Why aren't people raising me

On the first day back to school, Nakahara Masaharu received a rocket model made by Saiki Sorasuke.

"Here, last week's handicraft class homework, but others are origami airplanes and paper cranes, and I am different." Saiki Kongsuke, who is a whole head shorter than Masaharu, looked a little smug and smiled. , "This is something I researched myself, it can really breathe fire and ascend to heaven."

Masaharu Nakahara stared, "Did you add gunpowder to it?"

Even if you are a genius, you can't come into contact with such dangerous goods at such a young age!

Saiki Sosuke: "I added antimony trisulfide, potassium chlorate, manganese dioxide and sulfur."

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."

Masaharu Nakahara: "Oh, you used the ignition part of the match."

Qi Mukongsuke gasped, "You actually knew!"

At any rate, Masaharu Nakahara has the knowledge of Masaharu Akashi. He is not as good in science as in liberal arts, but he still has the name of a genius on his head. He knows some terms like chemistry, "Thank you, but there is no reason, why did you give me this?"

"Cough." The light golden radish head who hadn't graduated from kindergarten coughed in a low voice, "I, my..."

Yaji looked at him curiously.

actually shy.

"I guessed that it's your birthday recently." Qi Mukongsuke said in an obvious manner, "For opponents and friends who barely catch my eye, of course I have to show something."

Oh, Saiki Kongsuke's second-year-old disease is really earlier than ordinary children, and his wording is very strange.

"Did my brother tell you?"

"I guess, because you are more bloated than usual today, you must have had a big meal last night."

"It's afternoon now, Kongsuke, I did a lot of training in the morning, and I went to physical education class again, and the edema has almost subsided."

"..."

Qi Mukong ran out of particle words.

He can't say, all this was told by his younger brother who has telepathy. Kusuo often mentions other people's affairs, because his ranged mind-reading ability cannot be turned off, and he will always hear a lot of secrets.

And it just so happened that his mother was teaching him how to get along with people recently, including giving gifts between friends, because Saiki Kusuo was about to enter kindergarten, and he had to deal with his peers.It was the first time for a person with superpowers to leave home, and his parents wanted to tell him all the key points they could think of.

So when Matsuda Jinpei and the others were planning to surprise Masaharu's birthday, Saiki Kusuo sent a voice to his brother's mind, [He is going to celebrate his birthday. ]

[Should receive many gifts. ]

[You are going to be forgotten. ]

Qi Mukongsuke's exuberant desire to win was ignited again. He studied the gift that could surprise Masaharu and surpass others overnight. Rocket.

Absolute genius.

Although this genius forgot to make up a reliable reason.

Masaharu Nakahara stared into the green eyes of the other party, "Anyway, I like the gift very much, Sorasuke, you are really amazing."

This compliment comes from the heart, and Masaharu Nakahara sincerely thinks that a child is very powerful.

With his concentration, execution, competitiveness, and his terrifying brain calculations and creativity, Qi Mu Kongsuke's future cannot be underestimated.

……

Since Yinan sent the first letter, he sent greetings to Masaharu on time every day. The envelopes he used were still the batch left by Natsume Masaharu, and the corners were painted with stick figures of Masaharu's personal interests, which were preserved very well. Well, there is hardly any sign of time.

Because falling flowers can be seen everywhere now, one or two of them will be pinned on the envelope as a decoration. This may be the romance and sense of ritual of monsters. Masaharu Nakahara will take it in surprise every time.

There are barriers between monsters and humans in the world of monsters, just like magic spirits, you generally cannot feel his existence, even if those creatures touch you, you will not have the cognition of "being touched", so Masaharu Nakahara does not Can't hold Yinan's hand and do the hug they have had countless times.

Masaharu Nakahara didn't see Osamu Dazai again until three days after the birthday party.

That was the time to say goodbye to Nakaya. Their missions and vacations they had taken out were cleared, and it was time to return to their missions. Dazai Osamu no longer hid under this situation, and was standing aside looking at the sky with an indistinguishable expression.

Masaharu and Chuya hugged each other, and then asked, "What happened to the mackerel?"

"Rely on his inscrutable appearance and refuse to communicate with others. He will come out from time to time. Who knows what is going on in his mind."

"..."

After Kazuya finished speaking and agreed to see him again, Masaharu Nakahara went to Dazai Osamu to say goodbye to him, he raised his eyes to stare at the black-haired boy, and said softly, "Can you stop bullying Chuya all the time. "

Osamu Dazai, who had been listening to him in his spare time, paused for a moment, "Chuya will be angry when he hears you say that."

"I know, so I will tell you quietly."

"..." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelids, "Will he complain to you?"

"I guessed it myself, because Chuya is too careless compared to you."

Osamu Dazai shook his shoulders, and seemed to be smiling, "Little slug, you probably haven't heard of the name we two are in the other world now, and Chuya has long been more than just a jeweler. It's even more complicated and muddy."

Nakahara Chuya's growth rate is astonishing, even if he will still be tricked by Osamu Dazai, he will not let himself suffer too much.

Masaharu Nakahara thought of this, and couldn't help showing a bit of joy and pride on his face, "The achievements that Zhongye should have must be his."

"Don't brag about him in front of me, my eyes hurt."

"where's my gift?"

"……what?"

This topic spans too much, Osamu Dazai was momentarily stunned,

Yazhi's eyes were wide open, showing a bit of hope, "Is it really not prepared for me? I knew you earlier than I knew the pianist and others, and it was a fortune-telling friendship."

"..." Osamu Dazai's breathing seemed to be lighter and lower.

This silence exuded an uncontrollable awkwardness, Masaharu blinked, and leaned back a little, "...Am I just pretending to be sentimental?"

He dawdled for a while and planned to say goodbye, but Dazai Osamu made a sound at this moment,

"Because I don't know what you lack." The black-haired boy's eyes were dark,

"Gifts have always been to give things that the owner likes and are useful so that they don't look cumbersome."

"And you, you seem to have everything."

Masaharu Nakahara: "Even if you give me a paper-folded star, I will keep it safe." He has a little different view on this aspect, "Because the gift is given with the heart, it is better than everything."

While talking, Masaharu's envelope in the side pocket of his clothes showed a corner with his movements from time to time, and was caught by the sharp-eyed Osamu Dazai, "What is that?"

"Huh? Oh, a letter from my friend." Yazhi took it out generously, "It's also a gift. The value of this letter may be less than a coin, but in my opinion, it's something that others can't buy for 100 million. of."

He said with gentle eyes, not noticing that Osamu Dazai's expression could almost be called astonishment.

And the mind trainer at the port mafia is also very good at hiding his emotions, so he quickly restrained his expression.

"Masaharu..." Dazai Osamu's tone was imperceptibly serious, "Is your imaginary friend still there?"

"Why are you bringing this up?"

"It's been a long time since you called Darryl."

"Trick me in another way, I have imaginary friends, and I feel irritated." Masaharu said without changing his face, "Since she is an existence that can't be seen except me, let her not appear gone."

"Oh, I'm listening." Darryl yelled dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you show up, you will definitely slip up sometimes."

"Well, then don't show up." Osamu Dazai rarely coaxed him along with Masaharu's words, "We are leaving, the time is almost up, Masaharu, follow those two police officers and become a good person standing in the light."

Masaharu Nakahara was stunned.

what is this?

This was the first time that Osamu Dazai said something that meant "blessing" to him.

I am dreaming?

Yaji had a moment of self-doubt,

But Osamu Dazai didn't wait for Masaharu to be stunned, he stretched out his hand and pressed the top of Masaharu's head, the first stroke was a bit heavy, but the force of the second stroke was very light, Masaharu Nakahara still felt that it was like a restrained touch.

Then they boarded the car for the return journey, and the fool bird showed his head, waving to Yazhi in a bold and unrestrained way.

When they were completely gone, Masaharu went to Matsuda Jinpei who was waiting for him not far away.

"I'm done chatting." Yazhi said in a trance.

"Finished talking? Okay, let's go back to training." Matsuda Jinhei put his arms around his neck, "I want you to turn all this fat into muscle within two months."

"Can't you have snacks?"

"If you want to win the children's boxing competition, this is what you have to participate in." Matsuda Jinpei said to him with a smirk, "If you win this, I will report you to the youth group competition."

Masaharu was excited, "Oh! Is my level ready to compete with them?"

"Well, there may not be a battle."

"There is a certain age limit."

"Amateur games don't have such strict rules. It's a bit like advancing to a group arena. You like that kind of exciting and passionate place."

Yazhi clenched his fists and punched the air twice, "Come on! Boxing match!"

"Hahahaha... But it's agreed, don't get hurt and bleed, I'll watch the whole process."

They passed by the street next to each other and passed someone, Masaharu Nakahara's heart tightened suddenly.

He looked back uncertainly, and Matsuda Jinping was puzzled, "What's wrong? What did you see?"

saw...

Masaharu Nakahara turned his head, but his footsteps did not stop, "That person didn't..."

He only saw a tall and thin figure from the back, who was wearing a hood, revealing a small strand of translucent white hair as he walked. Judging from the impression he had just glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, he was also wearing a black mask. Dressed in a low-key manner, but for some reason it gave Masaharu an unspeakable sense of familiarity.

That person has no time to die.

Nakahara Masaharu murmured to himself in a low voice, "Like Kusuo...the Chosen One?"