What if the lord is too popular

Mafia: "Brat, are you looking for death? Hold your head up!"

[System: Raider Osamu Dazai, current status: Dangerous]

Ubuya Shiki Yoya frowned: [Xiaotong, I want to use the ability. ]

[System: Received, please host to set the script. ]

The setting interface came to mind, Yoya Ubuyashiki pondered for a while, and quickly entered a few lines.

Subject: Osamu Dazai, Character: XXX/XXX

Object: Gun Mafia, Character: XXX

Object: Yoya Ubuyashiki, Character: XXX/XXX

Program duration: ?

Yaozai: [Xiao Tong, I remember you said that the shorter the time, the more rewards you will get for clearing the level, right? ]

The system made a "huh" sound, and then remembered something:

[System: But you can't set it too short. If you can't complete it, you will have to deduct pt. You are currently in a debt state of -500pt, and it is easy to fail to pass the level! ]

The concern of the system almost overflowed from the tone.

Ubuyashiki smiled reassuringly, and entered in the "duration" column solemnly—

5 minutes.

[The system exclaimed: 5 minutes?Your target is held hostage, there are bombs and mafia in the car.Are you sure 5 minutes?Since you are good-looking, oh I mean you are a novice, I allow you to change it once. ]

Ubuyashiki shook his head and firmly pressed the confirm button.

[Don't worry about Xiaotong, I can do it. ]

[The system is silent for a moment, puffed up: Well, whatever you want!snort. ]

ding dong—

The words on the screen disappeared like ink, replaced by a huge black stopwatch.

[The system is business-like: Congratulations to the host, the script has been successfully entered, and the countdown starts in 5 minutes...]

Mafia: "Smelly boy, let you look up, you are deaf!"

When there was no response, the man kicked Dazai's knee angrily.

"hiss-"

The young man took a deep breath, and the large camel-colored windbreaker made his hunched back even more pitiful.

"Stop!" Miyayashi sternly said, "He is my student, can you please not touch him?"

"what?"

The Mafia turned his head in dissatisfaction, and the lenses of the sunglasses could not hide the anger in his eyes.

Miyayashiki Yoya raised his head neither humble nor overbearing, seeing the man's plump lips twisted into a sinister smile.

He left Dazai behind and approached Yaoya.

"Look," the man exhaled hot air from his nostrils, "Isn't this the tea-brown eyeball that the fortune-teller said would kill the leader?"

pat—

The man's gun suddenly touched Yaozai's fair side face:

"Didn't you hear on the radio that we're going to meet and kill each other? Huh?"

Dazai Osamu was shocked, and he looked at Yoya Shiki, who was close at hand, in disbelief.

"……dark brown?"

The carriage was so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly, let alone Osamu Dazai's murmur.

Yaoza hooked his lips inappropriately, out of calculation or habit.

Out of the corner of his eye, he moved from the pale cheek of Dazai Osamu who was kneeling on the ground to the dark barrel of the man's gun.

"This gentleman, can you spare the other passengers in the whole train if you kill me?"

Mafia froze for a moment, then clicked his lips impatiently:

"Look at your thin body and the clothes that get in the way."

The man lifted up Yaoya's kimono sleeves:

"You don't have a brain, but you only have a face that is useless?"

He showed his smoky yellow teeth and laughed.

"Hahahahahaha."

The man's laughter reverberated in the silent carriage, eerie and terrifying as if death was approaching.

tap tap —

Behind him, a young child is about to move.

suddenly-

The man stopped laughing, his face changed suddenly, monstrous anger burst out from his eyes, and he "clicked" the gun into the chamber.

"I hate people who play heroes the most. I think you have watched too many American movies! Go to hell!"

boom!

Everyone covered their eyes in fear.

"Beware!"

At the critical moment, Osamu Dazai's body suddenly rushed forward, he rolled on the spot, and the bullet wiped blood on the side of his face.

The immature child blinked ignorantly in his arms, crying loudly.

"Wooooow, mom!"

Crying and howling awakened everyone, they let go of their hands covering their eyes, and boldly prepared to meet the body of that outstanding but brave man.

What I saw was—

The burly Mafioso lay in a pool of blood with a bullet through the back of his head.

"This...what's the matter?"

Passengers chattered.

Osamu Dazai handed the subdued child into his mother's arms, and with his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, he walked leisurely towards the maternity house Yoya.

"Did the gun go off again?"

Miyayashiki shrugged and smiled inexplicably: "This kind of thing happens occasionally."

Two pairs of tea-brown eyes met in the air, stared at each other for a few seconds, Yaozai changed the topic: "You don't forget that there are bombs, right?"

"Yeah!" Dazai said casually.

Yoya struggled to take out the bomb fixed at the bottom of the seat.Osamu Dazai approached curiously, and exaggeratedly shouted at a volume that almost deafened him:

"Oh my god, the bomb is going to explode in 2 minutes!"

As soon as this remark came out, the passengers had no time to enjoy the joy of "survival after the catastrophe", and dragged their tired bodies to the carriages on both sides.

The screaming and wailing returned, and Yoya Ubuyashiki was pushed around.

Osamu Dazai hugged him quickly, and a playful laugh came from above his head:

"Oh, teacher, you are next to a bomb, be careful~"

Yaozai turned a deaf ear and looked up, the crowded flow of people effectively prevented the rest of the Mafia from approaching.

This kid is really smart.

Ubashiki: "According to the current speed of the train, it will pass a lake soon."

Osamu Dazai interfaced without thinking: "So you want to dispose of the bomb there?"

Miyashiki nodded: "Please press the emergency brake, there are too many people here, I will stay and watch the bomb."

Osamu Dazai looked at him, to be precise, at the bomb in his hand, without moving.

Ubuyashiki pretended not to know the boy's little thoughts: "Is there any problem?"

Dazai smiled slightly: "Teacher, bombs are very dangerous. Let me watch. Look at how quick I am when I hold the child~"

Speaking of holding a child, Yaozai remembered.Just now it seemed that his life was hanging by a thread, but Osamu Dazai rushed in the opposite direction, as if he had expected the gun to go off.

He "hesitantly" for a moment, staring seriously at Osamu Dazai's brown eyes:

"Dazai-san, then please take care of the bomb, I'll be right back."

He paused for a few seconds and added meaningfully: "Don't try to do anything dangerous."

Dazai raised his lips and smiled mysteriously: "Of course."

It's now!

Ubuyashiki Yoya pressed the emergency brake just right.

crunch—

The rails crackled and sparks flew.The screams of people came from all directions and pierced his ears.

Yaoya frowned, turned his head across the crowd, and locked on Dazai Osamu's pale cheek for a second.

The boy was not at his original position, but stood by the car door, just waiting for the moment when the speed of the car slowed down.

After a while, the high-speed train gradually slowed down, and a sparkling lake appeared outside the window.

Hidden in the crowd, the hero in an ill-fitting windbreaker looked at the bomb in his arms, thoughtful.

Yashiki Yoyazai was "horrified", guessing what the boy was going to do, he leaned on the wall of the car, and passed panicked faces anxiously

Didn't wait to get close, clatter—

Osamu Dazai bit his lip and pulled the car door forcefully with both hands.

The summer wind whistled, blowing the young man's slightly curly temples.He fiddled with the broken hair on his forehead with his slender fingers.

"Osamu Dazai!"

The boy looked at Yaozai following his prestige, his tea-brown eyes gleamed mischievously.

They are not far away, and separated by mountains and seas.

Osamu Dazai's thin lips moved:

[Teacher, it's too late~]

Yoya Asanyashiki, a boy who likes suicide, raised the corners of his mouth with a thrilling smile.

Then—

He jumped in front of everyone!

"Oh my God, a boy jumped out of a car with a bomb in his hand!"

The meddler roared with all his might to calm the restless crowd.

Passengers, you look at me, I look at you, and they all breathe a sigh of relief.

Yuya Miyayashiki pushed them away at the right time, ran to the car door and poked his head out.

Dazai, carrying a bomb in his arms, faced him, his youthful cheeks stained with a calmness and complacency that did not match his age.

The large camel-colored windbreaker turned into wings and fluttered on the boy's back.

Dazai Osamu slowly extended a hand to Miyashiki Yoya.

"Teacher, are you going to die in love with me?"

[System: The countdown to the end of the script is 30 seconds, 30...]

There is light outside the window.

Ubuyashiki Yoya smiled indulgently, rolled up his sleeves, and leaned forward.

Osamu Dazai widened his eyes in disbelief...

thump-

They both fell into the lake.

boom!

The bomb exploded instantly.

After a while, Yaoya spat out a mouthful of water, opened his eyes and saw Dazai Osamu's magnified face full of anxiety.

"Cough cough cough."

When Dazai saw this, his body seemed to be equipped with free springs and jumped away.

He avoids Yaozai's probing gaze, and pretends to squeeze out the water from the windbreaker.

"Teacher, you are really serious. If you can't swim, don't jump into the lake with others. The kimono that absorbs water is so heavy, dragging you up almost killed me."

"But isn't Dazai-san going to die in love with me?"

The young man didn't answer, his thick eyelashes cast light and shadow under his eyes, and his jade-like face blushed silently.

"...Are you really doing it for me...?"

Unexpectedly, this young man was unexpectedly innocent.

Ubashiki lovingly stroked Osamu Dazai's wet short hair, and laughed sweetly.

"No teacher leaves students alone at risk."

"..."

Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders, his raised eyes were full of glory.

He smiled lazily: "Teacher, I don't think contact lenses are suitable for you."

Yaozai was stunned, and at the same time, the sound of reminders kept ringing in his head.

ding dong—

[System: Raider Osamu Dazai, current favorability: 20%]

ding dong—

[System: Successfully passed the level, and the replay of the script is about to start, liquidation rewards:

Subject: Osamu Dazai, Character: Victim/Perpetrator

Subject: Gun Mafia, Role: Criminal

Target: Yoya Ubuyashiki, Role: Protector/Victim

Number of characters: 5, reward for each character: 1000pt, time spent: 4 minutes and 55 seconds, reward: 1000pt,

Total reward: 6000pt, will be deducted from the other party's account, loading...loading...]

Osamu Dazai observed Ubuyashiki without any trace.

There are countless invitations to die for love that I have sent out, and only one person who is willing to follow through—

Jump into a lake from a moving train, and he can't swim!

What a crazy soul is hidden under this man's calm appearance?

He became more and more interested.

Osamu Dazai suppressed the smile on his lips, pretending to be serious.

[Grandet (system): 6000pt will be deducted soon, please pay attention. ]

Osamu Dazai:? ? ?

[Why?I didn't buy anything! ]

[Grantai (system): The balance is being calculated, please wait a moment.Host Osamu Dazai, the current balance is -8000pt, friendly reminder: You can get rewards pt in the following ways: 1. Participate in the teaching activities of the fully cultivated high school, 2. Check in on time]

[Osamu Dazai's veins bulge: Wait, didn't I mute you? ]

[Grandet (system): Hello, when the system detects that the host is in danger, it can automatically make a sound. 3. Study hard, the top three in the mock test class at the end of each month...]

[Osamu Dazai: I see. ]

pat—

He pressed the mute button again with a half-smile.

"What's wrong?"

Yuya Shiki Yaozai narrowed his eyes slightly, full of worry.But his acting is so clumsy that it borders on provocation.

Osamu Dazai had reason to suspect that the man was retaliating for his stumbling blocks.

He wrapped a piece of bandage back around his arm, and his smile was as sweet as maple syrup: "I'm completely fine~ Teacher Yaozai."

Does Osamu Dazai care about mere debts?

Yes, very much.

[System: Raider Osamu Dazai, current favorability: 40%.Converting...]

???

Yaozai frowned.

This kid should already know about his "trick", so why is his favorability still rising?

[System: Host: Yoya Ubuyashiki, remaining life: 40.5 days. ]

beep beep-

Sirens sounded from afar.

Yaoya suppressed his doubts: "Dazai-san, we'd better get out of here before the media and the police come."

……

With such a big incident happening, Yaozai took advantage of the situation and took leave of absence from the school.

Anyway, there wasn't a single student in his class.

Yaozai walks home alone.

[System: Ubuyashiki-sama~ Why did you set Osamu Dazai as a "criminal" and still perform successfully?I didn't find out what bad things he did? ]

Ubuyashiki smiled softly, and spoke earnestly:

[Xiao Tong, because "instigating others to commit suicide" is also a crime.Good thing the kid didn't make it. ]

Otherwise, they will be sent to the juvenile detention center.

Of course, he won't succeed either, because Yoya Ubuyashiki can actually swim.

Everything is just to make "sacrifice for love" more realistic.

[System: Master Ubuyashiki, you have a private message, do you want to click to view it? ]

Yaozai agrees.

[System: Osamu Dazai, the target of the attack, has just modified his "wish" and has given you permission to view it. ]

Yoya Ubuyashiki clicked on the information, and a line of words came into view:

[Osamu Dazai, 18 years old, wish (updated 1 minute ago): die in love with Sensei Ubuyashiki~]

Yaozai's right eyelid twitched wildly, and the two mouthfuls of lake water that he had intentionally drank earlier turned upside down in his stomach.

The foresight of the Ubuyashiki family told him: the future will not be peaceful.

[System: Congratulations on opening the next level. ]

The interface depicts a man with medium-length hair, a gloomy expression, and a white coat.

[System: Raiders: Mori Ogai]

The author has something to say: Yesterday’s comments were particularly festive hhh

Thank you everyone!