long-lived centenarian leader

Osamu Dazai took Gojo Satoru, the guy who made the outsiders laugh, home.

To be honest, he hasn't been here for a long time, and only occasionally asked Andersen to take people to the headquarters to play on weekends, where a game hall and various children's entertainment facilities were specially built for them.

Therefore, he has never seen Goethe teaching children.

He and Gojo Satoru stood at the entrance of the living room, staring blankly at the complicated formulas on the huge blackboard in the hall, as well as the not-so-intelligent expressions of the siblings.

Goethe explained passionately, but did not get any response. His smile stopped and he asked, "Do you understand?"

The two children shook their heads honestly: "I don't understand at all."

"Okay, let me try another way of speaking, this time I will start with the basic theory."

Three minutes later, Goethe asked again with full expectation: "Do you understand?"

The two children continued to shake their heads honestly: "I don't even understand."

In his disappointed and remorseful expression, Osamu Dazai questioned: "Mr. Goethe... What are you teaching Megumi and Tsumiki?"

"I think it's too much for me to teach students the theory of infinity." Wujo Wu shook his head when he saw this scene, "I didn't expect there to be more ruthless."

Goethe pointed to the "A Brief History of Space", "A Brief History of Time", "A Brief History of Mankind" and "A Brief History of the Future" on the table and said: "I think children should start with these basic and simple things when constructing the world. But they seem to If I don’t understand the principle, then I start to talk about the principle, and if I don’t understand the lemma in the principle, I will talk about the basic theory. Almost a month has passed, and the progress is very slow.”

Dazai & Gojo Satoru: "..."

cow wow.

"It's not that there is a word 'Jane' in the name, but the content is simple and basic. Maybe you can learn about elementary school textbooks first, sir."

Osamu Dazai gave pertinent advice.

Goethe didn't think it was necessary: ​​"But those are too slow for them, and they are useless, aren't they?"

Whichever kid inherited the port mafia, the lives of the two of them were far from ordinary, too.

Those purely optimistic and mentally retarded things will only bring them wrong cognition.

Didn't Osamu Dazai find a tutor for them because of this?

"But there is no need to be so abstract and complicated. Mr. Goethe, I suggest that you start with stories instead of knowledge."

"Okay." Goethe nodded sadly, and shouted out his own demon again, "Mephisto—take all these books away, Tsumiki and Huihui will be sad when they see them."

Megumi & Tsumiki: "..."

So you know it too.

Damn my lord!

While cursing in his heart, Fu Heihui ran to the two parents with his sister, raised his head, and looked at them eagerly.

Osamu Dazai took Gojo Satoru's snack bag, led them to the table, and in Gojo Satoru's distressed eyes, said softly: "Mr. Gojo said that he wants to give up sweets, so all the desserts belong to you. "

"But didn't you leave a lot of snacks for Mr. Gojo in the refrigerator?" Tsumiki's words were like a sharp knife piercing Gojo Satoru's heart, and his expression became more painful.

Osamu Dazai turned his head and said with a smile: "Then do you want to eat? Mr. Gojo."

Gojo Satoru shook his head firmly: "I won't eat."

Then Osamu Dazai took out all the sweets in the refrigerator in front of him, put them on the table, and shared them with the children.

Oh, even the overly sweet food that I usually don't like, it's all the more delicious.

Gojo Satoru was sitting on another sofa, with his legs bent and his knees hugged, half of his face buried, his big eyes exposed, looking at them with great resentment.

Goethe sat down beside him in a friendly manner, and consoled his friend: "Would you like a cup of jasmine tea? It's sweet."

Wujo Wujo said sullenly, "Yes."

Talk is better than nothing.

He held a cup of warm jasmine tea, and after a while, he licked it to hypnotize himself. It tasted like syrup.

Next to my ear was the voice of Dazai Osamu talking about business with Goethe.

When Dazai was doing business, his focused and capable appearance was also very handsome.

Slightly eases his sugar cravings.

Dazai: "Does Mr. Goethe know about the large number of black organizations entering Yokohama?"

Goethe's memory seemed to be still before the circus performance, he said blankly: "Didn't they come in a long time ago?"

"...Then do you know what they've been here all this time?"

"I'm tired of living and want to fight against you?"

Goethe made a reasonable guess, in exchange for a speechless expression from the other party.

He belatedly realized that Osamu Dazai brought this kind of matter in front of him and asked him, and it probably had something to do with him, so he asked again: "Looking for me?"

Osamu Dazai nodded and said, "They said that after you hired them, you didn't pay them, and even disappeared so that they couldn't be contacted."

"Did I tell you to pay immediately?"

Goethe not only did not feel guilty, but expressed incomprehension.

"It's hard to make a potion that restores youth, and it's even more difficult for ordinary people to eat it. If I dare to give it to him immediately, will he dare to eat it right away?"

Dazai raised an eyebrow.

It turned out that the Black Organization wanted Goethe to give them the youth potion.

Goethe continued: "And why should I let people who are not my friends know my whereabouts? Wouldn't that be annoying to death?"

Reasonable and convincing.

Dazai: "So where is your production going?"

Goethe blinked and said tentatively, "Start with the Potion Workshop?"

Osamu Dazai smelled some familiar cooing from his suspicious tone, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "How long did it take you to prepare for the last performance?"

"Well... it took about three years to collect those animals, and then I started to learn the operation of the circus at the end of last year, and started training in March. It was originally planned to perform on Halloween, but with Gogol's help, the performance went smoothly on July 23. !"

Goethe fully affirmed his preparation and planning.

Dazai: "Did you do anything else on the way?"

"I have done a lot! During this period, I tried to be a photographer, a game anchor, opened an art exhibition in the Aegean Sea, and then talked about a sweet love! Are you interested in these, if you are interested, I can talk to you carefully Talk."

Goethe never forgets his original intention, and still wants to be friends with Osamu Dazai.

Willing to know him is a good omen!

Osamu Dazai: "...No, thank you."

Diagnosed, this is a pigeon.

"So how long do you expect to make the potion?"

The man in the youthful appearance stroked his chin and thought for a while, before giving a conservative answer: "It will start in three years, and if there are variables, there will be no cap."

Such drugs are no different from going to jail.

Thinking this way in his heart, Osamu Dazai said tactfully: "That gentleman probably won't be able to wait so long."

"That's none of my business," Goethe said suggestively. "I only care about my friends."

Osamu Dazai pretended to be stupid: "No matter how you say it, they have found me here. I hope you will give me a more definite plan, whether it is perfunctory or deceitful."

He can make a corresponding plan to engage the other party.

I really don't know who gave the Black Organization the courage to send so many members to Yokohama.

Is his recent style too gentle?

Goethe: "Well, well, I'll make a material requirement form, and you can pass it on to them."

-

Gojo Satoru really started to give up sugar.

Of course, it’s not abstaining from carbohydrates, but just abstaining from sweets.

As for the problem that calculations of spells consume a lot of energy, eating high-calorie foods is actually the same.

It's just that the digestion and action of sugar are the fastest, and it is also convenient to carry around, so he chose this way.

It became a little addictive when it became a sweet party.

Withdrawal reactions and insufficient energy conversion caused some changes in his person.

In the words of Osamu Dazai, it has changed from a lively and active bad cat who would tear down the house, to a bunch of cats that lie lazily and only use their paws to pull people when they have nothing to do.

She became a little more clingy, hanging herself on him when she had nothing to do, and then vaguely asked him to take the initiative to kiss him.

That's pretty cool, isn't it?

However, in the eyes of others, Gojo Satoru, who doesn't eat sweets, is like a ghost.

His family, his students, their families, and even Teacher Noctua took turns bringing him snacks, but he was firmly rejected.

Nitro put the back of his hand on his forehead, and said wonderingly: "You don't have a fever, does it mean that your partner has cursed you not to eat sweets? Or is this some kind of acute Xijiufu syndrome?"

Gojo Satoru didn't even bother to take off her hand, and said lazily: "I'm researching how to reduce the consumption of spells, and then I found that Cang and He used them together, and the interval between them was kept within two seconds, and the consumption of spell power was infinitely close to 0. , correspondingly, the physical exertion will also be weakened."

In addition, you can reduce mental consumption by brushing proficiency to keep it at a stable value, and it can be fully automatic without a lower limit.

Algorithms for people have also been developed.

A side effect of these is a continued diminished need for sleep, but that's arguably a good thing.

Sure enough, human potential is unlimited.

Just be willing to push yourself.

Gojo Satoru finished all the explanations in his mind (too lazy to speak), and suddenly realized that Nitro was saying that he was sick.

"Ah, yes, I am indeed sick, please help me take two days of sick leave, thank you."

Gojo Satoru ran out with not-so-clever steps, grabbed Yizhizhi's classroom door and said, "Idizhi, take me to Yokohama."

The consumption of teleportation is even much greater than that of casting a big move.

He didn't want to go over and lie down again, letting that guy Dazai do whatever he wanted.

Yidizhi, who has already decided on a post-graduation position and is doing relevant training, said, "Senior, I didn't learn to drive for you."

Gojo Satoru: "Buy a car for you."

Yi Dizhi shamefully bowed his head to the capital, not knowing that he would be in the position of "the driver of Gojo Satoru and his students" for a long time in the future, which is easy to have a bad heart.

Because Dazai Osamu received a call from Gojo Satoru saying that he was sick, he got off work early and ran back today.

Gradually accepted the fact that this is my own home.

As usual, Gojo Satoru jumped on him as soon as he saw him, his face hurt from the collision with the sunglasses, he pulled it off and threw it on the ground, and let out two cries of pain like a baby, his blue eyes were covered with water, but he still couldn't see it for a moment. stared at him for a moment.

Osamu Dazai dragged him to sit on the sofa, and didn't care that his red scarf was also pulled down and thrown away. He asked in a good-tempered manner, "Why did you come so early today? Are you really sick? What's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru: "Today is the last day."

Osamu Dazai showed a regretful expression.

Although he usually doesn't smoke at all, it's all for money, but the slimy and lazy cat is really cute.

Much cuter than usual.