You may not believe it when you say it [Comprehensive]

Without waiting for Sakuragawa to explain, one party reacted with his godlike brain:

"—So I was made the third by you, and Osamu Dazai was the second?"

One side's eyes were cold and mocking, but they also dragged out the tone, and said in a twisted and twisted way: "So I'm behind Osamu Dazai."

With that tone, he almost put the words "You're so embarrassed to say it" on his face and made a mockery of it.

Sakuragawa: "..."

Even if she is mentally retarded, she can feel the crisis!

On the one hand, you are about to put away the domineering aura in your body! !

"It's because you are in the first place that Mr. Dazai is in the second place!" Sakuragawa hurriedly defended, his voice amplified a lot, "You are attacking me again!"

She reached out and patted the table angrily, staring at one side with a sad expression: "What are you doing!!"

One party: "..."

He was instantly speechless.

Obviously, his mind was still functioning as usual, and there were dozens of words to refute her, not just thousands of words, but it was at this moment that he was inexplicably shocked.

"No, you, this..."

One side was stuck badly, and he opened his mouth several times and tried to refute but failed. This kind of reaction and performance made him feel stunned-in the end he simply gave up speaking.

Words such as "So I was number four before?" "Your ranking change is too big and easy!" , Knead together and forget about it.

Sakura Chuan wrinkled his nose, and glared at him with an angry look of "You still haven't coaxed me", the world glanced at the food on the table, and calmed down again: "This time, don't care about the stupid party. "

The tone is quite tolerant and kind.

Resisting the urge to beat her up, one party took a hard bite of an apple from the fruit platter.

The crisp sound made the back of Sakuragawa's neck feel cold for no reason.

……

When he came out after eating, Sakura Chuan was bouncing around again, so lively and happy that it was hard not to notice.

One of them followed her with his pockets on his hands and looked at her, seeing Ying Chuan hopping around the side of the road like hopscotch, he unconsciously parted his lips and sneered, "Idiot."

The voice is too small, whispering, it must be a normal conversation, it is more like an accidental disclosure that even the brain has not reacted to.

Like a branch in early spring, a small half of a bud quietly emerges.

"--Hey."

Seeing that Ying Chuan was still jumping up and down unconsciously, one party called out to stop her.

Ying Chuan immediately turned his head, then gathered his footsteps together, and stood very upright like a joke: "Yes, sir!"

One party: "..."

idiot.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, trying to show a look of contempt, but he didn't know which link had gone wrong, and it suddenly turned into a smile during the beginning and end of the movement.

One party laughed out of nowhere, unprepared, so there was a good mood in his voice: "I'm taking you home."

Due to multiple factors, this sentence seems to be more gentle than any previous sentence.

Ying Chuan shook his head decisively and decisively: "No need, I will walk back by myself."

——I didn't consciously refuse it at all.

The scene became very embarrassing for a while.

Sakura Chuan felt that the atmosphere was not right, her dark blue pupils rolled around, and she thought she took two steps back calmly—as if she was playing around, she stepped back dexterously.

"Yang, I'll find you for dinner tomorrow, I'll go back first!"

Then, the moment he uttered these words, he was like an athlete vying for the championship on a sprint track, and he rushed out after speaking.

"...??"

"Fuck???"

One side's expression cracked: What he just said was indeed sending someone home, not asking her to pay the bill, right? !How did this guy run like he was going to set a world record? !

... Is this fucking the number one treatment in my heart? ?

"Ahhhh~"

The voice was so exaggerated that people couldn't help but get goosebumps, but the voice was actually familiar.

Dazai fumbled his pockets, turned his head to look this way, his expression was full of surprise, and the emotion between his brows and eyes was extremely exaggerated.

"—I didn't expect to meet you here by chance, meet me."

"...?"

The first reaction was to be stunned, Sakuragawa seemed to take several seconds to react, staring at Dazai blankly, until the exaggerated expression on the latter's face dissipated, and gradually subsided into a silent precipitation.

Sakuragawa was still looking at him, but didn't speak.

Dazai raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's the matter? Are you too happy to see me?"

"...It's really Dazai-san."

Sakura Chuan rubbed his eyes, his tone was a little vague, as if he was a little sleepy, "Why did you find me only now?"

"Well?"

Dazai raised his voice slightly, and let out a single syllable from his nasal cavity, and said in a relaxed tone, "I haven't had time to find you yet. I'm so lucky to meet you."

It has been a long time since just now.

Sakura Chuan frowned, showing a puzzled expression: "...Ah? Is that so."

She seemed to feel something strange, but she couldn't say it out, so she stood there for a while, and the corners of her mouth twitched uneasily.

"You really……"

Sakura Chuan tilted his head slightly, with an obvious confusion on his face, "... aren't you looking for me?"

This is more like a simple confirmation than an inquiry or question.

But the expression on Dazai Osamu's face disappeared in an instant, as if he had been touched in some restricted area, a place that the emergency mechanism could not guard, so he couldn't even disguise his frivolous smile, showing the most direct blankness.

"...Well, no."

Dazai responded softly.

"……Oh."

Sakuragawa withdrew her gaze in disappointment. She wanted to say something, such as "I don't want you to be the number one". This kind of words are very smooth for one party, and it's not like she didn't play tricks with Dazai before. She couldn't explain it, but she always felt very strange.

"Then Dazai-san, you..."

Sakura Chuan rubbed her chin with her fingers in embarrassment, which is her habitual action, "... remember to look for me next time."

wrong.

Obviously, it could be called coquettish words, but the atmosphere became even more embarrassing after he finished speaking, whether it was Sakuragawa's own incompatibility or Dazai's complete inaction.

Dazai blinked, his movements were a little slow, and then he quickly returned to the original rhythm, with a smile on his lips: "I thought Xiaojian didn't need me to look for it."

"? This is not a thing."

Sakuragawa quickly pointed out the loophole, "If I don't want it, Mr. Dazai won't come to me—but I don't want Mr. Dazai to trample on my feelings like that. Didn't Mr. Dazai still do cruel things to me?"

"Hahaha... It seems that the Chinese language is the most urgent thing that should be strengthened." Although he was smiling, Dazai's tone did not have such meaning at all. It would be better to say that the laughter was too easy to restrain, and he seemed to be acting exceptionally Flow, mixed with an inexplicable sense of erratic.

Dazai reached out and pressed Sakuragawa's shoulder, stopping her possible disturbance.

"Okay, let's go home."

Sakuragawa patted his hand away indifferently: "Mr. Dazai, if you don't promise me, I won't go home."

"Promise what?"

"Come out and find me."

"Um... well."

Dazai agreed not very sincerely, and the process of thinking was extremely perfunctory.

Only now did Ying Chuan go to hold his hand, there was a difference in the temperature between the two palms, Ying Chuan was about to talk to him, but Dazai tilted his head, and said softly, "Even if I don't come out to look for you, you will always have somewhere to go .”

"what?"

Dazai inadvertently pulled his finger out of her palm, and lightly touched her shoulder blade: "Just keep doing that—but you should go home now."

"... Dazai-san, I don't understand a word of what you said."

"Hmm, it's you after all."

Not caring about Osamu Dazai's unremarkable slanderous behavior, Sakuragawa twitched the corner of his mouth: "But... what are you awkward about, Mr. Dazai."

"……what?"

"I should have been angry at first, but now Mr. Dazai didn't explain it to me, it's okay-you are in a bad mood, why?"

"........."

Faster than before, that blank look reappeared.

Fleeting, but clear and distinct.