What if the lord is too popular

That night

Blood Moon, Breeze.

Mori Owai stood by the window, looking up to listen to the crows.With one sound, the soul is desperate.

He hooked his lips and smiled, and suddenly—

A glare of cold light came out through the gap in the window and went straight to the back of the head.

"Gah—"

After screaming, the leading crow fell to the ground, dying with regret.

The rest of the accomplices flapped their wings and fled in despair.

Killing one to warn others is the desired effect of Mori Ogai.

He squinted in satisfaction.

"Aha—"

Almost at the same time, the old man on the KingSize single bed slowly woke up.His cloudy eyes rolled and looked at the man.

"Doctor Sen, have you been waiting long?"

Sen narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, and walked a few steps closer.

His slender figure was shrouded in moonlight—shoulder-length black hair, pale sunken cheeks, and residual blue stubble around his lips.

His eyes are always melancholy, as if covered with shadows, all of which are reminiscent of medieval vampire legends—

The handsome and mysterious Baron.

Sen bent down to help the old man up, and put a pillow on his back.

"Soon, less than half an hour."

Not too little and not too much.

The old man smiled: "Is this group of crows very noisy? Your patience is about the same as I expected, 5 minutes better than others.".

In just one sentence, the temptation becomes aboveboard.

Sen lowered his head in embarrassment to help the old man tuck up the quilt, while hiding the contemptuous smile on his lips.

When people are getting old, there are two characteristics that are easy to attract disgust:

Suspicious and self righteous.

Even the half hour of patience was calculated by Mori Ogai following the old man's thinking.

He whispered softly: "If it wasn't for the leader's appreciation, Ogai would still be an unknown doctor."

Yes, the old man with a sallow complexion and a haggard face in front of him is the current leader of the port Mafia, and everyone can punish him.

But he couldn't die yet, because—

Mori Ogai didn't want him to die.

Flattery always benefits old fools, the leader nodded with a smile on his lips:

"I heard that the kid following you ruined our plan to blow up the subway?"

Sen smiled secretly: Sure enough, I came here for this.

Osamu Dazai's actions were ordered by him.

Just as Sen was about to announce the speech he had prepared, the old man waved his hand unexpectedly:

"Forget it, just educate the young people. I have something else to ask you."

Mori Ogai frowned: "Boss?"

Trembling, the old man took out the photo from the pocket of his pajamas and handed it over.

"do you know him?"

Sen took a closer look, and saw that it was the face of a strange man - needless to say, his skin was creamy, with thin eyebrows and almond eyes, a high nose bridge, and reddish lips.

The finely carved facial features and the demure demeanor of the other party reminded Mori of Japanese dolls—the kind that are expensive to make.

Looking into the man's violet eyes for a long time, Mori Ogai inexplicably felt a little hot.

He tugged at the collar of his shirt and unbuttoned it.

"I do not know him."

As if nothing had happened to the old man:

"I heard that this man caused my subordinate's gun to go off. Dr. Sen, you know that the gun in our port Mafia has never done this. More importantly..."

At this moment-

[System: Do you want to check Dazai Osamu's private messages? ]

Mori Ogai clicked "Confirm" calmly.

[System: Dazai Osamu: Mr. Mori~ I jumped into the lake with a very beautiful man on the subway today.You may not believe it, but he is my new head teacher! ]

The old man licked his purple lips, his eyes revealed a blasphemous light:

"This man looks very much to my liking."

He glanced at Sen meaningfully: "Doctor Sen also understands, right?"

The implication is Sen's gaffe just now.

Mori smiled without changing his face.

The old man: "This man seems to be a teacher in your school. I hope you can bring him to see me as soon as possible."

[System: Osamu Dazai: I will bring him to see Mr. Mori tomorrow, but you can't compete with me, I have agreed with him to die in love together. ]

The old man thought hard: "If I remember correctly, this man's name is—

[System: Osamu Dazai: Teacher's name is—]

"Yuzai Ubuyashiki."

[Yuzai Ubuyashiki. ]

Sen's heart skipped a beat.

The old man: "Doctor Sen? Are you unwell?"

Sen came back to his senses, raised his bangs and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, leader, I just wondered if there is such a person in the school. I know. It may be a newcomer. It will take some time to bring him to you .Please……"

Before he finished speaking, the old man waved him away impatiently.

Sen walked out the door, and there was no one else in the silent corridor.

He thought of the rumors about the old man's special hobby in that area, and now that he was dying, he would only become crazier.

Mori pursed his lips, and Ubuyashiki's face that made people feel happy appeared in front of his eyes.

He raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled, his face was covered with frost in an instant, and his eyes turned cold.

Yes, he does have a little interest in this man.

But so what, in order to achieve "wish", there is nothing that cannot be given up.

Thinking about it, Mori Ou sent Dazai a reply with no expression on the outside.

[Then I look forward to meeting tomorrow, Dazai-kun.Don't be too early, it will affect my laziness. ]

next morning

[System: Ubuyashiki-sama, Dazai Osamu sent you a private message again, do you want to see it? ]

Yaozai remembered the boy's strange hobby, and his eyelids twitched: [Open it. ]

[System: Osamu Dazai: Teacher Yaozai SOS~My neck is stuck on the beam of the classroom~]

Sure enough, the predictive ability inherited from the Ubuyashiki family never makes mistakes.

He sighed, a little helpless: [Xiaotong, is there any prop that can speed me up? ]

[System: Yes, reach the destination instantly, effect for 3 days, 2500pt. ]

There is no doubt that the prices were set quite arbitrarily.

Ubuyashiki: [Buy it. ]

As soon as the words were finished, a gust of evil wind rose from the ground, and before Yaozai could react, he had already been pushed far away.

He passed the principal who was walking in the corridor, and by coincidence, the outside of the wind circle swept off the wig that covered his bald head.

The principal was furious: "Mr. Miyashiki, how can you run in the corridor? Mr. Miyashiki!"

Yaozai had no time to apologize, the next second he was standing at the door of Class D, panting.

wow-

He opened the door.

The sun is shining and the years are quiet.

A teenager is hanging from the ceiling with a rope around his neck, his legs kicking around—

It was Osamu Dazai who tirelessly sought death.

Yaozai was just about to take a step forward to save the opponent from the fire.

suddenly-

He narrowed his purple eyes and noticed something strange.

The position of Osamu Dazai's hands just covered the bottom of the noose, as if...

"Teacher Yaozai, what are you still doing there? I can't take it any longer!"

Osamu Dazai stuck out his tongue at Yaoya.

Yaozai understood, rushed into the classroom with a stride, and saw that he was about to reach under Dazai's body.

bang-

The long-planned black shadow fell to the ground, and Yaozai took a step back.

"Oh." Osamu Dazai lay on the ground and grinned.

And he was supposed to fall into Yoya Shiki's arms—at least he had that plan.

Miyayashiki Yoya was worried: "Dazai-san, are you alright?"

Osamu Dazai was about to speak—

"Ubuyashiki-sensei, how can you run around in the hallway? We should lead by example!"

The bald principal arrived late.

Ubuyashiki felt his shoulders sink, and Osamu Dazai, who was still alive just now, fell into a coma.

Yaozai frowned.

[System: Ubuyashiki-sama ~ Dazai Osamu private message again! ]

[System: Osamu Dazai: Mr. Principal is too wordy, please take me to the infirmary~]

The boy's hand slipped into Yaoya's wide kimono sleeve, and gently squeezed his.

Yasuoya Shiki: "..."

As soon as Osamu Dazai arrived at the infirmary, he jumped onto the bed familiarly, his legs dangling.

Holding the glass of grapefruit juice in his hand, he took a sip cautiously, sticking out his tongue from the heat.

Yaozai stared at the red marks on his neck: "Dazai-san, I'm curious, what is the reason why you keep committing suicide?"

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently, looked up at him, and suddenly—

Apart from anything else, like a koala jumping on Yaozai's body, big teardrops rolled down from his eyes.

"Isn't it because I have too many debts, all the things in the school can only be traded with PT, I can't live anymore, woo woo woo."

As he spoke, he rubbed Yaoya's chest.

Ubuyashiki: "...how much do you owe?"

Dazai choked with sobs: "10000."

The two were talking, crunching—

The door of the infirmary opened, and a man in a white coat hunched in.

[System: Raiders: Mori Ogai, age: 32 years old, current favorability: 10%]

10%?Doesn't it start at 0%?

Ubuyashiki's prying eyes happened to meet Mori Ogai, and the man walked towards him with a teasing smile.

tap tap —

A long shadow looms over him, plopping—

Yaoza heard his own heartbeat, and then—

The man lifted Osamu Dazai by the back of his neck, easily threw him on the bed, and cleared his throat:

"There are such students in the class, you are working hard, right?"

Yaoza was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking to him.

This is a difficult question, Yaozai chooses to remain silent.

Mori Ogai didn't take it seriously, took out the hairpin from his pocket, tied his long hair into a ponytail with his backhand, and patted Yaoya on the shoulder soothingly.

"It's okay, I'll help you get him."

After speaking, he approached Osamu Dazai who kept muttering on the bed.

"Dazai-kun." He tilted his head with a smile, his eyes blurred: "If you want to die, I don't mind helping you..."

A dazzling cold light flashed in front of Yaozai, his heart skipped a beat.

[Teleport. ]

The familiar evil wind rose again, and in the blink of an eye, Yoya had already run to the bedside, grabbing Mori Ogai's sword with his bare hands.

Hiss—

The thin and deep wound crossed Yuyashiki's right palm, and the fine pain was like a tide, making the soft flesh there throb.

He bit his lip and turned his head, smiling at Osamu Dazai forcefully: "Are you okay?"

A drop of cold sweat flowed from his forehead just right, reflecting into the boy's dark brown pupils, where the shock slowly turned into heartache.

"Teacher Yaozai, you..."

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

"Ah~ah~"

The instigator, Mori Ogai, raised his bangs, singing in an exaggerated "V" shape.

"Is that why the principal asked you to take over Class D?"

He mocked, but gently grabbed Yaoya's injured right hand.

"Let the doctor quickly bandage the wound for you."

"Thank you."

The two were about to walk to the desk when suddenly—

Osamu Dazai: "Ms. Yoya will be ready with my bandage later."

Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows: "Your? Is it the one that has been wrapped around for how long? The wound will become infected."

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, he took out a roll of white strips from the pocket of his windbreaker, and looked at Mori Ogai provocatively.

"I happen to have new ones."

Mori Ogai chuckled lightly.

"Let's seek the opinions of the parties concerned."

Ogai Mori & Osamu Dazai stared at Yoya closely, their eyes burning, they said in unison, "What do you think, Mr. Ubuyashiki/Yoya?"

Yoya's eyes wandered from Mori Ogai to Dazai Osamu not far away, he was in a dilemma.

at this time-

[System prompt: The answer will affect the favorability of the target, please choose the host carefully. ]

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