I got the BE script and got entangled by my ex-boyfriends

you……"

"Shut up, you bandage-wasting device!"

"Ah, that sentence again!"

Atsushi Nakajima lay on the table and watched the two adults quarreling speechlessly, one head and two older.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hearing is very good, he heard the whispers, and now he can hear the noise more clearly, he was eating the bean paste bun in his hand, Izumi Kyoka thought for a long time, and finally put his hand on his head.

"Don't worry, we'll take you back when you're full."

Really reliable girl, much more reliable than those three!

"Why were you hunted down by a fox?" Quan Jinghua gave him half a bean paste bun, and the question she asked was so straightforward that it didn't look like she was talking to a child again.

The noise stopped.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled secretly, with a confused face, tilted his head, and thought: "I don't know them, and I don't know why they are chasing me."

"Kyoka, don't say such things to children." Nakajima Atsushi hurried over to stop him, he squatted down in front of Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and said softly, "Tsurumaru, do you still remember your parents' mobile phone numbers?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga nodded, cute and cute, "I know, I can call them."

Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses, pulled Dazai Osamu by the collar, and talked to the child very gently, "Your parents are still there, aren't they?"

"It's too rude, Kunikida-kun." Dazai Osamu dragged his voice, and broke Kunikida Doppo's hand, "How can you say such things to a child."

"No." Tsurumaru Kuninaga blinked his big golden eyes, "Mom is mother, and father comes later."

That is, the stepfather...?

Osamu Dazai's kite-colored pupils reflected an inexplicable smile, Kunikida Doppo was already stunned.

No, no, impossible, although he looks a lot like the president, but what kind of person is the president!He won't do this kind of thing!Absolutely not!

Quan Jinghua raised a question mark at Atsushi Nakajima.

The trio hid in the corner of the bookshelf and whispered again.

"The president is not this kind of person."

"Here comes Kunikida-kun again. Even if it is true, don't be surprised. Although the president is old, he is also a good-looking talent. It is normal to have such worldly desires."

"I do not believe!"

"...Uh, what have you guys been talking about since just now?"

"Ah, don't Atsu-kun also think that Tsurumaru looks like the president, only father and son in the world can look like this."

"Huh? Ah—"

Pupil earthquake.

The child who was rescued in Shibuya was the president's illegitimate son? !

Nakajima Atsushi Sankan collapsed.

Kunikida Doppo was excited and wanted to pull Dazai Osamu's collar, but he easily dodged it. He opened the door humming a song, pulled in Miyazawa Kenji who was about to open the door, and trotted in front of Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

"Xianzhi, when you look at this child, what do you think of?"

Miyazawa Kenji took a serious look, and excitedly said: "Is the president married! Who is the lady, are you here today?"

"Look, even Kenji said the same thing." Dazai Osamu was quite happy to eat melons.

Remodeling of Atsushi Nakajima's three views.

Quan Jinghua looked understanding.

Kunikida was still crouching in the corner, silently, thinking to himself, "Impossible, impossible, impossible..."

……

Early morning, 08:04.

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked serious and lowered his head.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga is cute and cute, with his head raised.

Four eyes facing each other.

Can't say it doesn't matter, just say it's the same.

The whole room was silent without the sound of breathing.

Atsushi Nakajima almost suffocated himself to death, but when he looked sideways, Osamu Dazai curled his lips, very happy.

He quietly retreated to the back, and asked Yosano Akiko, "Where is Mr. Ranpo?"

"I have a mission, I have to stay outside with Tanizaki for about three days."

Alas, it happened to be this time.

In short, the atmosphere is very heavy now, subtly heavy...

Fukuzawa Yukichi remained calm: Think about it carefully, think about it quickly, this child is four or five years old, did I do anything wrong that I shouldn't have done five years ago.No, no, I am very confident in my self-control, there must be something wrong, if I really make any mistakes because of this... This child really looks like me!

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was speechless: Good guy, this is no more like my own father than Gojo Satoru.

Osamu Dazai approached Fukuzawa Yukichi with a smile on his face, and whispered, "President, do you still remember who the mother of the child is?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi closed his eyes, and said seriously: "There is no such thing." Even if there was, he would definitely be responsible. Think about it first, how much you owe this mother and child.

"President It's okay, we all understand you."

Osamu Dazai had an expression that I understood, but it was a pity that Doppo Kunikida hadn't slowed down yet, otherwise he would definitely beat him up.

Tsurumaru Kuni never wanted to waste time here, he raised his innocent and cute voice and said, "Can I call Mommy?"

Dazai Osamu was very cooperative and gave the phone, "Come on, contact your family first, and I will take you home."

Atsushi Nakajima: ... I think you just want to go and make trouble.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga dialed twice in a row, but no one answered, and then called the store manager Sato, still no one answered.Yesterday was chased by a fox, Manager Sato passed out, in order not to affect her, Tsurumaru Kuninaga ran out, she must not have woken up yet.

When I wanted to call my cheap father Gojo Satoru, I suddenly remembered an embarrassing thing. What's the number?

It seems that I have only used shortcut keys to type, and I have no impression of the complete number.

"Well, can you take me back to Shibuya?"

……

Morning, 09:01.

The room with the curtains drawn was dimly lit, Gojo Satoru was sitting on the bed against the wall, staring at the phone, thinking about Tsukishiro Chinatsu's photo for hours.

Zenyuan Naoya's name suddenly appeared on the screen. He was in a bad mood and wanted to ignore it, but it would be more troublesome if he didn't answer.

"Wu Jun, where are you going to investigate today?"

"I skipped work."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Zenyuan Naozai, listen carefully, I'm going to skip work from now on."

Wujo Wu was in a bad mood, and his tone dropped by more than one degree, mercilessly, and said coldly, "You can report to the higher-ups as you like." After saying that, he hung up the phone and blacked out Zenyuan Naozai.

He turned his head and looked out the window, it was already dawn.

He carefully recalled the first year of the junior high school, the day Qianxia transferred, his attitude was really bad, he glanced at it and went back to sleep on the table again.

In the third year of the high school, Xia Youjie found Xia Youjie on the streets of Shinjuku. The worst mood was relieved by self-regulation, and he returned to the high school to start a relationship with Qianxia.

In their relationship, they are no different from ordinary couples, they will also hold hands, hug and kiss, and Qian Xia will not even refuse his willful requests.

Everything went well, he didn't find anything wrong with Qian Xia, she had always liked him so much.

To achieve the most critical step, the things that get in the way will not be used in the future, and you can consider getting married after graduation.

Three days before Qian Xia disappeared, Gojo Satoru was still thinking this way.

There was too much memory loss, he couldn't think of any bad things he had done to Qian Xia even if he tried his best.This is an indescribable torture, more difficult than when Qian Xia lost his trace. If someone disappeared, he could find it.Now Qianxia is by his side, he just watches, unable to do anything, Qianxia is still trying to distance himself from him, and wants to leave him.Obviously deep into the bones and blood, the suppressed crazy thoughts and subtle pain in the bottom of his heart are clamoring for him to trap Qianxia by his side, but reason always prevails at any time, he has the ability to do so, but he knows that as long as he shows a little Without this kind of thought, Qianxia will get farther and farther away from him.

torment.

Gojo Satoru was full of irritability and depression, and was almost driven mad by this sober contradiction.At a certain moment, he even hoped that he would just go crazy according to his inner thoughts and forget it.

But no.

Love is such a difficult whirlpool, getting deeper and deeper.Killing a thousand super magic spirits is easier than this. Before that, Gojo Satoru never thought that he would become like this one day.

The romance novels that students occasionally read, he also read a few times when he was bored, and the male protagonist in the book was not as miserable as him.

Trying to recap the incomplete period of high school, he began to think carefully about every day they spent together after the reunion.

From the first meeting in front of the convenience store in a bad mood, to yesterday when she ordered two bowls of seafood ramen at a small restaurant in Shinjuku.

From Qianxia wiping the cream on the corners of his lips at the coffee shop, to leaving yesterday in front of the small restaurant in Shinjuku.

Obviously at the beginning...she had him in her eyes, and she would make some cute reactions.

The distance between her is getting farther and farther day by day, even if it is a small step every time, Gojo Satoru catches up with one easy step, obviously very close, but still can't touch her.

Tsukishiro Qianxia seemed to have found her original self through her first mistake, and she never saw him again.

Don't care, don't hate, don't get close, don't be alarmed.

He made her angry on purpose. Is she angry? There are some things that even strangers will be angry when they see them.

He acted like a baby and pretended to be wronged, but she would show gentleness, limited to the surface.

He turned off Infinity because he wanted to be intimate with Qianxia.

However, the boundary drawn by Qianxia always refused him.

It is a distance farther than infinity.

... She may have let go of those things before.

He never wants to hear such words as letting go and letting go!This means that he has no chance of recovering.

Wujo Satoru was on the verge of being autistic, and he fell deeply into self-anger under depression and irritability.He roughly ruffled his hair, leaned over to the pillow, and dialed a number in annoyance.

If no one answers, transfer to the message box.

Jia Ruozi should go for an autopsy. Besides her, who else knows...even if not all of them, but at least they know.Gojo Satoru buried his face in the pillow