What if the lord is too popular

[Host: Yoya Ubuyashiki, age: 23 years old, remaining life: 1 day]

The roar of the subway in the tunnel approached, and the hot summer wind rolled over a corner of the man's kimono.

[System: Are you ready to enter the level "Death Train"? ]

crunch—

The subway door opened in front of Yaozai, he suddenly opened his violet eyes, and replied softly but firmly:

[Yes. ]

The moment he took a step forward, the descendants of Ubuyashiki, who possessed the ability to predict, smelled a dangerous breath...

"Sir, are you willing to die in love with me?"

In full view, Yoya Ubuyashiki was held tightly by the hand and asked.

He was condescending, looked into the young man's eyes, and smiled casually:

[Xiaotong, show me this kid's profile. ]

The "wish" system comes to mind.

[System: Raider Osamu Dazai, age: 18 years old, school/class: full-grown high school/three-year group D,

Hobbies: XX, X, X (Hint: 500pt unlocks one item)]

Group D for three years?

Ubuyashiki Yoya narrowed his purple eyes slightly, and he looked towards the upper right of the interface.

As a login reward for newcomers, he only has 2000 pt in total, and it takes 500 pt to unlock one item?

Ubuyashiki's smile was mixed with embarrassment: [Xiaotong, do I have any discounts when I'm new here? ]

Yaozai's appearance is exquisite, even the dolls customized by top masters are a bit inferior.

Let alone a living human being, even a cold machine can't help being dazed when it sees him.

[The system mutters aggrievedly: No, there is no discount.Other host login rewards are only 1500pt, I have already...]

Ubuyashiki laughed, if the system could materialize, he would really like to pat the opponent on the head.

[Well, let's unlock one item first.Thank you. ]

Now, he only hopes that the boy's hobby is not to drag people to death.

[System: ... Osamu Dazai Hobbies: Suicide. ]

This answer, Ubuyashiki secretly sighed, is really the same.

His eyes lingered for a moment on the intertwined fingers of the two, and then moved up to the other's green cheeks.

The young man's eyes are darker than amber's tea brown, clear to the bottom, and the expression on his face is completely opposite, as if shrouded in mist, he can't see clearly.

Yaozai smiled, the first ray of sunshine after the first snow, painted bright colors even in the dark car.

Everyone was in a state of mind, and they heard him say in a light and fluttering voice:

"Hello Dazai-san, I'm your new homeroom teacher, Yoya Ubuyashiki."

Onlookers: "...puchi."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

There is a task that Osamu Dazai has to complete on this train, and he is just tired of reading "Complete Suicide Manual" for entertainment.

The 18-year-old boy didn't expect that the person he chose to confess to would be his new homeroom teacher?

This is interesting.

He was bathed in everyone's playful gaze, calmly:

[Mr. Grandet, I want to see the information of Mr. Ubuyashiki~]

The teachers and students of Wanyu Gao are each equipped with a "wish" system, which is an indispensable "companion" for them to get promoted and study.

Osamu Dazai named his system "Grandet" in order to accuse it of being a miser.

[Grantai (system): Sorry, your current level is not qualified to view teacher profiles.To unlock, please pay...]

[very good. ]

Osamu Dazai pressed the mute button with a half-smile.

Today is also a happy day with Mr. Grandet~

Osamu Dazai met Miyashiki's probing gaze, tilted his head, and joy climbed up the corners of his eyes and brows.

"That's a great teacher, we still have a lot of time to die for love."

He blinked his tea-brown eyes pretentiously.

Osamu Dazai, who is calm in danger, is undoubtedly a good seed for the Demon Slayer Squad.

Yuya Ubuyashiki was thoughtful, but the problem was—

Does the king of all ghosts still exist in today's society?

[Xiao Tong, you said that you can find Wu Mi if you successfully break through the level, is that true? ]

[The system hesitates: Yes, of course. ]

Ubuyashiki frowned, just about to speak...

ding dong—

"Test the volume, test the volume. Good morning, this is the Port Mafia, I would like to ask everyone for a small favor, I hope all the passengers with brown eyes will consciously gather in the control room in front of the car..."

crunch—

The subway came into the station on time, and the frivolous male voice on the radio stopped abruptly.

Passengers in the car, look at me, and I look at you.Just when everyone tacitly prepared to treat it as a prank...

A loud bang!

A small bomb previously placed in the trash can on the platform was detonated, and the strong shock wave shattered the windows of the car, and the sharp glass hit like a storm.

"careful!"

Ubuyashiki Yaoya quickly pressed Dazai with his eyes and hands, covering his back with his back, acting as a barrier.

"Alarm, alert!"

On the platform and in the carriage, there was a mess of howling and shouting.

ding dong—

"Do you still like the gifts we have prepared? After 5 minutes, we will check section by section. If there is a fish that slips through the net that meets the requirements, another bomb will be detonated in the compartment."

A suffocating silence spread in the car.

"boom-"

Unexpectedly, the man imitated the explosion and yelled, accompanied by a pleasant whistle, ending the second broadcast.

No one spoke for a while, and the passengers looked at each other silently, their eyes reflected each other's disheveled and terrified looks.

In this situation, Ubuyashiki pursed his lips tightly:

[Xiao Tong, I need a pair of black contact lenses, do you have them? ]

[The system has lingering fears: yes, yes, 2000pt.Support credit once.Please note that if pt is a negative value at the end, the level will fail. ]

2000pt is really not cheap for Yaozai right now, and it is closely related to success or failure, but human life is at stake.

[OK, thanks. ]

[System: A pair of black contact lenses has been sent to the host's pocket, please check it. ]

Ubuyashiki Yoya took advantage of the chaos and stuffed the glasses into Dazai Osamu's hands, "Put them on."

he said in a low voice.

Osamu Dazai was a little stunned as the temperature of Ubuyashiki's palm remained on the outer packaging.

Dr. Sen once teased him that his eyes are as clear as a lake, and he is really not suitable to be a mafia.

Therefore, he bought contact lenses when he was idle and bored.

If I remember correctly, one set costs 2000pt?

Why, is the new teacher so generous?

Osamu Dazai couldn't help being jealous when he thought of his PT negative value all the year round and being stretched thin.

So he decided—

When a figure stumbled towards the two of them, the young man took advantage of the trend.

"Oh, I'm sorry teacher. I seem to have lost my glasses."

Osamu Dazai raised his tea-brown eyes in apology, staring innocently at Ubuyashiki.

Yaozai: "..."

The boy's acting skills are too clumsy, almost provocative.

Ubuyashiki Yoya let go of Dazai's shoulders, got up and left without saying a word.

"Wait teacher, where are you going?"

Sure enough, the next second the boy grabbed his hand violently.

Ubuyashiki hid the triumphant smile on his lips, and turned his head with a stern expression:

"I'm going to find the bomb, do you want to come together?"

Dazai's eyes flickered, and a rare ignorance appeared on his face.

[How could Teacher Tangtang make such a dangerous invitation to him? ]

Ubuyashiki guessed what the boy was thinking, and couldn't help laughing.

"Does the teacher know where the bomb is?"

"If I want to ensure that the compartment is destroyed, I would put the remaining bomb in the middle section. The luggage rack and backpack will be affected by the previous explosion, so it is safest to fix it at the bottom of the seat."

Middle compartment, seat bottom.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, the broken hair on his forehead made his expression dim.

There was only a short moment of silence, the boy raised his head, and an overly sweet smile bloomed on his lips like cherry blossoms.

"Of course I will follow the teacher. We agreed to die together, right?"

Yuya Yuya gave him a deep look, her heartbeat was a little disordered.

"That's right."

Ubuyashiki Yoya was able to guess the location of the bomb, which was unexpected by Osamu Dazai.

He really took some interest, walking behind the man.

They passed through the smoke and the noisy crowd, and reached the middle car with their front feet, and their back feet...

ding dong—

The third broadcast arrived as scheduled.

"Dangdangdangdang, the time is up. Please allow me to announce the results, but—"

The man took a breath on purpose to cause the passengers to panic.

"No one came to the control room to meet me! So from now on, the mafia will check the carriages, and if they find any targets, they will kill them all! Ah~ what a pity~"

"Tsk."

Dazai sneered.

Hearing this tone, the man wished that no one would fall into the trap and start killing.

The current leader of the port Mafia is mad, and even his men are sick.

In the front carriage, a man wearing sunglasses and a neat suit slowly pulled out a shiny gun from his waist.

"Sit down for me, or you will be shot down with one shot."

"hiss-"

People gasped, wishing they could hide their breath.

Dazai glanced at the obstetrician next to him, and what caught his eyes was the focused profile of the other party. His beauty was sacred and noble, and even the dust stained on the sleeves of the kimono could make people sigh.

The boy smiled, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

As the most considerate student, of course I have to offer a big gift to Miyashiki—

"Teacher, I found the bomb."

The whisper floated into the ears of the passengers, making their hearts hang in their throats.

How commendable it is for a fearless young man to sacrifice himself to save others!

Yaoya obviously also caught the movement, he followed the reputation and saw that the black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the top of Dazai's head.

The mafia roared: "Is the brat looking for death? Hold your head up!"

Yaozai looked at the young man pretending to be timid, sighed and remembered the previous information:

[Strategy target: Dazai Osamu, hobby: suicide. ]