[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

Senior

◇Front row tips: high school background, setting magic change.Sick. Jiao Hei Mu elements, please eat with caution.

I hate going to school because there are always all kinds of pestering, uninteresting people there.

"Sister, come and play with senior, hahaha!"

"Did the junior girl lose weight again? This thin waist is going to be cut off!"

Look, here it is again.

Two self-righteous youths with hot yellow afro hair, who say they are students, but are in fact no different from punks, "senior seniors in high school", are stuck on the only way to school.

When Ying Guyang sent me to this school, he really wanted to destroy me.Unfortunately, it was not as easy as he thought.

I looked at them with a smile, my round almond eyes curved up, and the long eyelashes blocked the cold eyes that were revealed.I pointed to the alley by the side of the road: "It's not impossible if you want to play, you come one by one."

The tall man pushed the short man away, with a wretched look on his face: "Oh - I'll come first! Hehe!"

"Please." I turned my head and showed a hypocritical gentle smile to the other short man, "Please wait a moment, senior~"

The short man covered his nose, his voice trembling with excitement: "Ah, yes! Junior, go first!"

Very well, none of you can leave.

Please hide the anesthetics that sister Jingzi got in the school uniform, and I hold the syringe tightly.The heartbeat is not the pounding and pounding of the first attempt, but has become more and more stable.

I clearly know what I want to do.

"Sister, is it okay here?"

"Please go deeper, there are many people here."

"You women are troublesome!" The tall man stopped undressing and walked a few steps into the alley impatiently.

With sweet words in my mouth, I stood behind the tall man, quietly pulled off the needle cap of the syringe, and stabbed hard at his spine.

"Ah! Bitch, what are you doing!?"

The liquid medicine was quickly pushed into his body, and I was thrown out by the frightened tall man.

The syringe fell to the ground, and I arched up, trying to avoid damage as much as possible.

The expected pain did not come, my back hit a hug that was not generous but warm, and one arm was slowly tightened across my waist.

"Oh, if Ayako-san wants to play, it's better to come with me~"

A frivolous voice came from behind, and I frowned subconsciously. Even if I didn't turn my head, I knew that it was Osamu Dazai, the senior of the adjacent school, who was holding me back.

I pressed Dazai's hand clasped around his waist, and my tone didn't fluctuate: "Senior, please let go."

"Let me protect you before the medicine fully takes effect~" This senior loves verbal flamboyance, and usually compromises whenever he speaks, but today seems a little different.

He leaned close to my ear and blew lightly, goosebumps came up all the way up his back.

"Dazai!"

"Huh? Little Ayako is finally willing to call my name."

"Please let go!" I took out another anesthetic needle from my pocket, and pressed it on Dazai's arm threateningly.

"Hmm... You bitch..." The anesthetic started to take effect, and the tall man on the ground became dazed, muttering dirty words.

Both Dazai and I ignored this tall man who fell to the ground and was destined not to appear here again.

The tip of the needle touched Dazai's arm, and with a little force, it could pass through the cuff of the school uniform, pierce the bandage on his hand, and ruthlessly penetrate into the muscle.

Dazai didn't fear my threats at all, he stretched out his other hand, grabbed my wrist before I could react, squeezed it lightly, and the syringe fell to the ground.

The alley was quiet, except for the heavy panting of the tall man on the ground, the sound of the syringe falling to the ground was very ear-piercing.

"Desperately running away from me and being with someone else, I'm dying of grief."

Dazai kneaded my hands, lowered his head and buried his face in the crescent of my neck, the sweet, frivolous and vicious voice penetrated straight into the eardrum and hit my brain.

The coolness rose all the way from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and I realized that something was wrong with this black mud bandage senior who loved suicide today—he was out of control.

"With someone else?"

"Yes, that Ryota."

"I do not have!"

My voice trembled uncontrollably, and my warm breath fell on my neck as if it was slow.

"...It's as good as that."

Dazai ignored my self-justification, he buried his head and rubbed lightly on the delicate skin, the arteries in his slender neck beat regularly, and his arms became tighter and tighter.

I wanted to get rid of this suffocating sense of danger and struggled violently.The physical difference between men and women made me despair, and Dazai didn't move at all.

The one who should be farther away from him is the rumored suicidal maniac.I shouldn't have let down my vigilance presumptuously just because he didn't show obvious abnormalities before.

"Are you alright?" The short man stood outside the alley, looking in eagerly.

My heart tightened, and all the confidence I had in my chest disappeared.

What should I do?

If the answer is good, the short man will rush in and see the tall man who can't move on the ground. I'm not sure what he will do, and there is a time bomb stuck behind me.

But if the answer is not good...

"Say something! Are you ready? I'll come in when I'm done!"

Just when I was struggling and didn't know what to say, the arms around my waist slowly relaxed.

Dazai compromised?

I breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Not yet, eh~ not good..."

Dazai put his hand on my waist, and gently scratched my itchy flesh in the middle of my words, the laughter almost blurted out, I covered my mouth and finished speaking bravely.

The little man's voice paused for a while, and just when I thought he was revealing his secrets, he finally spoke again, with unknown excitement in his wretched voice: "Oh! I see hehe, you guys continue!"

Actually, did you hide it?

I took a long breath of gratitude, pulled Dazai's hand from his waist, and turned to face him: "No matter what the reason is, please don't pester me, Dazai-senpai."

Dazai's iris-coloured pupils, which originally had a wicked smile, suddenly cooled down, and his long and dense eyelashes cast a gray shadow, showing a kind of inorganic coldness in the bottom of his eyes.

I stepped back subconsciously and reached into my school uniform pocket, only to find that the only two medicines were gone.

What he said just now should not have been said, at least he should not have said it in such a place where Dazai could be firmly imprisoned.

"Holding? No, I just want to get closer to Ayako." The corner of Dazai's mouth curled up, but he couldn't see any warmth. He approached slowly step by step, like a beast that encloses its prey in its territory, sharpening its claws and preparing to its shredded.

I backed up step by step until I was close to the cold wall of the alley.I have never seen that a person's eyes can be so frightening, cold, cruel to cruel, and all adjectives that do not have good intentions can be placed on him.

"Please, don't come here..."

The air seemed to be heavy, and I couldn't breathe because of the pressure.I raised my head and stared at Dazai's eyes without daring to look away, the plea overflowing from the corner of my mouth was almost moaning.

Dazai stopped a step away from me, he stretched out his hand to brush away the hair that fell on my neck, his cold fingers slowly moved up from the collarbone, and finally stopped at the place where the pulse was beating.

It's obviously a charming, ambiguous, ambiguous action, but I only feel possessive and out-of-control destructive desire.

I dare not speak again, and I cannot speak again.Because I’m not sure if I step on Dazai’s lightning point with a word, will I be strangled to death by him in the dark and deep alley.

"Speak up, Ayako." Dazai's fingertips rubbed lightly, and the lively pulse made him chuckle happily.There was an expectation in his eyes that I couldn't understand.

Surrounded by the tall one, the short one, and Dazai, with nowhere to go, I began to feel sorry for my stupid plan.

That's right, my father, you may be able to achieve the goal of letting me go back and get married.

His mother died of illness, and his former gentle father became more and more indifferent day by day, and finally gave away his daughter who he didn't care about when the family was hit.

What did I do wrong again...?

I bit my lips tightly to prevent myself from making a sound of despair, as if my cold heart couldn't feel the warmth, I slapped Dazai's hand away hard.

I stared at Dazai viciously, my eyes were hot, now I can only stubbornly raise my face without showing timidity: "Get out of here!"

As if stabbed by my ferocious eyes, Dazai looked down at his hands and froze for a long time before he seemed to break free from the quagmire.

"Sorry……"

All the darkness in Dazai's body disappeared, or it was restrained again, and he became that senior who only thought about suicide all day long and didn't care about anything.

I grabbed the corner of my clothes and stared at Dazai's every move without making a sound.I don't know why he suddenly lost control today, but it's better to stay away from this kind of person.

"I accept your apology, but I hope that from now on, the seniors will not use the excuse of dropping by, and come to school with me."

"..."

Dazai lowered his head and said nothing, I picked up the syringe on the ground and walked towards the tall one.

"Uh...uh, you!" The big tall man struggled to hide behind his body, with cold sweat breaking out on his face.

I can't do much with the tall guy, but it's easy to use a large dose of anesthetic to detoxify his lower body.

I was thinking of getting rid of the tall man and going home to marry at worst, and I didn't worry about being retaliated afterwards.

"Little Ayako," Dazai held my wrist, the smile on his face was pale, half of one eye was covered by his black hair, "he's too dirty."

"I'm not qualified to think about these things."

"I'll fix it."

Dazai and I looked at each other, his eyes shone with light, this expression reminded me of a black cat hiding in the night holding a broken tail, I almost blurted out and asked, "Have I seen you before?"

The one that appears with the black cat, has a lot of blood.

"Yeah~" Dazai held my wrist, rubbing his cheeks sticky like a cat's territory.

I stopped my movements and let him do what he did, my thoughts stagnated.

At Chunqi's fifth birthday party two years ago, I didn't know how much I could drink, and accidentally got drunk.

At that time, I was in a surprisingly good state of mind, wandering around on the trail.Until a bloody figure sitting on a bench caught my attention.

I happily ruffled his soft black hair, completely ignoring the eyes that couldn't see the light even under the black warm yellow street lamp.

"Are you my cat? Oh...I don't have a cat."

"Why don't you meow, hiccup~"

"Eat sweets, cat, I'll take you home after eating."

"Where's the sugar? It's gone!"

"..."

While talking to myself while feeding the cat, my cousin Jingwu took me home. I felt ashamed afterwards, and I didn’t take the initiative to recall this memory.

"Do you remember, Ayako?"

I was so questioned by Dazai that I was speechless, but I remembered it when I thought about it, but was my casual sentence "Take you home" back then worth your obsession?

The guilt made me speechless, and at the same time, there was something incredible and inexplicable in my heart.

"...I'm sorry." The breeze in the alley was wet and cold, and my mind was completely confused by the blowing, and finally I apologized softly with my lips whispering.

Dazai looked at me with a smile that I couldn't understand.

"Bring him here." He put down his phone, and almost a minute later, a sturdy young man in a black suit walked into the alley with the unconscious little man in his arms.

"gentlemen."

"Take him away too." Dazai pointed at the tall man standing on the ground, without any emotion on his face.

"Yes, sir!"

The young man in the suit respectfully picked up the tall man on the ground, brought one in without any complaints, and carried two out.

The alley returned to calm, without the tall man lying on the ground panting in embarrassment, and there was a bit of silence in the silence.

"So, even if you don't accept it, please don't reject me, Ayako."

The iris-colored pupils were chaotic in the shadows, as if bewitched by a goblin, my voice trembled without even realizing it: "...OK."

The author has something to say: Today is a super bloody old stalk√

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