Is Ms. Oda married today? [Comprehensive]

Mori Ogai smiled meaningfully, and there was a deep meaning hidden in the protracted voice, but even if he didn't say it, Aizawa could guess what it was.

When the atmosphere was so tense that throwing a match would set the entire western restaurant on fire, Oda put down the round spoon in his hand and looked up at his former boss.

"Doctor Sen."

The man turned his head with a smile, "Oh, your expression is scary Yizhi, don't worry, I won't do anything to him, so you don't have to look at me like that."

"……Oh."

Does she look scary?

Oda Kazue touched his cheek, but found no difference.

Seeing her puzzled action, Mori Ogai said again.

"After all, if I really want to do something, I will do it quietly. I will do it when you can't find it. Hahaha, how could I do it in front of your face... Are you kidding me?"

"...No." Oda stared at him, shaking his head, "Since Dr. Mori said he won't do anything, I have no reason to be angry."

"That's good, I don't want to see you angry either." The man smiled submissively.

Oda stared at him for a while, did not speak, turned his eyes away and continued eating curry.

"You should be angry at this time." Dazai Osamu looked at Oda with his chin in his hand, and smiled, "But if Kazue is angry, he is forcing himself."

Oda raised his lower eyelids, and let out a short and unintelligible 'huh'.

I don't know if she is angry or not, but if I really want to describe the mood just now, it should be similar to the feeling when Mori Ogai asked her casually for the first time, "You have adopted, adopted, and adopted a child".

Oda looked at Mori Ogai, who was drinking wine as if nothing had happened, because no one was drinking after he finished speaking, and the leader of the Port Ability Talent Export Center was pouring wine into his stomach glass after glass.

While she was silently watching Mori Ogai, Osamu Dazai broke the stiff atmosphere and continued with a smile: "It's my turn."

Aizawa raised his eyes slightly, ready to be ridiculed.

However, the black-haired young man just said to Mori Ogai casually: "You are so small, boss, the wine shop almost turned into a battlefield."

After finishing speaking, he raised the cup in his hand, which meant that he had finished speaking.

Everyone gave Osamu Dazai face, and chose to bully Mori Ogai, and everyone who didn't like him drank alcohol.

Aizawa followed the crowd and poured a glass of wine into his stomach. At the same time, he was also thinking that this guy is indeed the type who hides his secrets and stays alone, with a belly full of bad water hidden under his gentle and refreshing smile.

To be honest, he was ready to be threatened, but Osamu Dazai just passed by so lightly, so chic as hell.

He could feel that Osamu Dazai hated him, so much that he wanted to drown him in a wine barrel, but Osamu Dazai didn't do it.

Osamu Dazai organized this drinking game, using everyone as a gun, but at the last moment he was a good guy, and drank the least amount of alcohol. He was so cunning that he couldn't be more cunning.

Holding the wine glass, Aizawa thought about whether he was drunk or not, and made a cunning comment to Dazai in his heart, then raised his head, and said the last words before losing consciousness.

"I don't know what to say on the scene. In short, I know what everyone wants to express."

After Aizawa finished speaking, he swept around the people present, and the expected scene happened.

That's fine, except none of his girlfriends drink.

Seven shots of vodka, this is killing him.

Sure enough, in this cold world, only his girlfriend's embrace can bring him warmth.

He stared at the wine bottle that Osamu Dazai graciously pushed in front of him, cursed in his heart blankly, and then started drinking according to the rules of the game.

From the first cup to the fourth cup, he could barely make out where Dazai Osamu's nose and eyes were, and by the fifth cup, Dazai Osamu was already a blur in his eyes.

By the time he drank the sixth cup, he no longer knew where he was doing.

When the seventh cup fell into the stomach along the esophagus, he felt that he had fallen into the deep sea like the wine in his stomach, his limbs were dead and he couldn't lift it, and the voice in his ears became hazy, as if it was Oda was calling him.

But after he struggled hard, he couldn't hear what she was saying clearly. After about ten seconds, his drowsiness overtook everything like a rocket. In the end, he gave up struggling and sank into it. The dark bottom.

Consciousness goes away, and the five senses are closed.

Drowsiness invades the brain.

When he woke up, he was already lying on the quilt that Oda had made in the study.

Aizawa stared at the blurry ceiling, blinked his dry eyes, and subconsciously touched the eye drops.

The eye drops that shouldn't have appeared beside the pillow lay there quietly, and it was Oda who let it go without thinking too much.

Moreover, in order to ensure his rest, Oda turned off the incandescent lamp at the top of the study, and only turned on a small warm yellow lamp in front of the desk, emitting a warm and soft light.

But she was missing, not at the desk, not lying beside him... But Aizawa could at least confirm from the books spread out on the table and the lamp that was on, that she was still sitting at the desk reading earlier.

He raised his hand and unscrewed the cap of the eye drops, dripped a drop into each eye, and after lying down with his eyes closed for a while, he couldn't hold on anymore.

The smell of alcohol was all over his body, which made him a little uncomfortable, and his stomach always felt rolling.

Aizawa sat up with the quilt under him, and the moment he sat upright, he had a feeling that the world was upside down and his body was flying into the air.

After resting his head for a while, although he was still dizzy, he was much better than before.

The only thing not so good is his stomach.

Dizziness is not the most uncomfortable among the series of hangover reactions. One of the reactions he hates the most after drinking is that his stomach feels like he has been punched, which makes him feel like there are five hundred Mikes in his stomach. Dee's nausea.

In short, at this time, let's vomit first.

Without further ado, Aizawa struggled to get up, leaned on the wall, touched the toilet and vomited, feeling much more comfortable.

He dragged his tired body exhaustedly in front of the sink, rinsed his mouth, and then washed his face. When he looked up at himself in the mirror, Aizawa felt that he had misunderstood Yamada Yoshimoto before.

With Yamada Yosei, he thinks he can be five years older, and with Dazai Osamu, he feels that he can be ten years older.

This is still to save face, and it has been a few years less.

Aizawa propped himself on the sink to wake up for a while, and in the following time he went to the toilet to vomit again, then returned to the sink, and repeated the action of rinsing his mouth and washing his face.

After he dragged his heavy body back to the study, when he opened the door, he saw his girlfriend standing at the table with downcast eyes, thinking about something. He felt that a series of reactions after drunkenness were healed by the quiet and contemplative girlfriend.

And when he looked at Oda Kazue's quiet and soft face, he had a strong impulse.

In fact, he had this idea before, but he felt that it was too fast and would scare Oda.

But after seeing the group of scary suitors behind her today, he thought it was better to tell her earlier.

Aizawa stepped forward and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his head on her shoulders, his wet hair was piled on her neck, scratching her collarbone itchyly.

Oda came back to his senses and smiled lightly, raised his hand to rub his black hair, "You smell of alcohol all over you."

"Neither are you."

He spoke in a hoarse voice, raised his hand and pulled Oda's left hand down, squeezed his rough fingers into her fingers, pinched his ring finger and gestured in a circle.

"How much do you remember?" Oda asked him.

Aizawa thought about it carefully: "When talking to Ms. Xie Ye? Or after Mr. Fukuzawa spoke?"

Although he basically forgot what they said, but he wonderfully remembered that they all looked at him badly, threatened him with what they said, and Dazai Osamu was too dirty.

Thinking of this, he asked.

"They went back long ago?"

"Well, it's been a long time, Dazai said that he has time to find you for a drink." Oda rubbed his lips with his fingers and replied.

"……Oh."

Forget it, he doesn't want to touch alcohol and meet Dazai Osamu in the near future.

Although Aizawa couldn't remember what Dazai Osamu said, he felt that his resistance to Dazai Osamu was engraved in his body.

He raised his head, met Kami Oda's warm yellow eyes dyed by the light, and changed the subject.

"What were you thinking just now?"

"Mr. Fukuzawa told me that if Atsushi still couldn't control his personality, he would join the detective agency." Oda turned around and looked into his dark eyes, "So I was thinking, this is the worst move."

"Atsushi Nakajima."

He held Oda's waist and thought, compared to Nakajima Atsushi and Akutagawa Ryunosuke, he seems to be the one who is more worry-free, but in fact they are both in the same boat, and neither of them is worry-free.

"But you don't mean to let him join the detective agency."

Aizawa said firmly.

The corners of Oda's mouth curled up slightly, "Well, Dazai went to give them a layer of protection, so I think it's okay."

"They? Akutagawa and Nakajima?"

"Yeah." Oda nodded.

Aizawa thought about it.

If Osamu Dazai looked for the two of them personally, then there should be no major problem.

Thinking of this, Aizawa had that wonderful feeling again.

He lost consciousness while drinking, but he felt that his body remembered Osamu Dazai.

His body told him.

Osamu Dazai belongs to someone who has already predicted ten steps or the ending as soon as others take one step.In short, as long as they meet him, everyone will follow his plan step by step like his preset chess pieces.

It was in Osamu Dazai's plan to let other people warn him and get him drunk.

Therefore, it should be just around the corner to solve the problem that Atsushi Nakajima cannot control his personality.

Aizawa looked a little weird.

Although he felt that the method of remembering Dazai Osamu with his body was quite scary, it also made him start to think further, whether Dazai Osamu would feel more uncomfortable the more he looked at him in the future, and make him break up with Oda .

But regardless of whether Osamu Dazai would think so, Aizawa felt that it would be better to give him a good time than leave him a little thought.

To be more precise, it is for those one, two, three, four, five, six or seven people to enjoy themselves.

He hugged his girlfriend and thought seriously.

So, which is the best wedding ring to buy?

The author has something to say: Who would have thought that Mr. Aizawa, who lost his memory after the drinking party, remembered Dazai with his body.

Who would have thought that Mr. Aizawa, who lost his memory after the drinking party, made the decision to get married early hhhh

In fact, in the IF line in my brain, if Aizawa doesn't show up, Dazai doesn't do anything wrong, Miss Oda doesn't go to Ikebukuro, and Natsume-sensei doesn't show up, Dr. Mori has the greatest chance of winning.

But if this is the case, assuming that the two are together, it is impossible for Dr. Mori to confess, let alone get married, and Ms. Oda will still be called a real mistress. Anyway, as long as Dr. Mori does not approach the children, Oda The lady will not be angry, and will let Dr. Sen mess around.

Forget it, after thinking about it, I still choose Aizawa-sensei...