if chuya hadn't become king of sheep

13 years old

I thought about going to Tokyo to meet Tezuka Kuniichi, but Nakahara never found the opportunity.As soon as his birthday passed, May ushered in, and May was the day of the regional qualifiers in Kanagawa Prefecture, so the tennis club, which already had a lot of training, was even bigger.

However, before the opening ceremony, a transfer student was welcomed in Group D of the first year.

As the class monitor, Zhong Yuanzhong was also the first among his classmates to know the news, because he needed to guide his classmates to familiarize themselves with the campus.

When the transfer student walked into the classroom, Zhong Yuan, who was already mentally prepared, was still taken aback.

Because the boy standing on the podium was the Dazai Osamu he had met before.Wearing the school uniform of Lihai University, one eye is still wrapped with a bandage, and there is a faint smile on the corner of the mouth. He looks very weak, which is very in line with the aesthetics of girls.

Therefore, the moment Osamu Dazai appeared, the girls in the class started whispering, causing a commotion.

Looking at Osamu Dazai who was introducing himself, Nakahara was also a little lost in thought.Is this a coincidence?The people from Radium Bowl Street showed up outside?

When he came back to his senses, he happened to meet Dazai's kite-colored eyes, and noticed Chuya's gaze. Dazai bent his eyes slightly, as if responding.

"Just fill in the empty seat. Chuya Zhongya is our class monitor. If you have any questions, you can ask him." The head teacher said, "Student Zhongyuan, please raise your hand."

Subconsciously, Chuya raised his hand, and then Chuya saw that the smile on Dazai's face became even stronger.He was inexplicably upset, although Zhong also didn't know what he was upset about.

During the class break, students surrounded Osamu Dazai's desk in three circles and three circles outside. They began to ask about his condition, and the focus was naturally on why Dazai's eyes were wrapped in bandages.

Touching his eyes with bandages, Osamu Dazai thought, why did he bandage his eyes?The reason has been forgotten.

"Maybe there is something sealed, maybe I will become another personality after the bandage is untied." Osamu Dazai joked.

"Dazai-san is really good at joking." The students didn't take it seriously, and all laughed.This kind of speech and dress will obviously be regarded as a secondary disease, but good-looking people are always privileged.

After finally dismissing the students who gathered around him, Osamu Dazai walked to Chuya Nakahara's side step by step.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again." Osamu Dazai tilted his head.

The pen in his hand paused, put down the pen, and Chuya raised his head to look at Dazai, "I didn't expect that either."

Osamu Dazai looked at Nakahara Chuya's facial expression and obviously wanted to ask a lot of questions, but he held back for some reason.I can't help but feel emotionally, in the past, I was not such a dishonest person.

"Then monitor, can you please take me around the campus during lunch break?"

When facing Osamu Dazai, it seemed that he was always unable to speak nicely and calm his heart. Nakahara, who was acting alienated and polite, couldn't help frowning slightly, "You can just call me by my name."

"Then please take care of me~" Dazai Osamu immediately changed his words without any hesitation, and still called him the title he had been calling for more than ten years.

With a jolt, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt goose bumps.Ordinary people will at least be polite, even if they are called by name, they will add an honorific title.Even if you don't add it, the tone of voice is normal anyway.

Maybe because he realized that the ending of his last sentence was too long and made people feel uncomfortable, Osamu Dazai immediately apologized, "Ah, sorry, I don't know why, but suddenly I feel happy."

Zhong Yuan only thought he was happy to be able to come to school, and didn't go any further.

The class time passed quickly, the class bell rang, and Osamu Dazai returned to his place.

He had just transferred to another school and hadn't received any textbooks, and he was sitting in the row next to Chuya, so Osamu Dazai moved the chair and sat beside Chuya.

Zhong also didn't say anything, after all, as a class monitor, it is right to help classmates.

This is a Chinese class. Osamu Dazai looked at the textbook and saw that the teacher was very quiet, as if he was immersed in the teacher's lecture.

The teacher also knew that a new student had been transferred to the class. When the class was over, the young female teacher was very friendly with a smile on her lips, "You can ask me anything you don't understand, don't be shy. Sorry, you can also ask the classmates in the class."

"Okay, teacher." Osamu Dazai nodded obediently.

Not long after the teacher left, everyone stood up one after another. Seeing Dazai's puzzled expression, Chuya explained, "The next class is home economics. Haven't you read the schedule?"

Osamu Dazai, who had never read the schedule, looked innocent.

The home economics class, is it the scene in the classic school drama he saw on TV?Osamu Dazai looked forward to it.

This home economics class is about cookies. Although I am not very good at cooking, it is still no problem to make such a simple dessert.

Add softened butter to powdered sugar and beat until fluffy and whitish.Then add egg liquid and other ingredients and mix well.He was going to get the baking tray, but when he turned around, he froze there on the spot.

"Dazai-san, what are you adding?" Nakahara Chuya's tone was very subtle.

Osamu Dazai froze for a moment, looked at the things in his hand, "Soy sauce?"

He didn't notice anything wrong, Dazai Osamu's hand didn't stop at all, and the black soy sauce was poured from the mouth of the bottle into the glass bowl.

After a long silence, Zhongyuan Zhong also turned around and chose to ignore him. Anyway, he ate it by himself in the end, as long as he likes it.

At this time, Kirihara Chi also ran over to ask for help, and he pulled Nakahara Chuya's sleeve with a flustered expression.

Following Kirihara to his place, Chuu also found that it was a complete mess.A yellow unknown liquid was sprinkled on the table, and the mixer was randomly placed on the table. The butter and egg mixture in the glass bowl felt like it was about to overflow, and it was liquid.

"You..." After a long silence, Zhong Yuan Zhong also asked, "What did you do?"

"I added the egg liquid before stirring, and I didn't pay attention. I thought about pouring out the egg liquid, and then I was stirring. I felt that the butter was not enough, so I added a little more. When pouring the sugar, my hands shook too much. It's a bit..." Kirihara Chi also rambled.

He sighed, and was not interested in hearing how Kirihara made it like this, "Let's do it again."

"Eh? Do you really want to do it again?" Kirihara Chiya glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and seemed a little reluctant, "Anyway, it's for Senior Marui, so it should be okay."

Although I don't know why Kirihara did it for Marui, but Chuya really wanted to say that maybe Marui-senpai's life would be lost if he made do with it.

"If you want Mr. Marui to kill you after eating it, I have no problem."

For the sake of his own life, Kirihara redid it anyway.And Zhong also went to stuff his prepared plate into the oven first, and then ran directly to Kirihara's side to watch him do it step by step.

……

At the end of the home economics class, everyone got a small bag of cookies.Nakahara Nakahara heaved a sigh of relief looking at the normal-looking cookie in Kirihara Akaya's hand.

On the way back to the classroom, Nakahara saw the cookie in Osamu Dazai's hand and couldn't help but put a question mark.

Why is it colored?

"What did you add to it? Can it create a rainbow effect?" Kirihara Chiya looked at the colorful cookies in surprise.

"I don't know, I just added everything. Could it be because of the Skittles I added?" Osamu Dazai shook the bag.

The colorful cookies are really attractive. Two bold female students surrounded them and asked, "Dazai-san, can I exchange my cookies with yours?"

"Okay." Osamu Dazai had no objection at all.

"I want to eat too." Kirihara Chiya's eyes lit up.

Thinking of Osamu Dazai's behavior of pouring soy sauce in, Nakahara couldn't help advising, "This color doesn't look natural no matter what."

The girl next to her whispered a few words in her companion's ear, as if she had seen the whole process of Osamu Dazai's making, the girl flinched a bit, held the cookie in her hand after exchanging it, and finally threw it into the bag.Forget it, just treat it as a beautiful decoration.

Kirihara Chi was also a little tangled, and finally threw the colorful cookies into the bag, or give them to Vice Minister Sanada to taste.

Seeing that both of them gave up the idea of ​​eating this food, Zhong Yuanzhong also heaved a sigh of relief.

Feeling disgusted, Osamu Dazai frowned unhappily, fearlessly took out a colorful cookie and took a bite.

Then, he doesn't remember anything.

"Dazai-san!"

"Send it to the infirmary!"

When Osamu Dazai opened his eyes again, what he saw was a white ceiling.

Sitting up with his hands on the sheets, he realized that he was in the infirmary.

It just so happened that Chuya Nakahara pushed the door and walked in, and he seemed relieved to see Osamu Dazai who woke up.

"School is over now. I've already picked up your textbooks and put them on your desk, as well as today's notes. Go home when you feel better. It's best to go to the hospital for a checkup." Carrying a tennis bag, he planned to watch Nakahara Nakahara happened to see Dazai waking up.

With his right hand inserted into his hair, Osamu Dazai murmured, "I seemed to see God before I passed out."

"Did God tell you not to eat indiscriminately?" Nakahara gave Dazai an angry look. This guy really had suicidal tendencies.

"By the way, our school must join the club. The club application form is also on your desk. Fill it out and give it to me before the end of this week." Nakahara Nakaya said again.

"What club does Chuya belong to?" Osamu Dazai looked up at Chuya Nakahara and saw the tennis bag he was carrying, "Tennis club?"

"Yeah." Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded.

"Chuya, take me to visit the tennis club. I'm also a little interested in the tennis club." Dazai looked at Chuya and blinked.

"You'd better go to the hospital, it's the same if you look at the club tomorrow." Nakaya looked up and down at Dazai.

The coat had been taken off and hung on the side, only a shirt was on, the tie was loosely hung around the neck, the black hair was messy on the head, the lips were bloodless, and the already white face was even paler. Completely looks like a patient.

Osamu Dazai stared at the white curtain slightly sideways and lowered his eyelids slightly, inadvertently revealing a little sadness, "No, I don't like hospitals."

In an instant, Zhong Yuanzhong also made up a lot of stories in his brain.

The author has something to say:

Don't ask me how Dazai made colorful cookies, just ask Dazai's magic!

In the process of becoming increasingly irritable after being fancy