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How do fifteen or sixteen-year-olds interpret and understand the |dark|laws of getting along with society little by little?
How do you go from struggling to adapting when faced with cognitions that deviate from your own understanding?
Who would want to falter along the way with a shrewd and frighteningly young boy?
I suddenly realized that I was a little bit lost, for the time I was not fortunate enough to participate in with my younger classmates.
——Five Enlightenments.
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Searching for the magic spirit with the ability to conceal the breath is not easy for the four students of the high school of conjuration, and it is not easy for the four students of the high school of conjuration when Gojo Satoru does not intend to help too much (the premise of not causing casualties), and what is even more difficult is that they must Suppress the strong curiosity in my heart.
Is this Dazai Osamu the Dazai classmate they knew?
Knotweed Yuren tried to call the two-faced Su Nuo.
If this is Dazai-san, then there must be "fingers" in his body. Although there is an anti-spell spell, maybe Su Nuo can sense it.
It's a pity that the two-faced Su Nuo didn't respond at all.
Osamu Dazai kept a distance from them, completely refusing any form of contact, and Hirotsu Ryuunami who followed beside him seemed to be ready to protect him to the death, making it difficult for them to confirm it even by feeling the "anti-curse spell". can't do it.
They looked at Gojo Satoru, expecting the strongest to give an answer, but the strongest conjurer either stared at Osamu Dazai intently, or was making and answering the phone, never noticing their gaze.
As Hirohito Kojo, who knows the truth, and Megumi Fukuro, who is vaguely aware of something, they can only sigh in the face of this situation. If Osamu Dazai here is Dazai-san, then...
Maybe, not... is the best result.
into the night—
Arriving at the accommodation hotel provided by Mafia at the port, Gojo Satoru stood and talked on the phone with his mobile phone in his hand, frowning and stretching his brows.
"Mr. Hirotsu, they'll leave it to you." After the whole day, except for the initial self-introduction, Osamu Dazai's eyes were either on the handheld or the complete suicide manual, and no one was given to those who were highly skilled in conjuration. A star and a half.
Guangjin Liulang was a little hesitant, but finally nodded, recalling the leader's exhortations, and then asked: "May I ask Mr. Dazai where he will go next..."
Under the gaze of the young man's indifferent eyes, Guangjin Liulang's voice stopped abruptly, all the blood on his face faded, and he lowered his head deeply.
Time seemed to be frozen in that cold gaze.
The students also clearly felt the coldness, the fear that made them want to escape but could not move tightly wrapped them up, and even the warm blood seemed to freeze into ice drop by drop with this fear .
"Lupin's Bar, this is where I'm going~" Dazai Osamu suddenly smiled.
The brisk and clear voice resounded throughout, and everyone immediately relaxed their tense nerves as if they had been pardoned. Only then did they suddenly realize that they had held their breath the whole time just now.
"Yes, Mr. Dazai, please be careful on the road."
"Hey hey~"
"Wait a minute." Gojo Satoru put away his phone and walked over.
"What's the matter, sir?" Osamu Dazai didn't turn around, but turned his head to look over.
Gojo Satoru put the sunglasses on his nose, and blinked his blue eyes: "Young|adult|years, my little classmate, you can't go to the bar."
"...???" Guangjin Liulang, who was still hanging his head | head, was stunned.
"Wow——do you plan to change your career to become a comedian? This is definitely the best joke of the year!" Osamu Dazai smiled, and then abruptly suppressed all his smiles: "Sir, I am Mafia, is Mafia right?" If you need to abide by the rules, no matter how outrageous things are, I will do them."
Half-emptyly raised her exposed kite eyes: "Do you understand, sir?"
The tall young man helplessly raised his hand and grabbed his white hair: "Okay, okay, I understand."
"Yosie—then..."
"Let's go together then."
"...Huh!?" Osamu Dazai turned around abruptly, his eyes widened and he yelled, "Together with what? Who wants to be with you?! That's my secret base, so I don't want to..."
"Yes, yes, I know, I know." Gojo Satoru completely coaxed the child's indulgent tone.
In the background sound of Dazai Osamu "Let go of my terrible adult!" "Wow! Dirty! I | Dirty!", Gojo Satoru smiled and hugged the boy's shoulders and took him away. After all, he has a bit of conscience Before leaving the gate of the hotel, he turned his head and said calmly: "Mr. Guangjin, please take care of my students."
Polygonum cuspidatum, black wild rose, peeping at each other along the plane, and once again deeply felt the unreliability of the head teacher.
Guangjin Liulang fell silent, so, did he inform the leader in advance, after all... the prospective cadres of their port Mafia might be abducted!
Lupin Bar——
Oda Sakunosuke just sat down in front of the bar, and soon heard the bluffing voice from Osamu Dazai.
"are you crazy!"
And a frivolous male voice: "Yes, my little classmate is |medicine|, come and treat me, teacher!"
Oda Sakunosuke frowned blankly. He stood up and looked towards the entrance, but he was staggered by Osamu Dazai who was sprinting with all his strength. If there was no danger, his [Seamless Clothes] would have urged him to run away up.
"Dazai???" Oda Sakunosuke lowered his head slightly.
"Wow! Oda Zuku, save me!" Osamu Dazai barked his teeth and paws as harmlessly as a kitten: "I'm being stalked by a pervert! Wow - super annoying!"
"Ah...eh?" Just as Oda Sakunosuke was about to ask Dazai Osamu who is the pervert who wants to lose his life, who would have thought that Dazai Osamu, who was on his chest in the next second, would be lifted up.
I saw the tall and handsome white-haired young man resting his chin on the top of Dazai Osamu's hair, smiling and waving at him: "Yo, Gojo Satoru, what's your name?"
"Ah, Oda, Oda Sakunosuke." He was really at a loss, did he read it wrong?Why does this young man look at him like he looks at an enemy?So it's not a pervert, but a person from an enemy organization?
"Hello, hello, Oda. Thank you for taking care of my little classmate~"
"Huh!? Go away!" Osamu Dazai turned around and kicked Gojo Gojo, Gojo Gojo didn't hide, just stood there smiling and let him kick: "Odasaku, don't talk to this kind of person! Don't talk to him Leave him alone."
Oda Sakunosuke continued to be at a loss: "...Oh."
Dazai Osamu looked so angry that he pulled Oda Sakunosuke to sit down, pretending that Gojo Satoru didn't exist.
Suddenly, Oda Sakunosuke thought of something: "The name Gojo Satoru is someone who is highly skilled in conjuration, right? He is the gold master of the port Mafia."
Osamu Dazai breathed out and poured down the ice water given by the boss: "What gold|lord? It's only sweet to me..."
The words came to an abrupt end, and Osamu Dazai saw the young man looking at him with a smile on his eyes filled with the vast sea, lightly, revealing gentle and warm concern, as if filtering out all the hustle and bustle in the world.
The young man who was suddenly pulled back to the world tightly pressed his slightly trembling lips.
"Dazai?"
"It's okay, Odasaku." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelashes lightly, repeatedly rubbed the edge of the cup with his fingertips, his voice was stained with the dullness that seemed to have read thousands of sails, and he deeply lamented that he had hidden it in the deepest part.
After a brief silence, Osamu Dazai quickly adjusted and started talking with Sakunosuke Oda enthusiastically.
Gojo Satoru drank iced Coke and listened quietly.
When he arrived at the hotel, he received a call from Yidizhi, who confirmed that the "little classmate" buried by him had disappeared in the black coffin.
Gojo Satoru drank the last sip of Coke in his glass.
And the contact along the way, the disappearing spell also clearly told him that Osamu Dazai here is his little classmate.
In fact, there is no need for any confirmation at all. As early as the first glance, he already knew clearly, who made the "six eyes" completely ineffective on the young students?
Jingle Bell--
Gojo Satoru picked up the phone: "Speak."
Port Mafia, the former leader, Dazai Ogai who witnessed the last words of the last generation, and the current leader Mori Ogai.
5000 billion, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, Shuanghei, Dazai Osamu.
Not long after the Dragon Head War that lasted 88 days in the Yokohama area came to an end, the Tokyo area not far from Yokohama did not hear a single bit of wind at all.
"Okay, got it." Gojo Satoru hung up the phone, thinking with a sufficiently active brain, maybe this is the fusion of the two worlds?
his world.
The world of little classmates.
He should have known earlier, when dealing with the "death affairs" of his little classmates.
When Gojo Satoru got out of his contemplation, only his little classmate was sitting there: "Go back?"
The boy looked at him, and there was a void in his eyes that he was familiar with.
It was like a bottomless deep sea, with no colorful corals or strange swimming fish, only the violent waves engulfed the boy and fell to the deepest point.
"Yokohama Harbor Bridge." Gojo Satoru said, "My little classmate jumped down from there without any hesitation, with the determination to leave this world."
"You should let him go, it's too much to force people to stay in the world." Osamu Dazai clenched his fists with his hands beside him.
Gojo Satoru shook his head: "No way. The little classmate's eyes don't say that at all."
"It told me: Please save me. I don't want to die, I love this world, and I want to live in this world truly worthwhile."
"It is crying, dripping tears, pouring out its tenderness to this empty world."
Osamu Dazai lowered his head, he could feel his trembling body being gently hugged.
He has experienced countless nights where he could not sleep peacefully. With his eyes dyed with nothingness, he watched the lights of the whole city light up one by one and go out one by one. Wrap him tightly and airtight.
And at this moment, he was hugged by someone, how should he describe this feeling?
He didn't know, he just felt that when he stood alone in the oxidized world, being embraced by such a person with open arms was really... a very happy thing.
"Crabs in September and October, do you still eat them?"
"Ah."
"It's just a pity that another year has passed in the world of my classmates, and I missed the fireworks display in June."
"Then... next year."
The young man raised his slender arms slowly, paused and hesitated, hesitated again, and finally responded to the young man's embrace.
It's great that you're still standing there with expectations.
It's good that you didn't take back your liking and turned away.
We finally made this commitment not too early or too late, it was just right.
The author has something to say: ——Let’s just leave it at that, anyway, you will stick to me anyway.
——That’s it?Anyway, I have to stick to you.
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感谢在2020-12-2200:48:55~2020-12-2223:12:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of fruit honey; 1 bottle of sufan;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!