What if the lord is too popular

The boy smiled harmlessly: "So are you like me—"

[What are your plans for Teacher Yaozai? ]

Ubuyashiki Yoya glanced at Osamu Dazai in disbelief, the vortex formed around the boy was engulfing everyone present.

No one can stay out of it.

The silence in the room is very strange, the men have their own ghosts, and the time of wandering dilutes the oxygen.

After a second or a century, Yaozai felt that he had to come forward to save the deadlock.

Although this is not wise, it is tantamount to throwing oneself in a trap.

He licked his dry lips: "We..."

[The system in the brain shouted frantically: "No, Master Ubuyashiki, don't you want to hear Mori Ogai's answer?]

It is undeniable that somewhere in Yaozai's heart is really eager to move, even looking forward to it.

but-

Mori Ogai, who was pretending to be a waiter, made a move. He lowered his head and straightened the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them neatly layer by layer until a section of his forearm was exposed.

The man's forearm is also very white, but it is more muscular than Yaoya expected.

After all, he had been holding the scalpel tightly all year round, and the purple veins hidden under the skin extended infinitely into the clothes, telling a wordless temptation.

The tension of grown males explodes in silence, killing bystanders.

Yaozai swallowed his saliva, the pain in his cut neck was unbearable.

He tried his best not to make a sound, and the half-covered peeping was still caught.

Mori Ogai slowly raised his head to stare at him, a smile surged in his deep purple emerald eyes.

I don't know whether he was laughing at him because he couldn't hold his breath just now or something else.

"Dazai-kun, what did you just say... an attempt?"

The man's voice was lazy and cold, the word "attempt" was slurred, as if the breeze was blowing past Yaozai's ears, and he couldn't grasp the heartbeat.

The earlobe bitten by Mori Ogai's teeth was almost on fire.

Sensing Yaoya's embarrassment, Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows at him and smiled complacently.

When a 32-year-old man reveals his childishness, the contrast is heart-pounding.

[System: Raider Mori Ogai, current favorability: 70%]

Osamu Dazai grimaced and said nothing.

[System: Raider Osamu Dazai, current favorability: 50%]

[System: Osamu Dazai's previous favorability was around 70%. ]

Yaoza touched the bandage around his neck and smiled nonchalantly.

The invisible war has come to an end, and the result cannot be said to be better or worse.

"Patter—"

After removing her make-up, Hayakawa Mei pushed the door in and quickly noticed the abnormal atmosphere.

The girl looked suspiciously at the three of them, and finally restrained her doubts, walked to Yaoya's side calmly, and asked worriedly: "Mr. Miyashiki, are you alright?"

Before Yaozai could speak, Mori Ogai glanced at him, cleared his throat and said solemnly:

"Your teacher's life is not in danger, but he hurt his throat and can't speak for the time being."

Hayakawa nodded understandingly, his red eyes were full of distress and guilt, and there was still a little bit of undiminished anger.

She stomped her feet and said in an angry voice, "Teacher, you scared me to death just now, and you said something to kill me for me. Don't do such dangerous things in the future. I don't know who is the kid."

Flutter—

Osamu Dazai took pleasure in his misfortune, and Yaoza gave him an annoyed look.

Yuya Yuya's suspended animation is a crucial part of this game.

Even if the proud and arrogant Fern Ji fails in her performance, she probably won't obediently come back to class.

But now—

Getting hurt is worth it in the end.

Yaozai patted Osamu Dazai who was watching the movie and asked him to pour a glass of water.

"I know~"

[System: Raider Osamu Dazai, current favorability: 55%]

Dazai Osamu passed by Mori Ogai proudly as a victor, and the school doctor was expressionless:

"Not too hot, his throat can't take it."

Dazai: "..."

Hey.

Yaozai suddenly wants to sigh, but he is not allowed to speak casually now.

Ume Hayakawa took the three of them to the cloakroom.

Only Yoya and Mori Ogai needed to change clothes, but Osamu Dazai wanted to follow.

"Mr. Sen plotted against Mr. Yaozai." He said solemnly.

"Conspiracy? What kind of conspiracy is it?" Hayakawa Mei couldn't hide her curiosity.

Gossip is a woman's nature.

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, Yoya ignored it.

And Mori Ogai cooperatively showed a sinister smile dedicated to plotting evil, and closed the door.

Yuya Ubuyashiki thanked the boy from the bottom of his heart for rejecting Mori Ogai's suggestion of "about sharing the dressing room". In the final analysis, they are not familiar enough to be honest with each other.

After a while, Mori Ogai appeared in a familiar white coat.

Both Mori Ogai's white coat and Dazai Osamu's camel trench coat have an excellent slimming effect, making them tall and tall, and their narrow waists make people want to hug them.

The school doctor patted Yaozai on the shoulder, and said softly, "Go in and change, I'll help you watch, no bad guys will come in."

"...Thank you." Yaozai said with lips.

Under the dim light, his face was crimson.

When we got to the cloakroom, the door was closed.

[The system can't wait to jump out: Master Ubuyashiki, why did Mori Ogai's attitude change so much? ]

[Yaozai asks back: Xiao Tong, do you know what the key to cultivation is? ]

It satisfies the opponent's desire to control to a great extent.

Yuya Ubuyashiki invited Mori Ogai to touch his life gate.

Yoya thought while changing clothes, the school doctor and Osamu Dazai seemed to be inextricably linked.

This undoubtedly added difficulty to his strategy—

Ogai Mori and Osamu Dazai already know each other's existence, as long as they are in the same place and face each other tit for tat, their favorability will always ebb and flow.

Is there any way……

Yaozai dressed neatly slowly, and was about to step out when he suddenly stepped on something.

He bent down to pick it up, and a look of surprise passed from his eyes.

[The system exclaimed: Ubuyashiki-sama, how come there is your photo here? ]

Yaozai pursed his lips, the photo was still secretly taken on the train that exploded.

He put the photo in the inner pocket of the kimono, walked out without changing his face, his gaze stayed on Mori Ogai's face for a moment, and he curled his lips:

"Sorry for the long wait."

He said silently to the three of them.

Because of the bloody farce, [Flower] closed its business very early tonight.

The hall that was full of hustle and bustle just a moment ago changed suddenly, revealing the desolation of the end of the song.

Yoya originally wanted to say goodbye to Koyo Ozaki solemnly, and thank her for her help this time.

Hayakawa Mei rubbed her hands and stammered:

"Um, Sister Hongye said that she is still entertaining guests."

The little girl shivered when she thought of Hongye's ferocious smile when she said this.

"..."

Yaozai nodded regretfully and walked out of the club.

It was already past twelve midnight.

Putting on his white coat, Mori Ogai returned to his dejected look, and he touched the back of his head:

"It's not safe for Hayakawa to go home alone at this late hour, why don't you give Zaijun a ride?"

Although it was a negotiating tone, there was actually no room for the boy to refuse.

Osamu Dazai looked at him with dark eyes, then shifted his gaze to Yaoya Shiki, who was standing very close to him, and suddenly grinned brightly:

"It's not necessary to let the injured Yaozai teacher go back alone, right? Mr. Mori—"

The young man smiled but said, "Otherwise you send Hayakawa off, and I send off to Teacher Yaozai."

The two were at war again.

A sense of powerlessness bombarded Yaozai's heart, he knew what was about to happen.

Ms. Fern Ji, who was formerly Top 2 in performance, also seemed to feel something, and whispered softly with her lips:

"I always get off work so late, it's fine to go back by myself."

Yaozai glanced at her, feeling heavy in his heart.

Dazai & Mori Ogai said in unison: "No, how dangerous is it for a girl to come home so late?"

The girl and the newly recognized teacher looked at each other, sighed, and then fell silent.

The two men turned a blind eye to their helplessness, took a breath and looked at Yaozai again in unison:

"Yoya / Ubuyashiki-sensei, what do you think?"

What a familiar plot.

Yaozai raised his sleeves to cover his lips and coughed lightly, and walked straight to...

[System prompt: The target of the attack, Mori Ogai, the current favorability: 75%]

[System prompt: Osamu Dazai, the target of the attack, current favorability: 65%]

system:? ? ? (Is Osamu Dazai mad?)

The smile on Yaozai's lips flickered away.

On the taxi back, Yaoya and Mori Ogai sat side by side in the back seat.

At first no one spoke.

Yaozai opened the window to feel the warm night breeze, and the street scene in front of him quickly reversed.

He is waiting.

Within 5 minutes, the person who wants to talk will always talk.

Sure enough, the next second—

"Why did you choose me?"

Yaoya turned his head, and Mori Ogai was looking at him with burning eyes, but there was a certain expectation hidden in his steady voice, like magma rushing under the solid ice, about to burst out.

Yaozai thought to himself:

What kind of answer would Mori Ogai want to hear?

For example, "I'm interested in you?" Or more straightforward "I seem to like you?"

No, it is not.

The feelings of adults are not so blatant, always lurking under the well-calculated offense and defense.

Temptation and seduction are their norm.

He smiled and said hoarsely:

"It's so late, the male teacher and the female students should keep a distance. Otherwise..."

It's not good to be sent to the police station.

Mori Ogai heard the voice of his words, squinted his eyes lightly and hugged his shoulders.

Yaozai was caught off guard and fell into the man's arms, the refreshing citrus fragrance rushed through his nostrils.

He earned it.

"Don't move." Mori Ogai said in a low voice, "Let me see."

The school doctor lifted Yaozai's shattered hair from the sideburns, pinched his jade-like earlobe with residual redness, and then—

"Hehe." The man's teasing laughter was as mellow as red wine, intoxicating: "If a colleague asked about the bite mark on your ear tomorrow, how would you answer?"

Sure enough this is the problem.

Even the cool-looking Mori Ogai has a childish side.

Yaozai turned his head, wet lips just brushed against his, and when the other party was stunned, he raised his lips and smiled:

"I would say-"

[Ask Dr. Sen. ]