In order to survive, I do many jobs

Akutagawa-kun was placed in confinement for attacking a cadre "for no reason".

Of course, I know he doesn't care, and he has nothing to fear from overkill.

Mr. Dazai was a little angry when he received such "bad news" suddenly, but I rushed forward fearlessly to beautify Akutagawa-kun's behavior, and passionately praised the work of Hong Kong and gangsters for half an hour, which made Mr. Dazai laugh.

The young man who did not appear in the center of the incident but was the creator of the core contradiction lay on the table and coughed while laughing. I poured him a glass of water and listened to him hahaha.

It's too much, just laugh for a while, I'm not here to tell you a joke.

"Hahahahaha, where is A? Is he lying in the medical room?" Osamu Dazai finally had enough of laughing and asked casually.

"Probably, he's not dead anyway." I shrugged, and I wouldn't visit him.

A was suddenly beaten inside Hong Kong, and no one really cared about his life or death.Mr. Sen only cares about whether he can continue to provide profits for Hong Kong gangsters this month. A's subordinates are the group of people who most look forward to his death.

Failure in life is rare.

Let me just say, this kind of hot chicken who can't do one trick under Akutagawa-kun is qualified to be compared with "Double Black", I am!

Because everyone present was willing to testify that A provoked first, so he paid for the loss of the logistics department.

Heh heh heh, the lady in the logistics department is partial to me. No one will speak for you if you dare to mock me.

As for Mr. Mori's attitude... a black dog or a disobedient cash machine can be chosen, and any fool knows which one to prefer.

I found time to visit Akutagawa-kun. Although his original intention was to beat up those who dared to insult Mr. Dazai, he also took a breath of anger for me. I brought him the long-awaited gift.

"Senior Akutagawa, Mr. Dazai praised you and said that you did a good job." I stood outside the confinement room and said loudly, "But next time, don't be so impulsive! Don't cause trouble for him!"

"...Understood."

Akutagawa-kun's voice was flat, and I couldn't see his expression through the iron door, but I knew that the calmness was just an illusion, this guy was absolutely crazy with joy.

If it weren't for the confinement room hindering his steps, he would definitely run around the Hongkong Building and scream naked.I secretly speculated that it might also be so excited that I fainted.

Mr. Dazai didn't say this verbally, but I understand him.

Can you be dissatisfied seeing him hahaha all day long?

Mr. Dazai is usually critical of Akutagawa in every possible way, but today he only said that he was too impulsive, which is already the most subtle compliment this man can give.

An iron-headed Akutagawa can't hear it, but a famous detective can.

A detective can do anything.

"Mr. Dazai, I'm going to start school in a few days." Although A is annoying, what he said still makes me a little bit worried. Will Dazai let me go?

"Well, is Qianye starting school?" Osamu Dazai put his legs down from the table, reached out and flipped through the materials on the table, and took out a stack for me.

"Then Qianye's work will be turned into clerical work for the time being... Will you still do Lupin's part-time job?" He looked down at the paper and asked me.

"Do!" I nodded affirmatively.

While I did intend to get in touch with wineries and find time to do Jungle quests during school, Lupine's part-time job was actually a bit inconvenient.

But Osamu Dazai knew how short of money I was, and it was impossible for me to give up any job without a special reason-study is the most important thing?If he would be deceived by such an excuse, he would not be called Dazai Osamu.

The black-haired young man didn't raise his head when he asked the question, apparently sure that I would not give a negative answer.

Although I have already been mentally prepared, I still couldn't help touching my hair.

Can I really keep my black and beautiful hair?I have to drink another big bowl of ginger and seaweed soup when I get home today.

Sleep time is about to hit a new low.

I don't dare to hook up with Mr. Anwu now, and I will really die from overwork if I have another second-five boy status.

I heard that the Supernatural Secret Service Division is rich in social animals, and working overtime is commonplace. I'm so scared.

But there is one thing to say, Lupine’s part-time job is really great. My working hours are determined by Mr. Dazai’s drinking time. During that time, there will be almost no customers who are not long-sighted. I only need to take care of the three customers. Order, easy.

The comic dialogue between Mr. Dazai and Mr. Oda Saku was once my greatest source of happiness.

Mr. Ango, the only complainer among the three, is really miserable. I sympathize with him very much, but I can't speak ill of him in front of my boss, I can only express my support with my eyes.

It's just that Lupine can no longer be used to contact the winery. The vodka was lucky last time and was not found. Now it is absolutely sure to catch one.

Well, a place that has the same effect as a bar... Can a milk tea shop work?

I imagined the scene of five big and three thick vodka nestling on the pink and tender girly chair... Sorry, I laughed.

For the dignity of the mafia, it is better to choose a coffee shop, and it is more common near Haichang.

As long as I casually hang out in a club with loose ministries, and go to a coffee shop to do my homework at a time difference, I can always squat down enough to find my black-clothed organization members.

So, on a sunny morning, I officially entered Haichang University and became a glorious high school student.

On the first day of school, I took the club form and thought hard, and hesitantly drew a circle on the game research club.

As I was thinking, there was an undercurrent around me.

"Kise-kun, sign me up~"

"A real person looks better than a photo! Kise-kun, look here!"

I ignored the magic sounds around me and was squeezed into my seat by the turbulent crowd, very calm.

Since I have been at the same table with Yukimura eighteen times in three years, no matter how crazy the battle is, I can remain indifferent and take it calmly.

That's right, my new tablemate Kise Ryota is also an Ikemen boy who caused a sensation when he first entered school, and his support club has sprung up.

I have a hunch that in the next three years of high school, the number of times I will be at the same table with him will not be lower than that of Yukimura.

Because beauty is only for the strong!I am undoubtedly a strong person.

Now the strong man is squeezed in the corner by the girls of Huaichun and can't get out!Can someone come and save me!

"Okay, okay, let's go out and talk, don't delay the affairs of the classmates." Kise responded to the crazy fans with a good temper, and led them out of the classroom.

I can finally breathe some fresh air, good job Kise-kun!Praise you, you are beautiful and kind.

I packed all the textbooks and stuffed them into my schoolbag, leaving the desk empty.

According to my experience with Yukimura, the books I put in my desk have absolutely no chance of surviving just because I am at the same table with their male gods.

"It would be interesting if there was another campus bullying." I took the application form and walked towards the game research department, chatting lazily with the system, "It's a colorful campus life."

[Then kill them. ] My commander said grimly.

The harm received must be repaid a hundred times, which belongs to the aesthetics of the mafia.

"Excuse me, I'm An He, and this is my application for joining the department." I pushed open the door of the game department.

"Wow woo woo woo, hiccup, new, new member? Please come in." The otaku minister huddled in the corner put down his game console, took off his glasses and cried and wiped away his tears.

"?" I slowly typed a question mark, Minister, why are you crying?Are you too excited to talk to a girl for the first time?

"I lost... I lost my faith..." Under my patient persuasion, the otaku minister signed my application for membership and handed me his beloved game console.

"Did you see the number one position? That should be mine!" He said angrily, "It was snatched away by that brat!"

In e-sports, food is the original sin.It's just a winner and a loser, why can't you afford it.

I was speechless, took his handheld and logged into my account, started a game, and invited to fight "that kid".

Top Chef Cooking Mackerel: Let's Fight.

I don't want milk: come on!

This milk classmate is a master.I only took one look at his hands to make a judgment.

Great man, you've got my interest.

"Ah, ah, I lost, I lost, I lost!" Gojo Sukuna yelled while laying on the tatami in the stronghold of the Green Clan, pounding the ground excitedly.

Sitting on the sofa and applying a facial mask, Yu Shaoshen Zi glanced at him curiously, "Sukuna, what are you playing?"

"Damn it! I met an opponent!" Gojo Sukuna sat up angrily, looked at the red word "defeat" on the screen, kicked his legs unwillingly, and sent a friend request.

【The top chef who cooks mackerel has applied through your friend. 】

I don't want milk: another game!It was just an accident!

The top chef who cooks mackerel: tsk tsk tsk.

The top chef who cooks mackerel: My sister is very busy, so I will ask my younger brother next time.

"Ah, how can I stop!" Gojo Sukuna exploded online, but the other party quickly showed that he was offline, so he could only complain to Bi Shuiliu unwillingly.

"She was too much, and she ran away when she won."

"The player who can defeat Sukuna... Is she interested in Jungle?" Bishuiliu asked his clansman with his head turned sideways, "Sukuna can invite her to play together."

"It doesn't seem to be necessary." Gojo Sukuna opened Jungle's friend application and searched for the username, "Such a strange ID, should it be the same person?"

"Liu, she is a Jungle player, she just entered the game a few days ago, and now she is only an E-rank member."

Gojo Sukuna became excited again, "I am the highest-ranking cadre! Use points to invite her to fight with me, and she will never make excuses to slip away again!"

I returned the game console to the minister, coerced and lured me into a promise that I could earn credits without participating in department work, and walked into the cleanest corner of the cafe with my homework and paperwork.

"Jungle's friend application? It's Brother Milk, so it's fate." I clicked through and turned my attention to the huge work.

【The top chef who cooks mackerel has applied through your friend. 】

I don't want milk: You're also a Jungle player... Fight me!I'll give you points if you win.

The top chef who cooks mackerel: please do not disturb during working hours, please leave a message if you have anything, thank you for your cooperation. (automatic response)

I don't want milk: don't play dead!come out for me!

The top chef who cooks mackerel: please do not disturb during working hours, please leave a message if you have anything, thank you for your cooperation. (automatic response)

Automatic reply, silent taunt.

"Ahh! How can I rest!"

Wujo Sukuna, impotent and furious.

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Qianye: My tablemate, eternal beauty

This is the world of the strong.