[Comprehensive] The way of a giant baby's group pet

After Shigaraki woke up the next day, he had a splitting headache. He didn't expect that just drinking a glass of wine would have such a strong stamina, so he sat up covering his head.

"Siganmu, how do you feel?" A pair of big hands touched his head, and he realized that the black mist was beside him.

Shigaraki asked: "How did I come back?"

"Mr. Dazai sent you back."

"Huh?" Shikuragi was a little puzzled.

Heiwu asked: "Sigangmu, why did you go drinking?"

Seeing Heiwu's serious face, Shigangmu may be a little unhappy when he thinks that he didn't allow himself to drink his Tibetan wine before and now, but what should I say?

I did this because of you.

It's too embarrassing to say that. Since we are going to do it, we have to tell him after it is done. What's the point of saying it before the winner is decided?

After thinking about it, Niigaragi took another step away from the truth, and he decided not to tell Black Mist anything.

"It's nothing."

"Deadwood." Heiwu's tone meant that he would not let him go. How could any parent feel at ease when his own child was sent back so drunk that he passed out?

There was a ding-dong sound, and the wooden mobile phone with a dead handle placed on the bedside table by the black mist rang.

Shigangmu stretched out his hand to take a look, frowned after just one glance, and said, "I'm going out."

"What's the matter?" Black Mist asked.

Dead Karaki said impatiently: "You don't need to ask, I will take care of it."

It's a duel between men and men, and it's a duel for you.

"Black Mist," Sidhanmu slowed down, "Come here."

Heiwu watched Sigangmu's smile, then lowered his head involuntarily, Sigangmu kissed at the corner of Heiwu's eyes, and said, "I'm going out."

Heiwu's face was flushed, and he forgot all the words he wanted to ask about Sigangmu, and all the words he wanted to educate him, and hurriedly said: "Go out, be careful when going out."

Shikuragi showed a triumphant smile in a place where the black mist could not see.

He packed up and went out quickly, but he also discovered that the suit he was wearing today was not the same as yesterday. Could it be that Hei Wu changed it for him?

Shikuragi always felt a little embarrassed as he pulled his new coat.

The text message I received today is exactly the same as yesterday's, with only two simple words: go downstairs.

It was still at the gate of the community, and I saw the irritable black-clothed bastard at a glance, but this time Nakahara Chuya's head stuck out from the driver's seat, and said hello, "Good morning, how are you feeling?"

Niigaragi glanced at Akutagawa, and found that his face was paler than yesterday, Niigaragi endured his headache and said calmly: "It feels good."

Akutagawa covered his mouth and coughed with his hand, feeling like he was deflated.

Siganmu got on the back seat, and the car driven by Nakahara Nakaya drove out of the road, getting farther and farther away from the city center, and went up the highway intersection around the mountain road and began to rush, which made Shiganmu feel a soul drift .

Nakahara Chuya's wild driving skills and the winding mountain road, coupled with the stamina of a hangover and the unhappiness of sitting in a metal box, finally couldn't help but ask, "Hey, where are we going?"

Nakahara Nakaya's curly hair was blown by the wind. The more he liked to open the window on the highway, he was distracted by driving with one hand and explained to Akuragi: "Don't worry, today's project is very simple and very interesting."

It was a suggestion from Dazai to let Nikugaraki and Akutagawa experience more of the things they love to do at their age. When Dazai stretched out his index finger and then quickly bent it to simulate a fall, Nakahara also understood what Dazai meant.

When Shigaoki heard that Nakahara said it was very interesting, he felt bad. He felt that he and these people would never have any common hobbies and aesthetics.

Twenty minutes later, he stood on the edge of the cliff to confirm his guess.

Looking at the turbulent sea water beating against the shore, Shigaraki was silent, and the psychological shadow of drowning overwhelmed him like waves overwhelmed the reef.

"How about the second project, cliff jumping? Interesting, right? Of course, this is also to test your courage."

Nakahara put his hand on Niigaragi's shoulder, and Niigaragi just wanted to throw the 1.6-meter guy into the sea with an over-the-shoulder fall.

Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to sit down and sit down calmly (with personality) and shake hands?Why dive.

Akutagawa took off his coat with no expression on his face. Shigaraki wanted to stop him, but thought of the guy's sneer and sarcasm yesterday, he felt uncomfortable. After more than ten seconds of silence, Akutagawa had already taken off his long black coat, tore off his scarf, and untied it. white shirt.

Ah, ah...

Shikaki still couldn't speak.

"Why?" Akutagawa frowned and asked Shigaraki, who had been staring at him since just now.

Shigangmu moved his lips, and spit out two words after a long time: "Hurry up."

Gritting his teeth, Akutagawa took off his shirt with a provocative expression, revealing his white and lean upper body.

Siganmu hated himself for being too quick.

There is no way to turn back.

Akutagawa walked to the bank, with half of his feet in the air, and nodded to Zhong Yuanzhong: "Let's jump first." For him, it doesn't matter whether there are waves or mountains of knives under this cliff that is more than ten meters high. His determination will not be shaken in the slightest, this time, he will never lose to that heroic guy!

But I heard Niigaragi say in my ear: "Wait." Akutagawa turned his head to see what Niigaragi was going to do, but just as he turned his head, he was hit by a violent impact, and before he was ready to move, he lost his center of gravity and fell go down.

"Hey!" Nakahara watched as Shigaraki jumped down with Akutagawa in his arms, and with a bang, huge waves sank into the sea.

Half a minute passed, neither of them floated up.

Under the surface of the sea, Akutagawa had a human-shaped sandbag weighing nearly [-] kilograms hanging on his body, and it kept sinking. He really wanted to kill Karagi, but he couldn't show his personality because he didn't have a coat now.

Shigaraki hugged him tightly and didn't move. Akutagawa struggled to grab his left arm, but the other party not only didn't let go, but also hugged him tighter and tighter.

This guy wants to consume me in the water!Akutagawa thought.

He was pushed down because he was caught off guard and didn't have time to adjust his breathing. His lungs were empty and he couldn't fight a long battle.

He went to push Karagi to death, only to find that the other party was frowning, his eyes were tightly closed, his hands and feet were stiff, and his face was so ugly that he could see it in the water.

Can this guy not swim?

Thinking of this, Sidangmu's throat moved and began to bubble.

Akutagawa is sure that Shigaraki really can't swim, not only can't swim, but also jumped off the cliff, not only jumped down, but also planned to pull himself on the back.

This idiot!

Akutagawa pulled Shikuragi away vigorously, freed his left hand, then pinched Shikuragi's nose, and gave him the only breath of fresh air he had.

Shigaraki felt that someone was taking his breath away, and gradually calmed down, and did not cling to Akutagawa desperately.

Just like that, Akutagawa held the dead Karagi in his arms while kicking up to the surface of the water with his hands and feet.

The first moment he came out of the water, Akutagawa didn't take a breath, but gave Shigaraki a hard look.

When Shigangmu fully woke up, he found himself lying on the soft sand.

"He's not dead." He said happily.

He really thought he was going to die.

The sunlight above his head was a bit dazzling, and when he turned his face, he found Akutagawa lying beside him, staring at him unhappily.

"You obviously can't swim, why did you jump down?"

"Ah," Sigangmu said lazily, he choked on a few sips of water, with a coquettish nasal voice, "I really hate the feeling that the water surface is over the top of my head."

"But if you think you can't do it and don't do it, then how can you ask him to only focus on himself?"

I want to be watched by the black mist.

"If no one is watching me, I will feel like a ghost. No one seems to find me. Only when he calls my name, I feel like I am living in this world."

Akutagawa was a little surprised to see Niigaragi's flat and stubborn expression, he turned his head and remained silent for a while, then made a resonant voice from the bottom of his heart.

Me too, when Mr. Dazai brought me back to Yokohama, I felt that I was really living in this world.

He remembered that Dazai once said: "That guy is quite interesting. If I do it again, I'm afraid I will choose Shimura to turn the arc."

Akutagawa turned his head to face Nekugaraki, and spoke to him sincerely for the first time: "You are very frank and hardworking, no wonder Mr. Dazai recognizes you."

"Who are you talking about?" Shigangmu didn't respond.

"Dazai, Mr. Dazai."

Shigangmu sat up instantly, and said angrily, "Who wants that guy's approval!"

Akutagawa also got up and frowned, "Are you looking down on Mr. Dazai?"

"Is that smirking bastard comparable to Hei Wu's finger!"

"Do you want to fight?" As soon as Akutagawa finished speaking, Shigaraki punched him.

Akutagawa reacted and pressed the dead card on the beach, and they fought on the beach with sand on their bodies.

"By the time I arrived, my nose was bruised and my face was swollen." Nakahara Zhongya stroked his forehead.

"Hahahahahahahahaha..." Dazai was out of breath hearing the experience during the day in the izakaya.

Nakahara said: "You have laughed enough, Akutagawa has always worked hard for your recognition. The 'big riot' in Yokohama was also to let you see his achievements. You should also encourage him positively. .”

Dazai stopped laughing and said, "That guy, if you give him a little sweetness, he will become even more lawless."

"Tch." Zhong Yuanzhong also showed an incomprehensible expression.

"Well," Dazai patted Nakahara Chuya on the shoulder, and said, "If Chuya asked for that, there is nothing we can do." Nakahara Chuya gave Dazai a sideways glance.

Akutagawa was disinfecting his arm, he was cut by a stone during the day, and got a little inflamed after soaking in seawater.

Alcohol seeped into the wound, and the red-soaked sand floated up. Akutagawa was thinking whether to open the flesh to pick out the sand, when the phone rang suddenly, it was an unfamiliar phone number.

He clamped it to his ear, but didn't speak.

"Akutagawa," came a low voice from over there, which made Akutagawa overturn the entire medicine box.

"Mr. Dazai!" Akutagawa hurriedly grabbed the phone, his fingers turning white.

"Akutagawa, I heard that you got into a fight with someone," said a smile on the other side of the phone, "You must win next time, after all, you are the younger generation I watched grow up."

"Mr. Dazai..." Akutagawa's eyes were moist.

He finally heard Mr. Dazai say what he wanted to hear.

Dazai said, "Akutagawa, well done."