[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

I stared at the message from Dazai not knowing what to reply, the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.

After thinking about it for a moment, I decided to pretend that nothing happened just now.

【Mr. Dazai's craftsmanship is good~ I'm still waiting for your seven deadly sins! 】

【Mr. Dazai: Ayako, give me some time, I am serious about apologizing. 】

【Mr. Dazai: Be cute.jpg】

[Okay, I'm going to sleep, good night. 】

[Mr. Dazai: Ann. 】

I was lost in thought while watching the conversation on the screen, why is the feeling of chatting with Dazai different from before?

Forget it, don't think about going bald.Get some sleep first, maybe you can forget about this embarrassing incident tomorrow morning.

I ostrich walked to the bedroom and drew the thick curtains, covered the quilt and fell asleep without thinking about anything.

It's dawn, it's Monday.The weekend was so fulfilling that I felt like I had been away from the campus for a long time.

The last class in the afternoon was outdoor physical education class. Our class happened to coincide with May’s class. After the warm-up exercise, May and I sat in the shade of a tree on the hillside and chatted.

Wuyue hugged her legs, leaned her face on her knees and turned her head to ask me: "Tomorrow is the sports meeting, is Xiao Ling ready?"

The borrowing contest is the last event tomorrow morning. If I don't mention it in May, I will almost forget it.

Under May's expectant eyes, I let out a long breath: "To be honest... I don't have any confidence in my heart."

"Hahaha Xiaoling, don't worry, I will bring my team to cheer for you tomorrow!"

"Forgive me, May, is this a public execution?"

The sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, and fell on the heads of me and May under the tree, the smiles and rays of light merged cleanly like a stream.

"Buzz, buzz—"

The mobile phone beeped continuously, I took out the mobile phone and checked, it was from Dazai.

Wuyue and I sat shoulder to shoulder, she tilted her head to glance at the names on the screen, and winked at me narrowly: "Mr. Dazai... oh?"

Most middle school girls are more sensitive to the opposite sex, so I tapped Wuyue's forehead: "Friend! It's the friend I made by throwing the drift bottle."

"Hey, have you been in touch for so long?"

May probably knows a little about the fact that I have a friend I picked up from a drifting bottle.

"Yeah, I didn't think about it either. I'm a little angry because of something these two days."

Speaking of this, I am also a little depressed. How did Dazai and I become friends?Obviously it was awkward when we first started chatting.

I was in a bad mood that day, for reasons I don't remember.

Dazai sent me a friend request through the contact information on the note, and noted 'I am Dazai Osamu'.

I passed by and sent a sentence-you are Osamu Dazai, then I am Chuya Nakahara!

By the way, "Disqualification in the World" on the bookshelf is attached.

As for coming...

Seeing that I was in a daze, Wuyue poked my arm: "Which aspect? Xiao Ling can talk to me about it."

"Hmm... I can't tell." I hugged my knees suddenly frustrated, "I mean if, if in some very scary place, your friend suddenly lost his memory, didn't trust and accept your existence..."

May opened her eyes wide, peach pink eyes like sweet macarons: "No matter what happens, this friend must be baptized in the crematorium!"

"Hmm..." Wu Yue made sense.

I won’t talk about the last embarrassing thing with Wuyue. Isn’t sleep the biggest enemy of troubles?I went to bed so early last night, why haven't I forgotten?

"Buzzing—"

Wuyue patted me on the shoulder: "The phone keeps ringing, do you want Xiao Ling to take a look? I'll avoid it for now!"

"Well, thank you!"

There was no one around, and I leaned against a thick old tree, with the rough bark of the old tree behind my back.I tilted my head back, feeling inexplicably safe in such an environment.

I looked at my phone, Dazai had already sent more than a dozen messages.

【Mr. Dazai: After serious consideration, I realize my mistake. The following are my charges. 】

【Mr. Dazai: Review Letter.jpg】

……

【Mr. Dazai: Why doesn’t Ayako speak? 】

【Mr. Dazai: I was wrong, don’t keep talking.jpg】

[Mr. Dazai: Voice. 】

Um?What the hell is a self-criticism, the kind that elementary school students hand over to their homeroom teacher after doing bad things?

I skipped the review paper and looked at Dazai's voice first.There are several voices, each tens of seconds, I clicked carefully as if touching a bomb.

I didn't wear headphones, so I had to stick the phone speaker to my ear.

"The handwritten review was not sincere enough, so I decided to recite the review."

"Thank you, Ayako, for not giving up on my terrible friend. The following is my self-criticism—the seven deadly sins of Osamu Dazai."

I silently turned up the voice a little bit. The beating of the phone to vent my anger yesterday seemed to make it want to resist. The speaker was a little hoarse, and Dazai's voice sounded a little hoarse as if he had just cried.

"...The second crime is putting a monitor on Xiao Lingzi without Xiao Lingzi's permission..."

Um?WTF?It's too windy and I can't hear you!

"... Your sincere friend, Osamu Dazai."

The phone's speaker returned to normal, and the last sentence sounded exceptionally clear.

I pressed the cross on my forehead and heard at the end, Dazai's summary was very detailed and emotional, but why did I get angrier?

In fact, Dazai made a serious apology and it was over. After all, I am so generous that I won't care too much about the half-bad boy before.But he brought out all the good things he did and dissed it again, which sounded even more irritating!

Has Dazai ever apologized? I'm so disgusted!

I felt angry and funny, so I called Dazai with a puffy face.

"beep--"

The phone was quickly connected, and Dazai's voice was transmitted to my ears through the current, and the tone sounded clearer than in the mental hospital.

"Little Ayako!"

"Mr. Dazai, I decided to prolong my anger until I meet you again and apologize to me in person."

"Hey why? Can Ayako give me some hints?"

"...There is no reason, I just want to pick up Mr. Dazai and beat him up, and then consider whether to calm down."

"Ah, little Ayako is so hard to coax..."

The old tree I leaned against was on the small high slope of the outdoor basketball court, and occasionally a basketball was thrown out of the fence.

"boom!"

The basketball hit the flat ground not far from me. I held my phone and looked up, and the big golden retriever Kise Ryota waved to me.

"Sakura Valley! Can you pick up the basketball for us?"

"Okay, Ryota wait for me!"

I waved to Kise and put the phone to my ear: "Mr. Dazai, let me pick up a basketball first."

Dazai responded obediently: "Okay."

I picked up the ball and went back up the slope to weigh it twice, feeling that I could throw it in from here.

Kise Ryota beckoned on the court to indicate that he could catch it.

"Little Ayako, I can!"

"it is good!"

The basketball fell into the court smoothly in a parabola, and Kise Ryota took off and dunked the ball into the basket.

I gave Kise Ryota a thumbs up, and he patted the back of his head and gave me a smirk.

It reminds me of Little Golden Retriever Xia Wan.

I don't know if Chun Qi has raised Xia Maru well, it must have grown up after so long, right?

I sat back under the tree again, but Dazai didn't hang up the phone.

"Mr. Dazai, are you still there?"

"Yes. Who is Ryota, Ayako's new friend?"

Dazai's voice was slow and deep, and his slightly rising tone seemed inexplicably aggrieved.

"That's it."

"Little Ayako has many friends who are completely different from me."

Speaking of friends, May and Akane are, Akashi, Atsushi and Ryota are, and just add Detective Conan.This can't be called a lot of friends, can it?

"What nonsense are you talking about, can my friend count on two hands?"

"I'm not talking nonsense, my friends - Odasaku, Ango and Ayako, now Ayako doesn't want me, there are only two left."

I seem to see Dazai sitting pitifully in the corner, counting with his fingers, there are only two or three poor friends.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud because the brain supplement was so visually appealing: "That's a bit pathetic... Puff hahaha!"

"Little Ayako is too much."

"It's really funny, and when will I break up with you?"

"do not have it?"

"I never said that, Dazai-san thinks too much."

Maybe it's because I don't have many friends. I think the word "break off friendship" hurts the feelings of friends very much, so I never say it lightly.

"that would be great."

"I'm still very angry now, so I hung up the phone."

"beep--"

Without waiting for Dazai to reply, I ruthlessly hung up the phone.

Anger still has to happen. Dazai lost his memory for three and a half days before, so I will take advantage of it and be angry for seven days.

Click on the photo of the review letter sent by Dazai. There are many changes on it, but the handwriting is neat and beautiful.

It is really exactly the same as the format of the lowercase review in my country.

I silently saved the picture, and decided to laugh at Dazai in the future.