[Comprehensive] Hei Shijae also wants to fall in love! ! !

When Nakahara Zhongya looked up, he happened to be able to see the blood-colored eyes clearly in the dark night with the scattered lights.

And he was looking straight at himself. In the bathroom at four o'clock in the morning, the broken light bulb above his head was still unremittingly exerting its final effect, adding a few touches to the already dim environment. A different flavor.

Zhongyuan Zhong also froze in place, not daring to move, his left hand clenched into a fist and his right tightly holding a mace.

Osamu Dazai above was hanging there leisurely, smiling at the people below him.

Crackling, the untightened faucet kept scattering water droplets, and the soul of the successful Chuya was pulled back.

Nakahara, who was slowly relaxing, also showed a long-lost smile. He waved at Osamu Dazai lightly, and said with a half-smile: "Come on, classmate, come down, let's talk."

"Okay." The latter responded readily, and after pressing the flush button, he slipped out of the next cubicle, and stretched out his paw enthusiastically: "Hello, I am a freshman Dazai Osamu... my classmate ? Classmate, what are you doing?"

Seeing people rummaging from one compartment to another, Osamu Dazai asked in doubt.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him, but did not answer, but asked casually, "Did you sleep well recently?"

"Not bad." Osamu Dazai kept his eyes on Nakahara Chuya, and said with a smile: "I am quite satisfied with the university I went to, and the students here are very enthusiastic. I am very honored to be here. In school."

"Is that Osamu Dazai?" After confirming that there was no one else in the toilet, Nakahara Nakahara inserted the mop into the big lock handle at the door, then turned around and carefully looked at every organ on Dazai Osamu's body. The mace is ready to move.

Even in this world, Osamu Dazai whose IQ is slashed to 50.00%, this meeting smells of danger.

(Yoshioka Ningxi: It has nothing to do with me, I am just a dedicated script writer, Yoshioka Innocent Face.)

"Yes, classmate, what's your name? Are you here to go to the toilet too? It's really gloomy here at night, and why did you lock the door?"

"It doesn't matter, the main thing is that I want to talk to you." Zhongyuan Zhongye pressed on every step of the way, his injured mace bouncing back and forth, giving people an invisible oppression.

Osamu Dazai retreated subconsciously, and was finally forced into a corner. Behind him was a brush with a strong smell and a plug with a yellow unknown object. As long as his body leaned back a few millimeters, he could have a fight with these things close contact.

Logically speaking, he should be thinking about the way to leave here now, but for some reason, every time his thoughts run halfway, his mind will go blank, and finally a pure white box will pop up in front of him, There are three numbers written on it—【404】

After holding back for a long time, Osamu Dazai finally said only one sentence: "But it's only four o'clock in the morning. Normally, I should be asleep right now."

The opponent's constant showing of weakness made Zhongyuan Zhong feel unspeakably excited, and the young man with a bad taste sprouted constantly waving his mace, full of majesty.

Looking at the 'shy' face and 'shaking' body of the person opposite, the corner of the boy's mouth could not help but rise, and he asked casually, "How many hours do you usually sleep?"

"On average, not much, only about eight hours."

"Not much?" The friendly atmosphere created just now was gone.

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to feel the change in the atmosphere at all, and said with a smile: "Well, in fact, I basically slept all day before the college entrance examination. It can cause this low sleep status, but it's not a big problem."

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked down at the stick in his hand, and then glanced at the softest part of the boy's body: "Many people are looking for you today."

Osamu Dazai thought for a while after hearing the words, and said truthfully: "Well, there are indeed a lot of them. I almost broke my hand after signing them."

"sign?!"

"That's right." Osamu Dazai stretched his right wrist and said, "The people here are very enthusiastic. Maybe my speech in the morning was too touching and resonated with countless people. Everyone cried when they saw me. Snot and tears, to be honest, I was really moved."

"..."

Nakahara Chuya put on Dazai Osamu's shoulder with a smile on his face, and pressed the stick against his neck, and with a little force, he could deprive him of all his breath: "Dazai Osamu, come on, brother This will teach you what it means to be moved to tears!"

Osamu Dazai frowned tightly, and asked puzzledly: "Student, are you going to bully me on campus?"

"...No." Nakahara Chuya retorted subconsciously.

"Then why are you holding the stick?" Osamu Dazai tried to push the stick around his neck, but the strength between the two was too different, he used the strength of his entire upper body but still couldn't match the strength of the opponent's one hand .

"Because I want to beat you."

Osamu Dazai shook his head and patiently explained: "Beating is not good, and I am a student, and you are also a student, and you beat and tortured me sexually at school, which is a kind of campus bullying. "

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Osamu Dazai looked at the boy's attire curiously. Looking from head to toe, Nakahara Chuya's current attire revealed nothing more than two words—【Zhong [-]】

Osamu Dazai, whose curiosity gradually sprouted, couldn't help asking: "Student, is there any grievance between us?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't give Nakahara Chuya any chance to reply, he just patted his chest lightly:

"From my point of view, there is nothing to say about being handsome, tall, well-educated, well-off, and good-natured, but you—"

"He's pretty good looking, but he's short. If he can do things like campus bullying, his academic performance won't be much better. His personality is also a bit irritable. Did you offend me before?"

Osamu Dazai asked sincerely, and looked at the boy opposite with a pair of brown eyes blinking, as if he really wanted to solve his problems. Those big sparkling eyes made Nakahara feel a little shy and wanted to The urge to throw a fist.

Thinking in this way, Nakahara Chuya simply obeyed his heart and swung his fists. The black and purple eye shadow was successfully reflected on Osamu Dazai's face.

"you--"

"What are you!" Nakahara Chuya threw away the stick, grabbed Osamu Dazai's collar, and dragged him into a compartment regardless of the latter's resistance: "I have always had a good temper, but today I I have to show you the dangers of society!"

The campus at [-]:[-] in the morning was still in darkness.

The only ray of light was flickering, as if the source of the light was occasionally blocked by a few figures.

---the next day---

The first ray of sunshine in the morning, the urge to urinate after holding back all night was on the verge of reaching its peak, and the crowd flocked to the bathroom.

'Bang bang bang! '

The man in the green dinosaur one-piece pajamas knocked impatiently on the door of the compartment in front of him, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Who's the fucking one in there! I've been inside for more than half an hour, did the fucking one fall out?! "

"Are you stupid?" The man who was queuing next door to release the stock was disgusted, "Isn't it enough to change the toilet?"

"I've always been like this!" Xiao Shanying stomped her feet in dissatisfaction, her whole body was tense to resist that wonderful force.

The man glanced at him when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Then you just hold back, at worst, you can scrap that thing, anyway, you don't need it much."

As soon as the words fell, the person in the cubicle in front of him had already opened the door and walked out. Before he stepped into the cubicle, he was grabbed by the wrist. Xiao Shanying stared at him angrily, threatening: "You Can't go up either!"

The latter rolled his eyes in disgust when he heard the words, and said provocatively: "Why? I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder and I don't have any physical obstacles. Did I get kicked by a donkey or I haven't paid my IQ dues for 80 years? I'll be with you Urine? Hehe, let’s make your spring and autumn dream come true!”

"I don't care!" Xiaosugi Yingta's hands became even stronger: "If I don't go up, you can't go up!"

The two were deadlocked in place, neither of them willing to take a step back.

"..."

"Then can you two go away?" said an innocent person who had been queuing up for a long time behind him.

The two turned around at the same time when they heard the words, and scolded: "Who cares about your shit?!"

"... There are only four toilet cubicles in total. Can you two young couples quarrel and consider the feelings of those of us whose bladders are about to explode!"

"Who is a couple with him!" Xiao Shanying scratched her hair agitatedly, turned and ran out.

Two hours later, the class bell rang on time. At this time, there were quite a few people in the bathroom, and the two people in the innermost cubicle dared to make a little noise.

I checked the eyes, it was the person I met last night.

"Student, we should be able to go out now."

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat on the toilet, seriously doubting his life.

Who in the end, who can explain to him!

It's okay to have nightmares about this person for several days for no reason at first, why did he beat him now, and he was the one who was injured? !

Could it be because his two fists activated some mechanism, so that from now on, as long as this person named Osamu Dazai is injured, all the pain will be transmitted to him one by one? !

As if to verify Chuya Nakahara's conjecture, Osamu Dazai mercilessly swung a stick at his arm.

"hiss!"

Obviously there are no bruises or scars, but the pain seems to come from the inside of the body, it is an unbearable pain.

Yoshioka Ningxi: I do good deeds and never leave my name!