Two or three things about having a crush on Mr. Dazai

I withdrew my hand on the top of the little silver hair, and said calmly under her shocked and confused expression: "You're welcome, go to bed early. Goodbye."

I was as calm as if the door of the emergency room hadn't been knocked open, and my name hadn't been called viciously.

Let me explain to Akutagawa?joke.

Carrying him to the hospital without sleep in the middle of the night is the most humane thing, I really don't have the mood to deal with his gloomy face that seems like everyone owes him millions.

What's more, he was beaten so colorfully that his face was blooming, which must be even uglier.

Xiaoyin: "Oh... see you again, Mr. Takeshita?"

I waved my hand and walked away without looking back.

If I don’t leave, I’m afraid there will be rumors in the hospital that “a love triangle exploded! Hong Kong black ghost and Mr. Dazai’s new subordinates are suspected rivals in love. They fought for a young girl in the middle of the night, and the tragic duel caused Akutagawa to be seriously injured and admitted to the hospital”—I’m not alarmist, It's entirely possible.

As for how their brothers and sisters communicate with each other, that has nothing to do with me.

Later I heard that Akutagawa stayed in the hospital for three full days before being discharged.

After he was discharged from the hospital, Dazai never asked me to participate in their training again.

I was not summoned, so I could only hide in silence with the void open, watching Dazai teach Akutagawa how to use Rashomon to defend.

However, Akutagawa's understanding of defense is not as high as that of attack, and he can't do the "space partition" theory proposed by Mr. Dazai anyway.

Akutagawa had a strong desire to fight me, and asked several times, "Please let me fight Aki Takeshita."

"He's not here." Dazai said impatiently, "Practice yourself well."

Akutagawa still wants to fight for a pk opportunity: "Even if he is a ghost assassin, I will definitely..."

"When you meet him now, you can only be a human sandbag."

Dazai sneered, "Being beaten for three days and unable to move, still don't understand the truth?"

Seeing Akutagawa clenching his hands into fists in embarrassment, I feel extremely comfortable from the hair to the tip of my toes.

Well, it can barely offset Mr. Dazai's dissatisfaction with putting his effort into his moves.

If Mr. Dazai personally instructed me, I would have to practice new uses of supernatural powers even if I didn’t eat, drink or sleep—if there was one.

Akutagawa didn't spend much time here, which disappointed Mr. Dazai again and again.

So slack, so hateful!

Compared with Akutagawa, his younger sister Xiaoyin is definitely a qualified and excellent student.

Not only did she work hard to complete all the practice tasks I gave her, but she also obediently drank the milk I gave her.

During training, Xiao Yin often wore a mask, covering the lower half of his face to "maintain the temperament of an assassin", only revealing his firm eyes and fair forehead.

Injuries are unavoidable in actual combat training, but I will not soften my heart to Xiao Yin because of this, because softness is harming her.

The skills of an assassin must have been honed in the embarrassing struggle between life and death, and there is nothing else that can replace this sense of crisis.

Xiaoyin's ability to accept is very strong, as soon as the mask is on his face, he practiced silently without making a sound, neither complaining of suffering nor tiredness, and his aggressiveness was exactly the same as that of Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

After training, she took off her sweat-soaked mask and stretched out her slender, bruised arms to take the medicine and bandages I gave her.

"Thank you."

She thanked her in a low voice, her voice was soft, full of the shy and courteous temperament of a little daughter.

My eyes fell on the injury on her arm, and I couldn't help asking: "Does it hurt? Is it my fault?"

She shook her head, her big eyes were full of surprise and gratitude: "How could it be? Takeshita-kun's teachings have benefited people a lot, and Yin will never blame you! ... And, Yin knew in his heart that meeting Takeshita-kun would be I've actually been very, very lucky."

She spoke sincerely, and there seemed to be brilliance in her eyes.

I was a little dazed, and I always felt that I had seen this scene somewhere before.

He also told her: "When you go back, you must take good care of your injuries. If you can't reach your back, you need to go to the hospital for medicine. You don't need to buy bandages. I have a lot of them here. You can just get them in the office."

"Yes!"

Since that day, Xiaoyin seems to be closer and more trusting to me.In addition to training, he also took the initiative to ask me if I needed help, and was always ready to help me run errands.

He's really cuter than that bastard Akutagawa Ryunosuke, I don't know how many times cuter.

What is even more pleasing is that she also likes to drink milk.We often discuss which brand of dairy products tastes better.

With the joint efforts of Xiaoyin and I, the bandages and milk in the office were used up quickly.

On this day, I was going back to the office with three big boxes of XX brand milk of different flavors.

This brand actually launched three new flavors at once, which is really exciting.

However, I never expected that I would encounter a terrible unexpected guest on the way.

When I was suddenly attacked by Yiren in the corridor, my brain hadn't reacted yet, and my body spontaneously jumped back to avoid it.

The black clothing turned into a sharp blade and attacked at a high speed, as if it wanted to cut off my arm.

Needless to say, my keen sense of combat allowed me to dodge in time, and my arm was naturally intact.

but.

I was forced to let go of the three cartons of milk in my arms.

And they fell from my hands to the ground, completely penetrated by the sharp black blade.

Horizontal, vertical, oblique, all kinds of cutting methods are available.

It can be called a perfect cut, and every carton of milk in it must be spared.

Because, I watched the milk-scented white liquid flow out of the broken cardboard box and slowly spread on the corridor floor.

I stood still and let Rashomon attack me from every angle.

Rashomon came fiercely, but stopped in front of my aorta in milliseconds.

"Come and fight me! Takeshita!"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was deep and authentic on the other side of the corridor, his voice was hoarse and penetrating.After finishing speaking, he put his hand to his mouth and coughed twice, his fighting spirit soared into the sky.

I:"……"

Akutagawa, are you fucking out of your mind?

I lowered my head and looked at the milk flowing happily on the ground in silence.

A whole three boxes.The latest flavors.The store specially gave me a [-]% discount for the sake of regular customers.of milk.

The smell of milk in the hallway became stronger and stronger, but I felt dizzy, as if my blood had been lost along with the milk.

Rashomon circled around my neck and tightened it tighter: "Come on!"

Come on, come on you big headed ghost.

I was so angry that I calmed down and said sincerely to Akutagawa: "If you want to die, you can tell me directly, you don't have to beat around the bush."

"I will fulfill you."

Before the fabric around my neck tightened any further, I dived into nothingness, vanishing into thin air, caught by the rope-like Rashomon.

Akutagawa's fighting spirit was terrific, and he was on high alert. Rashomon was spinning at a high speed beside him, defending airtightly.

Then I was beaten and knocked over by me on the ground full of mess.

In a fit of rage, I pointed the tip of the dagger at his throat for the first time, and Akutagawa would die here if he took any further steps.

At this moment, two voices sounded at the same time.

"What are you doing?!"

"Ah, what a destructive force~"

I froze, and subconsciously stopped.

Then Akutagawa took the opportunity to blow me away with Rashomon.After brushing past a familiar figure in a long black trench coat, my body hit the corridor wall heavily.

Then I slid feebly against the wall, my back aching like it was shattered.

For a moment, my heart was shocked by that figure.

It's Mr. Dazai.

My office is on the same floor as Nakahara Naka, not the same floor as Dazai-san.

Zhongyuan should have heard the commotion and came out of the office, and Dazai...

Dazai said: "Let Akutagawa-kun run errands to get a document and can't come back for a long time. It turns out that he was delayed by someone."

No, not...

It wasn't me who held him back, it was Akutagawa who did it first!

Nakahara also ignored Dazai and Akutagawa, and asked me directly: "Aki, what's going on? Why is the ground so dirty?"

He looked at the milk all over the floor and frowned deeply.

Akutagawa silently got up from the ground and stood beside Dazai.

I glared at Akutagawa, because of this I was a bit slow in responding to Nakahara's question.

Zhong Yuan: "Look at what they are doing! Come here!"

My back was still hurting badly, I lowered my head and took a few deep breaths, then slowly half-kneeled up.

Dazai smiled playfully: "Chuya's subordinates really don't make people worry~"

Zhong Yuan said unhappily: "My subordinates have none of your business."

"If it's Takeshita, it's really hard to say, don't you think so?"

It was quite normal for them to ridicule each other like this when they met.

"Shut up." Zhong Yuan stepped on the milky floor and walked up to me, cursing with a worried expression, "Idiot."

I don't know if he's scolding Dazai or me.

Zhong Yuan lifted me up by my collar, and I took advantage of the momentum to stand up straight and was forced to look up.

Zhong Yuan was taken aback after seeing my face clearly: "...why are you crying?"

As soon as he said this, Dazai and Akutagawa turned their heads to look at me in unison.

"I……"

I was so upset, I wanted to keep calm, but when I opened my mouth, I cried tremblingly, and my momentum suddenly weakened by three points.

When I realized that the tears that were about to fall could not be contained in my eye sockets, I raised my hand and wiped my eyes carelessly with the back of my hand.

Ever since I heard the voices of Dazai and Nakahara, my brain has become confused—has my "out of control" and "crazyness" been noticed by them again?

Mr. Dazai seems to believe that I took the initiative to attack Akutagawa, saying that I was not worried as a subordinate, and used this as an excuse to mock my boss Chuya Nakahara.

But...it wasn't me who moved first...

I opened my mouth, but didn't know what to say.

It was so embarrassing that I cried in front of my boss and opponents.What are you crying for?

Although I didn't do it first, but if Mr. Dazai doesn't believe me and thinks that I want to kill Akutagawa out of jealousy, what should I do?

Thinking of this, I couldn't control my tears anymore, and I burst into tears unscrupulously in front of Zhongyuan.

Dazai and Akutagawa stood silently, as if this pair of superiors and subordinates did not exist at all.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Dazai's smile disappearing, the corners of his mouth flattened, and Akutagawa's face looked like he had seen a ghost.

I couldn't speak at the time, but fortunately my supervisor was much calmer than me.

Zhong Yuan's face became darker and darker, and he focused on the key point and asked directly: "Who made the first move?"

The foolish Akutagawa now pretends to be a transparent person and keeps silent.

I pointed to Akutagawa: "He."

Dazai looked back at Akutagawa.

Zhong Yuan: "Okay. What's on the ground?"

Me: "I bought the milk. He broke it." Pointing to Akutagawa again.

This time Nakahara also looked back at Akutagawa.

Akutagawa was expressionless, his eyes were empty, like a dark sculpture.

Zhong Yuan sneered and said, "Dazai's subordinates are really worrying."

He instructed unceremoniously: "One person does things and one person is responsible. Please, Akutagawa-kun, who is doing something to my subordinates for no reason, clean up the corridor."

Dazai: "..."

Akutagawa: "... I will meet next time."

Very happy.

The more aggrieved Akutagawa answered, the happier I am.

The chest that had just been blocked was suddenly relieved, and I cried so hard that I broke Zhong Yuan's hand holding my collar and wiped away my tears with his black gloves.

Even hiccupped.

The originally tense atmosphere disappeared all of a sudden, and their eyes subtly focused on me.

Zhong Yuan looked at his gloves in disgust, but didn't take them out, and said angrily, "Have you cried enough?"

I calmly said: "Yes."

"go back to work."

"Yes."

The two of us left Dazai and Akutagawa in the air, returned to our respective offices, and closed the door with a "slap".

I leaned my back against the door and held my breath.

The boldness of not saying goodbye to Mr. Dazai makes me a little uneasy.But the strange thing is, the beating heartbeat tells me that I'm actually... quite excited?

It took me a while to calm down.

Xiaoyin was sent by me to run laps to exercise her physical fitness, and I was alone in the office feeling sad for those three crates of milk that died young.

I don't know how it was handled outside. When I went out again, the corridor was clean and there was still a faint smell of milk.

The next morning, Xiaoyin and I were amazed to find that there were [-] neatly packed boxes of milk in the office—covering all the training space for Xiaoyin.There are all kinds of flavors, including the latest three.

I asked the man in black who was on duty in the corridor who had been here, but he couldn't tell. He was beaten unconscious for a while last night.

I didn't bother to check the monitoring, so I asked Xiaoyin directly: "Did your brother ask you about milk last night?"

Xiaoyin: "How do you know?...My brother did ask me, and what flavor I like."

"what do you say?"

"I said I like all the flavors, and I want to try the three new ones."

As he said that, Xiaoyin also thought about it.

I:"……"

So that's why Akutagawa wholesaled [-] cartons of milk?

Doesn't he know that milk will expire and go bad?

Sure enough, this guy has something wrong with his brain.