I'm really the Chosen One

"It was in vain that I created such a good opportunity for you, and you actually wasted it for nothing."

Osamu Dazai fired a shot at the enemy in front of him who wanted to give him a knife. Looking at Nakahara Chuya who rushed forward to beat the enemy, his sharp eyebrows and eyes were filled with the happy expression of a carnivorous animal after eating and satiated. To see is to have a wonderful night.

Although there is indeed a task today, without Zhongye, he can easily solve it with his subordinates. What surprised him was that Zhongye didn't ask for leave today.

Ghosts know that today is a good time to be courteous to further improve the relationship and strive for the welfare of future life.

"I haven't settled the score with you yet!" One punch flew away, and Zhong Yuan Zhong didn't even bother to use his powers to clean up the small miscellaneous fish, but his voice gradually faded away, "He insists on going to work... One day, I will I want to give the Ability Secret Service Division to..."

"Tsk tsk tsk...it must be because of your technical problems that scared little Ah Liang."

Osamu Dazai explained the essence of the matter without thinking too much. Last time, he realized belatedly that he had misunderstood Chuya, but the misunderstanding was a misunderstanding. Send him to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and he can't be allowed to come back.

At present, it seems that the benefits of the blond boy in the Supernatural Secret Service Department are far greater than those in other places. At least it is not easy for the two of them to show their affection in front of him. Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and nodded.

"..." The hat covered his blue eyes, Nakahara also admitted that he was a little bit excited yesterday, whoever made Hanyu beg him with red eyes and crying, he couldn't hold back even more.

He also paid a little attention to proportion.

Of course, Hanyu Ryo had to try his best to leave home and go to work. This morning, Chuya's eyes were very strange, the sticky eyes that wanted to pull people in, he was really afraid that it was like yesterday, the burning pleasure that he couldn't escape. Don't want to go through it again.

Originally, the night wasn't so hot, but when the two of them were together, it was like a raging fire was going to burn them both. Can passively follow Chuya's rhythm.

It felt like he wasn't the whole person anymore.

Patting his flushed cheeks, Hanyu Ryo dispelled the strange emotions in his heart, got on the bus, watched the bus drive in a familiar direction, and walked towards the empty seat.

"Hiss—" His face was contorted for a moment, Hanyu Ryo saw the surprised eyes cast by the passengers around him, his face turned red again, and exaggerated heat was visible to the naked eye, he endured the discomfort and quickly sat down.

It's all to blame!

When he got up to wash in the morning, he saw his horrible neck through the glass of the sink. It was covered with red marks, and he couldn't see anyone at all. Even if he was wearing a shirt, he couldn't hide it even if he buttoned it all up. A turtleneck sweater.

It's all Zhongye's fault, which prevents him from wearing formal clothes to work.

"Are you late today?"

Seeing the blond boy approaching in a strange posture from a distance, Ango Sakaguchi pinched the center of his brows, not missing the small wound on the corner of the boy's mouth, which was bitten by someone else.

His eyes slipped past, and Ango Sakaguchi's eyes drooped down, making it difficult for people to see his true psychological activities.

To be honest, Ango Sakaguchi was in a very complicated mood. He knew that Nakahara Chuya, a very powerful young man, could never hide his own light even in the dark swamp.

He once deeply analyzed Nakahara Chuya, and he didn't just talk about it out of thin air. A person with this personality can give the other half a sense of security and happiness, and Nakahara Chuya can also bring happiness to Hanyu Ryo.

He stretched out his fingers and rubbed the blond boy's hair. It was the same as it was back then, and it didn't change at all. "Just share this information today, and then you can get off work and rest."

"Really, I'm going out to buy food." The world is big, and eating food is the biggest thing. Food can make people temporarily forget all their troubles.

"Are you going back to the dormitory today?" Although Ango Sakaguchi wanted to let Hanyu Ryo rest for a while, it didn't mean he had let the two of them go. He asked half-threateningly, with narrow arcs at the end of his eyes.

"Of course...back to the dormitory." Wrinkling the tip of his nose, Hanyu Ryo sensitively realized that his boss had seen through everything, a little embarrassed, and blinked like a dog, "You can tell me if you want to eat, I will bring it for you return."

Facts have proved that this work is really easy. It only took Ryo Hanyu two hours to process all the documents with ease, and also checked for errors.

The Supernatural Secret Service Division is really a magical place that can train him to this level. Hanyu Ryo has never read a document seriously. According to the popular saying, he is a scumbag, and he gets sleepy just looking at the words.

"Xiao Tou, do you want me to bring something back?" asked the dark blue-haired boy, he was about the same age as Ryo Hanyu, so Ryo Hanyu usually played the craziest with him.

Don't look at his current appearance as a dedicated young man, but Han Yuliang knows that his essence is a foodie.

"Please bring me a cup of coffee back, the same one from last time!"

Nodding his head to show that he had written it down, Hanyu Ryo raised his voice and looked at the boss in the office from the corner of his eyes, "Do you want to bring something else?"

"I want a dessert, any flavor is fine."

The office suddenly became a little jubilant. This is not the first time this scene has appeared, it can be said that it has become commonplace.

His subordinates would ask the blond boy with a relatively easy job to bring back some things when he went out, none of which were particularly expensive, and then he would sneak some small cakes to the boy next time in private.

Sakaguchi Ango turned a blind eye and didn't say much.

"Ango?"

"Mianmian!" He said what he wanted concisely. The Mianmian in the office and home can't last for a few days, and he has to buy more as soon as possible. The mountain of work makes him restless for a moment.

"……OK."

Hanyu Ryo was really scared. One day, when he pushed open the door of the office, he saw Ango Sakaguchi lying unconscious on the desk, surrounded by Mianmian who had been disassembled.

Help him bring some more milk back. Recently, there is a new flavor, and he drinks it pretty well. Ryo Hanyu secretly made up his mind that the work is endless, so it's better to take time to rest more.

After returning home with a full load, the shopkeeper saw him struggling and even wanted to send a staff member to help him. Hanyu Liang was moved for a second and then resolutely refused. Now is the opening time, so I feel a little embarrassed to trouble the shop assistant.

A silver-white boy with slanted bangs was lying on the bank of the river. If it wasn't for the heaving of his chest, Ryo Hanyu almost thought he had encountered the scene of the body dumping.

But even if he encounters the scene of throwing corpses, he is not afraid.

Carrying the plastic bag, Ryo Hanyu picked up a long branch on the side of the road, propped up the railing of the river and jumped down, grinning on the spot for a long while, if it wasn't for something in his hand, Ryo Hanyu could have performed a death on the spot.

It hurts so much, he doesn't want to go back to Zhongye's house anytime soon.

I poked the shabby boy's arm with a tree branch to see if he was still conscious. The silver-haired boy also had many large and small scratches on his body, making him look a bit miserable.

Putting down the things in his hand, Ryo Hanyu met his dim pupils, "Are you all right? Do you want to call a doctor for you?"

Atsushi Nakajima crossed his hands on his abdomen, opened his eyes, and met those smiling green eyes, mixed with the afterglow of the setting sun, it made him feel as if he had met an angel in heaven.

But think about it, even if there are angels, they will not talk to people like him, let alone redeem him.

"No, I can't afford the hospital, so let me fend for myself!"

The silver-haired boy's eyes were as dull as a puppet's. Hanyu Ryo poked his muddy cheek with his fingers again, softly, and finally got his response. The boy didn't talk about his body, but he was very honest.

Gollum-

The voice dragged on for a long time and was very loud, and there was no intention of stopping it one after another. Atsushi Nakajima felt that life was completely hopeless, so he turned over and became more silent.

The silver-haired boy closed his eyes again. Ryo Hanyu frowned due to physical discomfort. He knelt down and changed into a comfortable position. Looking at the dumbfounded look of the silver-haired boy covering his stomach, his eyes lit up, "I How about doing me a favor, please eat?"

"Huh???" Nakajima Atsushi didn't respond.

"Can you? Can you?"

He took out all kinds of snacks he bought just now from the full plastic bag, including biscuits, cakes, and the milk he brought. Ryo Hanyu knelt on the ground obediently, waiting for the boy's response.

The blond boy didn't mean to give alms at all, but simply wanted to ask for his help. Didn't he know that he might be a vicious gangster.

Hanyu Ryo wasn't worried about this at all. On a street in Yokohama, if he asked who was his father, the grass on the grave of the last person who wanted to kidnap him was already as tall as him.

"Okay." With a soft reply, Atsushi Nakajima straightened his body, but he swallowed the bread that Ryo Hanyu handed over to him in small mouthfuls.

"You should be in school at your age. Ask Ango what to do..." Handing over a bottle of milk naturally to prevent the silver-haired boy from choking, Hanyu Ryo followed the footsteps approaching, "Oda Tsukuru, Why are you here?"

The young man looked very energetic. Anyway, he was much better than when he was in the port of Mafia. There was a man with glasses and a notebook standing beside him, in short, he looked like an elite.

"How are the books doing?"

"Thanks to you and Dazai, it's not bad." Thinking of this incident, Sakunosuke Oda couldn't help but laugh. He just wrote something on a whim and published it in a magazine to get some manuscript fees, but all he earned was money from people he knew.

Correcting his face, Oda Sakunosuke pointed to the silver-haired boy who had just stood up, "We are here for this boy."