long-lived centenarian leader

"Ango—is the price right? Is it too cheap? It's better to increase it..."

Osamu Dazai kept quoting prices, making Ango Sakaguchi think that he was a chicken, duck and livestock freshly slaughtered in the market.

Seeing that the price he quoted was getting more and more outrageous, Anwu said in time: "The price of sitting on the ground is not so high, they will not pay such a high price to redeem people. In their eyes, I am not so high. the value of."

"How could it be? You are my friend, no matter how high the price is, it is worth it." Dazai Osamu said, patting his chest, his face full of confidence, "I will make you worth so much."

Ango Sakaguchi: "...I suspect that half of Mafia's flow is borne by you."

This brain can't possibly be a bottom member.

Osamu Dazai just raised his eyebrows: "When I used to create flow for the organization, I would occasionally think about how to kill my boss."

Mr. Sen squeezed him really hard at that time.

But he gave enough temptation, saying that he would die soon, and then secretly told other members to save him.

The members of the organization were all moved to tears by the other party's concern and consideration for the students.

He must have learned badly, so it is very easy to squeeze some people.

Osamu Dazai asked Ango to forge a trace of "knowing the shocking secret of the port mafia", and then sent negotiators to negotiate with the black organization.

Try to frighten the other party with the price as soon as you open your mouth, and then agree without much entanglement after the other party refuses.

The members of the Black Organization will naturally believe that Ango holds news of inestimable value.

Ango said: It's too dirty, my heart is too dirty.

After doing this, Osamu Dazai found out with conscience and remembered the work piled up in the office.

But Gojo Satoru called him.

"Why don't you come back? I asked for leave for you... Anyway, come back and be with me soon!"

The first half of the sentence also tried to reproduce the intimacy and lazy tone of the previous few days, but the second half of the sentence began to reveal a familiar overbearing flavor.

Dazai shook his head.

Happy to get off work again.

"Then Anwu, you are waiting here for the people from the black organization to redeem you with money, and I will leave first."

Ango Sakaguchi: "..." This is emphasizing sex over friends, right?

When Osamu Dazai went back, he found that the two children and Goethe were not there.

With an "ohhh" in his heart, he pushed the door open.

Gojo Satoru had obviously taken a bath, his hair was still a little wet, with an apron around his waist, Xianhui looked at him shyly.

Osamu Dazai closed the door with a "snap", thinking that it would be hell in broad daylight.

The next moment, the door was pulled open vigorously from the inside.

Someone said angrily, "What are you doing closing the door?"

Dazai: "Stop you from saying some classic and scary lines. Really, read less romance novels, Satoru."

He is afraid.

"I cooked a whole table of dishes for you! Jie and Niozi don't get this kind of treatment. Can you show some happy and grateful expressions?"

"can you cook?"

Osamu Dazai was quite surprised, and felt that this was a bit of a breakthrough from the idiot son of the landlord's family.

I even started to worry that I could go directly to the hospital after eating.

Gojo Satoru dragged him to the dining table and let him watch for himself.

Surprisingly good.

At least color and fragrance accounted for the first two items.

The High School of Conjuration did something good.

Osamu Dazai sat down and planned to dismantle an early autumn crab for himself, Gojo Gotuo went over and graciously dismantled it for him.

The movements are nimble and beautiful, obviously practiced.

He: "...you've been really good recently, which makes me uneasy."

The other party gave him a smile that captivated all sentient beings, which made him even more frightened.

A meal is a bit tasteless.

When Osamu Dazai thought Gojo Satoru was going to confess to him what he had done to him, someone ran over with a basket of (accent) sets and asked him what he liked.

he:"……"

Gojo Satoru asked unhappily, "Why did you suddenly show such an expression?"

Osamu Dazai: "Probably expected, but I didn't expect it to be this operation."

I thought something was wrong, and that was it.

He put his arm on the back of the sofa, pressed his body back, put some distance away from Gojo Satoru, and said in a very old-fashioned way: "It's not like you to seduce people."

Reserved or fiery, calm or vagabond, he has seen many of them, and he is unmoved. Even just a half-sentence joke can make the other party blush like an unknown little girl.

But someone's youthful invitation is also quite cute.

In the words after putting on the filter, it is very pure and unaffected, frank and eager.

Compared with desire, there are more likes in the eyes.

It's really... cute.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and loosened his tie, and his solemn and dignified appearance was instantly stained with a glamorous and seductive look. He curled his lips and said in a lazy tone: "Do you have the patience to untie the bandage?"

Corresponding to his calmness and reserve, Gojo Satoru rushed forward excitedly, and agreed in one gulp: "I'm very patient."

Have a fart of patience.

Bite on the mouth within 2 minutes.

You have to be pushed to enter the room.

Q: What is it like to have a partner who is full of energy, super physical strength, loves to learn, and also likes to practice and teach?

Osamu Dazai: Thank you for the invitation, to the extent that I want to tell him to get out of the house.

It was only in the middle of the night that someone reluctantly stopped, and while sticking to the person, he said: "You have to exercise and eat well, you know? If you continue like this, no one can beat you. As your dear boyfriend , I can provide you with free teaching services."

Osamu Dazai gave him a cold and tired look, and got up to take a shower.

Gojo Satoru stood outside the bathroom and scratched at the door: "I know I was wrong! As compensation, let me wash it for you. My fingers are longer and more flexible than yours."

Unsurprisingly, I was told to go to the next door to take a shower and make a bed.

Osamu Dazai is very grateful for wearing bandages every day.

Dogs are not as fond of biting as Wu Tiao Satoru.

He was really blindfolded by someone's cleverness during this time, and he forgot that big cats are carnivorous hunters.

Kissing people is intimate but not overdone, young and cute, like a kitten licking something it likes, cherish it tightly.In action, however, he is so strong that he cannot move and is forced to bear everything.

After strenuously taking a shower, despite the residual heat of summer, Osamu Dazai wrapped himself up tightly, opened the next room, fell asleep without giving Gojo Satoru a single look.

The next morning's biological clock woke Osamu Dazai up.

But too tired to get up.

After staying in bed for 5 minutes, with strong willpower, he grabbed the edge of the bed and was about to get up.

Gojo Satoru, with longer and more flexible hands, pressed his hand, passed his fingers through his fingers, grasped it together with him, and said in a sticky tone that made Dazai soft-hearted every time he heard it: "The last day off, you accompany me Well."

Osamu Dazai: "... Let go."

Someone regained his original nature in a second: "I don't."

So he kissed the person according to the person, which confused the person.

After all, it was the strongest build that the office community could not resist for many years. In the end, Osamu Dazai failed to overcome his constant laziness, so he called Akutagawa Yin and said that he would not go to the headquarters today, and he would inform him if there was something urgent.

When the other party nervously asked him what was wrong and if he was not feeling well, he followed the other party's words as if he was not awake: "Yes, I am asking for sick leave."

Akutagawa Gin was shocked and repeatedly said "rest well, I will take care of it" before hanging up the phone.

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Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little annoyed by the arrogant and mysterious behavior of the black organization. He has a strong sense of territory. People run wild on their land.

He was going to ask Osamu Dazai how long it would take him to deal with those people.

As a result, when he entered the chief's office, he only saw Yin Akutagawa who was writing hard.

Hearing that Dazai was sick, he didn't come to work today: "Is that guy finally going to die? Is it too late for me to make up the knife now?"

Dazai Osamu, a hard-working leader who spends half an hour in the ICU and the second half in the office.

Although this was in the past, until now the other party still keeps a record of completing all the work every day.

Let him take sick leave, he must be dying soon, right?

Nakahara Chuya said sarcasm, but he was honestly worried.

He asked Dazai Osamu's current residence from Akutagawa Gin's mouth, and hurried to see the other party's situation.

After knocking on the door for a long time, the person who opened the door was not Dazai, and certainly not a servant.

It was a strange, beautiful man in pajamas casually, with certain marks on his exposed skin.

The other party was full of depression, looked at him condescendingly, and said in a bad tone: "What are you doing?"

Nakahara took a step back, looked at the house number next to him, and was sure that he had gone the right way. He pressed his hat and asked, "Is Osamu Dazai there?"

As for Osamu Dazai raising a child, he has been able to accept it relatively calmly.

At least after someone dies, the organization can still have an heir.

It's okay to have one more same-sex lover now, at least not Lolita or Zhengtai.

"Why are you looking for him?" Gojo Satoru still had a bad tone, "He's on sick leave today, is it appropriate to come to him?"

Nakahara Chuya's tone was also very bad: "The leader should look like a leader. He should go to work now, not fool around with you here."

"Ah?" Gojo Satoru captured the correct keyword, "Boss, what boss?"

When he heard the knock on the door, he immediately got up, but his movements were still not as fast as Gojo Gojo, and Dazai Osamu who had to put on his clothes to try to cover the traces: "..."

Nakahara Chuya, you really have never been likable for a moment.

Unlikable Mr. Cadre: "Of course it's the leader of the port mafia. I hope you, as a lover, be honest and don't push him to do something that harms the interests of the organization."