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

"Dazai, you bastard——!"

It was noon, and Sakuragawa was lying on the side of the glass window, feeling drowsy in the warm sunlight, and the surroundings were peaceful. There were vehicles and pedestrians passing by outside the window, and the quiet atmosphere and the aroma of coffee inside the house were really wonderful. But the scene.

But this sudden and imposing shout not only caused her back to tremble and was dragged out of her sleep, but also attracted the attention of everyone else in the store.

Nakahara Chuya’s appearance was even worse than last time, but his goal was the same. Naturally, Dazai didn’t intend to face it head-on, and easily dodged sideways, with unbelievably quick reactions, while provoking with ease: “Oh, Chuya , do you have an endocrine disorder? Why do you have such a vicious look every time you appear?"

"You stole my wallet! Don't think that I let you go because I didn't have time to settle accounts with you yesterday!" Nakahara Chuya's expression seemed to wish that Dazai would be punished on the spot and killed, " Don’t even try to expose the incident last time!!”

"Last time?"

Dodging Chuya's punch again, Dazai exhaled exaggeratedly, and said with a terrified expression, "Oh~ it's Chuya, you confessed your love in front of so many people...cough cough cough!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhong Yuan Zhong also punched him very powerfully. The speed has already surpassed the upper limit that can be easily caught by the naked eye, and his strength has suddenly skyrocketed in an instant.

"How dare you say it."

Zhongye's voice seemed to come out from the friction between the teeth, with a sour feeling that made people feel uncomfortable in all bones.

"Ahem... I didn't ask Chuya to do that." Dazai sighed, showing an innocent expression, "Chuya, you said those things to Xiaojian without authorization, right? It's clearly my fault, Chu The skill of throwing pots is still as strong as ever."

As he spoke, Dazai shook his head, as if an old father in his dying years had no choice but to face his unfilial and rebellious son.

Chuya Nakahara's expression was on the verge of the last glimmer of light before he lost his mind. At this time, a tentative cry came from a side corner:

"Mr. Nakahara?"

"..."

Chuya's aggressive state just now subtly froze and stiffened.

Sakuragawa saw that my voice was very special, and the resolution was unexpectedly high. Because of this, Zhong also didn’t have to turn around to know who was speaking—his embarrassing period hadn’t passed yet, and he really didn’t want to face being harassed. The person who "confessed" himself.

Sakura Chuan ran directly to his side.

"Mr. Zhongyuan." She shouted again, looking at him with bright eyes, as if all the light sources around her were easily grasped by her, "I got the subsidy today."

"Huh? ... Oh, congratulations."

Zhong Ye was taken aback, not quite understanding what she meant.

——Why are you telling him this?

Sakuragawa took out the card he had just received from his pocket, raised his wrist, and handed it to Chuya: "I'll give it all to you."

"what?"

As if he didn't hear clearly, at such a close distance, Nakahara also tilted his head, and his eyes met Sakuragawa's. As if his brain processor couldn't respond, he frowned and asked again, "Why? Give me?"

"...It should be given to you."

Sakuragawa felt that Chuya's memory was not very good, and he clearly mentioned the wallet was taken away a few minutes ago, but now he forgot about it - although Mr. Dazai took the wallet, she spent the money.

Sakuragawa was embarrassed to repeat this matter again, but just said: "Mr. Zhongyuan, I put you on the exclusive fiance card."

"What... who cares about it!"

Chuya's tone suddenly became tense, he didn't know what he understood, and even his face became very unnatural and unable to cope.

Why did you come to tell him about this matter with a serious face and full of expectations!

Do you still want him to give praise? !

And why did he have to give it to him... Could it be that this guy is seriously treating him as his fiancé? ? !

"Is it?"

Sakuragawa's tone dropped instantly, "I'm doing this with sincerity."

"……sorry?"

Ying Chuan burst out laughing, stuffed the card into his hand, his brows and eyes frowned: "I forgive you!"

"Oh."

...don't apologize to him!

But the expression on Sakuragawa's face became more and more happy, as if something long-awaited finally came true, an uncontrollable smile flew out from the corners of his brows and eyes, like a large piece of fireworks blooming in the night sky, lighting up instantly It is as dazzling as the whole twilight.

"I really saw you on Friday, Mr. Nakahara."

The girl said briskly.

"..."

"Even if it's to compensate Chuya's wallet, you don't have to hand over the entire card to me, do you?"

When Nakahara Chuya suddenly fell into silence, the onlooker Dazai finally stopped watching from the sidelines, stretched out his finger, and seemingly casually put it on Sakuragawa's shoulder, and Sakuragawa, who was used to his closeness, really didn't respond at all. No matter how used to it, Dazai laughed lowly, his melodious and deep voice flowed past his ears, easily bringing out a trembling feeling.

"Besides, Zhong is not such a fussy person."

It really is Osamu Dazai, so even the words of praise can express a sense of irony in refutation.

Chuya watched his movements and frowned unconsciously: "Dazai, you bastard..."

"But it's okay to take it away, it's just Zhongye's mental damage fee."

Dazai changed his rhetoric quite generously.

Chuya's response was quite action-oriented and direct. Dazai couldn't dodge his full-speed hand, and raised his hand in embarrassment to wipe the corner of his lips. With the other hand, he quietly handed the card that Sakuragawa had just given to Chuya— —Stole it from Nakaya without knowing it—and put it back in Sakuragawa’s pocket.

"Why do you become angry from embarrassment, Zhongye?"

"Huh? Let's see who is deliberately provoking." Zhong also glanced at him coldly, "I said Dazai, what are you doing now? To put it a little disgustingly, at least we used to be considered partners with a tacit understanding, but These actions of yours have brought me to an unexpected conclusion."

"Hmm~"

Dazai showed a thoughtful expression, blinked, and looked at him innocently and harmlessly, "Chuya, are you talking about your conclusion about your sudden emotional outburst?"

"..."

"I think you really want to die."

Dazai nodded in a good mood: "I wish for it."

"Why is Mr. Zhongyuan so angry? I have already handed him the card."

Five minutes after Chuya Nakahara left, he sat safely on the seat again. Sakuragawa asked such a question in a posture lying on the edge of the table, and the target was naturally Dazai in front of him.

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Dazai slightly raised his slightly delicate eyebrows, and then there was a distressed look on his face, "Is this... Maybe Chuka is unwilling to accept that card."

"Ah..." Ying Chuan replied wearily, with some inexpressible bewilderment. After a few seconds of silence, she sighed faintly, "It's really hard to coax, Mr. Zhongyuan. If you really marry him, I would definitely be helpless."

"Hahahaha...don't always talk about that kind of joke."

"But isn't Mr. Dazai responsible for this?" Sakuragawa asked back.

"..."

It was completely unintentional, Sakuragawa once again hit the pain in Dazai's heart, but she herself was as unconscious as ever, and she was even thinking about how to calm Nakahara Nakaya.Regarding Dazai's sudden silence, as usual, he didn't pay special attention to it.

"Meet me." Dazai suddenly called out her name.

"Ok?"

"You seem to care about Zhongya's mood."

Dazai held up the half-drunk coffee, the liquid in it had almost dropped below the temperature and started to become cold.

"Because we're at a loss here."

Sakuragawa said it as a matter of course, and at the same time raised his eyebrows together, "I don't know why Mr. Dazai went to take Mr. Nakahara's wallet, but it doesn't matter, as long as I coax Mr. Nakahara, then this matter will be over. "

It was Dazai who did something wrong first, so there must be a conclusion, but Sakuragawa did not choose the option of "Dazai to deal with" or "Dazai to apologize", but thought "If this is the case, then she should go Coax Nakahara Chuya well, even if Dazai-san does something wrong, nothing will happen."

As if he was suddenly distracted from his thoughts, Dazai froze in the air holding the coffee cup, his eyes flickered twice, and he didn't speak. .

"what?"

At this moment, Sakuragawa found the card in her pocket, pulled it out to confirm, and looked it up against the light for a few seconds, then she sighed slowly, "Mr. Dazai, I finally know why your relationship with Mr. Nakahara is so good. .”

"My relationship with Zhongye is not good."

But Sakuragawa completely ignored his denial, bent his lips, and smiled: "Look, Mr. Zhongyuan is actually an awkward and good person! Knowing that I can't refund it in person, so I secretly returned it to me." .”

Dazai had a strange expression for a moment: "This..."

"Fortunately, I almost thought he was narrow-minded just now, but in fact, Mr. Nakahara took good care of my emotions." Ying Chuan said in a relaxed tone, with a particularly positive mood, "I just made an angry expression when I lost money, and I don't care about it." What happened last time... Thinking about it this way, he didn’t really care about it at all, he’s such a good man, Mr. Zhongyuan!”

Dazai: "..."

He seemed to say "hmm", and it was impossible to explain what the ambiguous syllable mainly coming out of the nasal cavity meant. Dazai raised the corners of his lips: "Just think that he is a good person, maybe Chuya will be very happy too. heard."

Sakura Chuan said bluntly: "I must tell him my heart when I meet next time."

Dazai's smile subtly deepened, recreating the feeling that made Sakuragawa feel familiar and slightly chilled: "It's a 'view', not a 'heart'."

Mr. Dazai, who usually doesn't pay much attention to her diction, actually corrects her diction on a rare occasion.