Dazai climbed Mount Kongtong overnight

The promotion of Atsushi Nakajima and Gin Akutagawa exploded the scandal that had just subsided for a long time.

Atsushi Nakajima and Gin Akutagawa are too young. Even if their strength is there, they will not be able to soar to such important positions all at once.

This is almost the same as when Zhongye jumped from a quasi-cadre to a top cadre in the Central Plains, full of the leader's personal emotions.

The three closest to the leader who are still with the leader are probably these three, Alpha's Chuya Nakahara, Beta's Silver, and Omega's Nakajima Atsushi.

The types are complete!

As expected of the leader! ! !

Originally, Atsushi Nakajima, an Omega, should have been the most deeply involved in scandals, but because of his reputation as a white god of death over the past year and the fact that he has conquered those who looked down on him, not many people will now. Omega's gender is prefixed before the person.

In comparison, perhaps the position of the leader's personal secretary is more ambiguous...

Akutagawa Yin, other people only know her name is Yin, she was protected by the leader until she didn't know her life experience and full name, only knew that she was brought back by the leader himself three and a half years ago.

Finally, she and Osamu Dazai are the same Beta gender, and because she has no other thoughts about Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai is very reassuring and fond of her and a series of reasons, resulting in Akutagawa Gin now becoming the scandal of Osamu Dazai in the eyes of others. most notable object.

But those who knew a little bit didn't take it seriously.

Because it's really obvious that even if Osamu Dazai's thoughts are unpredictable, at least it can be seen that Akutagawa Silver has no pink atmosphere for Osamu Dazai at all, just a respectful love for Osamu Dazai.

Although the chief secretary, who can stay close to Osamu Dazai every day, is indeed a bit envious...

Compared with Akutagawa Yin, Nakajima Atsushi is more upset in Zhongyuan.

White death?

Zhong Yuanzhong also suspected that the other party did it on purpose.

Because Osamu Dazai's previous nickname was Black Ghost.

Although it's really a bit naive, Zhong Yuanzhong was also unexpectedly very upset about this.

The boy with white hair and golden eyes was wearing a black plush turtleneck coat. His indifferent and sharp expression instantly melted when he saw this side. Although he still had no expression, his eyes lit up and he rushed over almost subconsciously.

"Mr. Dazai!" The boy's voice couldn't hide his joy and affection, and there was even an echo in this empty and tall corridor.

"You want to call the leader, boy, are you courting death?" *Nakahara Chuya said coldly, frowning and looking at him displeasedly.

"Okay, okay, it's not a big deal." Osamu Dazai stood in the middle and sighed helplessly.

"You are too arrogant, guerrilla captain, show some respect in front of the leader."* Zhong Yuan Zhongya still stared at the white-haired boy coldly.

He now feels that Bai Mao is not a good person anymore, Gojo Satoru is, and Nakajima Atsushi is also, relying on Dazai Osamu's indulgence, he will not know the heights of heaven and earth.

Atsushi Nakajima bowed his head and apologized: "I am very sorry."

But when he lowered his head, he revealed a part of the black collar around his neck, which made Zhong Yuanzhong feel even more glaring.

"It's okay, thank you for your hard work, Atsushi, welcome back." Osamu Dazai smiled and asked Atsushi Nakajima to raise his head.

The expression of the white-haired boy immediately came alive again: "Mr. Dazai, I have successfully completed this task!"

Osamu Dazai nodded in praise: "Well, well done, Atsushi."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The Central Plains was even more angry.

Osamu Dazai was still chatting with Atsushi Nakajima.

"But... Atsushi, what do you want to send people to the orphanage for?" Osamu Dazai asked, his faint smile remained unchanged, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Atsushi Nakajima's body stiffened instantly.

Osamu Dazai took a step forward, the black leather shoes stepped on the high-grade carpet without making the slightest sound, but Atsushi Nakajima felt a loud "boom" that made his heart stop suddenly and he held his breath.

Osamu Dazai's step brought the distance between the two of them even closer, and he paused for a moment when his lowered eyes glanced at the collar he gave to the young man's neck. Finally, his eyes moved up to meet the restless and trembling golden eyes of the young man. Look at each other.

"Dun, did I tell you? Without my permission, you are not allowed to approach that orphanage." He spoke slowly, but the pressure caused was even greater.

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help shifting his gaze away nervously, he didn't dare to look at him again, but he didn't dare not reply, he could only subconsciously try to explain: "I, I'm sorry, Mr. Dazai, I just wanted to, only……"

Ever since he became the chief guerrilla captain, he has had the power to mobilize most of the Port Mafia, but he has only used it for one thing for his own personal business.

That is, contrary to Mr. Dazai's order, he sent people to investigate and blockade the area around the orphanage, and then he himself planned to attack directly at night...

Osamu Dazai looked at him without speaking, but his eyes gradually became disappointed and cold.

Couldn't help but quietly watched his young man fall into an ice cave for an instant.

"No, not Mr. Dazai!" Atsushi Nakajima's mind was blank, his hands and feet were cold, and he immediately put aside all his panic and apologized and admitted his mistake, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I will let them come back immediately, I will never go to the orphanage again , I won’t think about it again, I’m sorry, please punish—”

"Since you want to go so much, then go." Osamu Dazai interrupted him.

Atsushi Nakajima froze for a moment, looking at him in disbelief.

He saw the leader in pitch-black curled up his lips and said in a cold voice, "I'll go with you."

Nakahara Chuya frowned again: "I—"

Osamu Dazai interrupted him: "There is no need to follow Zhong, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Atsushi Nakajima and Nakahara Nakaya were obviously shocked and worried, and Atsushi Nakajima was even more uneasy and nervous, but neither of them could stop Osamu Dazai from making a decision.

On the evening of May 5, a group of heavily armed mafia in black suits ushered in a remote orphanage.

But they didn't make a big noise to wake up the others in the orphanage. Only the dean stood at the door and waited as if he had expected it.

Atsushi Nakajima seemed obedient and obedient to follow behind Osamu Dazai, but his whole body was already caught in extreme vigilance and tension.

His spirit was even more in a trance, as if he had been tricked by some spiritual supernatural being. The ground and people in front of him were twisted into a terrifying appearance, trying to devour him, which made him involuntarily put on an extremely aggressive fighting posture.

The golden animal pupils glowing under the moonlight stared at the dean over there, and the boy's hands had unknowingly turned into huge sharp tiger claws.

Until a hand came up.

Atsushi Nakajima was terrified by the temperature of that hand, the boiling ability quickly disappeared, the tiger-like claws turned back into hands, and the distorted world returned to normal.

He followed that hand upwards and saw Mr. Dazai, his restless and frightened heart was immediately soothed, and his mind became a little clearer.

Then, he found that the dean was not some three-headed and six-armed monster, and was even thinner than the man he remembered. Looking at him, his expression was even soft and gratifying.

but why?

Why are you looking at him that way? !

"It's so slow, number 78."

As soon as the dean's voice sounded, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but think of everything he had lived in this hell.

He was beaten to the point where his teeth were almost broken, his nails were overturned due to excessive struggle, he was chained in a punishment room embedded in the wall, he was so hungry that he didn’t dare to steal food because he was afraid of being punished, and his body was layered. All kinds of scars that never fade away, countless demeaning words that say he is not worthy of living in this world... *

Atsushi Nakajima was so frightened that his body kept shaking, as if he had returned to the time of a weak child who had no ability to resist, and the dean in front of him just gave him a glare, and he would bleed to death from his seven orifices.

He was going crazy.

"Dun, calm down." The voice engraved into his soul almost ordered him to calm down subconsciously, and he couldn't help but hold the hand that was on his own, breathing fast, restless and irritable.

"But, but Dazai-san—"

"Don't be afraid, don't worry, I'm by your side." Osamu Dazai comforted the furry little tiger, let him hold his hand, and led the people towards the dean slowly.

Nakajima Atsushi was successfully appeased by these words.

That's right, no matter what happens, who the countless people are facing, as long as Mr. Dazai is by his side, there is nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about.

Even the dean is the same, since Mr. Dazai was able to take him away from the dean, there is no need to be afraid now.

As long as Mr. Dazai is around, he doesn't have to worry about anything.

The omnipotent Mr. Dazai, the omniscient Mr. Dazai, the Mr. Dazai who said he would never leave him...

The dangerous big tiger has turned into a kitten with fried fur, and clings to the person he trusts. Although he is afraid, he bravely steps into the hell that once caused him a huge psychological shadow, and tries to calmly face the most terrifying one. demon.

Mr. Dazai seemed to have already said something to the dean before, and now he greeted him very naturally and went directly to the topic.

"Thank you very much, but I would like to speak to him alone," said the dean.

"As you can see, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, so let me listen." Mr. Dazai said.

The dean looked at him with complicated eyes: "No. 78, you can't be considered an independent and mature person like this, right? I'm starting to hesitate whether to let you attend the graduation ceremony."

"Graduation ceremony?" Atsushi Nakajima will no longer be more volatile because of any demeaning words from the other party, but he can't accept the normal and good aspects.

But because Mr. Dazai was by his side, because Mr. Dazai was holding his hand, he could barely think calmly and rationally instead of hiding in the corner trembling or attacking the opponent madly.

"Because as of today, my education is over, and I originally planned to let you graduate from me today." The dean said to him.

"Then do you want to keep procrastinating? Maybe I won't notice next time, after all, I'm really busy here too." Mr. Dazai said.

The dean was silent for a few seconds, and finally sighed, seeming to compromise.

He turned and bent down, and picked up something from the table.

"What is that? What are you going to do?" Atsushi Nakajima's body tensed instantly, as if he was facing an enemy.

"It's something to celebrate your graduation from here." The dean said holding the white wooden box.

"Do you remember? I once said that a clock is a proof that a person has independent will and can control his thoughts and actions." The dean said.

"I remember, of course I remember, you also said that people like me will never own a clock." Nakajima Atsushi said sharply, and couldn't help but clenched Mr. Dazai's hand even more, and even wanted to hide behind him.

But Mr. Dazai stretched out his other hand and patted his shoulder, then opened his fingers little by little, and withdrew his hand.

Atsushi Nakajima turned his head to look at him in disbelief, with a flustered and frightened expression, like a cat about to be thrown into a dangerous river by its owner.

But when he saw Mr. Dazai's expression, he felt himself being pulled back from the cliff.

Dazai-san put his hands on his shoulders and slowly pushed him forward.

"Go, I'll watch you from behind." Mr. Dazai said, "Atsushi, I believe you can do well to graduate from here, right?"

Atsushi Nakajima was as stiff as a rock, he wanted to say he couldn't, he wanted to scream that he was scared to death, but he still took a slow, stiff step in front of the two of them.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The dean's room was not big, and he quickly stood in front of the dean, his heart beating like a drum.

He stared at the white wooden box in the dean's hand, thinking about whether it was a gun or a weapon. If Mr. Dazai hadn't been watching him from behind, he would have attacked first.

The Dean opened the box and handed it to him.

Atsushi Nakajima froze for a full three seconds before taking a look.

Inside the box is a high-end watch that looks very expensive, and there is a handwritten card next to it, with "Happy Birthday" written in a familiar font.

Happy birthday?

"Atsushi, Atsushi Nakajima." Standing in front of him, the dean called his name for the first time instead of No. 78.

Atsushi Nakajima raised his head and stared at him blankly.

With a happy and fatherly smile on his face, he stretched out his arms and hugged him for two seconds, then let go, stepped back and looked at him and said, "Congratulations, Dun, you graduated."

Atsushi Nakajima was stiff all over, he felt the absurdity, the sharp doubts and hot emotions almost turned into tears and fell down.

At this moment, he suddenly understood many things.

It turns out that the dean has long known about his supernatural powers, and that he was the one who turned into a tiger and wreaked havoc in the orphanage, but the dean didn't let others know about it, nor did he drive him out, so he put him out of the orphanage. Locked up, could it be possible to teach him how to control himself by doing those things to him...

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help turning his head to look at Mr. Dazai.

When Atsushi Nakajima encounters any problem, he will always subconsciously look for his Mr. Dazai immediately.

Mr. Dazai was watching them quietly, without any expression on his face. Seeing him turn his head to look over, he slowly revealed a smile.

"Happy birthday, Don," he said. "Congratulations on graduating."

"You have grown up. From now on, no demons will haunt you, and you will become stronger and stronger."

"Of course, I didn't bring you here to ask you to forgive him. The things he did and the injuries he did may not be too much even in the name of love. It doesn't matter if you never forgive him for the rest of your life." Mr. Dazai said in front of him. The dean also said very directly, "I brought you here so that you can graduate from him completely."

"Dun, from today onwards, you will become an adult who can survive alone," he said.