I'm such a big son

"Mr. Lantang, Mr. Lantang~where are you going~"

The black-haired boy was bouncing around behind the quasi-cadres who walked like the wind, and he didn't show any signs of guilty conscience after cheating an honest man, his conscience was greatly broken!

Oda Sakunosuke sneaked away to drive ahead of time with a wink - the boss was obviously very angry, and he didn't know how to say anything nice. He might read the wrong atmosphere if he stayed here. Considering that he didn't have any age BUFF to reduce damage, Or decisively do something else to avoid a beating.

——If you win, you will lose your place to eat, and if you lose, it will be very painful. No matter how you think about it, it is not worthwhile.

As for Osamu Dazai... No matter who it is, even if he is so angry that he turns his head to look at the steamed bun face and the big bright kite eyes, he can't help but smile wryly and continue to pamper this child.

Miss Rimbaud never made things difficult for the cub, so she rolled her eyes and forgave him in the end.

Oda Sakunosuke said that he was not worried about this kid at all.

Who said that honest people don't have any small thoughts...

The only topic of this meeting of the five major cadres is the determination of the position of the leader of PortMafia.Now that Mori Ogai has become the new leader, there is no way to refute it. No matter what he thinks in his heart, he has to admit it with a nod on his face. Otherwise, wouldn't he personally hand over the handle to the new boss who urgently needs to find a target to stand up?

As a result, the will of the late leader was fully respected and carried out immediately. Dr. Mori, who succeeded in taking over the position, was naturally very considerate and let everyone go back to work safely...

Always give Mr. Lantang time to create opportunities to work overtime!

So, the second after the BOSS announced the end of the meeting, the quasi-cadre Lan Tang walked away with a black face. Others thought he was still angry at being targeted by his colleagues, but in fact he was picked up by his own scum To liver pain.

Can't you just keep your mouth shut?can it?

Ms. Rimbaud, who is obviously an honest person but was accused of being "unfathomable", has her own blizzard freezing effect. She has been silent since she got in the car, completely ignoring the various topics that Osamu Dazai tried his best to find out. I really thought he was annoying, so I released a corner of the subspace to wrap myself in it, completely shielding the noise source.

If Osamu Dazai was shielded, the person who would stop making noise probably wouldn't be called "the root of all evil in human form", so he would naturally reach out to touch the subspace body scattered with pale golden fine particles.

[Disqualification in the World] is passively triggered, and the subspace disappears like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. Miss Rimbaud, who is hiding in the quiet space, glanced at the culprit coldly.

The evil paws still raised their little fingers before they could retract them. The black-haired boy squinted and smiled:

"Oh~ the road is not flat and it's swaying, I just touched it lightly... ah!"

Rimbaud withdrew his hand that popped the crisp chestnut: "I don't mind helping you to be completely quiet."

Osamu Dazai immediately adjusted the sincerity of his business smile to the upper limit, closed his mouth and covered his head, and retreated into the corner of the opposite carriage...Miss Rimbaud's temper seemed to be more irritable than a slug, and there was no transition at all. It was so fast, I felt like a hole in my skull was about to be pierced by a chestnut.

After more than half an hour, Sakunosuke Oda parked the car firmly outside the gate of the villa. Rimbaud opened the door and got out of the car. He fought back and dragged Osamu Dazai out of the car by dragging him by the back of his neck.

"Oda is off work, as for you... I think you are itching."

At this time, even being cute is useless.The long-haired woman dragged the black-haired boy to open and close the door, and her movements were crisp and quick, and then someone's wailing of pain when being beaten came from behind the door-sincere, vivid, and very hard-working.

Oda Sakunosuke stood there for a while, [Tian, ​​YiseSeam] showed no sign of intending to start it, he shook his head and drove away—see, Miss Rimbaud really won't do anything to Dazai, what?Beaten?

That's normal too, Dazai is quite unworthy of beating most of the time, even friends can't express their objection against it.

He touched the steering wheel and thought for a while, then suddenly laughed.

Inexplicably, he became good friends with this child who was much younger than him. Life...is really like a tortuous and interesting novel.

……

Osamu Dazai, who had received a fat beating, stood in the living room with a basin on his head and thought about it. Not only did he not look depressed like a normal child, but he felt that this experience was very novel-no one had ever used this method to educate him.

In the distant memory that has faded, there are only the hypocritical and empty, repeated "hungry or not" of the servant at home, and then Mori Ogai's half-smiling eyes, and the poor face of his subordinates who are tremblingly trying to guess what he is thinking, In the end, most people faced him with nothing but fear on their faces.

No one would raise their arms to suppress a disagreement like Miss Rimbaud, and of course no one would dare.

If you were an ordinary child, you would probably pee your pants in fright at this time, or be full of resentment?

Emmmmmm, there are no ordinary children in this family, and it doesn't seem strange to have them compare even if your behavior is out of line!

After thinking for a moment, the black-haired boy happily began to study to what extent his body could be twisted to keep the water basin on his head from falling down...

It seemed that the beating was in vain.

Since being adopted by Rimbaud and confirming his status as the "eldest son", Nakahara has also taken on the responsibility of taking care of his younger siblings—specifically, he has to take Ryunosuke and Yin to school with him every day, Then insist on waiting at the school gate to bring them back together.

Although Ryunosuke Akutagawa's eyes were fierce and always looked like he was owed 800 million, he never thought that regardless of this "brother" who came from Bairao, he would naturally treat Gin who seemed taciturn and shorter than himself. It was as if he could not speak without speaking for fear of scaring her.

but!His patience will never be given even a trace to that rogue boy who insists on entering the house and refuses to leave.

Don't think he doesn't know that guy's arm has been healed for a long time, pretending to be sick, crying and hurting every day to win the sympathy of the boss, cheating food and drinking and doing nothing, disgusting!

I wonder if Rimbaud sent him back to the doctor today...

With such thoughts in mind, the orange-haired boy pushed open the door, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a strange figure standing in the living room in an unbelievable and indescribable posture, trying his best to keep the basin above his head from falling over.

"What are you doing, imitating Aju who counts the plates?"

This kid is still at home.

The three children entered in a single file, Nakaya swaggered to the kitchen to wash his hands and look for something to eat, Akutagawa Ryunosuke entered the study without looking sideways, Gin who was left at the end hesitated to glance at Dazai who had accidentally entangled himself into twists Zhi Zhi, who dared to bet her "Complete Suicide Reader" that the problem she thought was definitely related to garbage sorting.

Nakaya took out four apples from the refrigerator, washed them while washing his hands, took Ryunosuke out of the study with the apples floating in the air, and escorted him to wash his claws, waiting for Yin to come out of the bathroom One for each person.

Osamu Dazai was lamenting that juvenile slugs are much more generous than adults, but the orange-haired boy went upstairs and knocked on the door with the last apple as if he hadn't seen him: "Hey! Boss Rimbaud, do you want to eat the apple?"

Of course it is food.

A woman in thick home clothes came out with her hair down and took the apple. She jumped down from the second floor and landed lightly in order to be lazy and easy. She also saw Osamu Dazai in a strange posture: "I asked you to stand here and reflect, what are you doing?" , cramp?"

Really cramp.

Thirteen or four years old is the age when the height grows rapidly. Osamu Dazai belongs to the type who grows too fast and is picky eaters, resulting in malnutrition. Naturally, he is prone to cramps due to calcium deficiency. I can't get up.

To put it bluntly, I did it myself.

Osamu Dazai nodded innocently, indicating that Rimbaud guessed right.

"Pfft...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what it means to save face, so he immediately fell down on the stairs laughing, and he directly squeezed an apple with [-] bills into apple puree, and then rushed into the bathroom to clean it up with a strange scream.

The corner of Miss Rimbaud's mouth twisted suspiciously, and finally she sighed and walked over to take down the basin above Osamu Dazai's head, then reached out to lift him up and shook him: "Open your mouth when you are in trouble, I don't need people with weird postures in my living room." Decoration."

The young man who had finally returned to the ranks of normal human beings was thrown by her into the soft and warm sofa. Rimbaud bit an apple and went to the kitchen to take two from the refrigerator and threw them over: "Go and wash by yourself, you and Chuya alone one."

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, reached out to pick up two apples and went into the kitchen, only passed the water, compared them repeatedly, picked the redder one, took a bite first, and was about to bite the other one, when a door opened Youyou stared at his back.

"What are you going to do... trying to destroy this place... unforgivable!"

The dark blue cloth blade hit the air at a tricky angle, and after piercing the textile, it only made a small cut in the skin, which was eliminated because of someone's special ability.

Osamu Dazai bent down to cover the "wound" and stepped back, knocking down the bowl rack on the countertop during his actions, and the ceramic tableware rolled to the ground, making an ear-piercing sound and smashing to pieces at the same time.

Rimbaud appeared at the kitchen door in almost a second. Akutagawa Ryunosuke stood upright on the spot with a fierce face on his face. The re-condensed Rashomon was ready to go. The pale boy opposite him, covered in bandages, fell to the ground. Full of scraps of cutlery.

"Sorry, Miss Rimbaud, I'm just hungry...I swear I didn't steal it..."

The boy bit his lower lip with an embarrassed face and a weak voice, and he was still holding two apples tightly in his hand covering his abdomen, one of which was bitten.

Rimbaud looked around, turned around without saying anything, left the kitchen and went upstairs. Osamu Dazai, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head and gave Akutagawa Ryunosuke a nasty smile.Ryunosuke, who has always had a strong head, naturally adhered to the principle of "beating before we talk", and punched him in the face. He was about to punch him for the second time when his arm was pulled, and Nakahara Chuya's voice sounded behind him.

"What, you can fight even if I'm not here for a few minutes? It's alright, alright, Akutagawa, go and eat your apple."

As he said that, he stepped on the floor tiles to activate the ability, and all the pieces of tableware on the ground floated up with a red light and were stuffed into sorting garbage bags and ready to be discarded.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke gave Nakahara Chuya a lot of face, obediently went out and sat next to his sister to eat some fruit, then Chuya scratched his hair and looked at the other person who was still here.

"As for you, what's your name? Osamu Dazai?"

The orange-haired boy cast a glance at Osamu Dazai who was still sitting on the ground with his hair covering his eyes, looking as if he was about to cry from being bullied, "I gave you the apple, stand up by yourself."