In order to survive, I do many jobs

Wound……

I looked down at my knee-length skirt and fell into deep thought.

Why did things develop to this level?I'm not a third-degree disabled person, so why must Osamu Dazai help me with the medicine?I can't figure it out!

In the dead of night, lonely men and widows, I don't think it's appropriate.

"No need Mr. Dazai, I'll just come by myself, I can do it." Instantly regaining my composure, I realized the delicate situation now, after all, why did I obediently listen to his words just now and sit down obediently?What is blinding my eyes?

It's just a medicine, and it's not that uncomfortable position on the back. Don't bother you, I'll go back to the room now and arrange myself clearly.

"Hey——" Osamu Dazai dragged his tone, urging dissatisfiedly, "What is Qianye dawdling about? The ointment is about to melt away. Don't be self-willed, I will take it lightly."

...Why do you say this from his mouth, like I am making trouble for no reason?Isn't this person's ability to turn black and white a bit too much?

I can understand Osamu Dazai's desire to make amends. After all, the source of the crime is his vitality. The innocent and murdered Luluo and I are innocent disasters.

Will you make up for the guilt I feel towards Little Luluo because he has already gone west?I appreciate your kindness.

But it’s not necessary to apply the medicine myself. I’m not a child learning to speak. He refused to apply medicine by uttering black historical statements such as "scars are the medals of the strong".

I am a super worry-free and obedient boy, self-reliant, self-improving, self-confident and high-spirited, please give me the medicine, can I do it myself?

Dazai Osamu: No, Qianye is not good?

I was in a stalemate with Osamu Dazai, his elbow was pressed on my knee with moderate weight, and I stopped thinking about running away on the spot.

As long as he let go, believe it or not, I will perform a reverse car on the spot and ride my small electric motor to wander to the end of the world.

However, Osamu Dazai has always been scheming. You see, he even prepared ice packs and blankets, as if he was going to let me go?

I can only comfort myself, it may be that Osamu Dazai has learned strange parent-child education skills from Mr. Oda Saku, and is going to practice it on his weak and helpless ward.

As his queen guinea pig, I can only submit with tears in my eyes.

The milky white ointment slipped from his fingertips, and the taste of traditional Chinese medicine was light and bitter. In line with the highest principle of not wasting, I raised a white flag before the ointment was completely dissolved.

"...It's okay, please be gentle." I reminded again worriedly, let go of the hand that was tightly grasping the corner of the skirt, and carefully exposed the part of the skin on the inner thigh that was burned red.

Hiss, it still hurts, luckily it only splashed on me, my cat is fine.

Osamu Dazai lowered his brows and eyes, rarely said a word, and applied the ointment to my wound silently and intently.

His eyes narrowed to a very small place, because he lowered his head, his furry head blocked my sight.I only heard his very shallow breathing, and the slight itchiness when his fingers brushed the skin, which was soon covered by the coolness of the ointment.

Something floating in the sky fell down heavily, I curled my fingers, my thoughts were blank, my eyes stayed on the wallpaper in the living room, a small corner was raised on the edge of the old wallpaper, like a half-glued stamp.

There is no need to think anymore, on a quiet and peaceful autumn night, all noise will be reduced to silence.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai stopped what he was doing, and gave me an ice pack wrapped in a towel, "Qianye press it yourself, the burn is not serious, and the medicine should be wiped well every day."

"Oh." I took the cold ice pack, covered my legs, and pulled the skirt back up.Osamu Dazai didn't pay attention to my small movements, he shook off the thick blanket to cover my bare legs, and pulled the pillow beside me as a support under my feet.

After going through this set of procedures, it seems to be quite proficient.I looked at him with my chin resting on my cheek. I used to take care of Osamu Dazai, but it was rare to be taken care of today. It felt quite novel.

"Why is Qianye looking at me like this?" Osamu Dazai packed up the medicine box, and stretched out his hands to straighten my messy hair.

We were still sitting next to each other, my legs folded over his lap, and we were both covered in blankets, warm.The heat seeped into the blood from the skin, and I felt that my bones were lazy, I just wanted to nest together and lick their fur like a cat, snoring a little, and fell asleep drowsily.

"I'm just surprised that Mr. Dazai can actually take care of others." I answered him frankly, "It slightly changed my impression of Mr. Dazai."

"I wanted to ask a long time ago, what kind of image do I have in Qianye's heart?" Osamu Dazai was speechless, and stretched out his hand to grab my cheek threateningly, twisting a small piece of soft flesh, "Tell me Look, some misunderstandings are better reversed as soon as possible.”

So as not to spoil your personal image?I'm sorry, but you have no image in my heart—if I love you, I will persecute you. We are all chefs like this.

"Not anymore." I was grabbed by his face, and I spoke vaguely, "Mr. Dazai, doesn't your arm hurt? Let me see, the hit just now was scary."

"I almost forgot..." Osamu Dazai let go of his hand, and without turning over the medicine box, he put his right hand in front of me, with a hint of coquettishness in his tone, "Qianye promised to rub it for me."

That's it, as long as I promise you, I will definitely fulfill it.

It's just a massage, as good as I can do anything.

Because I was sitting very close, I simply hugged Osamu Dazai's hand into my arms. The specific movements refer to the sloth holding the branch of my beloved tree, and imitated the woodpecker doctor to tap on the "trunk".

"Is it here? Does this massage hurt?" I lowered my head and focused on my medical career, but my patient was very uncooperative, and the whole process would only be "ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" and "painful place pain here", as if the pain was just the same. Hit him like a shattered fracture.

Who was the one who told me it was okay before?Can't you have a word of truth out of your mouth?What good will it do you to lie to me about it.

There is nothing wrong with Osamu Dazai, I can only rub him from top to bottom.Osamu Dazai was still wearing a long-sleeved coat, leaving a large gap between the arms and the wide sleeves.Because of his tall and thin stature, non-tailored clothes always look loose.

This design is just convenient for me to move.I reached into his cuff, up to the elbow, and felt for the knot in the bandage around his arm.

My fingers, accustomed to picking locks, were supple and nimble, and soon I found a knot.The little finger hooked loosely, the index finger and thumb were entangled, and the snowflake-like bandages poured down and wound around my wrist in a messy way, with Osamu Dazai's unique smell of medicine and the same as my body. The source of peach aroma.

I made the right choice at the beginning, Osamu Dazai and peach flavor are a perfect match.

The skin under the bandage is slightly hot due to the lack of air all year round. I can't see the specific appearance, but can only feel the pulse beating slightly under the skin from the touch.

Dazai Osamu can control the sound of the heart, and this trick is played to the extreme, which is the five-second stunt of cardiac arrest he once taught me.

"People tend to think that the sound of a heartbeat can't be faked, so lie detectors are reliable, but that's definitely a fallacy."

Osamu Dazai in a black coat stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the gangster office with a calm expression, "Whether it's micro-expression, breathing rhythm, or heartbeat frequency, as long as you master the method, everything can be turned into a sharp blade of lies."

He took my hand and put it over his heart, and started today's teaching content.And Osamu Dazai is undoubtedly not a patient teacher. Before the teaching started, he only casually reminded: "Listen carefully, I will only demonstrate once."

Hearing this, I opened the notepad in my mind with seriousness, looked at our hands clasped together, and was ready to take notes at any time.A course that is taught only once is like English listening that is played only once. No matter how focused you are, you can lose everything if you miss a second.

My hands were completely clasped by Osamu Dazai, with similar pale complexions intertwined, without any sense of disobedience.The fabric of the custom-made suit is soft and cold, and the needles can be heard in the office. All I can feel is the heat from the back of my hand and the vibrating heartbeat in my ear.

Osamu Dazai's individual tutoring, apart from me, is probably Akutagawa Ryunosuke's deepest impression-every teaching is a hell on earth, rolling around on the tip of a knife, and no one is allowed to cry out in pain.

Although Osamu Dazai will be a little gentler when facing me, this gentleness is entirely based on the premise that I am obedient and studious. Once I let him down, the result may be no different from Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Therefore, I will devote myself to every teaching task with 12 points and go all out. Except for marksmanship, I am really powerless, and the other items have never let him down, and this time is the same.

How to tell a lie without being caught and how to tell if someone is lying are powerful skills that the mafia should master, and I learned it very seriously.To be honest, it is quite fun to control your own heartbeat. It is very dynamic like playing music games.

Me: The graduation exam is to play a song "Uneasy" with my heart sound. I can jio well, and I like challenging tests.

If you can't play "Uneasy", it's good to play "Flight of the Bumble Bee", if you really can't, "March of Destiny" is also fine.I am a beautiful girl who strives hard and strives unremittingly. It is really cool to play music games with heart sounds. I will show you my skills after I finish my studies.

Seeing that I had completed the teaching task perfectly, Mr. Dazai was in a good mood and decided to give me a small lesson, officially imparting his unique skills to his beloved disciple.

Although I don't think the skill "cardiac arrest for five seconds" is useless, but as the saying goes, too many skills don't overwhelm you.Since he is willing to teach, I am naturally willing to learn.

...I have to say that this skill, which seems very brain-dead at first glance, is really convenient for scaring Mr. Chuya (covering his face).

We happily tried it on the day we finished our studies.Mr. Nakaya was frightened by our master and apprentice who fell to the ground and went into cardiac arrest at the same time, so he called the police on the spot. Bah, it was a long drama on the spot, which almost deafened Mr. Mori, who was playing happily with Alice, and unfortunately shattered Miss Hongye's favorite tea set.

Subordinate ABCD passing by: Here they are again, they are here again, the repertoire of Hong Kong gangsters "Central Plains Dazai" will start soon.

Osamu Dazai, who was dissatisfied with rubbing his head when he was woken up by the drama: Chuya, why are you arguing, your head is about to be sedated, it's all the slug's fault.

I was startled by the Yokohama singer singing: Is Mr. Chuya hanging his voice?Please wait, let me start a recording first!

Central Plains Zhongye: You, you, two, all, give, me, die——

Hehe, although Mr. Nakaya said so, only Osamu Dazai was beaten in the end, and I, who survived, happily paddled under Dazai Osamu's resentful eyes.

The sea is full of water, frogs, you have four legs, let us swing the oars, the boat pushes away the waves, goodbye mother, I will go on a long voyage, don’t worry about me, I have happy and wise little oars~

As the initiator of Chuya Chuya’s support club, I also have a lot of talents in the field of singing. Regardless of other things, my name of Yokohama Xiaoquku is not in vain. Let’s order a hit song of Mr. Chuya Chuya’s latest album The golden song "Will you love me if I were a diva", music!

With the background sound of Mr. Nakaya beating Osamu Dazai, I am happy K song.But the good times didn't last long. When I was singing happily, Alice and Sister Hongye came together and showed death smiles to us master and apprentice.

"Dazai/Qianye, Rintaro/BOSS asked you to go to the office."

Revenge from Mr. Mori, who was forced to interrupt the dress-up game and was full of resentment, we, the instigators, have nowhere to go.

I was trained with Osamu Dazai afterwards, tsk.It's all Dazai Osamu's fault, what did my innocent kitty do wrong?

The port mafia is a self-proclaimed civilized organization, but it's a good thing that I quit early, otherwise I wouldn't know that I would be dug into a pit thousands of meters away by my unscrupulous boss.

At this time, the arm in my arms was quite peaceful, and the heartbeat was even and regular. I listened intently for a few seconds, then gave up the medical practice of the three-legged cat, and began to rub him a little bit from the wrist.

Starting from the wrist, there are small or deep knife marks all over the skin, some of which only have a light red line, and some have brown scars.I couldn't see it through the sleeves of my windbreaker, but it was probably ugly.

Layers of bandages wrapped around Dazai Osamu's body, covering the traces of every self-harm he has done over the years.

"The scars are ugly. It's not good to scare the little sister when you strike up a conversation." If you ask him the reason, you will probably get a frivolous answer like this.

It was so strange that I heard the medicine of self-loathing in his casual teasing tone, which seemed to be self-deprecating, and also seemed to be calmly narrating the most normal facts.

How could he think so?Obviously there is no one more beautiful than him, and with a casual smile, even Xingzi would be so surprised that he forgot to blink.

Osamu Dazai was leaning on the back of the sofa, his eyes closed vainly, his breathing was relaxed and light, my knuckles moved slowly, until they touched a small piece of soft flesh on the inside of the arm, his eyelashes Trembling imperceptibly.

It seems to be here.

Finding the right place to prescribe the medicine, I drew a circle around that piece of skin, and changed the way of massage to massage the nearby muscle groups, showing my professional quality, I just put on a pair of sunglasses and set up a stall on the spot.

You can't even imagine how many side jobs I have.

As the strength increased, Osamu Dazai groaned twice, making a weak protest.The initial pain made him feel uncomfortable, but the comfort immediately after the soreness made Dazai hesitate to let me move, his eyes would not open, as if he was at the mercy of me.

Be comfortable, my technology is not covered.Excellent time management masters naturally understand the importance of the body, give yourself a massage before going to bed, and since then put an end to the trouble of insomnia, and your enthusiasm for learning and working is even higher.

Alas, forget it, no matter how hot the enthusiasm is, Dazai Osamu will not let him give up his identity as a salted fish. I am thankful that he can stop poisoning me with dark dishes such as "vitality stewed chicken".

When I was changing clothes, I ordered takeaway. Crab porridge served with sugar-fried chestnuts for two people. In autumn, the best thing besides crabs is the warm and sweet chestnuts. I want to treat my stomach well.

"Ding dong! Your takeaway!" As soon as the takeaway was ready, I took my hand out of Osamu Dazai's sleeve, ignored his dissatisfaction with his eyes open, moved my legs away, and jumped to open the door.

"Eat, Mr. Dazai." I bounced back to the sofa with the hot packing bag in hand, and put the crab porridge on the coffee table.The plastic box opened with a rattle, and the splashed water splashed all over my hands. The strong rice fragrance made my stomach growl twice.

I pushed the one I opened first to Osamu Dazai, handed him the spoon, and opened my own, clasping my hands happily, "I'm starting!"

Osamu Dazai slowly took the food I was feeding, lightly scooped a spoonful of rice porridge into his mouth, and lightly pursed his lower lip.

The newly made crab meat porridge was a little hot, I breathed out, because I was afraid of burning my tongue, Dazai and I didn't talk, and each held a bowl of porridge and drank it.

The hot porridge entered my throat, and a thin layer of sweat formed on my back. Dazai Osamu's cheeks were flushed, and the breath he exhaled was also tinged with warmth, like a cat napping after eating and drinking, stretching its long waist, Involuntarily rubbing against the fluffy blanket beside him.

The sudden accident tonight is dusted at this moment. The kitchen waiting to be cleaned up and the non-slip mat on the list are all things that need to be considered tomorrow.On autumn nights, Osamu Dazai and I huddled together and snuggled together to keep warm, peeling the hard chestnut shell with our fingernails, revealing the sweet waxy fruit hidden inside.

I hugged the fat crab pillow and used the handheld to reply to fans' messages, because I was destined to googoo tonight. As compensation, I promised to live broadcast the horror game they named to the audience.

This group of people say they like me, but they are actually very bad. They are so worried about the fact that I told them about the artificial refrigeration of "Hundred Stories" that they want to scare me once.

"Open your mouth, ah——" Osamu Dazai peeled the new chestnuts, held the light yellow fruit with his fingertips, and fed them to my mouth. I grabbed the chestnuts he fed, and my hands kept typing. Kill the Quartet on the Internet.

"Will Qianye want to play a horror game?" Osamu Dazai glanced at it, and browsed the fan comments with me, "It looks so interesting."

"If it's real, I might be afraid, but it's a game, hehe." I hummed proudly. In reality, I keep a respectful distance from Q's ghost doll. In the game, Sister Sadako and Kayako can also be my true love.

There is no girl that the God of Galgame can't beat, no!

Osamu Dazai: Qianye is too strong.

"Because the routines of the game are just those, killing at the door, killing at the turn, killing at the corner, being stabbed by a teammate, being kidnapped by an alien flying by suddenly... I have never experienced anything." I shook my head and shared my experience with Osamu Dazai Game experience, "Mr. Dazai, have you ever played a galgame with a hospital background? It's not horror-oriented, it's the Super Shura Field type."

"The newspaper game that Mr. Dazai didn't get through at the beginning is a game company, so the routine is quite strange." I recalled for a moment, and told him a bedtime story under Dazai's curious eyes, "And the previous game Similarly, Mr. X is also a scumbag, because he was too scumbag, he went to the hospital for plastic surgery because he was afraid of being sharked, and the story happened after that."

Then Mr. X who walked into the hospital was horrified to find that the front desk was his ex-ex-girlfriend, the attending physician was his ex-girlfriend, the nurse in the ward was his ex-girlfriend, the anesthesiologist was his ex-girlfriend, and the surgeon was his. Current girlfriend.

Five equal girlfriends, are you moved?

Mr. X dare not move, but as the god of games, I dare!According to the pissing nature of this game, in the end Mr. X has a high probability of getting on the plane to Thailand and unloading his criminal work to devote himself to the great cause of confession.I have no problem with this ending, but at least let me pass the level, please.

"Actually, this is an escape game." I said with a touch of sadness, "I played the good Shura field like a cat and a mouse. Although I cleared the level, I couldn't be happy at all."

If I say too much, I will cry. I also left some sad history before I reached the top of the throne. Wow, how about live broadcasting this game?Let the audience masters have fun with me~

Only I persecute others, no one else persecutes me, you fake fans, don't think I will give in!

"The last chestnut is for Qianye to eat." Osamu Dazai patted the residue on his hands, and stuffed the last chestnut into my mouth with a smile, "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet." I licked the corner of my lips, sipping off the last bit of debris.

"It's getting late, good boy, it's time to go to bed." Osamu Dazai stretched his waist and turned his head to me and said, "Remember to apply the medicine. If I catch you being lazy, you will be punished."

"Hey—it sounds terrible." I folded the blanket on the sofa and was about to put it back in place. "Will the punishment be to make me drink a whole pot of Vitality Chicken Stew? I was really scared, it was scary." .”

The main ingredients are likely to be the ultimate dark dish of chicken, skittles and washing liquid, which is comparable to the devil's recipe sent to me by sister Biyangqi. Presumably she and Osamu Dazai must have a lot in common.Could my sister Biyangqi's boyfriend and I, who were probably treated as guinea pigs by two demons, really survive in this cruel world?

Living is really too difficult. I clear the minefield every day, jumping back and forth between planting flags and pulling them out, struggling to maintain my HP.

Therefore, the guy who cleared my blood bar to zero with one click is even more unforgivable.

Because Bishuiliu promised me during the welcome dinner at Jungle that he would deal with the follow-up matters of the colorless king in the near future, so I settled down and focused on polishing my favorite gun while raising Zai, and was always ready to send my little brother hit the road.

There is a limit to human endurance. The colorless king has been at ease in front of me for too long. This time I must KO him out.

Osamu Dazai's crab swears, I'm serious this time.

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Qianye: After dinner, pack up and go beat my younger brother.