In order to survive, I do many jobs

Osamu Dazai entered my house for the second time, as if he was the master of the house.

The moment I turned around and turned on the light, he consciously changed into plush slippers with a cat head that was one size bigger, hung his coat on the hanger, and ran smoothly to my bathroom happily.

...Does he have a change of clothes, just go in like this?

I couldn't help humming along with Osamu Dazai humming.It's all because the song of dying for love is too brainwashing, just like Osamu Dazai, with a demonic nature.

Excellent subordinates must know how to prepare everything when the boss does not speak, and the visitor is the guest.I opened the door to the master bedroom, rolled up my sleeves, and prepared to find something for the troublemaker to wear.

In fact, there is no guest room in my house, the vacant one is my parents' master bedroom, and I still stay in the second bedroom without moving.

The master bedroom has a double bed, which shows my respect and love for my immediate boss.

My dad's closet is quite full, but I don't want Osamu Dazai to wear clothes worn by others, which has a subtle sense of profanity.

"Where does this strange mentality come from?" I rubbed my chin and concluded, "It must be because Osamu Dazai is a little fairy, who grew up drinking dew."

Zai Zai, you were still yelling at him in your heart a few minutes ago.My system reminds me of my inconsistency, and I accept it with a good nod, what's wrong with double standards, I love double standards.

I rummaged through the closet for a long time, almost buried myself, and finally found a white shirt that had not been opened because I bought it too big.

I made a gesture with the length of the shirt, and I thought it would be no problem to make a short skirt for Osamu Dazai. It covered all the places that should be covered, and it was perfect.

At three o'clock in the morning, the city fell into silence and darkness, and I suddenly felt that the lights at home were too conspicuous and very disturbing.So I turned off the headlights, leaving only a floor lamp in the living room, casting a hazy light in the darkness.

"In case Osamu Dazai is really afraid of the dark..." I thought for a while, and turned on the bedside lamp in the master bedroom for him.

"I'm like an old mother." I put my hips on my hips and sighed, "Tong, are Osamu Dazai and I father and daughter or mother and son?"

It is wonderful.My boss complained sharply, it's three o'clock, don't sleep anymore, and the bald head is late warning.

"If you're late, you'll be late. It's not at Lihai University. If you come late and leave early, you'll be caught by Sanada-kun and then write a review... Humph, I'm free." I smiled smugly.

Cub, did you forget?The system feels pity, Genichiro Sanada was just elected to the Marine Disciplinary Committee a few days ago, and it happened to be his turn to be on duty this week.

You will definitely meet him tomorrow.

I split instantly, like a grass wilted by a storm, weak, helpless and humble.

The dignified mafia quasi-higher-ups are so afraid of an ordinary middle school student. If they say it, they will be laughed out of their teeth and lose their dignity.

But I was just afraid, woo woo, Sanada is so vicious, and forced me to write a self-criticism.

Osamu Dazai didn't let me write a review!

"Xianichiro has a gentle heart." My good friend Yukimura-kun comforted me with a mysterious smile, "The stray cats near the school like him very much, Qianye must also learn to see the essence through the phenomenon."

are you seriousDo you dare to use this sentence to ask your other members, especially the suppressed little kelp, and see what he says.

Being gentle with a cat doesn't mean anything, who would be willing to be fierce and cute?I heard that the rumored God of Disciplinary Committee, Hibari Kyoya, the Super High School Disciplinary Committee, is also the same. He is gentle and patient with small animals, but fierce with the same kind.

Speaking of stray cats, I remember the last time when I came home from school, I met Detective Boy’s guardian, a silver-haired serious swordsman, and the president of the Armed Detective Agency, His Excellency Fukuzawa Yukichi, in a remote alley.

He stared solemnly at the stray cat with its fur all over its body. The atmosphere was very anxious for a moment. I couldn't help but hold my breath, witnessing the unfolding of a century war.

I saw the right hand of the lone swordsman Yinlang slowly withdrawing from his sleeve. What is he holding?Is it a sword or a gun?Has it been poisoned?Is it a one-hit kill when you see blood sealing your throat?

As expected of a dangerous person called by Osamu Dazai to remind him to be careful, he is merciless in the face of cute cats!

My heart tightened, and I was ready to rush out to rescue this little cutie for no reason.

Keep the cat under the knife!

The wind is roaring, the horse is screaming, Fukuzawa Yukichi draws his sword!Pulled out one - small dried fish?

I? ? ?

Feed the cat, feed the cat, what to do is so serious, if I am scared of the cat, I will be scared away.

In the middle of my thoughts, I heard the cat scream, and it jumped out of the alley in an instant, and jumped to my feet, meowing loudly while frying fur.

Fukuzawa Yukichi stretched out his hand and froze in the air, the word embarrassment was written in the air.

I'm so innocent, I'm just passing by, can you pretend that I don't exist?

"Gu~" The kitten's stomach was rumbling, and its furry head rubbed against my shoes.

"Are you hungry?" I took out my pocket, and there was only a piece of chocolate left at the bottom of the box, which was given to me by Sister Hongye, and I have never been willing to eat it.

"For the sake of your hunger." I reluctantly unwrapped the wrapping paper, ready to selflessly dedicate my snacks.

"

etc!Cats cannot eat chocolate. " Fukuzawa Yukichi stopped me in a hurry, saying that you kid has no common sense.

Because this is the first time I feed a cat, my mother is allergic to cat fur, and when I met a stray cat before, I could only look at it from a distance, and never touched it.

Mr. Fukuzawa handed me the dried fish he had prepared, and I handed it over to this grumpy kitten who yelled at him.

Maomao licked my hand with her pink tongue, and gracefully tore open the dried fish with small bites. I took the opportunity to rub it several times, but it didn't respond at all.

I squatted down and happily stroked the cat, I suddenly noticed a subtle astringency in the air, I raised my head, and met Mr. Fukuzawa's serious face.Taking a closer look, those lone wolf-like eyes were filled with envy.

It's so pitiful, but as a cat lover, I have a cat-hating physique or something.

I hope he can find his cat of choice. If it doesn’t work, I will introduce him to my pet “Teacher”. The teacher is a wonderful cat and will definitely give Mr. Fukuzawa his spiritual comfort.

The memories ended, and the fear of being dominated by Genichiro Sanada reappeared.

I looked at the time feebly, and felt that I was physically and mentally weak. If I hurt a few more organizations, I'm afraid I won't be reduced to the ultimate 007 social animal like Mr. Ango, and the future will be dark.

"Forget it, I'm not going to sleep anymore. If I get through sleepiness, I won't be in good spirits all night. Now I'm asleep, and the thunder will not wake me up until 10:30 tomorrow." My heart was ashamed, and I found out from under the coffee table. game console, played Lianliankan.

When I reached the fifth level, the extra person in the room spoke again.

"Qianye~bath towels, clothes, and bandages~" Osamu Dazai called me happily along with the faint sound of water.

Bath towels are ok, clothes are ok, but where do I get bandages at home?

I made a mistake, but I have to give it to him. Osamu Dazai without bandages is like Mr. Ango who has lost his glasses.Without a body, how can he live.

"Mr. Dazai, I don't have bandages at home." I said through the bathroom door, "How about I go out and buy them for you now?"

"Don't even have bandages?" Osamu Dazai complained, "Qianye go check my coat pockets, there may be two rolls left."

After being instructed, I dropped the game console and ran to the clothes hanger, tiptoed to dig around, and found a familiar brand of bandages from a pile of candies, wire, and small hairpins.

Only two volumes, is that enough?I was lost in thought.

I always thought that Mr. Dazai wrapped himself in a bandage like a mummy, and he handed the bandaged shirt and bath towel into the bedroom worriedly.

The pale and slender fingers sticking out from the crack of the door

It was lightly powdered, water droplets dripped on the carpet along the fingertips, and the dense moisture spread from the bathroom, turning the cool night into hot and dry.

I stuffed the clothes into the tempting criminal hand, turned my back to the bathroom door in an instant, stared down at my Lianliankan, quickly, the time is up, help, who else can eliminate it for me.

"The ninth row in the first row and the one on the far right in the third row, two cat heads can be eliminated." Osamu Dazai poked out his wet head, "Ah, there are also wave sodas in the second row and the fourth row."

I frantically clicked to eliminate it, successfully continued my life, and dared not look back.

"Mr. Dazai, put on your clothes before you come out." I said sullenly, "Don't be so indiscreet."

"Hey——Qianye's tone seemed to be questioning the husband of his cheating wife." Osamu Dazai retracted his head, wiped his body carefully, put on his shirt, and asked dissatisfiedly, "No pants? Do you want to see Qianye?" Am I embarrassed?"

"Trust me, I won't reveal it." I said earnestly, "Let's just make up for it, it's 03:30 in the morning, and no clothing store is still open."

There are too many girls wearing short skirts, why can't you just settle for it, a big man, and I won't take advantage of you.

Lonely man and widow, it is me who should be vigilant, you can't rely on yourself to look good and spout blood.

The bathroom door opened with a bang, and Osamu Dazai walked out of the mist while buttoning his shirt. His pale face was flushed by the heat, and his messy black hair was still dripping water. in a white bandage.

The large white shirt made him look thinner, tall and thin, with a sickly complexion, combined with the exposed bandages, it always gave people a feeling of dying, as if he was not a real existence, and would turn into a man at any time. Bubbles.

This world can't keep him.

"Phew, it's so comfortable to wash." Osamu Dazai smiled with his eyes bent. The heat on his body hadn't dissipated yet. The milk-scented shower gel I'm familiar with made him softer, like a piece of milk pudding, white and soft, looking innocent. Terrible.

"Your hair is still wet, dry it before going to bed, or you will have a migraine." I came back to my senses and looked at the water marks he left along the way. If you forget to close the window, you will definitely catch a cold."

"Qianye is so long-winded." Osamu Dazai puffed up his face and complained, snatched my game console, sat on the sofa and continued to play Liankan.

I looked down at his battle with the hair dryer, tsk, playing galga