My brother is not a good person

Before Laisha could make a move, Osamu Dazai tugged Fyodor and fell.

He was a novice skater, let alone dragged over by someone.

If it was Chuya from the Central Plains who was captured, I am afraid this situation would not have happened.

But Osamu Dazai's ability to control his body is basically reflected in some places that ordinary people can't understand, and there is really nothing to add to the balance ability.

So fall is certain.

As for how to fall...

Osamu Dazai grabbed Fyodor's wrist with his backhand and dragged him down on the ice.

He frowned and endured the pain, but he didn't hesitate to smile when facing the other party.

"Fei Jia, don't blame me." Osamu Dazai sat on the ice, "After all, I have never skated before, and I can't control wrestling."

But Fyodor didn't care about that at all.

He even made preparations in advance, just to save a few beatings.

Wearing speed skating skates, Fyodor decisively abandoned Osamu Dazai, who took half a day to get up, and skating away at the fastest speed.

He had known for a long time that this was inevitable, so he deliberately chose speed skating skates that were more suitable for acceleration than other skates.

But even so, Laisha, who had lived on the ice for a long time, quickly caught up.

She shouted in a low voice: "Hand up!"

Then when Osamu Dazai obeyed obediently, he slid past Osamu Dazai along a straight-line distance and caught up with Fyodor.

When the girl passed by her side, it was obvious that there was a gust of wind that could almost be called bitter.

Clutching his hands with sympathy, Osamu Dazai looked at the "domestic violence incident" not far away with gratitude.

After Raisha caught up with Fyodor, she whipped his ass with a club without feeling any pain, and slapped him directly to the edge of the fence.

She reached out and plucked the Cossack cap off the opponent's head, accurately found the ear hidden under the cap and messy hair, and grabbed it immediately.

Leaning on Fyodor's ears, Laisha easily caught up with Osamu Dazai who still hadn't stood up.

And the uninvited guest had already chosen to lie flat on the ice because he would fall if he tried to stand up.

Osamu Dazai, who was lying flat, smiled and waved at them, "Thanks for your hard work, Miss Dostoevskaya. Isn't it a headache to have such a younger brother?"

But Raisha wasn't prepared to be courteous to him.

She also slapped him on the arm mercilessly with a hockey stick, forcing him to sit up with folded arms, and she took advantage of the opportunity to throw her brother who was being held by the ear and him back to back.

Amidst Osamu Dazai's endless, terribly fake cries of pain, she finally waved to Nakahara Nakaya who was standing at the entrance.

"Okay, Chuya, come here now."

While waiting for Mr. Cadre to get familiar with the ice surface, Miss Champion pointed out the essentials of skating movements while waving the ice hockey stick twice casually.

"It's been a long time since I've used it, and I'm still a little novice."

Looking back, she looked at the two black hairs sitting in front of her, and the ice hockey stick in her hand was also standing in front of her.

"But it's more than enough to beat you."

She smiled very peacefully.

Although Chuya Nakahara has never skated before, his control over his body is more than a little bit better than Osamu Dazai.

From going on the ice with a slightly stiff movement to sliding to the side of several people naturally and smoothly, there is only a distance of more than half an ice rink.

Seeing that he also arrived, Laisha held the ice hockey stick and pointed casually, then moved the two back to back, and finally formed a small circle.

As the only objective person not involved in the affairs of Yokohama, she consciously shouldered the role of controlling the field.

"Don't try to run away, and don't even try to fool me. There is another person who can't tell lies sitting here, you can decide for yourself."

Miss Champion carried the ice hockey stick and sighed a little tiredly.

"You have to be beaten to sit here and talk obediently. What's wrong with you?"

"So... after that blow, did my sister calm down?"

Osamu Dazai didn't care about the shock and anger mixed with other people's gazes, and bent his eyebrows obediently.

"As long as my sister doesn't get angry, it doesn't matter if I have to suffer a little more."

It was very quiet for a time.

Raisha broke through the jaw-dropping embarrassment before a crack appeared in the ice.

She frowned her two delicate eyebrows in disapproval, raised her eyelids and asked indifferently, "What did you call me just now?"

Osamu Dazai replied calmly, "Sister!"

There was even a bit of joy in his tone.

"Miss Dostoevskaya is Fedya's sister, and Fedya is also my friend. My sister treats me and Fedya equally, so naturally I can't be too estranged from my sister."

"That's why I should also call Mademoiselle Dostoevskaya my sister. Don't you think so, sister?"

The crackling of the ice could not be concealed at all.

The only rationality of the orange-haired boy was that the crack did not spread to the girl beside him.

As for the follow-up matters, it is up to you whether you want to lose money or what.

Now he can't care so much.

The first thing to do is to beat the mackerel half to death.

Fyodor, who always likes to respond to people with a smile, also deeply realized the anger that can be shared with the Central Plains at this moment.

His lips were pursed into a straight line, and he tried his best to restrain his urge to speak violently.

Who are you friends with?

Not to mention, who agrees to call you sister?

Why is this kind of person even more shameless than when we first met?

Compared to the other two, Laisha was the calmest.

She raised her left hand and patted Nakahara Chuya's thigh, instantly stopping the crack from spreading.

Then he glared at Fyodor, who was full of fear, and calmed down his younger brother who was about to explode.

In the end, she stared at Osamu Dazai blankly.

"……Oh?"

Miss Champion suddenly smiled brightly.

She nodded to the young port mafia chief, as if in approval.

"It's not impossible."

Before Osamu Dazai could speak, Laisha continued, "Since you decided to call me sister, then..."

She smiled deeper and crossed her arms.

"look up."

Osamu Dazai complied with some confusion.

"Turn your head to my left and your right."

Hearing the direction Laisha pointed out, Osamu Dazai suddenly felt bad.

"Call me brother-in-law."

Bad premonition experience.

Seeing the slug blushing at a speed visible to the naked eye, Osamu Dazai couldn't restrain his desire to complain from the bottom of his heart and very sincerely.

He covered his chest with one hand, propped his other hand on the ice, and made a gesture of vomiting: "I saw something that shouldn't be seen, I'm very sorry, I lost my composure."

In any case, he didn't want to have such a relationship with the dark dwarf! ! !

Staring at the ice surface full of cracks in front of him, Osamu Dazai couldn't figure out for a moment how this matter would develop to the point that "Osamu Dazai needs to call Nakahara Chuya's brother-in-law".

He obviously just wanted to repay the other people present, but why did he suffer the greatest mental attack in the end?

The black-haired boy was silent for half a second.

Then he corrected his statement.

If you don't count your own feelings, Fyodor should be the one who suffers the most mental attack, right?

That's the "brother-in-law" certified by his sister himself?

Thinking of this, he involuntarily looked at Fyodor who looked at him with a cold face.

Instantly in a good mood (and not at all), he sat up decisively and resumed his previous sitting posture.

He completely ignored Chuya Nakahara, who was sitting to the left of Raisha, and decided to bring the topic back to the point.

"About Yokohama, where would my sister want to start listening?"

Compared with before, Osamu Dazai looked more cute and well-behaved.

"I can completely explain everything to my sister from beginning to end!"

Since the other party is still unrepentant, Laisha is not going to let him go.

She twitched the corners of her mouth and replied with interest: "Let's start with 'brother-in-law'."

Silence is the only response Dazai Osamu can give at this moment.

But soon, he broke the silence himself.

"Sister, I don't want to."

His weak voice was full of pain, but the content was not polite at all.

"As long as my sister and I explain the matter of Zhongye clearly, I believe my sister will also understand my feelings..."

Before Osamu Dazai could finish his words, Chuya Nakahara punched him in the stomach in embarrassment and annoyance.

"Shut up, bastard Dazai!"

He angrily grabbed the opponent's collar, ready to punch him in the face again.

However, Osamu Dazai also pulled Fyodor to block the punch without hesitation.

Naturally, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't attack his brother-in-law who had already been certified, so he could only hold back his punches quickly.

But even so, Osamu Dazai was punched in the face after all.

It's just that this punch didn't come from Zhongye in the Central Plains.

It was from Fyodor who had been dragged by him.

The kind-hearted Russian smiled calmly and said lightly: "Who is your friend?"

What's more, who agrees to call you sister?

So what was supposed to be the "Yokohama Incident Discussion Conference" officially turned into a melee of three teenagers using only their fists.

With a cold snort, Laisha crossed her arms and slid to the edge of the ice rink.

She waited for a while, seeing that the three of them had no intention of stopping at all for a while, so she could only hold the ice hockey stick and knocked on the fence, yelling loudly while giving up her image.

"Have you guys had enough trouble?!"

"If you've made a fuss enough, stop everything!"

The three quickly spread out, stood on the ice, looked at the sky, the ground, and the air, but they didn't look at others anyway.

Laisha is the most familiar with her younger brother, so naturally she was the first to look for him.

She slapped his thigh fiercely, and she said angrily: "How dare you fight with your small body? Is it you who is emotionally anemic?"

After scolding her younger brother, Laisha finally got a Fyodor who finally settled down.

Then she looked at her boyfriend.

Hitting certainly wouldn't damage him, but he wasn't willing to do it.

Miss Champion frowned, poked his stomach a few times with a hockey stick, and asked fiercely.

"Is there anything else about you that you can't tell me?"

"Or are you not willing to tell me at all?"

"How can you always treat me like this?"

A series of questions made Zhong Yuanzhong unable to open his mouth, so he could only answer dumbly, "I will tell you everything".

After successfully handling two, Laisha slid to the side of the last person.

She moved her wrists, her voice was as cold as the ice under her feet.

"I know you called my sister on purpose."

So she deliberately asked him to call Zhongye brother-in-law.

"But you already recognize my sister, so naturally I can't ignore you."

As she spoke, she hit Dazai Osamu's ass with a stick.

The strength was well controlled, it only caused pain, but it didn't make him fall.

"There are no rules in my family, and there is only one thing to say."

Laisha looked at the three people who bowed their heads guiltily and pretended that they were not rubbing their legs and buttocks, but they were actually rubbing their legs and buttocks.

Maybe it was because of a scuffle, but their atmosphere was obviously much calmer than when they first appeared in front of them.

Maybe some contradiction she didn't know was vented in the melee just now?

She threw the ice hockey stick aside and sat down directly.

"That is, you have to listen to me in everything at home."

Laisha folded her hands on her chest.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Fei Jia."

Naturally, no one will raise any doubts or objections.

Miss Champion continued to speak very calmly.

"No matter what purpose Dazai recognizes as my sister, I can't pretend that I haven't heard of it."

"It's just that it's only today."

"It seems that the conflict between you has been resolved." Even if it is not resolved, it should be eased.

She raised one hand and rested her jawbone on the back of it.

"Now, let's discuss what I did in Yokohama from the perspective of a family."