout, only the cat litter and cat climbing frame given to her by "Osamu Dazai", which she put in a corner of the living room, apparently never used.

"Mr. Dazai, sit here." Feng He made a gesture of a gentleman bowing to invite, and waited for "Dazai Zhi" to take his seat with a smile on his eyes.

It always feels like the roles are reversed.

"Osamu Dazai" sat down with the girl's outstretched arms.

He was prepared for the girl to ask some questions about quest clues or magic books, and he was fully prepared for it.Rao, he never thought of——

The man who bought him a drink.

It's a pour.

"Mr. Dazai."

"You look so good-looking."

The eyes of the girl lying on the table were blurred and flickering, and the dim light of the night light smudged her face with a sense of charm, which broke up and reorganized her usual vigor and girlishness.

"Osamu Dazai" was bewitched, and wanted to touch the light on her face following his heart.

The wine glass that the girl had been holding fell down, and the unfinished red wine in the wine glass spilled out, some splashed on the table, some spilled on her body, and finally dripped down the white and flawless skin or along the folds of the clothes. on the blanket.

"Osamu Dazai" shifted his gaze.

There is a word in the girl's hometown called "beautiful beauty", and he seems to be able to understand it a little bit now.

"It's a pity that you always tell the truth and lie, and you also like to play tricks. Sometimes I don't know whether I should believe you..."

"Osamu Dazai" paused for a moment.

He didn't remember any pranks he had done to the girl: "Why don't you believe me?" He got up and sat next to the girl, and gently stroked her long light pink hair.

"because……"

The girl got stuck for a moment, as if she was thinking of a reasonable reason.

"because……"

"I can't be a fool..."

The foreword does not match the afterword.

"Osamu Dazai" couldn't help laughing twice, helped the girl up and said, "Your Majesty should go to bed, otherwise you won't be able to go to court tomorrow."

The girl's brain has completely lost the ability to control her body, and she leans limply on "Osamu Dazai" step by step as if stepping on a cloud.

Mr. Dazai is right.

It's time for her to sleep.

Which concubine should I favor today?