Forced to become a black young master in Hong Kong, I just want to win the Nobel Prize

Mochizuki finished eating in a short while, but she found that Osamu Dazai stopped his chopsticks earlier than her.

Dazai Mochizuki: "?"

She looked at the half of the meal in front of her: "Brother, have you finished?"

Osamu Dazai wiped his hands with a wet tissue: "Yes."

Dazai Mochizuki looked at the leftover rice in front of Nissan and was silent for a while. She tentatively said, "But... the leftover rice is not good?"

Osamu Dazai let out a "huh" in his voice, and half-closed his eyes: "But I saw the little dwarf and Mochizuki... I lost my appetite~" The voice was soft, and the ending was like a cat.

Dazai Mochizuki: "..." Seriously, I was so cute.

Dazai Mochizuki let out a long sigh, resignedly moved the dinner plate in front of Nissan to his own, and replaced it with a clean bowl that he ate so much that not even half of the vegetable leaves were left.

Osamu Dazai: "...?"

He blinked in surprise, and saw that Mochizuki was already helping him with the leftovers, but he didn't speak for a moment, and after a long while, he said quietly: "... Mochizuki doesn't need to do this, right?" He paused, unable to bear it Reminder, "We don't have 'parents' watching us make sure to eat clean plates eh?"

While disposing of the leftovers in an orderly manner, Dazai Mochizuki said: "But leftovers are not good. Buddhism believes that there is a mortar hell in the eighteen hells. If you waste food in this world, you will be killed in this hell." Put it into a mortar and pound it to kill; Catholicism divides human crimes into seven deadly sins, and gluttony corresponding to wasting food is one of them; From a biological point of view, plants also have life, since human beings have ended the plant for their own life. From the perspective of morality and ethics, it is a great disrespect for life; if it is explained from the perspective of evolution, the reason why human beings evolved into omnivorous animals is naturally... "

Osamu Dazai pinched Mochizuki's mouth, he was an expert, and he could easily do this across the table.

"Okay, I know, leftovers are not good." He put on a mask-like smile on his face, and his voice sounded the same, "—then please leave Mochizuki."

Dazai Mochizuki nodded, and continued with the leftovers with satisfaction.

"Oh, you only eat this much... It's hard to imagine that you are still 1.8 meters tall." Dazai Mochizuki sighed, with a slight disgust on his face, "When I was still in the first year of junior high school, it was okay to go out to eat with my female classmates. Twenty or thirty dumplings per person is no problem."

The smile on the disgusted Dazai Osamu froze.

"When I was in the first grade of junior high school, a boy from the south transferred to our class. His appetite was also extremely small, even less than yours. In the cafeteria, everyone shouted for more food, but he yelled for less...you Do you know what the cafeteria aunt said about him?" She glanced at Nisan, and snorted as if pointing, "The cafeteria aunt said, 'With your little chicken food, three meals are not enough to make up a piece of shit! Eat How can you study if you don’t have enough food!’ Then he insisted on putting back the food that had been set aside for him, and finally went to the closing place to supervise him not to leave any leftover food.”

The expression on Dazai Osamu's face was completely frozen.

It sounded like someone was making a noise.

He looked at Mochizuki delicately, and couldn't help but remind him: "Mochizuki, I'm still eating."

"Oh." Dazai Mochizuki replied indifferently, then lowered his head to eat again.

He seems to have heard Mochizuki murmuring in a low voice, "I really want to take you to the north to live for a few days, and tell you to look at the vegetables in the washbasin."

Dazai smiled politely.

……

He held his chin and looked at Mochizuki eating for a while, and finally calmed down for a while, but he couldn't stay idle like a child who couldn't sit at the dinner table. He stretched out his harassing little feet to Mochizuki, saying : "Mochizuki, what do you think... how does it taste when you actually eat it?"

Dazai Mochizuki glanced at Nissan, kept moving his hands, and said calmly, "Do you want me to show my feelings?"

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently, and nodded curiously and expectantly.

"..."

Dazai Mochizuki finally took the clenched fist that had been hidden under the tabletop to the tabletop, and hammered it lightly. Then he couldn't help covering the upper half of his face, and his voice choked up: "...it's too sweet." Look carefully , There were even tears in the corners of her eyes.

Osamu Dazai: "..." He had to admit that he was taken aback by Mochizuki's reaction.

Mochizuki's nose was sobbing, and the tears actually slipped down: "There is a slight sour taste in the sweetness, and this, the fresh fragrance of seafood ingredients...and why does Japan have such a taste of soy sauce... What is it all about? Terrible smell, feels like hell."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide in shock, and his breath became stagnant.

"... Mochizuki, don't eat it." Osamu Dazai's face was serious, his eyes were obviously warm, but at this moment they were as dark as black pupils.Anyone who saw such eyes would be terrified, not only trembling from such coldness and darkness, but because the identity of the owner of these eyes would also fear the monstrous turmoil that will appear in Yokohama.

However, Osamu Dazai lowered his gaze when he said this, only to find that Mochizuki had already finished his meal.

——It turned out to be a clean plate where not even a single grain of rice could be seen, so clean that even obsessive-compulsive disorder would be extremely comfortable.

Dazai was silent.

Mochizuki took the wet wipe and wiped it on her face, and it was like magic that instantly changed to the calm and normal expression before.

"I have a special constitution and I am more sensitive to sugar. Many times when humans consume sugar, they will increase their pleasure, but physiologically too much sugar intake will also enhance the stress hormone response and trigger negative and depressed emotions. And I My constitution is that I am more sensitive to sugar. Later, I got used to it, and if there is no other taste to overwhelm the sweetness, I will have a sense of stressful sadness." She seems to be used to explaining these things, and she doesn't stutter at all.

Therefore, Mochizuki rarely takes the initiative to eat sweets, and even eats pickles when eating cakes that feel too sweet.Of course, her reaction this time was not only because the sweetness was not suppressed, but also because none of these foods suited her taste, so she felt very uncomfortable.

But after Mochizuki explained, he realized Nissan's unusual silence.

Dazai Mochizuki tilted his head in doubt, puzzled by Nissan's very bad expression.

Osamu Dazai couldn't help but asked angrily, "If you don't like it, why do you want to eat it?!"

"...Mmm" Mochizuki shrank his neck as it was rare for Nissan to be aggressive.

She was a little cautious, but she couldn't help but feel a little novel - this was the first time she was attacked by Nissan!

Of course, she thought about Osamu Dazai's question seriously, and then said as a matter of course: "I just don't like to eat it, if I really want to finish it, I'll be fine."

Osamu Dazai couldn't help being laughed at: "Did I raise you for so long to develop such a temper? Huh? Who told you to swallow your anger? Just say it if you don't like it. Who told you to endure it silently? I'm not dead yet. Woolen cloth."

He was so angry that he pinched Mochizuki's cheek with two fingers: "... Is it so hard to change the character you developed in the orphanage when you were young?"

Although the face was pinched, it didn't really hurt too much.

Mochizuki stared blankly at Nissan's eyes.

After a long while, she slowly regained consciousness.

She was subconsciously a little guilty by his anger, but she tried to calm down, and tried to defend herself: "Brother...Brother, I think you misunderstood, not swallowing your anger, I think we look at things from different angles. That is, it is the difference between cognition and emotion. I look at things from a cognitive perspective higher than an emotional perspective. If the food is not delicious but I think I should eat it, ah, it is not limited to not wasting food, it may be because of Nutritionally balanced or to maintain physiological needs, then I will eat it without hindrance."

She rolled her eyes left and right, and gave a counterexample: "For another example, steamed corn, from the perspective of taste, I think it is one of the best tastes in the world. I hate eating corn, so I hate eating corn. So I don’t like corn, but I don’t eat corn because it’s not good. On the contrary, I think corn is very delicious, but I don’t like it so I just eat it Don't like eating it."

"It's just that the priority of cognition and emotion is different. Just now, the expression of emotion is only temporarily higher than the level of cognition. Does Nissan understand me?"

Dazai looked at her quietly.

Mochizuki opened her eyes obediently and looked back.

Osamu Dazai slowly withdrew his hand.

Osamu Dazai said lightly, "Ah, I see."

Hearing Nisan's words, Mochizuki let out a long sigh of relief, but before Mochizuki's breath was exhausted, she heard the second part of Nisan's words, "...Mochizuki's words, I remember that the science subjects were very good, but the liberal arts subjects were very good. Work hard."

Hearing this seemingly irrelevant topic, Mochizuki not only did not feel relieved, on the contrary, alarm bells rang in her mind.

Sure enough, the ominous premonition came true.

Osamu Dazai chuckled indiscriminately, "Heh... I think Mochizuki should receive some education in liberal arts."

"Let me hire a tutor for Mochizuki, Nissan, I don't seem to care enough about Mochizuki's academic performance." Osamu Dazai said with a smirk, "—as a high school student, you can't have lame subjects. "

Dazai Mochizuki showed a guilty conscience.

...As expected of my brother, I found the root of the problem right away.

Mom and Dad are often told by uncles and aunts that they are stupid in science. She is deeply influenced by her parents and her thinking logic must be different from that of many people.

Of course, Mochizuki firmly believes that he is not abnormal, but that his thinking logic is different. No one has to stipulate what kind of thinking human beings must be.The group of human beings is huge, and no one can represent all human beings.

But my brother may not be able to accept her logic, he still feels that she has been wronged.

But even though Nissan said so, Mochizuki still couldn't help but challenge the Buddha's Wuzhishan to fight for her own welfare. After all, if she doesn't say it at this time...she will really sacrifice her time studying mathematics, physics and chemistry to study history and literature up! ! !

But Osamu Dazai no longer gave Mochizuki a chance to quibble, he had already left the table and strode out the door.

Mochizuki hurriedly caught up with Osamu Dazai: "Brother! Don't be impulsive, brother! I'm going to participate in the Olympiad next semester. I think it's no problem for me to win the gold medal at my level. After that, I will just enroll in the university independently. I don’t need anything about history and politics... Listen to me, brother———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— that I don’t need to use the history and politics.

Today, the leader came to eat at the black cafeteria in Hong Kong, and the last memory left to everyone was the miserable cry of the young lady.

The author has something to say:

Let this nerve-sensitive Zai feel the world of science and science, maybe if he feels more, he will shine his wisdom in the scientific world and not commit suicide (daily forced Zai hhhh)

Dazai's "I'm not dead yet" I laughed for a long time when I wrote it hhhh, but then again, he is very serious about pampering Mochizuki.

——But the pet is the pet, let Mochizuki study liberal arts or something, the writers will go to fight, if you let Mochizuki study literature, Dazai, you will write a book? (daily slaughter x2hhhh)