Miss Hardcore Love Daily

She didn't hear that annoying address, and her complexion improved a lot: "That kind of thing can be done casually, if you can do it."

"Why can't I let go." He tightened her neck.

"Hmph, intuition."

She took it one step at a time.

Where did she get so much confidence, Dazai Osamu didn't know.

But just this kind of self-confidence made Osamu Dazai lose all interest.

He's a good-looking man, and he's been that way since he was a teenager, whenever he wants a woman's attention or heart.

But it's a pity that in the past ten years, he has very little interest in women.

The black-haired, brown-eyed boy curled up on the sofa he specially bought for himself, watching the little thing he picked up from the beach stuffing food into his cheeks.

According to a woman's appetite, Dazai flipped through the book in his hand, and waited until the other party had almost filled his stomach before slowly saying: "Shall we eat the fish dish that we didn't eat the day before yesterday? It's very famous~"

"Okay." Miss Wan Yin swept away the pudding on the table: "This pudding is delicious, shall we buy it when we get back?"

The bad-hearted young man underestimated how edible this big eater is: "... oh"

"By the way, I want to go to places like the commercial street." Miss Wan Yin licked the sugar water sticking to her mouth, and then handed the opened potato chips to the other party: "By the way, what did you go to do just now, I didn't looking for you."

Osamu Dazai knew when she was talking.

He re-bought beer from the supermarket and hid it in the refrigerator in the guest room, along with the medicine he had originally put in the refrigerator.

In fact, he didn't care about letting the other party see things like medicine, but... well, he was honestly saying that he didn't want to~

"I saw the noodle pot you left behind, is it possible that Miss Jia Ye can still cook?"

Wanyin Jiaye glanced at him: "I don't want to cook."

"Ah~ this, it's okay, I can cook for Miss Kaye in the future~ So let's go to Chinatown and buy some fruits and vegetables, okay?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Wanyin Jiaye found that this person liked to laugh very much. No matter what he did, he always smiled, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth curled up.

The way he smiles is also very comfortable, and when he looks at it, it will make people laugh along with him.

Wanyinjiaye actually knew nothing about this strange man, except for his name, age and gender, and his suspected poor health.

But it doesn't matter, she is the same for Osamu Dazai.

Thinking about it this way, Wanyin Jiaye, who thought it was fair, didn't know that this person had already guessed most of it through her behavior.

This is a smart kid, he just relies on playing with people's hearts and his outstanding talent of insight into human nature compared to Miss Kaye who has been accumulated for a hundred years.

"You can do whatever you want. Anyway, you pay for it, and you know that I'm penniless." Wan Yinjiaye was particularly single.

"Ah, of course, don't worry, the next family is considered rich... But Miss Kaye really doesn't think about being taken care of by me?" The 19-year-old boy had a playful smile on his face.

Wanyinjiaye didn't resist this kind of relationship, it should have been like this, but...

"Hmm...you're not very healthy thinking like this..." After a long while, I choked out this, and Miss Wan Yin really had a serious face when she said this.

Osamu Dazai wanted to laugh when he saw it.

He clearly knew that this woman should be the same as himself.

"Miss Naga Ye looks like this, don't you think it's cheeky?" He said deliberately.

Wanyin Jiaye naturally knew it too, but she is now penniless, just like what the child said, she has nothing but herself.

"You're right, then—" She opened her mouth.

From this tone, it can be heard that she wants to say something about "how about paying you back later" or "how about I do something else for you now", which sounds extremely arrogant and annoying people hate.

To put it bluntly, it's not...

The young man narrowed his eyes.

He didn't want to hear such an answer at all: "Then forget it first, but Miss Jia Ye shouldn't just leave casually."

"..." Wan Yinjiaye subconsciously drew an equal sign in her heart, as if she had exchanged her freedom of unknown duration for the things the other party had given her right now.

"Forget it, originally I wanted to say—" Osamu Dazai was annoyed, his dark eyes looked at the other's delicate lips, and his teeth slowly clenched.

"I wanted to say that if you insist on doing this, it's not impossible... But it doesn't matter if you want to trade my freedom for these... Anyway, I have nowhere to go right now." Miss Wan Yin said intermittently.

Her idea is very simple, each takes what he needs, that's all.

"Eh?"

The 19-year-old boy let out a surprise, and then opened a pair of round eyes, "But... don't ordinary girls resist this very much? Once the label of being 'nurtured' is labeled, doesn't it just mean being poked Small talk behind the spine!"

"Oh~ you understand it very well, but...how should I put it, this kind of thing varies from person to person...and being 'nurtured' by a 19-year-old child sounds like a lie."

"That's right, 19 years old is the time to go to school." Dazai Osamu answered.

"go to school?"

Miss Wan Yin, who came from another place, was stunned, and it took a while to add this thing to her brain.

People in Konoha graduated from school at the age of 12, and then went to work; later in the Taisho era in Japan, there were many children who had already gone out to work in their teens. Looking at this 19-year-old person, he seems to have never gone to school. , it is a strange thing to stay at home all the time.

But what Wanyin Jiaye refers to is not because the other party is going to school, but because a 19-year-old boy has time and energy to play some romantic things with the girl he likes. It is easy to talk about a sweet love things.

Why don't you enjoy the privileges that young talents have, and have to engage in some dangerous means of "support". You know, the girls who are generally willing are not the kind of ignorant and innocent little girls.

"Then why didn't you go to school?" Miss Wan Yin asked him.

The 19-year-old suddenly smiled: "Miss Jia Ye thinks I need to go to school?"

Ms. Wan Yin actually has no idea about going to school, she thinks that she needs it when she is of the right age.

"need?"

The expected answer, Osamu Dazai shook his head, thinking about using his own effective routine to guide the other party in the right direction: "Listen, let me tell you, Miss Kaya, what do you think the purpose of going to school should be? "

His method is generally very useful for people.

But Miss Wan Yin is a person who lacks common sense, she frowned strangely: "Learn, study?"

Mr. Dazai choked speechlessly: "Well, that's also one aspect..."

In fact, what he wanted to talk about was something else. He felt that his method might not be very effective, so Osamu Dazai had no choice but to confess: "The ultimate goal of people going to school nowadays is 'money'~ But, look at Ms. Kaye, I have knowledge .”

He pointed to the book in his hand, and then pointed to the house where the two stayed here: "I also have money, so I don't need to go to school~"

"Ah...that's it." Miss Wan Yin's eyes followed the other's fingertips and stopped on the "Complete Suicide Manual", and then quickly looked away: "Then when shall we go to eat?"

The young man nestled on the single sofa closed the pages of the book, glanced at the trash left on the coffee table, and said, "Eat very quickly~"

"Uh, this situation will only last for one to two months. Don't worry, I won't bother you if I find a job."

Miss Wan Yin made clear arrangements for her own future, but completely excluded this "savior".

The black-haired and brown-eyed boy suddenly jumped off the sofa, stretched his head over, and leaned close to Miss Wan Yin: "I really can't afford it~ Miss Jia Ye really doesn't plan to think about being 'raised' again." '? In this case, I may have more energy to make money!"

Wanyin Jiaye felt strange: "Isn't it the same when I go to work?"

"Well, I don't want Miss Kaye to leave me!" The young man puffed up his face and pretended to be wronged with a playful smile.

Seeing this, Wanyin Jiaye laughed: "Really?"

She subconsciously made a vague answer to this answer, because her subconscious mind always told her that things in the world are not completely controllable—and no one can be with anyone all the time.

Her mood was only heavy for a moment, and then she relaxed again in the smiling eyes of the young man.

But what Mr. Dazai said was really a joke?

He knew what he said, no.

It's always like this, and to tell the truth in a joking tone, by now, the children who shouted 'Wolf is coming' are about to be eaten by real wolves.

The young man with black hair and brown eyes put on a black overcoat for himself, and then took out the cobwebbed and dusty key from the depths of the last layer of the shoe cabinet that had not been used for a long time.

He gently picked up the key and put it in the palm of Wanyin Jiaye's hand.

Miss Wan Yin stared at the dust flying up above, and said to Osamu Dazai for a while, "Is this the spare key for Mr. Dazai's house?"

Unexpectedly, the other party's eyes were innocent, and he pursed his lips: "No~ This is the only key here~ It has not been used for a long time, but it is not rusty!"

"Huh?" Wan Yinjiaye wondered, "How did you get in before then?"

When this question was asked, Wanyin Jiaye knew that he had lost, because the next thing was--Human Behavior Behavior Award!

The young man who seemed to be excited by the poke showed a mysterious and mean smile, and slowly took out a two-mm-diameter iron wire from his coat pocket. This iron wire was pinched in his hand, and the tip was twisted a little bit. Mark of.

"It's this one!"

In Wan Yinjiaye's past ninja career, it's not that she didn't know this kind of thing, and she even operated it by herself. After all, for a ninja, this should be a necessary skill.

"Could it be that you came in by breaking the lock of your own door before? You haven't been reported yet. It should be said... the neighbors are good, or you are luckier..."

Wanyinjiaye frowned, then stared at the lockpicking tool.

The young man misunderstood this look, he felt that his hobbies were finally understood by others, so he put his 'baby' in Miss Wan Yin's palm, and took her key along the way:

"Nong, my Lucky E's treasure EX-Curry stick is handed over to you, my sabar!"

There are too many elements for a while, and I don't know where to start complaining.

The author has something to say:

The joy of writing Dazai so meow hhhh

Watch out, don't learn this rogue relationship (shouting faintly!)