I'm such a big son

Osamu Dazai put down his mobile phone and pushed Atsushi Nakajima to the vacant bedroom to settle down very graciously, his gleaming iris-colored eyes were full of light shouting "make trouble, make trouble, make trouble".

As usual, Rimbaud didn't go into the kitchen. He sat in the living room maintaining his firearms, and she threw parts all over the table.When the sky completely darkened, the other three children came back.

"We're back!"

Chuya walked into the entrance with his hat on, and jumped to find slippers to change. Miss Rimbaud, who was sitting on the sofa, let out a "hmm" and quickly reinstalled the weapon.

“Curry rice tonight!”

The Akutagawa brothers and sisters who walked in the back were carrying plastic bags containing ingredients.

Rimbaud took out a white dress from the paper bag he brought back and stamped it on the silver, "Your, it's for the elementary school graduation ceremony."

Buying skirts for Atsushi Nakajima is purely out of spite, and the real purpose is to prepare clothes for formal occasions for Yin.

"It's just in time for the summer. It's a gift from you, as a way of saying thanks. Thank you for your hard work and keeping this house tidy."

Gin handed the plastic bag to Ryunosuke, and after washing his hands, he picked up the skirt and touched it carefully through the packaging bag.

"Is it really for me?"

"Yes, dear, it suits you very well."

Miss Rimbaud said that her eyesight was absolutely fine, and Mr. Sen agreed after seeing it.

At this time, Osamu Dazai pushed Atsushi Nakajima out of the bedroom who had already settled down, and bumped into Chuya Nakahara, who was about to secretly measure his height.

"...!"

"Boss Rimbaud, you picked up another girl?"

Nakaya's voice caught Ryunosuke's attention. There was another member in the family, and his sensitive nerves were dialed down again.

The young man stared at Rimbaud silently, his eyes were full of resentment, Rimbaud dared to say that he saw a bit of the melancholy of an abandoned dog in it.

"This is the last one, I swear! I will never pick up a cub again!"

This kind of pressure was almost to the point of desperate decision, and Rimbaud felt that he was probably thinking about how to throw Atsushi Nakajima out of the window in the middle of the night.

"Even if you say that, I... I don't have a position to comment, and I don't mind..."

Mouth!I almost die of mind, okay!

"Okay...you have all seen that this child is named Atsushi Nakajima. I picked him up from the orphanage. He is a little older than Yin. He will be the youngest boy in the family in the future. There will really be no more... A Dun, is it okay to study with Yin?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also refreshed by the "boy in a skirt" operation, and even forgot to blow his hair. He nodded and accepted another strange creature that invaded his territory, even because the other party was too soft. The cute appearance subconsciously slowed down his tone for fear of scaring the newcomer: "I, I know, I will look at him..."

Atsushi Nakajima: So Dazai-senpai didn't lie to me!Life really got easier!

Wake up, he is just lying to you!

"Okay, what should you do, don't be dazed!"

Miss Rimbaud coughed and turned on the phone, Yin collected her gift and pulled Atsushi Nakajima to the kitchen.

No matter what the real gender is, as long as you wear a skirt, you can be regarded as a "sister". Since you are a "sister", you should have a place in front of the stove.

People who can cook at home can speak louder than others.

Atsushi Nakajima, who suddenly opened the door to the New World, was dragged into the kitchen in a daze, and was temporarily arranged to watch the pot by the fire to prevent the curry from being overcooked.

The young boy has no doubts about this, and is quite eager to devote himself to "work" - it is very warm by the fire, and occasionally he can eat some delicious leftovers. Such good things in the orphanage have never been his turn, Lan Miss Bo's family members are all good people!

He was so honest and well-behaved that Ryunosuke's murderous eyes gradually slowed down.

Among all the children, the "eldest son" personally identified as the head of the family is naturally the boss of this small circle; the other Dazai Osamu is a child of someone else's family. Ryunosuke reluctantly expressed that he didn't care about "guests" because of Rimbaud's actions to sanction him from time to time; now this Atsushi Nakajima... he quietly glanced at him again through the crevice of his hair...the idiot in a skirt, reluctantly Treat it like a younger brother.

Therefore, self-strategy is the most deadly.

After dinner is the time for the whole family to get together to do homework and read books.Nakaya and Ryunosuke entered junior high school, so the academic burden is naturally a little heavier than before. Both of them are students with serious partial subjects. Ryunosuke said that he can estimate the speed of Rashomon without the need for a quadratic equation. The speed can kill innocent passers-by, and Zhong also feels that he and Mr. Newton are not compatible...

Rimbaud just smiled and didn't speak. She studied "rhetoric" in the country school in Charville. What is mathematics?Can I eat it?

"As long as the minimum standards of schooling are met."

This was Rimbaud's direct answer to the teacher's question. She never expected to educate these children brought out from Leibo Street into scholars. Could it be that only with good grades can they survive?Do not make jokes!

After ten o'clock all the lights were turned off, and everyone in the family had to go back to their rooms to sleep.

Atsushi Nakajima tossed and turned in the soft, clean bed that exuded the scent of flowers. He was really sleepy, but unfortunately he couldn't fall asleep.The encounter in the orphanage left a deep memory on him. According to the dean and other staff, it seems that this kind of gentle treatment should not be enjoyed by him. Maybe he will return to the cold door when he opens his eyes tomorrow morning. Under the flower window...

Well... Never mind him, worry about tomorrow's affairs, anyway, he will try his best to prove that he is worthy of being left behind.

"It's so warm... My stomach is full..."

The little boy shrank into the quilt, rubbed against the soft pillow, yawned big, closed his eyes and finally fell asleep.

Outside the window that forgot to close the curtains, there was a bright moon slowly moving towards the center of the sky.

……

In the middle of the night, Rimbaud suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no sleepiness in them.She leaned against the wall and listened carefully, and after a while, she opened the door quietly and walked into the living room, holding the light golden power cube in her palm, ready to go.The long-haired woman lowered her body, perfectly blending into the night and shadows, bypassing the coffee table and sofa, and approaching the source of the sound.The small and strange sounds never stopped, and the sound of Shuo Shuo kept ringing, as if someone was holding a paper bag and fiddled with it repeatedly.

What naughty animal has sneaked into the house?

It can't be a thief who wants to get rich and lose his mind. The whole house, big and small, came out of Leibo Street, and their vigilance is higher than that of the other. They don't know if they can let outsiders enter the living room... unless they are all asleep.

She continued to move towards the kitchen without a sound. Under the porch connecting the dining room and the living room, Rimbaud saw by the moonlight...a...grey...cat?

By the way, this is a cat... so big, a Maine Coon?

Are cat's paws that big?

The ability of the subspace unfolded, and a fluffy animal appeared in the small space.Black stripes on a white background, a broad and round head, a short and wide mouth, and a pair of thick round ears...

Rimbaud's gaze stayed on its slightly rounded head for a few seconds. After blinking, he took out his mobile phone in his pocket, turned on the search engine, and compared a series of pictures carefully.

Well, it's confirmed, an albino Bengal tiger cub is the star that every zoo will put in the quasi-C position and vigorously introduce.

So, here comes the question, why did this thing appear in her living room?None of the kids ever said they wanted a cat, and she didn't say that pets aren't allowed in the house...so it couldn't have been stolen from a zoo.

She lowered her head and carefully browsed through the announcements of the police department. There was no news about the cub's escape or disappearance, and there were no rich people in the circle offering rewards for the return of lost pets.

So, to conclude, this kitten is feral.

The small thing that was suddenly separated from the space still had a large plastic bag of a dress hooked on its paws, and Rimbaud threw it on the sofa and forgot to put it away, and it became its favorite toy at this time.It kept trying to stuff itself in, jumped out and squeezed into the plastic wrapping bag again and again. It had a lot of fun, that's why it made the strange sound that woke Rimbaud up.

There is no danger.

Rimbaud withdrew the supernatural power, and the tiger cub reversed its body and landed steadily on the ground. The pads of its four claws were cushioned in time, and it didn't make any movement.

Standing in the moonlight with the fluttering window screens, this little animal turned its head and shook its head. Only then did Rimbaud realize that its whole body was emitting a faint blue light, and it didn't look like a natural animal.

It widened its round eyes, and when it realized that it was free, it turned to look at the long-haired woman who was also standing under the moonlight, and tried to make an "oooooo" movement, but unfortunately it only made a "meow" sound.

"Meow~meow~"

The voice of the little milk is quite tender.

"Ah...will become an animal, and still can't control my supernatural power?"

She probably understood where this little "cat" came from.

Rimbaud relaxed and sat on the sofa, bent over and stretched out his hand, the fluffy cub ran over immediately, his prickly ears looked naive: "Meow~"

"Atsushi Nakajima?"

"Meow! Meow~"

It looked like a complete animal, with no human rationality in its eyes, and no intention of attacking at the same time.

"No memory of being a human?"

Rimbaud scratched its thick round ears.

The tiger cub squatted on the ground, lifted its hind feet and scratched its ears, and flapped its nose slightly. Not seeing any danger, it pressed its chin on the floor, turned its belly, and clawed Rimbaud's hand hanging in the air to tease it.

The long-haired woman held down its chin, and rubbed the tiger cub's belly with the other hand—the bones could be clearly felt, and there was no soft fatty tissue unique to the abdomen of felines.

The hair is thick and puffy, but it turns out to be a skinny meow who hasn't eaten enough.

She turned the little animal over, carried the nape of its neck into her arms, smoothed the fur, and was immediately moved by the warm touch between her fingers.

This meow, it can warm hands!

excellent!