I saved the world after jumping backwards

Layers of clouds piled up in the blue sky, and the plane made a piercing buzz as it landed.

In a corner of the waiting area of ​​the airport, a young man was falling asleep with a newspaper he found somewhere covering his face. His legs were stretched out, his hands were folded on his abdomen, and he looked very Cozy.

This black-haired boy is really special in a place like the airport where people come and go. It doesn't mean that he is handsome and outstanding, nor that he is unique when he dozes off on the bench at the airport, but that he is dressed in black. He has already shown his mafia identity, so that passers-by don't even dare to look at him more.

After the plane had completely landed, he slowly removed the newspaper on his face and got up slowly.

"Ha——" He yawned for a long time, he stretched his waist like a cat, his handsome face showed a tired expression, he looked innocent and harmless, and might even make women feel pity for him mood.

The kite-colored eyes of the black-haired boy fell on the figure walking towards him, his brows and eyes slightly bent, he waved his hand at him, and showed a lazy smile.

"Welcome back, Xiaoxue."

The silver-haired boy stopped and smiled at him, "Mr. Dazai."

"Odasaku has a job now, so he asked me to pick you up." Dazai squinted his eyes and said, "Do you feel very surprised?"

Oda Sakunosuke had already told Yukibu about this in advance, so he was not surprised at this time.

Dazai approached the young man affectionately, took the initiative to take his luggage with his left hand, and then took the other's hand with his right hand. After seeing the black crystal diamond bracelet on his exposed snow-white wrist, the pair of The iris eyes couldn't help but flicker.

"Xiaoxue, we haven't seen each other for almost three weeks! Mr. Mori won't let me change Chuya, it's too much!"

As soon as the subject changed, he said in a sad tone: "However, why didn't Xiaoxue take the initiative to send me messages in Italy? Could it be that you and Zhong Ye had too much fun and forgot about me?"

The silver-haired boy showed a slightly surprised expression, and he replied to Dazai's unreasonable troubles seriously: "Because I'm a bit busy at work, and I have a message from Mr. Dazai."

"I mean, you didn't take the initiative to send me a message!" The black-haired boy pouted childishly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you send a photo of Odasaku wearing new clothes, Chuya also saw it, so it's not just me I haven't seen it before!"

He continued to sell miserably in a sticky way: "Did I get isolated by Xiaoxue, woo woo..."

Liao Xuebu pursed his lips, turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai who was pretending to cry, and asked a question: "I didn't mean not to show Mr. Dazai, since Mr. Dazai already knew, it must be from Mr. Saku Is it over?"

"Ah, I was discovered. I always feel that Xiaoxue has become sharper since she came back from Italy." Dazai stuck out his tongue after being exposed, and changed another topic without the slightest mind, "Speaking of which, you and Chuya Did anything interesting happen in Italy?"

The two walked out of the airport while chatting, got into the special car parked in the waiting area of ​​Mafia at the port, and went directly to the first building.

Dazai knocked lightly on the door of the chief's office, "Mr. Mori, Koyuki is back."

The leader's voice came from inside the room, "Is it Dazai-kun and Xue-kun? Please come in."

With the nod of the guard at the door, the door of the chief's office was opened, and the two walked into the chief's office.

Mori Ogai had been waiting for the two of them here a long time ago. The black-haired man squinted his long and narrow fox eyes, and welcomed the boy with a gentle voice, "Welcome back, Yuki-kun, I didn't know you were playing in Italy. Are you happy?"

When he asked this sentence, the smile on the face of the black-haired boy standing beside Xuebu seemed to froze for a moment.

It can only be said that Ogai Mori and Osamu Dazai are worthy of being mentors and apprentices, and even in this kind of polite greeting, the two people choose the same topic.

"Mr. Sen." The silver-haired boy nodded to him, his tone was flat and soft, "Excuse me, do you need me to report the progress of the work now?"

The polite words were avoided, Mori Ogai was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, he couldn't help but chuckled and said, "Why? You just went on a long journey, I just want to see you to confirm your safety, Mr. Xue."

"I'm fine." Xuebu lowered his eyes and didn't look at the other party. "It's just that I'm a little tired after sitting on the plane for a long time."

After he said that, Mori Ogai naturally didn't intend to keep him anymore, "In this case, please take a good rest today, and save the work report until next time. I think you must be very happy too. I want to meet your adoptive father, Oda-kun."

Yukibu nodded, and did not communicate with Mori Ogai. With the latter's consent, he left the chief's office, leaving Dazai and Mori looking at each other.

Dazai curled his black hair on his forehead with some annoyance, and said slowly: "If it was before, Koyuki would accompany Mr. Mori in circles no matter how tired or hard he was."

Soon, he smiled gloatingly and looked at the leader who had a headache, "I think Mr. Mori must be hated by Xiaoxue! Who made Mr. Mori a black-hearted boss?"

"It's too much, Dazai-kun..." Mori Ogai couldn't help but sighed, he propped his face with one hand and said sadly, "Is this really the case... I wanted to tell Xue-kun, but I made it for him A cadre position has been reserved..."

Port Mafia has made a lot of efforts in the past to obtain a license to open with abilities, but for the safety of other citizens, is it really impossible for the authorities to easily issue such an important thing to a cruel mafia organization like Port Mafia?

And today's port Mafia has already belonged to a formal organization with officially certified abilities after obtaining the opening license for abilities.

Although he said that on the phone, Sen is indeed a person who cherishes talents. He wants to keep Xuebu as much as possible, so he is willing to throw out the title of cadre as a bargaining chip.

But who would have thought that Xuebu, who was recalled from Italy in advance, looked exactly like two people before?

Dazai casually moved to the door, he pushed open the door of the chief's office, and then turned his head to look at Mori Ogai: "Perhaps he doesn't want it at all, if Mr. Mori wants to keep Xiaoyuki, there is nothing he can do. "

His iris-colored eyes deepened, reflecting the appearance of the smiling black-haired man, "But I hope Mr. Mori better not do that."

Mr. Mori must have thought of the solution he thought of.

Facing the boy's vigilant gaze, Mori Ogai showed a harmless smile.

……

...

It was already half an hour later when Xuebu arrived home, and the long journey inevitably made him a little physically and mentally exhausted.

Back at Odasaku's apartment, the furnishings here are still the same as before he left, everything is clean, and there is still a smell of aromatherapy in the air, which he bought before he left.

It must have been cleaned on purpose. The silver-haired boy couldn't help laughing. He took his luggage back to the room. After tidying up everything, he went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came back after wiping his hair, his mobile phone answered I received a call from Mr. Chuya from Italy.

"Hey, Xue, you're already home."

The silver-haired boy went to the bed and sat down, and asked with some concern: "Well, I just got home not long ago, is Mr. Nakaya okay? Is it really okay to let me come back alone?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhong Yuanzhong also heard the young man's soft voice and felt as if his ears had been blown. He shivered and couldn't help shrinking, "Uh, don't worry about me! I'm fine!"

Although Nakaya voluntarily applied to stay in Italy for a longer period of time in order to prevent Yuki from being influenced by the guys here, but at the same time, he thought that there was an uneasy Dazai Osamu here.

He couldn't help urging again and again, "It's you, be careful of Dazai, he has a bad stomach, and he doesn't know if he will secretly take advantage of you..."

"Anyway, Yuki, try not to get in touch with Dazai alone, do you understand?"

Xuebu couldn't help laughing out with his appearance of an old hen protecting its cubs. To be honest, this kind of emotion is really inexplicable. Xuebu's originally erratic mood immediately settled down after hearing what he said. down.

It seems to be the same as before.

He lay down on the soft bed, and the sheets were exuding a fragrance of laundry detergent. He sniffed it lightly, knowing that the other party couldn't see it, but still nodded obediently, "I see, Mr. Nakaya .”

Suddenly there was no sound on the other end of the phone, neither of them hung up the phone, Xuebu blinked his eyes a little strangely, until the other party choked out a sentence: "...What are you doing now?"

"I'm lying on the bed." Xuebu answered him honestly.

Hearing this, Zhong also immediately realized the problem, "Did I bother you? You just got off the plane not long ago, why don't you go to bed early..."

"No."

The silver-haired boy probably got under the quilt, and Zhong also heard some rustling voices coming from the phone, and then the boy's soft voice came over with the sound of shallow breathing, "Actually, I heard Zhong also I feel very reassured by the sir's voice, so if it's possible, could you please speak to me again?"

Probably because I didn't get an answer from the other party for a long time, so Xuebu continued to insist: "Mr. Nakaya, I'm acting like a baby... You said that I can act like a baby, right? So, can you promise me?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye's heart was pounding, and he felt that the boy's voice was obedient and soft just now, his ear tips were dyed an unnatural red, and he pressed the brim of his hat to cover his expression at the moment, his expression must be very silly now!

Damn, this is too cute!

He thought a little broken.

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The author has something to say:

Returning to Wenye probably has two more volumes to finish [but I don’t feel like setting a flag and feeling that it may be divided into three volumes]. . .