me, the protagonist

A weekday with great weather.

The chill of winter is gradually receding, and the rays of the sun hanging in the sky are getting warmer and warmer.Atsushi Nakajima walked along the bluestone sidewalk, holding a stack of documents in his arms.

The new year has passed, and the idol competition that caused a sensation in the whole city is over, and people are re-engaging in ordinary daily life.But from some subtle places, we can still find that the city is changing.

Uh... maybe not subtle.

As soon as the clock rang at nine o'clock in the morning, rhythmic electronic music came from not far away. In just a few seconds, several pictures of girl idols flashed on the LED screens outside the five most eye-catching buildings in the city. Vibrant publicity photo.

The last thing that appeared on the screen was a beautiful girl, with a strand of pink hair on the left side combed into a small bun, long hair loosely combed into curly hair, and a pink love heart pasted under the tail of her right eye.Even if it is a face-to-face shot that is magnified several times by the screen, no flaws can be seen.

She showed a vigorous smile to the camera with a completely inconsistent energy in the early morning of the weekday:

"You have to go all out in the new day. I will support you today, come on!"

The screen went dark, and a promotional slogan for the album came out, and then the silent album PV began to be played in a loop.

This video was only about 30 seconds long, but many people stopped to watch it before continuing.

In addition to the images shown on the LED screens that can be watched throughout the city, billboards in subway stations, and promotional videos shown on TV in the window... overwhelming, and the figure of Sakura Yamabuki is everywhere.

This should be the meaning of "right red".

She shows off a vigorous smile all the time, and everything from the long and curly eyelashes to the hair seems to have been carefully taken care of, which is simply a textbook among idols.

That's amazing, Ms. Yamabuki.

Atsushi Nakajima thought so, walked all the way through the familiar streets, and finally arrived in front of the Armed Detective Agency.

It was still early from the working hours stipulated by the detective agency, and everything was quiet.Atsushi Nakajima stared at the doorknob solemnly for a while, swallowed his saliva, did not choose to open the door, but stuck it to the door panel.

Nothing unusual was heard.

Well, it seems that Mr. Dazai is finally tired of those tormenting pranks.

Atsushi Nakajima took a deep breath, turned the door handle and opened the door——

"Dun Jun!"

As if he had been prepared for a long time, the young man squatting inside the door rushed over as if seeing a savior, holding Atsushi Nakajima's hand, his eyes sparkling:

"It's been a long time, you know, since you—ah, I shouldn't have said these words. Well, Dunjun, tell me, what year is it in AD—!"

Facing Osamu Dazai with an exaggerated demeanor like an opera actor, Atsushi Nakajima only felt physically and mentally exhausted.

He repeated the year, month and day numbly, reminding the seniors who were dancing wildly and shouting "I succeeded":

"Mr. Dazai, the horse betting newspaper is about to fall out of your pocket today."

Isn't there a date written on it?What is the point of asking him specifically?

The simple and kind Atsushi Nakajima really couldn't understand why Dazai became even weirder after returning from the concert.

"Excuse me, can you let me go?"

There was a clear and pleasant voice following the knock on the door.Although the volume is deliberately lowered, it is still very pleasant.

Realizing that he was blocking the door, Atsushi Nakajima hurried out of the way: "Hold on, sorry, are you here for entrustment? I'll make...tea for you..."

The rest of the words stuck in his throat.Atsushi Nakajima watched the petite guest walk in. After taking off the mask and beret, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him:

"I'm here to see Mr. Dazai, where is the place to make tea? I'll help you."

The golden sunlight shines in through the wooden lattice windows, and some of it falls on the verdant Longevity Bamboo. The rest outlines the girl's beautiful face from the side. The eyebrows and eyes are still a little green, but they are still unparalleled.

This is a familiar face. Atsushi Nakajima had seen it on the large LED screen and countless promotional videos just ten minutes ago.

"Mountain, mountain, mountain, mountain, blowing, blowing,..."

The impact made Atsushi Nakajima's tongue knotted, and he couldn't straighten it out so that he could call out the opponent's name completely.

He did know that Mr. Dazai had a connection with Idol Sakura, and Idol Sakura had come to the detective agency because of urban legends, but he happened to be away that time, so he didn't expect to appear in front of him so suddenly today.

And she stood so close that she could even smell a sweet peach fragrance.

The girl made a "shh" gesture, and looked around before she felt relieved: "Don't be too loud, I feel like I was recognized by someone on the way here."

It should be a cross-dressing, and she also brought a pair of black-rimmed glasses, but Nakajima felt that it was useless.

"Sakura sauce!"

Dazai Osamu didn't know when he floated over, holding her hand reverently, his serious and handsome face was enough to fascinate most people.

"good morning teacher."

Sakura Yamabuki held her schoolbag and said hello respectfully.

"Sakura sauce."

Atsushi Nakajima watched Mr. Dazai change his face, nodded steadily, and then repeated the question asked him just now:

"Long time no see. Do you know Sakura-chan, since you—ah, I shouldn't have said these words. Sakura-chan, tell me, what year is it now—!"

Atsushi Nakajima's focus quickly switched from "Will you be accused of sexual harassment by holding the hand of a girl idol like this" to "Mr. Dazai, what are you doing? Mr. Dazai is so embarrassing."

Adolescent teenagers and girls are too strong in empathy, and nine out of ten will suffer from "embarrassment syndrome".

Let alone in front of the opposite sex of the same age.

Nakajima's ears turned red, and he suppressed his shame: "I'm sorry, Ms. Yamabuki, Mr. Dazai is not usually like this, but recently his mood swings are a little bit——"

"Mr. Dazai, is this someone pretending to have successfully traveled through time and space?"

Sakura Yamabuki squeezed her chin, and quickly came up with a similar answer.

"Hey, can you see it?"

"It's very obvious." Yamabuki Sakura nodded, and she said matter-of-factly: "Even if you keep emphasizing your personality, it won't increase your chances of becoming a "protagonist", that kind of thing is all set. "

"And I think there are too many elements for the bandage trench coat detective and the time traveler, which will reduce the possibility of becoming the protagonist."

Osamu Dazai showed a seriously thoughtful expression: "Is that so?"

"Yes." Sakura Yamabuki answered quickly, while speaking, she unzipped her schoolbag and took out something from it:

"Instead of racking my brains for such a futile goal, why not come and tutor me in mathematics, the world is calculating. There is still an hourly salary of 2000 yen to get, and there is no happier thing in the world than this!"

Yes.

After the competition, everyone ushered in a new daily life, and Sakura Yamabuki ushered in a make-up math test.

Surprise recitation has a memory time limit.

Yamabuki Sakura only intends to keep those formulas in her mind until the end of the exam. The result of counting the time so tight is that after staying in the kingdom of heaven for an extra day, she finds that the accumulated knowledge is almost exhausted.

"Originally, I took some snacks and offered them to the principal's sculpture. I hope you can bless me a little bit,"

Sakura Yamabuki placed the brewed tea in front of Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima, and then continued: "As a result, Mr. Mori taught me not to be opportunistic, and gave me a vacation, and asked me to prepare for the exam with refreshments."

"That sculpture is now Mr. Mori. It must be a new experience to eat the tribute while still alive."

Wearing glasses, Osamu Dazai flipped through a page of the exercise book on his lap: "Isn't that the only reason?"

"Hey, did Dazai-sensei see it?"

Yamabuki Sakura pursed her lips and smiled, and the flying fine dust seemed to turn into fragments of stars, shining brightly.

Atsushi Nakajima was a little lost in thought.There is a peaceful and leisurely feeling about Sakura Yamabuki. Just looking at her, it is easy to think of the occasional golden fried eggs in the orphanage, and the soft and warm quilts in winter.

But this is nothing compared to Yamabuki Sakura's next words.

The teenage idol smiled brightly, and couldn't hide a little pride when she said, "Actually, I was invited to be the chief of police for a day."

The so-called one-day director refers to the police department, fire department and other institutions that invite well-known entertainers to serve as directors for one day to promote public safety.

Again, of all these agencies, the Metropolitan Police Department hosts one-day director events most often.Other places have invited singers or idols to promote events, so far, only Yokohama has not held.

The reason is easy to understand. On the one hand, the local entertainment industry in Yokohama is really weak.One Day Director is a completely free public welfare activity. Those who are not well-known can't play a role in publicity, and those who are famous are not willing to come.

On the other hand, the previous environment was really chaotic, maybe even the artist's personal safety could not be guaranteed.

The timing of Yamabuki Sakura's appearance was too coincidental.

Her popularity is definitely enough, she is a newcomer but she is still popular.The agency it belongs to is Morisha's artist department, which has enough deterrent power against other forces.

But the problem also lies here: Director Yi wants to promote crime prevention, and the Yokohama Police Department knows exactly what Morisha is doing.

In the end, I don't know how the internal discussion was. Anyway, this morning, the artist department of Mori Club still received this notice.

The clerk from Mafia at the port thought that the Yokohama Police Station had sent the letter by mistake and was coming to trouble them again, so he opened the letter with a murderous look in his eyes.

After finding out that it was an invitation from "Director of the Day", I first searched the meaning of the word on the Internet, and then hurriedly took it to find Kazuyo Higuchi.

Higuchi Ichiyo was also at a loss. It is said that the headquarters is holding an emergency meeting to discuss this matter.Yamabuki Sakura herself only found out when the clerk said she had slipped up.

Osamu Dazai couldn't stop laughing at the thought of a "police chief" coming out of the port mafia.

Sakura Yamabuki watched him clapping the table and laughing, and asked strangely, "What's wrong, Dazai-sensei?"

"It's okay." Dazai Osamu wiped away the tears from laughing, and smiled from the bottom of his heart: "I think of happy things."

The author says:

*The one-day director event is generally held on January 1th, because it is "10".