The vest cannot be collapsed

This underground parking lot should be thanked to the people who fought against Haruki Iyama and Osamu Dazai.

But if someone with a different ability is not disqualified in the world and fights with him here, Jushan Haruki, a tofu block, can directly transform into a violent demolition team, and this parking lot will not escape.

The arrival of Kunikida and Nakahara Chuya did not stop these two top performers at all.

Don't steam steamed buns to fight for breath, and if you meet after years of death, whoever is at a disadvantage will be the grandson.

Both Jushan Haruki and Dazai Osamu tried their best to overwhelm each other. Just now, they quarreled and acted for no reason. The two simply and neatly moved the battlefield from their mouths to their hands. Lost focus, and was robbed when the two were fighting.

"Excuse me..." Kunikida felt a dull pain in his temple, "What are you beating?"

Although I don't know what happened, but as long as one of them is Osamu Dazai, then no matter what happens, it becomes reasonable.

Although this rich second generation's movements seem to have been practiced, but his physical fitness is really not good enough, which makes his movements that should have been very lethal become fancy.

The other party is a rich second generation, so it is not surprising that someone taught him self-defense skills since he was a child.

In contrast, physical skills are actually mediocre, and Osamu Dazai, who demolished the house all because of his better physical fitness, looks like he is here to make trouble.

Osamu Dazai, who came to make trouble, blinked innocently during the fight and complained: "He robbed my girlfriend."

Kunikida:? ? ?

"Wake up," he poured a basin of cold water in confusion and incomprehension: "Where did you get your girlfriend?"

And which woman is innocently pestered by this bandage-wasting device!

Could it be that the two of them fought because of this... Kunikida twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the two who hadn't stopped.

"I'm trying to prevent him from calling that innocent woman." Haruki Juyama said righteously, following the psychology that Kunikida almost wrote on his face.

The awe-inspiring look on his face at this moment is like a messenger of justice.

The two men were playing on equal terms, and the cell phone that Osamu Dazai was holding was accidentally thrown out and hit the convex mirror at the corner of the parking lot, making a muffled sound.

Oh wow.

The two stopped at the same time.

Osamu Dazai reacted quickly, and immediately looked at Kunikida with his heart in his hand, exaggeratedly: "He also smashed my mobile phone."

Kunikida, who saw the whole process, said, "...Didn't you throw it out without grabbing it yourself?"

Osamu Dazai, who pretended to be miserable but was exposed, put down his hand regretfully, walked to the mobile phone on the ground, and curiously touched the mirror with a hole in it from the phone.

"Kunikida," he then poked several times with a shocked expression. "This mirror is actually soft."

When the phone hit the mirror, it left a clearly visible crater, and Osamu Dazai is now poking around the crater.

As if seeing this thing for the first time, he poked it left and right many times in novelty and sighed: "I always thought this thing was hard, so amazing."

"What? It's soft?" Haruki Juyama, who was still gloating at the spot, slipped over and touched it a few times, and then sighed from the bottom of his heart like Osamu Dazai, "It's amazing."

These two troublemakers, who looked almost identical from behind, now stand side by side, constantly marveling at a convex mirror that can be seen everywhere.

In a trance, I felt like Kunikida was taking the twins out for a spring outing: "You broke the convex mirror in the parking lot."

This is vandalism.

Osamu Dazai, one of the twins, blinked Junliang's eyes.

"You won't fight anymore, right?" Kunikida confirmed tiredly, "I don't know how much I will pay for this thing."

He resolutely rejected Osamu Dazai's invitation to poke him, and resolutely embarked on the road to the office of the office building manager.

Like a vicissitudes parent who puts an end to his troubled children.

"If it's not expensive—" Dazai Osamu looked at Kunikida's leaving figure and said in a drawn-out tone, "Can I buy one and put it in the office?"

"No." Kunikida gritted his teeth and disappeared behind the closed elevator doors.

Dazai sighed regretfully.

"Then I'll just buy one and put it back," he put the matter of the phone behind him, "I hope it won't be too expensive."

"It's okay." Jushan Haruki patted him on the shoulder understandingly, "If it's too expensive, I'll pay for it."

The two now looked like brothers again, as if it wasn't the two of them who lost the grandson in the fierce fight a few minutes ago.

"So what are you going to say to push him away?" Zhong Yuan Zhong, who had been standing silently behind the parking lot, suddenly came out and asked.

Just now Osamu Dazai obviously threw his phone on there on purpose, if he really didn't want others to get what he was holding, how could he have slipped it so carelessly during a fight.

And he knows Haruki Juyama, the two of them clearly didn't really fight with their heart just now, Dazai Osamu casually accepted the move while looking for things suitable for destroying the structure of the parking lot, and Haruki Jushan The tree is so limp with punches and legs that it almost tells people that I am just putting on airs.

These two people played around here for a long time, and after sending him away, they studied the convex mirror in the parking lot in a serious manner. They didn't take the time to explain to him their intention of running away for several years.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the veins on his head were about to stand up.

"Hey——" Osamu Dazai turned around and looked around the parking lot, his eyes smoothly swept over Nakahara Chuya's head without stopping for a second, "Who is talking."

"I seem to have heard some mollusk making a sound just now." After looking around, he poked Jushan Haruki's shoulder strangely, "It can't be some fungus making a sound, right?"

Haruki Jushan glanced at Chuya Nakahara, who seemed to have already accumulated enough rage points, and then at Osamu Dazai, who deliberately avoided the direction of Chuya Nakahara and muttered to the air, and decided to stay away from these two people immediately.

He quickly took a few steps back away from the battlefield.

Just when he left this place, the fist that rushed towards Dazai Osamu with the force of gravity completely scrapped the troubled mirror.

The two-meter-long pole supporting the mirror was cut off from the upper middle, and Osamu Dazai, the target of the fist, dodged to the side early.

"Ah, I seem to have seen some slugs flying over—" He kept talking while dodging, "The ecology of this parking lot is too good, isn't it because the cleaning staff was lazy and didn't spray insect repellent when they got off work? "

The convex mirror that was interrupted by Nakahara wobbled, and finally fell down as expected, hitting the cell phone that Osamu Dazai forgot to take away.

"Ah, my cell phone," he lamented to Haruki Jushan, dodging Nakahara Chuya's fist in distress, "You brought the slug, you have to buy me a new one."

Haruki Jushan: "..."

"Didn't you provoke him first?" He went to the convex mirror that had been honorably sacrificed, picked up his mobile phone and complained coldly, "And your mobile phone is not broken, right?"

Not only was it not broken, the phone that Osamu Dazai threw on the mirror bounced back to the ground, and was still hit by the mirror that fell just now, didn't even show a single crack on the screen.

Jushan Haruki pressed the screen to turn on, and the familiar method unlocked the screen lock, and then went straight to the call record.

"Slug, you are showing mercy—" Osamu Dazai, who had no time to control his mobile phone, looked at Nakahara Chuya movedly, "I'm too embarrassed to say that I don't forgive you."

"Forgive me?" Nakahara Nakaya kicked back, "I forgive you, isn't it?"

"It's not impossible." Osamu Dazai smiled.

"It is God's responsibility to forgive you," Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth, "and I am responsible for sending you to see God."

The sharp punching wind mixed with the force of gravity rushed straight towards Osamu Dazai who was already a little tired after dodging several times.

"Don't—" Osamu Dazai shook his head from left to right to show his refusal, "My wish now is to die in love with a beautiful woman, so I am determined not to be sent to heaven by slugs."

The fist wind was only one palm away from his side face.

Standing beside him, who had just flipped through the communication records, Jushan Haruki made a shocking voice: "Did you call Chuya?"

He originally thought that when the two of them were acting outside just now, he just randomly dialed a woman's number and then hung up. So it turned out that Osamu Dazai called Chuya?

"Huh?" Gravity reached Osamu Dazai's side face faster than the fist wind, and then he was disqualified from the human world, "You called me just now?"

That inexplicable call he just received was from Osamu Dazai?

"Is there any problem?" Osamu Dazai, who had just escaped from Nakahara Chuya's fist, asked inexplicably, "The only one in my phone that fits this status is the slug?"

A person who was known to Haruki Iyama, himself, and Mori Ogai.

——Looking at his current address book, there is only Zhongyuan Zhongye.

And about Nakahara Chuya, in fact, at the beginning, Jushan Haruki, a lazy scumbag, wanted a partner. As a result, Nakahara Chuya was tricked by Mori Ogai, and finally threw him over and forced to "polish" with him .

It perfectly fits the story that the two of them just made up.

Any questions?

"...You are so rigorous." Jushan Haruki was amazed.

"What identity do I qualify for?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also puzzled.

"Oh," Osamu Dazai got up from the ground and patted the dirt, "It fits the kind of lady who is 1.6 meters tall and will speak in the next second."

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the anger that had just gone down was coming up again.

The bastard Osamu Dazai patted the ashes on his body and stood up, and the old man turned to Haruki Iyama and patted him on the shoulder like walking around.

"You see what I said at the beginning, only you will not grow any longer."

He sighed pretending to be regretful: "Times have changed, the sea has changed, and Haruki Jushan and I are 1.8 meters tall."

After all, he was the only one who jumped the fastest out of the three at the beginning, and Haruki Jushan and Nakahara Nakaya seemed to never grow up again, staying at that height all the time. Who would have thought that after a few years, Haruki Jushan would actually One knuckle taller than him.

Only Chuya Zhongyuan was left far behind by the two of them who were about 1.8 meters tall.

"Uh... what should I say," I didn't look like Osamu Dazai because of the height difference, but now I look more and more like him. A few years later, I will be a little taller than Osamu Dazai. I have a tacit understanding with him and chose the same color clothes With the same type of bandage, Haruki Jushan hesitated, "Eat more meat, egg and milk?"

Nakahara looked at the two people in front of him who looked alike in everything except their hair color and began to itch their teeth.

The three people standing here have a total of eight levels of wickedness, Jushan Haruki and Dazai Osamu each have five points, and Zhongyuan Zhong also owes each of them one point.