Write well, don't fight

"Atsu-kun, actually..." Osamu Dazai looked at the white-haired boy with wide-eyed eyes with a smile, and raised a finger.

"This is an entrance exam."

"Joining... the exam?"

"That's right," a middle-aged man in a kimono with a samurai/sword on his back pushed the door out of the inner room and looked at everyone with a serious face.

"President." Kunikida Doppo bowed respectfully.

"Since the Dazai over there said 'there is a young and promising boy', I gave you a try." Fukuzawa Yukichi's tone was calm yet majestic.

"Although I recommended you to join the club, but you are a disaster beast in society. There has been a debate in the club about whether you should be protected, so the president gave an order, and it became like this."

"Then President, what's the result?" Kunikida Doppo asked.

Atsushi Nakajima was sweating coldly, watching the serious man staring at him without saying a word.

After a long time, he turned around and turned up the edge of the kimono slightly: "Leave it to Dazai."

"That means you are qualified." Osamu Dazai explained.

"In the future... I will be in charge of the negotiation work?" Atsushi Nakajima asked hesitantly, Osamu Dazai smiled and spread his hands.

"Welcome to the Armed Detective Agency, newcomer."

"Please take care of me." The black-haired girl threw herself on his brother, and pressed her hand on his waist affectionately.

"It hurts, it hurts to death, it hurts so much. Naomi, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Atsushi Nakajima stared dumbfounded at the interaction between the two, and suddenly felt that he had seen too little of the market.

"Good day, everyone!" The door opened, and a girl wearing a red plush scarf wore a beige long-sleeved shirt and stepped on small snow-blue boots. With a thick book under her arm, she greeted everyone. .

Black curly hair that just hangs down to the neck, wearing a pair of thin light red glasses, coupled with a soft tone, is indeed the image of a well-behaved and lovely literary girl.

"Weixia sauce." Naomi's eyes lit up, watching the girl stepping on her boots walking over, grabbed her arm and pushed her in front of the white-haired boy.

"Look, here comes a newcomer."

Atsushi Nakajima met those warm orange eyes, and the faint fragrance of ink came from the girl's body, making him stiff and afraid to move.

He ignored it, and the rest of the detective agency turned their heads in unison at this moment, staring at them.

After all, the ability of a girl is really...

"Hello, please give me your advice. I'm Yun Weixia, the Weixia from April Weixia in the Book of Songs, may I know your name?"

The girl stretched out her hand very friendly, and Atsushi Nakajima trembled all over. Looking at the white hand in front of him, he was hesitating whether to extend his hand after being touched by such a lovely girl for the first time.

"My name is Atsushi Nakajima, please give me your advice." Atsushi Nakajima struggled again and again, but gave up the idea of ​​shaking hands, took a step back and bowed.

Everyone in the detective agency stared at the girl, paying attention to her reaction.

The brightness of those orange eyes instantly increased, and the polite smile at the corners of his mouth opened slightly, forming a circle of surprise.

When Atsushi Nakajima raised his head, he met the girl's shining eyes, and he took a step back involuntarily as he had never been treated like this before.

Tanizaki Naomi muttered softly: "Is it really another one?"

"You...you are Atsushi Nakajima!!!" The voice suddenly rose and even became a little sharp, which made Atsushi Nakajima almost jump up from the spot in fright.

Kunikida Doppo turned his head: "Dazai, you can deal with it later."

Osamu Dazai smiled and expressed his delight: "Oh, isn't this very good?"

"Atsushi Nakajima!!! You are Atsushi Nakajima!!" The girl grabbed the opponent's hand and shook it excitedly.

What... what's going on... Atsushi Nakajima was baffled by the strength of the opponent's shaking, and couldn't help but look at the people watching the show for help.

Everyone else turned their heads and pretended not to see...

"Your "Mountain and Moon" is simply a treasure. I like the wonderful book that combines Chinese classical legends, Japanese strange talk styles, Inoue Yasushi's brushwork, and Liaozhai flavor!!!!"

...Why can't I understand every word when put together... Sure enough, I am out of touch with this world because I come from an orphanage...

Yun Weixia had completely forgotten everything in excitement, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and chanted affectionately: "I dare not work hard to study myself, for fear that I will finally know that I am not a jewel; but there is still a glimmer of hope in my heart, so I refuse Willing to be among the rubble..."

In an instant, the power of words shocked the white-haired boy. He felt that the life in the orphanage in the past, the fatigue and decadence of wandering on the streets, everything in this world had gone away from him, and only the girl's affectionate words echoed in his ears.

An impulse suddenly appeared in his heart, he wanted to record these words that shook his heart.He was going to write now, and he couldn't wait.

No one can stop him, because this is the power of words, and it is words that awaken his soul.

Atsushi Nakajima turned around and rushed to a desk to pick up a pen and paper and write fast.

Kunikida Doppo: "... Dazai, it's your turn."

Osamu Dazai sighed exaggeratedly, glanced at the girl who was still chanting philosophical words affectionately with her hands clasped tightly, walked up to the white-haired boy, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"Hey, wake up."

Waking up suddenly, like a dream without memory, Atsushi Nakajima stared blankly at the ink-colored handwriting on the paper, and blinked blankly.

"So... I'm most suitable... to be a writer?"