Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

So far, Atsushi Nakajima has answered the following questions:

1. There is no blood relationship with the new teacher, but a foster mother-child relationship.

2. The teacher he often mentions is their new teacher and boss Jitai.

3. He really has no blood relationship with the new teacher.real.

In order to calm the curiosity of the students, Atsuko Nakajima sacrificed most of his life.After finally getting a short break, he lay on the table like a dead fish, the pupils of his golden-purple eyes dilated, and he lost his spirit.

"Nakajima-san, are you okay?" Lu Gu, who has always been regarded as a little angel, asked worriedly.

Atsushi Nakajima waved his hand to indicate that he was in good shape.

...there are ghosts.

He felt like he was about to collapse.Dizzy, something throbbing on his forehead.

"I didn't expect everyone's gossip power to be surprisingly high."

"After all, everyone is a passionate high school student." Li Ri replied naturally, "Also, does Nakajima-kun know what books your boss has written? I really want to read them!" The girl's warm eyes suddenly turned into The eyes of the stars were opened, and there was a beautiful light shining inside.

...How come there is an illusion of seeing someone else.

"Student Liri, it's better not to look it up." The boss Jitai has erotic novels and r18 comics under his name.Whenever encountering such an embarrassing situation, Atsushi Nakajima will come up with a magic weapon applicable to any situation——

"If you are interested in the teacher, please read this book more." He handed a copy of "No Place in the World" to the other party.

Liri Ochako was a little confused.

"Hey... I know this author! It's been super popular in recent years." But I haven't read it.Not a single word was read.

Then she seemed to read what was in her dear Nakajima's line of sight.

[After reading Mr. Dazai's book, we are still good friends. ]

It's almost like a threat.

With tears in her eyes, Liri took the book with a gray cover, and she opened the first blank page.There are obviously notes from two people on it.

[Atsushi Nakajima: 11th birthday present]

This is obviously a notebook written by Mr. Nakajima when he was 11 years old. It is crooked and very ugly.

Liri secretly laughed.

There is another line on top of this line, the handwriting is beautiful, it should be a woman's handwriting.However, there are so many lines in that brushwork that people can't tell which line belongs to which character.

"What... does this mean?" Li Ri asked vaguely.

"I was born human, I'm so sorry." Atsushi Nakajima slightly bent his lips, revealing a small row of white teeth.

"I like her book very much." When the short red and white intertwined hair appeared in his sight, Atsushi Nakajima knew that something was wrong.

"Boom, boom, boom, classmate—" he just wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself on the spot.The main reason is that the aura of classmate Hong is too scary, which gave him the illusion that he is finished and is being targeted.

...But the other party's gaze is indeed true.

Hong Jiaodong is expressionless on the surface, but he is making an extremely difficult choice in his heart: How can I restore the relationship between me and my brother?

He really wants to ask for help on the forum.

Li Ri Ochako noticed the strange atmosphere between the two parties, as if soy sauce was put into vinegar, and shivered back.This is probably... a dead fellow is not a poor daoist.

Very bad.Pretty bad.

Surrounded by desolate wall fields, no vegetation grows.Jagged dead branches were inserted horizontally on the ground, and the stench of blood wafted from the air. A large group of vultures barked their teeth and claws in the air.

Osamu Dazai took out his cell phone expressionlessly and called her editor.

At this time, in the editorial department of Dongzhi Club, editor Gao He was busy arguing with editor Juchuan.

"Wait, save the file, I'll answer the phone and continue." Editor Gao He raised his hand, "Oh, it's Teacher Dazai."

"Teacher Dazai" editor Gao He couldn't figure out why the other party called him in broad daylight.It was so strange that he thought the other party's mobile phone had been stolen by someone else.

"My life is in danger, so I won't hand in this month's manuscript." The woman said this nonsense in a cold voice, followed by a beeping sound.

Edited by Gao He:

Tachibana editor: "Ms. Dazai delayed the draft again"

Editor Gao He grimly faced his colleagues, "There is no door." He would not believe any nonsense that his life was in danger or he needed to be a family member of a neighbor's pregnant woman who was about to give birth.

Dazai stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

Good thing it has a zipper.She always loves pockets with zippers.

But what the hell is this place? Why did she just open the door of the office, but opened a door to another world?

She was dumbfounded.Even former Hong Kong and black cadres, former key members of the enemy alliance, and popular female writers will feel confused because of this.

After half a minute, she yawned.

"If I knew it earlier, I would sleep at home and never go out." After much deliberation, this is the safest way.

It doesn't matter if the salary is paid in advance.

What does it have to do with me, Osamu Dazai, that you were cheated by your boss!

In the distance of the wilderness, there are three people walking.Old people, teenagers and kids.

Osamu Dazai saw the three people on the opposite side through her excellent eyesight.

Can that be called clothes? Same as rags...like what people in the ghetto wear.But that dress is too weird——

After accepting that he seems to have traveled to other places with a good attitude, Osamu Dazai happily accepted the fact that the time spent with her in this era seems to be quite far away.

If Atsushi Nakajima was here, he would definitely scream: Why is he always so calm!

"Hi—how are you!" the woman shouted, waving her arms in that direction.

At that time, Dororo was still pulling the green rag on his body to hide his shame, and chatting about some messy things with Hyakkimaru.Biwamaru listened quietly with a smile that didn't look like a smile, occasionally interjecting a word.

"I tell you, don't stick your feet into the fire next time, it hurts too much." The devil took away all the organs of the whole body (the only thing left was a bloody head), and the whole body was covered with blood. It was a wooden boy, Hyakkimaru, who just beheaded a demon god a few days ago and took back his five senses.When he stomped the foot he had regained in the same way into the burning flames, the always expressionless Hyakkimaru cried out in pain.

The young girl dressed as a man was "teaching" him, but the black-haired boy didn't respond to him.However, since this is the norm, Dororo also speaks for himself.

However, Hyakkimaru stopped suddenly, and Dororo, who was walking beside him, bumped into the other's cold body involuntarily.

"What are you doing, Hyakkimaru?"

The boy's lifeless eyes moved to a certain direction, where a woman was waving and shouting.

"Oh, I saw it." The blind old man Pipawan said.Every word he said was breathy, like the sound of a person's breathing before dying.

Hyakkimaru bit off his "right hand", revealing the sword hidden in the wooden arm.

"Hey! Is that big sister also a monster?" Dororo exclaimed.

Both Biwamaru and Hyakkimaru have the ability to see the essence through phenomena.Although the two of them cannot see the human body on the surface, they can see their inner soul.

The soul of a person without hostility is a white flame, the vegetation is a green flame, and the soul containing killing intent and evil is red, an inferior red; a strange blood color.

"Pretty scary red," Biwamaru said.

In one breath, Hyakkimaru rushed out.Although they are not the flesh and blood hands and feet of ordinary human beings, the excellent wooden legs made by the mortician Shouhai are quite useful.The boy's black hair fluttered in the wind.

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

What are you doing, killer?

She didn't want to die with such a person in such a mess.

Although she felt that the greatest possibility was that she died at the other party's hands.

The sharp sword extended from the wooden arm just scratched her face, leaving a bloodstain.

"Boy, we have no grievances or enmities." Dazai Osamu bent down to avoid the opponent's knife, and said in a frivolous tone.

Like a professionally trained killer... Hell, why is the one she meets on the road the best?Bullying the poor little guy with a non-aggressive personality

Osamu Dazai ran back.

Neither hand-to-hand combat nor dueling with weapons is her specialty.The thing she's good at is being caught by the enemy and waiting for someone (some unlucky little guy) to come and save her.

Generally speaking, this little unlucky guy will be her partner Nakahara Chuya-Slug Lord.

But the boy in front of her didn't seem like the kind of person who was willing to leave a lot of time for her to talk nonsense.

Ah, what an annoyance.

"She hasn't turned into a monster yet." Dororo said.

The blind Pipa Wan tapped the ground lightly with a wooden stick. "It's not just monsters whose soul flames are red. The slippery ghosts I met a few days ago didn't do any bad things, so they showed a faint yellow color. There are also bloody guys among humans. From a certain point of view, they and The dreaded Demon God is no different."

"But that—that big sister doesn't look like that." Although Dororo also knew that people should not be judged by their appearance (after all, the village chief Bandai who met before had such a beautiful appearance, but he was a demon god), but when he met a good-looking person She couldn't help but say a few more words.

"The color of the soul flame is not deceiving." Biwamaru "watched" the battle in that direction, the white flame intertwined with the thick red.

"I said, can't you pretend that you haven't seen me?" Dazai Osamu was still saying some annoying words, but it's a pity that Hyakkimaru, who was attacking him with a sword, didn't have ears that could hear the sound.

But he had a hunch that it was coming soon.

The black-haired boy's movements became more and more violent.

I hate fighting.

Blood doesn't excite her, it just bores the woman.

Ever since her best friend Sakunosuke Oda died many years ago, the world has become rather boring.

The world is a rotten apple.

At the time when she was deserting, the sword pierced|entered her abdomen.

Does it make a sound when the flesh is pierced?

Yep.

It's just... a "boo".

The woman fell back again and again.The corners of her eyes drooped, and a stream of blood came out of her mouth.

"It's horrible," she said, the blood in her mouth staining her teeth.

but what does that matter

Even if stabbed in the abdomen, even if the heart is destroyed, even if the head is chopped off——

She can come back to life.

But when Osamu Dazai ate mermaid meat 16 years ago, he didn't expect this to happen.

The author has something to say: mermaid meat is a good thing, and the Hyakkimaru here has not yet survived.But Miss Mio is so kind, I feel sour QAQ!

There is also the issue of the combat power of the two people. Dazai is considered in the mafia, not very high.Then my new wall is more awesome (shut up)

Ask for a column collection duck∠(3」∠)_

Why are all the greetings in my text gone (angry)