[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

Life is not salty, and Dazai goes out to work while I go to school during the day-according to him, he is doing a good thing to maintain social stability.

In the blink of an eye, it is the last day of October. This year's school festival and Halloween come together, and the theme of the celebration is simply "My day with ghosts".

"Makeup? No, I think the regular version of Little Red Riding Hood is fine."

My role is Little Red Riding Hood, and I was going to make a casual cutscene, but Akane Yuangong took out the makeup and put it on me with a serious face.

"It fits the theme, Ayako!"

Yuan Gongqian poured the pale foundation liquid on my face, and it faded away a little bit, the gentle movements were actually a little comfortable.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work, Xiaoqian."

The theme of Class A for the third year is Darkness. Fairy Tales. Various fairy tale characters are selected by oneself, and then the selling points are determined according to the characteristics of the characters themselves.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have chosen Sleeping Beauty."

Yuan Gongqian chose to sell a girl's little match, bah, a little match girl.Responsible for soliciting customers and selling matches. Matches are also considered dangerous goods, so although the match logo is pasted on the small match box, there are only a few long strips of sugar inside.

"How to say?"

"Sleeping Beauty's mission is to sell the roses around him, put up a sign, and just lie down and sleep until the end."

"Is there a penalty for not completing the task?"

"Sleeping Beauty's punishment is the prince's kiss. Matsuyama-san is the prince, so it's a blessing for Jomu-kun who plays the princess."

"Pfft! You've worked so hard to show your affection."

Yuan Gongqian's makeup brush gently swept my face, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

"Ayako's skin is really good, white and tender."

Opening one eye, I reached out to poke Yuan Gongqian's cheek: "Xiaoqian, you are not bad, pinch—"

Yuan Gongqian blocked my hand with a smile, smeared a "blood stain" on the corner of my mouth, and pushed the foldable makeup mirror in front of her: "How is it?"

My eyes widened in surprise, and the pale girl in the mirror also stared. Under the pure color, there was a sense of bloody beauty: "Xiaoqian is really amazing! It's completely different from my usual style!"

"Hmm~"

I took out my phone and sent a selfie to Dazai, and I started looking at the pictures again.In the photo, my round almond eyes are elongated by the eyeliner, and there are a few bloody scratches on my pale face, and the under eye sockets are dark and cold.

The bright red blood stains on the corner of the mouth snaked, sticking to the skin sticky.I stretched out my hand to wipe it, and licked it while Yuan Gongqian was not paying attention.

"Tsk." It's red syrup, it doesn't taste very good, it's too sweet.

"Little Red Riding Hood's task today is to sell a basket of bread!"

I took the bamboo basket handed by Akane Yuangong, filled with soft and sweet buns, but I didn’t have the slightest advantage in this place full of gourmet desserts.

I weighed the basket, and showed Yuan Gongqian a very human-like smile: "Okay, no problem~"

"Wow! It's this kind of pure taste eroded by darkness, Ayako, you can do it!"

"Good middle school, Xiaoqian. If you sell matches, go for it!"

"Ok!"

The playground was divided into "territories" according to the class. I stood in front of the signboard of Class A of the third year, holding a bamboo basket to maintain the character design, and smiled at the guests who came and went.

The contrast between dark red lips and pale skin was sharp. I put a red hood on top of my head, and let my thoughts go to reveal inorganic eyes.

During the campus festival, the school is open to the public, so the flow of people is unusually large.I stared at the black crowd, confident in my task of selling bread.

"Student, can we take a photo together?"

OK!The first business is here!

I nodded reservedly, and the short-haired girl in a men's school uniform walked up to me, and thoughtfully pulled out the filter to take a photo with me.

"Xiaochun, where are you~"

"I'm here, Senior Honey!"

The short-haired girl smiled apologetically at me, stuffed a tip into the front pocket of my bib, turned and ran to find the blonde.

I'm not here to take photos, I'm here to sell buns!

"..."

People were running too fast, and before I had time to take out the buns from the basket, I was surrounded by a circle of people.

"Little Red Riding Hood, can we take a photo together?"

"It can be..."

My voice was drowned in the noisy and warm atmosphere, seeing me nodding, one by one spontaneously lined up with tips in their hands and waited for a group photo.

"No! Really no need!"

"Little Red Riding Hood is so cute, please accept it!" The girl turned around after taking the photo and dragged her best friend away.

As a result, my pockets became more and more bulging, but none of the bread was sold.

Whoever stretches out his thigh, I will write a big miserable word on it.

Is it a customary rule to tip after a shoot?I finished taking the photo with a dazed face, and there was almost room to breathe when the crowd cleared up.

Opposite Class A of the third year is Class B of the third year. A group of bigwigs in women's clothing pose in various aggressive poses and take photos with passers-by. Tips are paid.

Fine.

I was dry mouthed and explained to passers-by for a long time, but I didn't sell a single piece of bread.My wrists were sore while holding the basket, so I let it go and put it on the ground.

"Can I take a picture?"

The refreshing and clean female voice pulled me out of my depression, and a tall girl in a light yellow dress appeared in front of my eyes.

Oh, big surprise!

I stepped on my round-toed leather shoes and jumped in front of her: "Miss Xiaolan!"

"Eh? It's Ayako!"

"Miss Xiaolan, do you want a group photo?"

"It's not me, it's Ayumi, she said it's so cool to have a big sister here."

"Can I take a photo, big sister?"

The student-headed little girl who was holding Mao Lilan's hand looked up at me, her big wet eyes glowing biubiu.

"of course can."

It turned out that Mao Lilan brought the children, and Conan followed in all likelihood. I don't know if this unlucky guy will experience some hell again.

"Conan! Let's take a photo together!"

Just thinking about it, Conan came over with two cups of milk tea, and Ayumi waved at him with a shy face.

"What? It's Sakura Valley." Conan nodded to Ayumi, and gave Xiaolan the milk tea.

"Long time no see." I greeted blankly with a tired face.

Conan was frightened by my expression, he stared at me for a while, took a big sip of the milk tea, swallowed the pearls in his mouth and stared at me with half-moon eyes: "I collected a pocket of money, but I didn't sell a single bread, you What are you doing?"

"As you can see~" I picked up the bamboo basket again, and smiled darkly at Possibly, "Would you like to save face, big detective."

"Oh! My sister is so cool!"

Conan didn't respond, but Ayumi applauded face-saving.

I touched the top of the little girl's head, took out a sandwich butter bread from the basket and stuffed it into Ayumi's arms: "Come on little sister, let's take a picture."

"Ok!"

"Mitsuhiko, hurry up!"

"Genta, run slowly!" A boy with small freckles ran over panting not far away, and stuffed strawberry-flavored milk tea into Ayumi's hand, "Ayumi, here you are."

"Thank you." Ayumi took the milk tea, subconsciously glanced at Conan, found that Conan was talking to Xiaolan, and sighed in frustration.

Oh shit, Shura field!

Conan probably didn't realize it, but I stood by and watched happily.Unexpectedly, the famous detective of high school students in the past is still a killer of elementary school students.

After Conan and his party left, some of my buns were finally sold at a low price.The class next door and I borrowed vintage armchairs, and sat on the chairs with a basket in our hands, in a daze.

In order to fit the Halloween theme, the overall layout of the venue is in dark tones.There are exquisite handmade jack-o-lanterns on the ground, which will look great when the lights are turned on after dark.

From time to time, people dressed as eastern and western ghosts float by, vampires, werewolves, ghosts walking by night... these are all trivial things.There are ruthless people who pretend to be the stinky mud in Pokemon, and the taste is too restored.

The little match girl walked up to me with ease: "Ayako, are you finished?"

"Oh, it's still early."

"Then come on, I'll leave you an ice cream haha!"

"Get out of my sight, you bad woman!"

"Bad girls have ice cream~"

The little match seller yelling outside has completed the task and is happily eating ice cream.

And I finally decided to attack my acquaintance——

"Here, Sakura."

"No tip, buy a piece of bread, my friend." I stuffed the bamboo basket into Atsushi Murasakihara's arms, showing a bright smile that didn't match the dark makeup on my face.

"Ah, where's Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother?" Atsushi Murasaki was startled by my smile, he took a step back and opened the cloth on the bamboo basket, and finally picked out a cream sandwich bread.

"Grandma is in retirement."

"Well, let's buy a few." Atsushi Ziyuan took a bite and showed disgust, "The bread is hard and unpalatable."

"Just fifty yen, don't be too strict."

A few girls in my class and I made the bread early in the morning. Now that it is afternoon, the taste must be much worse.

Atsushi Ziyuan sniffed his nose and picked and picked in the bamboo basket: "I want these, they are made by Sakura."

"Ok~"

After I sent Atsushi Ziyuan away, my bamboo basket was half empty.The bamboo basket is not big, and there is not much bread in it. It stands to reason that those who put in tips should not leave in such a hurry, there is not enough for one person.

"Ayako, here you are."

Yuan Gongqian brought a clip and a piece of white paper, on which was written - bread seller.

"...I thank you."

"You're welcome, what's the relationship between us?"

I compromised and fixed the paper on the bamboo basket with clips, and sat on the wooden chair holding the basket with dead eyes, solidified into a gray sculpture.

A white hand stretched out from behind, and stuffed a very familiar wallet into my arms. The owner of the hand lowered his head and leaned into my ear: "Please have a little red riding hood's exclusive bread~"

"The exclusive bread is gone, do you want a special order?"

I smiled and turned my head to the side, and it was indeed Dazai who caught my eye.A slight smile floated in his eyes, his iris-colored eyes were serious and focused.

I like the way Dazai looks at me the most. It's hard to describe it as clean and clear, but I'm indulging in his eyes and I know - he's looking at me, and only at me.

"Is it a special order every day?"

"You think beautifully, it's a special order to see Ayako Sakuradani's mood."

Dazai took off my Little Red Riding Hood and straightened my hair: "Will Miss Ayako be in a good mood tonight?"

Dazai's movements were very light, and it was very comfortable to press the scalp lightly. I squinted my eyes: "Well, yes."

I handed the bamboo basket to Dazai, took out a banknote from the wallet and stuffed it into my pocket, and when I closed it, a photo slipped out.

The protagonists in the old black and white photos are me and Dazai — I hold Dazai’s tie condescendingly, with a bulging face and a fierce expression.Dazai looked up at me with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his eyes.

"what?"