Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

"Too much energy." Heiwu complained slightly to the new member, "Running back from Hosu City to Kanno City, it's really your fault."

Leia let go of his hands, and the suffocation that Nakajima had always felt finally disappeared.He fell to the ground a little tired and sat on the floor at the door.

"Mr. Mochizuki, don't sit on the floor, what if you catch a cold?"

Hei Wu said: "Actually, nothing will happen if you sit for a while. But why did you take Nakajima out to dye your hair..." He swallowed back the phrase "it's not black".

"New hairstyle, new mood." Leah grinned, "But Ms. Dazai's information network is really useful, and there are a large number of people on the professional hero side who think that the news about my age is true. Well. As a result——" He made a gesture of "bang" and exploded.

That was something brought over from Hong Kong and Hei.Black mist rolled his eyes, "Bakugo Katsuki has just woken up from the effect of the ecstasy, and is making a scene."

"It's strange if you don't make a lot of noise—hey, he probably didn't get into a fight with the two of them. I always feel that although there is an age gap, the two are equally naive hahahaha."

Well said.

"It's nothing. Shikuamu is sleeping." Recently, he always eats and sleeps after eating... Oops, isn't this just like a pig?Hei Wu didn't even know where the other party's aggressiveness went. Didn't he clamor to kill the most active person in All Might?Half of the enemy's raids were instigated by him.

"Also, why did you call Nakajima that strange name?" Hei Wu had never heard of it.

"Hey, you don't want to worry about the secrets of the two of you."

Hei Wu said: "Can you clean up your strange way of speaking? Huh?" The majesty of the senior is there.

He refused without hesitation.

"Don't~"

Nakajima shook his head and was picked up by Leara.

"Get up, get up, let's go see Bakugo-san—maybe we'll become colleagues."

No.Nakajima thought in his heart, that kind of guy would never—

Absolutely will not cast to the enemy's side.

Bakugo Katsuki was tied to a chair, which was dangling by him.The man had tape over his mouth, and the only sound he could make was a whine.

Hei Wu explained: "Because the noise caused Sigangmu to fall asleep, so he simply sealed his mouth. The gentleman said that he also wanted to come and see this boy."

"Boss?" Leah raised his eyebrows, "Then you really have free time... Where's Miss Dazai?"

"Don't know what to do. Probably with that gentleman."

Lea: "Tsk."

Nakajima stood up, "Why—why did you kidnap him?" He used the word awkwardly.

"Whether it's appearance or character, they are very suitable to be villains, right?" Hei Wu said: "If students who are heroic and heroic temporarily betray the enemy and go to the enemy's side, there will definitely be public opinion in the society."

"Super-awesome!"

The Black Mist Stick responded with a loud voice.

shame.

Nakajima didn't know why he felt ashamed.

He turned his face away, not daring to look at the glaring blond boy.That's the type he can't get along with the most. When he was in Class A, he would walk away whenever he met each other.

There are many reasons for shame.

For example, he is now an enemy standing on the opposite side of the opponent.

What he doesn't want to do...he doesn't want to do that.

A black shadow fell on the wall.

"Sir." Black Mist shouted respectfully.

Leah put away that cynical expression, "Isn't this the boss?" However, his tone was still frivolous.

"Dun, come with me." The man without facial features issued an order.

The moonlight was a dull yellow, and the colorful lights on every street were more and brighter than the moonlight.Will those who are playing the role of laughing and cursing human beings have time to stop and read a novel?

Osamu Dazai threw the copy of "No Longer Human" on the ground.It is obvious that I wrote the book, but if I read it word by word, then shame is inevitable.How on earth did I write this kind of novel?But if you want to recall this question, the pen was in her hand at that time, and those words were under her pen.

So, did Oda Saku write novels like this back then?But he is definitely not as good as me, he will tear up that piece of paper before he writes a paragraph.At that time, Oda said: "Now I can't write the kind of novel I want to see in my mind."

"It will be written one day." The girl smiled grinningly, "Anyway, there is plenty of time."

But time is really cruel, it is a steel knife, it is a sudden snowstorm.All life and hope were cut in two in an instant, and they were on the side of death.

Zhong also said: "Guys like you, the world can tolerate you, I am afraid that only Oda is a fool who never resists. Similarly, in this world, the man you may fall in love with is probably only him. Type." It was the first time that Osamu Dazai didn't refute the slug's words.

"Oda Saku is a good man." You are a rare good man in this world. You died at the hands of others at the age of 22, when Osamu Dazai just came of age.Her light of dawn and hope had just appeared, and it was about to be annihilated like the sun shot down by others.

Don't think that this girl who doesn't look like a girl can pull the man back from death by running towards him.But it's a pity that even the youngest sentiment on the black stone can't bring people back to life.

It would have been nice if a doctor had been there at the time.

If only she had the universal wishing machine at hand at that time.

If A-Dun were here, that child whose heart was weak and broken would definitely say: "It's so pitiful."

She is obviously a movable body created by violence and blood, but unexpectedly longs for fairy tales and birds.There were so many bones under her feet, the blood had piled up into a big pool, and the flesh of those who hated her hung on the edge of the pool for the vultures to peck at.

Her beautiful face was turned towards the people passing on the sidewalk, and no one could be seen in her soulless eyes.

Ah... How many people would show panicked expressions in the event of an explosion?If someone saw the little girl buried in the rubble, would they rescue her, or leave her cleanly?

Kids and adults, adults and old people, women and men.

Too many people.

In the past, the best way to reduce the population was to wage war.There is no great war that is not based on tens of millions of individuals.

Human life is really too cheap.

Osamu Dazai thought of a cat he had raised in the past.To be precise, that was not her cat. There is a three-colored cat called "Teacher" in the lupin bar, and Osamu Dazai likes the fur of that cat very much.Anwu would choke and say, "You bastard, don't you want to peel off the teacher's fur to show off?"

Probably in the spring, an orange cat ran into a hydrangea bush under the window of her house.The hydrangea grows from a handful of seeds that were scattered randomly. Hirotsu said that it took several years for the flower to grow into its current shape.The orange cat is small, not as rich as the teacher.But people who have raised orange cats will advise those who see the kitten's small body: "Sooner or later, it will become a giant. As the saying goes, out of ten orange cats, nine are fat, and one will overwhelm the Kang."

Osamu Dazai watched with great interest at night the orange cat, which was probably a stray cat, meowing in a resentful tone under her window. The fish dries down.

After about three months, the orange cat died.The cause of death was poisoning.

Some people don't even let go of the small dried fish that cats eat.

Then she discovered that several poor people also stole this small dried fish, and died without any life in their torn newspapers and straw mats.

"Hey, don't touch the cat's food casually." She turned over the body, and saw the dead man's rolled-up eyes and white foam at the corners of his mouth.

She might not be very good at keeping animals.

Not very good at getting along with people.

I know that there are people in this world who love me, but I have lost the ability to love.

I'm sorry to be human.

Osamu Dazai once asked Nakajima why he followed someone like himself.The little fool who could only talk about being pitiful murmured, "Because it's so pitiful."

Do I need your pity?

Do I need your pity?

Do I need your pity?

She asked back, questioning herself at the same time.

Osamu Dazai didn't know that the other party saw something horrible from that magical mirror.Her iris-colored eyes were fixed on the boy, as if she were looking at a self-righteous fool.

"But... there is nothing around Ms. Dazai." She was alone, and there was no one around the giant black baby monster who could help it up.And at that moment, the boy held out his hand to him.

The boy who came out of the orphanage had a sick outlook on life and values. He carefully figured out the mood of others, made the expressions that others wanted to see, and tried his best to cater to others.It is precisely in this way that he has a slender heart "like a glass sculpture".

When he learned of the whirlpool-like darkness and hesitation this woman was facing, he completely forgot what his identity was.He was clearly Rebeca, the Rebeca who hid in a corner and ate dirt (even chewed up the earthworms) when he was sad, and then he became Aureliano, a man.

Osamu Dazai panted lightly, her vocal cords seemed to be half broken.At that time, Osamu Dazai still liked to put those bandages on his body, layer after layer, wrapping around his arms.Probably a long time ago, those bandages would still cover half of her face.Therefore, Kunikida Doppo says she is a "bandage waste device".

"What-what--" She had learned to lie when she was on her mother's lap, she had learned to conceal herself.She even adjusted every breath.After each banquet, she will receive many gifts, and there are many beautiful clothes in the gift box, whether it is a suit, a kimono, or a western dress... As long as I think that people have to wear these unnecessary clothes Outside, this recognition made Osamu Dazai feel a burst of panic.The same is true for eating.Obviously not hungry but forcing myself to finish the meal in the bowl is really terrible.Because the girl who was firmly bound by the saying "If you don't eat, you will die", when you were young, you sat in an old-fashioned family, desperately stuffing vegetables and rice into your mouth.Swallow it all, even if you cry bitterly.Because if you don't eat, you will die.

When asked: "How's your appetite today?", you will definitely show a pretty decent smile, but those who are a little more careful will find that it is a flattering smile.

This beautiful woman rested her chin and stared at the men and women who would face life and death all the time.She collapsed on the sofa and pushed away the foreign wine bottle placed on the table beside her with her arm.

AFO swings open the door and leans against the side.

"Dazai, transferred."

"...Actually, now that I think about it, Bao Hao is not a good choice... As expected, he is the student All Might likes." AFO said in that calm voice, "But since I brought it, let's make good use of it. Let’s talk about it later. It doesn’t matter whether you live or die... I think you are very familiar with Dazai, right? Then, it must be easy to play her, right?”

The man's words continued for a long, long time.

[Then you can play Dazai. ]

"Huh?" The boy made a small sound like a kitten.

"If I just dyed my hair, I wouldn't need a wig. ... The quality of the wig is really bad."

AFO tugged at his fallen, somewhat curly black hair.

"Eyes are good, wear colored contact lenses. It's a fairly simple color, but you are completely different from her...it's too dazzling. The one on the left is dull, use colored contact lenses. On the right...you can wear it." Put on a bandage. She used to like that too, didn't she?"

panic.

what are you saying?

"Why... no, why is it like this?" Nakajima showed a slightly panicked expression.First, he said so much on his own, and then he made a decision for others for no reason.

You are not my teacher.

"Because I'm going to withdraw from here, so you come to attract the attention of the heroes. Or that sentence, are you good at it? How about playing someone else?"

Because I was too cowardly, I imitated other people's appearance, even if I was docile at the beginning, I did it according to Minmei's appearance.Get along with friends to learn Cheng.Adults like well-behaved and obedient children.Make a dependent face... I know what your closest person is like.

"Then, Dazai's room will be reserved for you." This was an order that could not be refused.

Nakajima sat on his seat, watching the faceless man go away.

I... I come?

I will play the teacher?

A kind of fear that could be called death weighed on his heart, and Nakajima thought of those afternoons, the white coat of the other party, and the bloody eyes in the dark night.

Rebeca hid in a corner and began to eat dirt in fear.She picked the corner of the wall with her fingers and chewed up all the earthworms and bugs inside.

The author has something to say: "He learned to lie when he was at his mother's lap."—Describing Dumbledore.

Rebeca and Aurearino are from One Hundred Years of Solitude.

What happened next was pretty rough on me.I don't read the comments anymore, anyway, there will be no comments if the subscription is super low now.

From today, the update time will be changed to ten o'clock in the evening, um, it's still a daily update.I'm only two chapters away! ! ! ! !

What the hell... Let's just forget about the Hong family father and son ()