[Comprehensive] I'm on cpBE

After laughing, Dazai Osamu felt strangely calm.

He stuffed his cell phone into his pocket, grabbed Chuya Zhongya who was limp from drunk, fumbled for a while, and found out a bunch of keys.

Then he carried Nakahara Chuya on his shoulders and left with a smile.

The black lizard thinks that they have just seen what it means to be an elegant and crazy critic who smiles on the surface.

They didn't dare to take a breath, especially those who worked with Osamu Dazai back then.

They all watched Dazai Osamu step by step out of the bar carrying Nakahara Nakaya on his back.

"Mr. Chuya, take care of yourself."

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It has been a long time since Osamu Dazai drove his own car. His driving skills have always been at the level of street killers. Even Nakahara Nakahara, who has always been very fast, is unwilling to be his car.

When he was in Ganghei, he used Zhongye’s car every day. Later, he went to Wuzhen for nothing, and he didn’t bother to buy a car. He went to get off work like everyone else, or he walked or took the tram.

Today, he held the steering wheel after a long absence.

Chuya's Toyota was rubbing against the road, making a shrill sound. It was obviously a car that was primarily designed for environmental protection and safety, but the one driven by Osamu Dazai was neither environmentally friendly nor safe.

Osamu Dazai stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, looked at Nakahara Chuya who was staggering on the back seat from the rearview mirror, smiled coldly, and stepped down hard again.

The whole car flew by like a shooting star, not only caught fire from friction, but also went on a rampage.

Osamu Dazai stopped the car, dragged Chuya Nakahara down, and then closed the car door with a bang.

Even though the smile on his face didn't fade away, his every move revealed a burst of anger.

It's a pity that Nakahara, whose mind is chaotic, really couldn't feel it. He felt the discomfort of the bumps. He opened his eyes reluctantly, and without even looking, he recognized that the person behind his back was Osamu Dazai, and started Drunken daily life -- scolding Dazai.

"Asshole mackerel..."

He was kissed by Osamu Dazai just after speaking half a sentence. If Osamu Dazai doesn't mind Nakahara Nakama scolding, but now it's better to be quiet, otherwise Osamu Dazai really can't promise whether he will stay here or not. Just do him.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke who was going out to take out the garbage happened to bump into them, and when he saw Osamu Dazai, he rushed over excitedly.

Before he could say "Mr. Dazai", the door was shut with a bang.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was silent, as if at the moment the door was closed, he vaguely heard the sound of tearing cloth strips.

He is not some kind of pure.love boy who doesn't understand. Although he seems to be quite pure.love, after all, he has been a mafia for so many years, so he still knows what he should know.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke took a few steps back without saying a word, looked at the closed door, thought for a while, and finally believed in his Mr. Dazai's character, so he left step by step.

In fact, Osamu Dazai was not as anxious as he thought, he was quite calm.

He slowly took out Nakahara Chuya's cell phone, opened the damn "[Original] Drag Racing Collection", and found an article at random.

Osamu Dazai pinched Chuya Nakahara's chin, held the phone in the other hand, and slowly began to read:

"[Drunk Osamu Dazai is like a naughty black cat. After deliberately throwing away the things sent by Oda Sakunosuke for the third time, Oda Sakunosuke sighed and watched him getting darker and brighter from the mist. eyes, there is nothing to do with him.]”

Osamu Dazai read this, paused, smiled, and then continued to read unhurriedly:

"[Oda Sakunosuke took off Dazai Osamu's tie and lightly tied a knot in Dazai Osamu's hand.]"

"[Dazai Osamu felt the restraint on his hands, moved, looked at Oda Sakunosuke, and blinked slowly: "Oda Saku, is this tied? Bind? "]"

"[Oda Sakunosuke sighed: "No, I just want you to be quiet. "]"

He smiled lowly, leaned down, squinted his eyes and looked at the confused and innocent Nakahara Chuya, "Chuya, since you like it, let's try it today."

As he said that, with a movement of his hand, he pulled out Chuya Zhongya's tie.

Today, Zhongyuanzhong also tied the most classic and simple flat knot, and of course it is matched with a shirt with a narrow collar.

As soon as the tie was taken off, the neck loosened a lot, but in contrast to this, it was the confinement in the hands, and Nakahara was also stunned for a moment, and then he was smoothed by Osamu Dazai like a cat.

His blue eyes are like the romantic Aegean Sea, soft and dreamy, blurred and beautiful, intoxicating without knowing it.

Osamu Dazai looked at the soft posture that was extremely rare in the Central Plains, and his heart was not soft at all.

He flipped through an article, "Okay, just this one."

Osamu Dazai glanced at it, even if he was also shocked by Chuya Nakahara's speed.

"Hehehehe..."

Since it was written by Zhong Ye, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't practice it?Talking about war on paper is not enough.

Osamu Dazai directly found out the part of the car, looked at the screen, breathed in Zhongya's ear, and read it sentence by sentence.

Although he was very drunk, Zhong Yuan still had a little impression of the car he was driving, "Well..."

In the next second, the tone of the "huh" changed.

It was originally just a short monosyllable, but the tones were abruptly uttered, and there was an indescribably weird feeling in the ears.

Zhong Yuanzhong also widened his eyes.

Osamu Dazai ended this lingering deep kiss with a hint of hatred, his voice was so sweet that honey could flow out, "Chuya, close your eyes and relax..."

Nakahara Chuya no longer knows what year Jinxi is now, and the alcohol has blurred his perception.

Even the weird foreign body sensation was vague as if covered by a layer of fog, which felt unreal.

He was obviously not comfortable with this, he raised his leg and wanted to kick Osamu Dazai down.

But Osamu Dazai, who had been prepared for a long time, pulled his legs, and could only wrap his arms around Osamu Dazai's waist in aggrieved manner.

"hiss……"

Dazai took a deep breath in pain, the little man's brute force is still so great.

"Chuya, lighten up."

His waist was about to be pinched off.

Nakahara Nakahara's knuckles that were holding the bed sheet under his body turned slightly white due to too much force. He didn't know if he understood Dazai Osamu's words, but he just stared fixedly at the top of his head, his reddish eyes sweeping over Dazai Osamu's heart. itch.

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"This article is over, let's change to another one."

Osamu Dazai glanced at his poor former partner, and planned to continue without being satisfied.