if chuya hadn't become king of sheep

"A good boy who would abduct a child to go to gangsters?" Zhong Ye snorted coldly.

The smile on the corner of Oda Saku's mouth froze. He was really angry that he took the 12-year-old Akutagawa Ryunosuke to Hong Kong and Hei.

"Both of you are only 14." Oda Saku sighed.

"So you two people who are under 20 years old are drinking here?" Sakaguchi Ango leaned against the door at some point, he was wearing a dark blue bathrobe, took off his glasses, his hair was messy, and he exuded a lazy atmosphere.

"Why are you here?" Chuuya asked suspiciously, blinking.

"Come here to sleep." Sakaguchi Ango took out another glass from the drawer very skillfully, walked over and sat down to pour sake.

Odasaku smiled, "Ango said that before when he was resting at home, someone would always come to him and every vacation would end early, so this time he hid here and took a whole vacation."

"It's really not easy." Zhong also sighed and couldn't help but think of his upside-down days in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang. It was common for him to stay up for three or four days at work. He often had to get up and continue working when he received a call from an idiot leader right after he lay down. , Thinking about it this way, he wants to go back to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang to make himself feel guilty.

"We said we drank, but you drank yourself?" Oda said.

"The code name of the organization in black is alcohol. I don't know how much I drank in it."

"Although they are undercover agents, they actually want minors?" Zhong Ye raised his eyebrows. Although there are minors in Hong Kong and black, they are all people with supernatural powers. Ordinary minors will never be recruited.

Wanting to push the glasses but found that he didn't wear them at all, he couldn't help but put down his hands uncomfortably. Ango Sakaguchi said, "I lied about my age. They thought I was 21 years old."

Ango Sakaguchi has not yet passed his birthday, so he is not yet 18 this year, but probably because of his hard work, he looks very mature, and some people believe that he is 21.

Oda Saku touched his chin and said, "Speaking of which, the old lady on the street stopped me and wanted to introduce someone to me, saying that her granddaughter was about the same age as me, and then I asked her granddaughter is 24 this year."

"If you shave off your beard, you will be many years younger." Sakaguchi Ango revealed disgust in his eyes.

The alcohol content is not high, and although Chuya likes to get drunk after drinking, he can drink well, even if this body is drinking for the first time, he is not drunk.

Ango Sakaguchi pondered for a while and then said, "Speaking of which, Dazai doesn't know what kind of relationship he found with Chief Tanada. After knowing that we knew each other, Chief Tened wanted me to abduct him to the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

"Dazai won't go." Odasaku looked at Ango Sakaguchi, "He is a relatively lazy person."

"How could a person who often skipped work go to the supernatural secret service department from five to nine." Zhong also rolled his eyes and his tone was full of resentment.

But when I mentioned Tanada, I suddenly remembered that I saw him at Sanada's house by accident. At that time, he didn't know him and thought it was a friend who came to find Sanada Genemon. Now that I think about it, the Supernatural Secret Service must keep an eye on him. trend.

"Is there a shortage of people in the Special Agents Division?" Zhong also fell silent for a while.

"Very short." Ango Sakaguchi rubbed his temples tiredly, he wouldn't be so tired if he didn't lack people. I like restraint, and there are too few who meet the conditions."

Odasaku suddenly thought, "Ango, you should still be in college."

"I'm still in school, but I don't have time to go to school." Sakaguchi Ango sighed, "I skipped two grades when I was in school, and now I'm in my third year, but I haven't had time to go to class since I started the undercover mission."

Odasaku sympathetically raised his glass to clink with him and drank it down. Ango Sakaguchi probably has 25 hours a day.

Drink and chat in the Oda writer, and teach the three children.The children also found that Zhongye's teaching was much stricter than before.

Now the only boy here, Nakajima Atsushi lay on the ground panting heavily, Nakaya said coldly, "Get up and continue."

Atsushi Nakajima gritted his teeth and stood up. Ryunosuke Akutagawa was already able to help Mr. Dazai, and he must not lose.

Lucy stared at Atsushi Nakajima worriedly, and ran to Nakaya during the break and said, "Mr. Rimbaud wants to see you."

So Zhong also followed Lucy into Anne's room, and saw Rimbaud lying between the two rabbit dolls reading a book, and there was a pile of books next to him that were not for burning this time.

"Are you looking for me?"

"Didn't you promise me to write poetry before? Did you write it?" asked Rimbaud, a teacher.

His expression froze, and he said after a while, "So you are serious."

"Are you joking?" Rimbaud retorted.

Since Rimbaud moved into Anne's room, Lucy has always brought him meals and various things. Rimbaud and Lucy are already very familiar, and Rimbaud said unceremoniously, "You are here to write a poem today. Give me the poem, if you can’t write Lucy, don’t let him go out.”

Chuya and Rimbaud's interaction in the last life was limited to that fight and a questioning, Zhongye actually didn't know much about Rimbaud's personality, looked at Rimbaud and sighed helplessly.

Sitting at the table and looking at the paper, he also asked, "How do you write these poems?"

"Inspiration?" Rimbaud blinked, "When the inspiration came, I wrote it down."

Rimbaud began to write poetry at the age of 14, and he had already made a splash in the bright French poetry circle at the age of 17. At the age of 19, after completing the "Color Painting Collection" named after his own ability, Rimbaud put down his pen and joined the French official ability The organization has not been created since.Just a few years of his career as a poet made Rimbaud reach the pinnacle of French poetry, and he can only be described as a poetic genius.

Rimbaud looked at the child he brought into this world with deep eyes. He was probably his only "relative" in this world.

Almost with a tough attitude, Rimbaud detained Chuya. Chuya stared at the white paper and really thought about it seriously. Many fragments flashed in his mind. His first reaction was to write a book in the name of his own ability. poem.

The time in Annie's room was relatively static, and I don't know how long it had passed. Rimbaud heard the sound of putting down his pen and looked over.

Picking up the paper and looking at it, it says [Above the filthy sorrow/today also a light snow falls...on the filthy sorrow/painful and full of fear/above the filthy sorrow/doing nothing also ushers in the end of the day ...]

Zhong also looked at Rimbaud nervously. For the first time writing a book, if Rimbaud denied him, he would probably... fight Rimbaud?

After a while, Rimbaud raised his head and said, "I think you should write poetry."

I also thought about this question very seriously when I came out of Anne's room. Maybe he is really suitable for writing poetry?

As a young man who has read poems and books and studied at the forefront, Zhongye is no longer the Zhongyuan Zhongye who only thought about eating, drinking, having fun and working. He also has a pursuit in life.

Time flies, the school season in April is here, and from today on, I will be a third-year middle school student, and Sanada will go straight to Lihai University High School.

"You guys have grown so big without realizing it." Ryoko Sanada looked at the two and said with emotion, "Xianichiro, you seem to be taller again?"

Nakaya blinked at Sanada beside him and fell silent, he didn't seem to grow taller at all.

Sanada Ryoko comforted, "Nakaya must be the late-developing type, and he will definitely grow crazy after entering high school."

When I came to the school, there was the opening ceremony first, and then the class division. I looked at the class and raised my eyebrows in surprise. He was in the same class as Dazai and Kirihara. Isn't this really man-made?

"Chuya! Long time no see!" Kirihara greeted with a smile on his face, "How was your spring break?"

"Not bad." Just as Nakaya finished speaking, Dazai who was lying on the table said, "I'm not good at all, I've been busy."

Chuya raised his eyebrows and looked up and down at Dazai, "Your bones should be healed, you can start formal training today."

Osamu Dazai puffed up his cheeks with resentment, "Chuya is really not cute at all."

He knocked on Dazai without hesitation, and Nakaya rolled his eyes. He didn't really want to ask what kind of image he had in Dazai's mind, but his intuition told him that if Dazai said what he thought of Nakahara, the consequences wouldn't be so Dazai was beaten to death because he was pissed off.

"We're going to recruit new students after school today, and I hope there will be some good ones." Kirihara rubbed his hands and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Speaking of recruiting new players in the tennis club, he remembered the farce that Kirihara made in his first year of junior high school and couldn't help curling his lips, "There are also freshmen coming to challenge you this year, what should you do?"

"Come on!" Kirihara waved his racket excitedly, "I like this!"

Chuya was suddenly afraid that there would be another idiot like Kirihara in the tennis club, Dazai straightened up and leaned on the back of the chair with a smile, "Then you have to frustrate the rookies, why not you and all the freshmen Playing it once is the best way to observe their strength."

"That's a good idea!" Kirihara's eyes rolled.

Seeing that Dazai fooled Kirihara again, he also sighed, what will this silly boy do in the future.

When Kirihara went to buy bread during lunch break, Dazai also said to Zhong, "Under my teaching, Akutagawa finally understood the importance of studying and promised Mr. Mori that after graduation, he would definitely come to Hong Kong to work and then went back to school. Didn't you see that?" Sen's expression at that time."

Seeing Dazai with a smile on his face, Chuya rolled his eyes, "Boring." But the corners of his mouth were still slightly curved.

The club activities after school, the three of Nakaya came to the tennis club.

"Minister Zhongyuan! Vice-Minister Kirihara! Dazai-senpai!" Urayama Shiita greeted with bright eyes. After training in the U-17 training camp, Urayama Shiita has a strong logistics ability, and now he is officially the team leader of the tennis team's logistics team.

"A lot of people have come." Dazai said, looking at the first-year freshmen lined up under the guidance.

"Because the tennis club has won three consecutive championships, the number of people who want to enroll this year has more than doubled." Tamagawa said.

Turning his head, he also found that Kirihara was fiddling with his coat, put the coat on his shoulders, jumped twice to make sure it wouldn't fall off, and rubbed his nose happily.

Today's Chuya put on his hat, and Urayama Shiita blinked his eyes. It really looks like Yukimura and Sanada-senpai's status are wrong. He boldly suggested, "Dazai-senpai, why don't you close your eyes?"

Osamu Dazai tried it, opened his eyes after a while and rubbed his eyes, "How did Senior Liu manage to keep his eyes open? It's so tiring to see things like this."

"Fill out the membership application form and come to the court with tennis foundation!" Kirihara stood in the court and shouted holding a racket.

It was completely unplanned. Tamagawa looked at Dazai and Nakaya and heaved a sigh when he saw that neither of them stopped. It was Kirihara who took the initiative to challenge in the first year of junior high school, and now it is Kirihara who took the initiative to guide the test.

The author has something to say:

I used the version of the New Star Publishing House for this poem.I prefer this version so I don't use the version on the Internet.

"Above Dirty Sorrow"

Over the filthy sorrow/today also a light snow falls/over the filthy sorrow/even the wind blows today

Dirty sorrow/like a fox's fur/dirty sorrow/shrinking under a light snow cover

Soiled sorrow/With little hope and nothing to wish for/Soiled sorrow/Dreams of death in languor

Over the filthy sorrow/painful and fearful/over the filthy sorrow/the end of the day without doing anything...

In the end, I am so hardworking and you still want to close my little black room!

And, have I been renamed?also becomes chuya