My script must be HE

The sun was just right, and the young man in a sand-colored windbreaker put his hands into his pockets, and his slender legs swayed in rhythm.He was walking on the street, and in front of him was a low-rise building that occupied a large area like a football field.

Human cheers came from it, and the young man walked in with a clear purpose and a smile on his face.

This is the racetrack, and it is also where his goal is.

He walked around the auditorium, and finally a man's figure was reflected in those iris-colored pupils.

It was a handsome man with short black hair and a scar on the corner of his lip.He occupied two seats by himself, still in front and back.With his back leaning against the back seat, a pair of long legs stretched up to the front seat, he stared at the field in front of him with a very casual attitude.

Silently chanting the target's name, the young man in sand-colored windbreaker Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth.

'Chanyuan, even'.

Seemingly aware of the gaze here, Fu Heisher paused for a moment.But the field was coming to a wonderful place, and Fuheshier didn't want to look away at all.He stared at the racehorse he was optimistic about, retracted his long legs, and sat up, completely ignoring the man who had come to sit beside him.

Osamu Dazai didn't bother him either, and looked down at the arena with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, cheers from the audience sounded, whistles and human voices were noisy.Fu Heisher lost again, he squeezed his fist, and finally looked away, and glanced at the young man sitting beside him.

Fu Heisher squinted his eyes, as if recalling whether he had seen this person before, but quickly gave up.A little irritated, he changed his sitting position, and Fu Heisher turned his head: "What's the matter?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head, as if he was asking if he would like to have dinner together later, he asked plainly: "Do you want to be the head of the Buddhist monastery?"

Just like the "Chanyuan family" he mentioned is just an ordinary small family.

But the man originally named 'Chanyuan Shier' instantly understood the meaning of this sentence.

The sloppy man paused for a moment, but only for a moment, and then waved his hand nonchalantly: "Go find someone else."

Although I don't know how this person found him, Fuheshier is really not interested in this.How could the Chanyuan family let a monkey with zero magic power be the head of the house? This kind of verbal painting can tell that they want to use him and let him do white work.

And even if it was true, he had no interest in it.

Fu Heisher looked at the arena in boredom, and then acted foolishly again.This conversation with him is over.

It seems that this kind of rejection was expected, and the young man did not show disappointment or dissatisfaction.He also leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs and looked towards the field ahead.

"Then you want to make a bet with me?" The hand in the pocket stretched out, and a check was sandwiched between the two fingers, "If you win, I will give you one billion."

Fu Heisher turned his head and finally looked at this strange young man.Smaller than him, not as strong as him, and has a similar aura to him, probably because he also likes women.

That's how one person can make a billion dollars.

Fuheshier found it interesting, about the bet, but also about what the youth wanted to do.

"Was lost?" he asked.

The young man's pair of black hole-like iris-colored pupils looked over.

"I lost." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had predicted the result, "I just need to do one thing for me."

This is a gamble that is as thrilling and rewarding as horse racing.

The man with the scar on the corner of his mouth smiled.

"tell me the story."

The fish has been hooked.