In order to survive, I do many jobs

Resentment, a strong resentment hangs over Class A of the first year of Ice Emperor Academy.

The resentment was as strong as a hundred Sadako sisters dancing Yangko hand in hand. The morning sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning could not dispel the severe cold in the classroom, but made the resentment even more intense, like entering the eight cold hells.

Even through a wall, he could feel the terrifying atmosphere in the class. Yushi Ninzu couldn't help but look up at the class card again. It was class A of the first year. He confirmed that the gate in front of him did not suddenly divert to hell.

What happened?This horrible atmosphere mixed with unwillingness, regret and despair, what kind of tragic tragedy did its owner encounter?

As if aware of Yushi Ninzu's hesitation, the ordinary wooden door in front of him opened his mouth wide open in the illusion, and his strong thoughts kept calling him, "Come on, come in, baby~ I've been waiting for you for a long time."

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Ninja Yushi really wanted to turn around and run, but his manly pride nailed him to the spot.In the dark, the righteous boy seemed to hear the eager call of the whole class, "This strong man, save the child!"

For the glory of a man, for the safety of his classmates, and for the peace of the world, he cannot back down!If it's a man, just level up and fight.

"Ninzu, are you going or not?" Keigo Atobe, who was standing behind Yushi Ninzu and wanted to enter the classroom but was blocked by the door, watched his friend's face change several times, and finally fixed on the face of the hero of Meiman, and solemnly stretched out his hand , as if facing a formidable enemy, he bumped into the Steins Gate in front of him.

Atobe just opened the door, as for?Ren Zu, have you been corrupted by An He's brain hole?

An and Qianye, a crosstalk contestant who is both a sand sculpture and a ghost animal.With a magical halo of brain supplementation, he is good at pulling normal people around him into the field of sand sculptures, and then defeating them with rich experience, and finally completes the assimilation of the universe, making great contributions to the export of new talents in the cross talk world.

As the saying goes, there must be a sand sculpture when three people walk together.An He, who is a good teacher, has never been stingy about cultivating good young talents. The longer she spends with her, the easier it is for her to assimilate people.

Look at Osamu Dazai, the bloody chestnut, who has changed from a terrifying mafia to a funny character who loves to kill, and there is only one more distance between An and Qianye.

Atobe Keigo has reason to suspect that Ninja Yuuji has been assimilated by the sand sculpture virus.If this continues, what should he do if he is caught between two people?

Of course I debuted with Ninzu-kun, "Bai Xue Forest's Stepmother and Daughter Group" sounds very interesting, and it is definitely not a dream to win this year's newcomer gold award!Anhe TV Station is willing to leave the premiere position of the prime time for you, so go ahead and do it.

There is an old saying that it is better to be blocked than to be sparse.Why do you have to suppress your heart?Asking these questions already means that Atobe-kun is very concerned about this matter, but he refuses to face his true self because of the face of a young man.

Don't be afraid, learn from the brave Ganle sauce!Wanting to become a girl is as great a dream as wanting to be a Mancai player, boy, please don't give up your right to pursue your dreams!

Although Orihara Rin who was suddenly cueed felt persecuted again, he was quite happy to see the newcomer being dragged into the water.

If you want to die, everyone will die together, and no one can escape.

As long as the person being persecuted is not oneself, schadenfreude may be late but never absent.Human inferiority, tsk tsk tsk.

With a "creak", the door of the abyss slowly opened, and the unsealed resentment hit the head and covered the face, dragging people into the whirlpool of broken thoughts.

Shinobu Yushi pretended to be nonchalant and walked into the classroom carrying his schoolbag. In an instant, he felt at least dozens of grateful eyes sweeping across his celestial cap.

What's the matter, can you give him an accurate word?He is so flustered by you!

The indescribable words of "￥" are like whispers of a devil. A bloodless, pale hand rests on Ninzu Yushi's shoulder at some point. The sound of exhaling was clearly audible, and the demon gradually opened its fangs, saying...

"Did you write your homework? Let me copy it." I asked bluntly.

Looking forward to the stars and looking forward to the moon, I look forward to you, rob, hand in homework and don't kill!

"Chinese, mathematics, English, geography, politics, history, physics, chemistry, biology...anything is fine, as long as I want it, as long as you have it." I looked at the schoolbag behind Ninzu-kun affectionately, as if seeing Xi Shi in the eyes of beholders.

Oh, my God, what a cute little schoolbag, let me empty out its stomach and take away the golden core in its belly.

Ninazu Yushi, please don't say it so scary, the personification sentence is not used in this way, your Chinese and Western grammar is very wrong.

Ninzu-kun, who had just entered the classroom, didn't know what he had made up in his head, and was slapped away by me.There is only a pale body left in place, the automatic hosting mode is turned on, and the voice package has not been loaded yet.

But that's okay, I don't need his soul, I just need his homework.

Now that I have successfully obtained the loot, the resentment surging in my heart slowly returned to the furnace, and I returned the warm sunshine to my dear students.

Did the classmates who were so scared by the murderous intent all the time just want to copy their homework... An He, why didn't you tell me earlier!We would like to lend it to you!The baby was so scared to death, he thought he was about to be caught by a shark.

I don't know why - am I so cruel in your eyes, Mao Mao has a confused face.

Am I not the No. [-] good boy in Tianzi, the most worry-free cub of Quan Bingdi?Whenever my cute and lovely image is distorted again, it must be Dazai Osamu's fault.

When you don't know who made the mistake, just throw the blame on Osamu Dazai. Believe me, he is not wronged. ——by a vengeful girl who was abused by countless bosses

"It was really scary just now." The sister of the squad leader said quietly to the tablemate, "Wow, Ann and classmates are lying on the table in a super low pressure, with ugly faces, and always feel like they are going to come out from under their skirts in the next second." It's like drawing a gun and shooting."

Tell me... that's right, how do you know that I like to hide guns under my skirt?Is the sister of the monitor also a colleague?Nice to meet you.

But today I don't have the strength to talk about business with the class monitor sister, and it's not easy to come to school. Please forgive me a little bit, thank you very much.

"Anhe, do you have a day when you don't do your homework?" Afterwards, the uncle Atobe who stepped into the classroom ended the condensed air and sneered at me mercilessly, "Did you go to a part-time job again on weekends? I said before that I would do it on the day of the final exam." Who was the one who defeated me?"

"Heh." I took the homework book that Ninzu-kun handed in, and while I was busy with my pen, I chatted with Atobe-kun, "If you know what I went through yesterday, you will understand that I am able to come to class today because of my disability the result of."

It's not easy for me, I feel sad when I think about it, can you understand the pain in it?

In fact, I am still a little delirious now. When copying mathematics, I always feel that I am copying English. The paper is full of a mixture of letters and numbers, and there is no human sentence.

"Your face is so ugly." Uncle Atobe put down his schoolbag and wanted to continue bickering with me, but he paused when he saw my paler face than usual, and reluctantly put on a concerned tone, "What's wrong? If you are sick, go home and have a good rest, and my uncle will give you a leave of absence."

"No, it's all here." I hammered my aching forehead with the back of my hand, trying to encourage myself with the spiritual victory method, "No one can separate me from studying, I love studying and love me, remember this final exam Wash your neck and wait for me."

It doesn't matter whether you can win or not, you must not lose your momentum. No matter what kind of challenge you face, you must show a smile with ease. I am so damn competitive.

"Studying while sick is not efficient at all, and being brave is not a commendable behavior." Keigo Atobe did not persuade him any more, but instead said, "So what's wrong with you? Fever? Headache? Cold? Or did you stay up all night again? You What's with the bandages you're wearing?"

He looks like a survivor of a car accident, even if he is physically disabled and strong.

"Bandage? It's masturbation." I said perfunctorily while struggling with homework, "The theme of today's club is the pharaoh's obsession with the mummy. If Atobe-kun comes to play, I can borrow the pharaoh's mask for you. It's so cool."

Atobe Keigo didn't believe my nonsense, because as the president of the student council, he didn't receive the funding application from the sy club.But probably out of awe of my brain circuit, he persuaded himself not to examine my thinking.

Once it is taken away, it will be over. The uncle who is famous for his elegance and gorgeousness does not want to debut as a manga player.

Let him reason and look exhausted... Is it really the reason for too much work?Do you want to give An He a little more wages... The capitalist who found out his conscience was thinking.

It's touching. If I could hear the psychological activities of Mr. Atobe, I would cry and snatch his wallet while shouting "There is still true love in the world".

Uncle, you are so kind. As a reward, I will send you a copy of your women's clothing picture. Please keep it well and leave it as a family heirloom for your children and grandchildren. It is decent.

Before Keigo Atobe took it back, he was warned about salary deduction.

Cut, it's nothing to praise you.

But young man, don't underestimate the chosen social animal who has multiple jobs and rides the wind and waves. A mere tennis club clerical is not enough to make me throw away my helmet and armor.

The chief culprit who caused my face to turn gray in the morning, my heart to die like a lamp to go out, and my resentment to be like a dark cloud was none other than the black mud cat I held in my palm.

Life can't force me, work can't harm me, only the enemy of my life can always hit my pain points accurately, and I would rather hurt the enemy by one thousand and eight hundred to drag me to the end.

I should have known earlier that instead of Chicken Consomme, there was Duck, Fish, and Crab waiting for me.

Everything can be stewed with vitality, how can pig blood be an exception?

Grass (a kind of plant), is Osamu Dazai's brain a pig's brain?Who the hell inspired him? In contrast, the Vitality Stewed Chicken, which caused one death and two injuries, was just an appetizer. I shouldn’t have the slightest expectation of Osamu Dazai’s cooking skills. .

What prompted me not to kill and destroy the corpse yesterday, what made me watch Osamu Dazai walk into the kitchen without stopping, and what made me not decisively throw Osamu Dazai and his pig's blood out of the house together?

Is it love?No, it's beauty.

I was just a hair away from catching Osamu Dazai out of the kitchen.At the very moment, Osamu Dazai dug out the small black cat apron I bought from the storage cabinet, put it in front of him, gestured twice, looked at me expectantly, and said in a coquettish tone, "Qianye help me tie it Are the straps okay?"

Keywords Dazai Osamu, apron, expectant face, coquettish cat cat

Can I say no?Oh, of course I - can't.

Yes, we chefs are so unprincipled, even though my sixth sense screamed like a squeaking chicken being squashed, I slowly stretched out my hand, wrapped it around Dazai Osamu's narrow waist, and tied it with a black ribbon. Make a beautiful bow.

My stomach twitches faintly at the touch of the ribbon taut, as if anticipating the tormenting journey to come.But seeing Osamu Dazai's undisguised excitement, I can only smile and convince myself that he is happy.

Osamu Dazai is really scheming.I don't believe he can tie an apron by himself, let alone a bow tie, as long as Osamu Dazai is willing, he can even tie a Chinese knot for himself.

Then why do you have to come to me?It's not because Osamu Dazai calculated my mental activities correctly.He knew in his heart that when he saw him enter the kitchen, my murderous heart was ready to move, so he prepared to slap him with a slipper as soon as he turned his head, and directly solve tonight's crisis from the root cause.

Osamu Dazai didn't want to be forced to sleep, he really wanted to challenge the art of cooking, even if he sold his luster for this.

36 Each scheme has its own merits, but only the beauty schemes have tried all kinds of tricks.

In ancient times, I was probably a foolish king, the kind of concubine who would make me dizzy if I blew a bit of pillow wind casually.

In short, because the only reliable person in my family was kidnapped by an unreliable guardian, the dinner changed from Maoxuewang to vigorous stewed pig's blood.

Mr. Odasaku and the children, who were quite happy to come over to have a meal when they heard about the spicy dishes, have already disappeared when they heard that Osamu Dazai is the chef tonight, and they are not at all prepared to share the joys and sorrows with me.

I miss Akutagawa Ryunosuke so much. If he was around, he would be happy to liquidate the liquidation for me, even if the terrible cooking was done by Osamu Dazai.

"Dinner is ready, let Qianye try it!" Osamu Dazai, wearing a small apron, came out of the kitchen with a plate, "It's a special benefit for Qianye's injury."

"...Okay, Mr. Dazai." I took a deep breath and understood his subtext.

Although relying on my excellent on-the-spot adaptability, Osamu Dazai reluctantly accepted my rhetoric.But the "injury" thing still made him very unhappy, and I had to learn the lesson.

As a genius in the education field, Osamu Dazai neither beat me nor scolded me.He only needs to take out one-thousandth of his cooking skills, and he can make me cry bitterly and confess my mistakes. The effect is more than a thousand times stronger than ordinary reprimands.

Terrible man.

I can bear the sins I have done by myself, I can!

I was sitting at the dining table, watching Osamu Dazai put a plate of dark red paste in front of me.The bizarre solid-liquid mixture exudes heat on the white porcelain plate, shaking and shaking, and the sound of sizzling bursts from the plate from time to time.

In an instant, I lost all courage.

I can't, I can't!I beg you to die!

Osamu Dazai is a wolf, the kind of invincible wolf who is three points more than a ruthless man. Not only does he want me to eat, he will also accompany me to eat his masterpiece.

Not impressed, okay?Self-shark is Osamu Dazai's hobby, not mine!Let go of the honest man!

I regret it at the beginning, I shouldn't let Osamu Dazai do whatever he wants in a moment of softness, let alone pick up the pair of chopsticks that I regret under the attack of Osamu Dazai's starry eyes.

Beauty is a mistake, and a demon concubine is a disaster for the country.

I, who failed to see through the world of mortals, was just a rookie, without the ability to fight against evil adults.

I picked up a chopstick of pig’s blood—sorry, it doesn’t look like pig’s blood anymore, but some kind of indescribable strange object, and I can’t find a suitable adjective in my poor vocabulary—send it slowly import.

As the chopsticks approached, the death march played in my ears became louder and louder, making my fingers tremble.

Under the harsh conditions where the teeth were chattering, I closed my eyes as stubbornly as I stuffed the black brain into my mouth.

I "!!! x￥, beep——(sound silenced)"

Let me describe to you, friends, how I feel. A muddy beetle plucked from a bathing cow in Hell's Hot Springs is mixed with cow dung in a juicer and topped with canned herring and strawberry jam— A hundred times more, it is almost the taste I tasted before I fell into a coma.

As expected of Osamu Dazai's cuisine, it was full of the taste of death. I even watched the whole carousel in my vision, and I was so shocked that I lost my voice.

When I came back to my senses, at five in the morning, Osamu Dazai and I lay face down on the dining table and leaned back on the chair. The few hours in between disappeared like being eaten by a slug monster.

"I'm so dizzy... All, what happened?" Although I fell down, my system was still there. My reliable old father called up the video and showed me a look.

In the high-definition images produced by the system, two dead men and women ate strange dishes one after the other. First, they fell silent suddenly by coincidence, with a confused look on their faces, as if their souls had been pulled away.Immediately afterwards, Osamu Dazai raised his head back, his eyes were blank, I dropped the chopsticks, startled like an electric shock.

I saw myself in the picture standing up from the chair stiffly like a zombie, first jumping three times on the spot, and then stretched out my right hand into the void, holding the hand of the beauty in the air, accompanied by a dreamy smile Non-existent music slowly danced to a zombie tango.

Osamu Dazai was slumped on the back of the chair like a corpse. When I spun around behind him, he suddenly grabbed my hand and turned around smartly, and forcibly changed a tune.

It stands to reason that there is no stereo in the living room, and the two of us are actually performing mimes.But in order to avoid my embarrassment, the omnipotent father of the system thoughtfully matched me with bg, which made me very touched.

Only everything is good in the world, and a child of Youtong is like a treasure. After matching it with bg, it really looks a lot better. It turned from a supernatural film studio to a literary film.

A cheerful Viennese waltz danced in the living room. I danced the men's step and Osamu Dazai danced the women's step. There was a perfect division of labor without any violation.

Until it was time for me to pick him up and circle around in the air, due to my physical strength, I couldn't pull this big carrot up for a long time, and he made a mockery of me for not moving at all, so I simply turned around, Danced the samba instead.

"I can dance samba? How come I don't know?" I looked at the video in a daze.

When did I learn new skills?Dazai Osamu's dark cuisine also has this function?

What frightened me even more was that Osamu Dazai cooperated with me to change the style of music together. We were like double figure skaters, dancing around the dining table with wide open and closed, male and female steps staggered and danced blindly.

In the end, Osamu Dazai held my waist and spun three times in the air. I put one hand on his shoulder and the other hand held the skirt, making a perfect curtain call.

The headlight at the top of the living room shone directly on the top of the two of us, and the melodious tune slowly came to an end, and the picture was frozen.

There will be more later, do you want to take a screenshot first?My boss knows me too well, and asked very caringly.

"...Yes, I will use it as a computer screen saver." I covered my face and said with shame.

I admit that the shame of this picture is too high, but just like a sober person will not admit that the drunk person is himself, separated from his own identity, this composition is very in line with my taste, and my artistic soul has been aroused again .

For art, a certain sacrifice is worth it.

The dance is over, do you think it's over?Innocent.

After the curtain call, I saw myself in the video taking a step back, clasping my fists, looking solemnly at Osamu Dazai, and making a "please" gesture.

Osamu Dazai also took a step back, put his fist on his palm seriously, and nodded slightly to me.

The two old masters looked at each other, as if lightning flashed and thunder thundered in their eyes, and the bg painting style in the air suddenly changed.

"Wow, yah, yah, yah!" After a pause of two seconds, I yelled, my arms turned into two hot wheels, and I leaned back, "Monster, give me a stick from my old grandson!"

What!What's this!I held my face off the screen and screamed silently, turn it off!Turn it all off!I can't watch it anymore, I was so embarrassed that I dug out three rooms and one living room in the ground floor!If things go on like this, I can even be self-sufficient in the villa today.

"The official is so cruel that he really did this to my concubine." Dazai Osamu covered his face, and his tone was sad and euphemistic. The adult man who was more than a head taller than me didn't panic at all when he played, he was fake He wiped away his tears twice, and followed the script closely.

I was petrified in place, watching the screen for a while, the official and the concubine confided in each other, and for a while, Monkey King fought against the Bone Demon.

It's my fault, I shouldn't have chased the drama recommended by Qiaomei and Lin Lin with Osamu Dazai, just follow the drama, why are we so good at drama!

If this video gets out, Osamu Dazai and I should just stop being human and go back to the bottom of the sea with Fat Star to catch jellyfish. I have no face to face the folks in Yokohama.

Watching and watching, I became numb, and my heart gradually chased the big drama that I and Osamu Dazai performed together at three times the speed.Don't tell me, it's pretty good, there is no urine point in the whole process, a fast-paced exciting commercial blockbuster, and it's better to eat with popcorn.

Osamu Dazai and I, who were parched to the lines, died down in the end, and both collapsed on the chair. Due to hunger and deliriousness, he and I picked up the chopsticks hungrily, and ate again under my horrified eyes off the screen. Stewed pork blood with one chopstick.

No—what did you do to me yesterday!

"K——o!" With the sound effect of the one-hit kill game, Osamu Dazai and I fainted instantly, unable to get up again.

This tragedy caused by pig blood finally ended in pig blood itself.If there is no reliable information, I may still be kept in the dark, thinking that Osamu Dazai's food is just a bit unpalatable, but there is nothing serious about it.

But it turns out that the dishes he cooks can really eat dead people.

Let Osamu Dazai into the kitchen again I am a dog.An and Qianye, sober up, don't be fooled by beauty anymore!There is no good end to being a fool!

"It's great to be alive." I buried my face in my palm, almost moved to tears.

Compared with the almost lost life, side effects such as loss of appetite, pale face, and hoarse throat are not a big deal.

In the spirit of subtle revenge, I asked all to save the video files, delete all the shots of me leaving the country, and only keep the scenes of Dazai Osamu's "concubine" one by one.

It will be the source of happiness for the next year. Whenever I am so angry with Osamu Dazai that I vomit blood, I will take it out and have a look. It can effectively calm my unhappiness, and it can also fight depression. It is better than eating Xuanmai more on top.

It was getting late after cleaning up the tragedy in the kitchen, I took two stomach medicines with hot water with difficulty, and packed my schoolbag with a wandering mouth.Before going out, he covered Osamu Dazai, who was still in a coma, with a blanket, and conveniently pasted a post-it note saying "Remember to take medicine", and then went to the battlefield of study.

Because there were so many things to do this weekend, my homework was thrown out of my mind long ago. I stared at the blank homework book, and my heart was about to rob.

Ninzu-kun, who was robbed by me because I walked into the classroom one step ahead of Atobe-san, thank you for your (forced) helping hand, and I will repay you.

"Ninzu-kun," I threw the pen on the table, and I showed a smile that frightened the child, "Thank you very much for your homework. As a reward, I will contract all your homework for this week."

"There's no need for An and Sang, it's better for me to write the homework myself, after all, the final exam is coming soon." Yushi Ninzu moved and refused, "But it's good to lend me the notes."

"Okay." I nodded cheerfully.Have vision, boy.

Without Yukimura-kun's loving mother's care, I also learned to take notes by myself. The ultra-comprehensive key points of learning masters will take you to the top of the examination room in one fell swoop.

"Anhe," the long-silent Mr. Atobe suddenly knocked on my table, "I have a new idea—all paperwork in the tennis club is suspended during this period. Not participating in the event, it doesn’t look like it.”

I said "please tell me?" You are the boss, you have the final say.

"It's the end of the term, come and help me with tutoring for them." Uncle Atobe slapped his phone in front of me, and the red report card on the screen blinded my eyes.

All I saw was one line of numbers, and that one line nearly gave me cardiac arrest.

Jiro Akutagawa, 21 points in Chinese

Akutagawa-kun, seeing your thick eyebrows, big eyes, and honest appearance, I thought you were at least better than your brother, but now it seems that the difference is not too far.

"I understand that such a difficult challenge can show my strength." Looking at Mr. Atobe exuding the brilliance of money, I nodded solemnly, "I accept your commission."

No matter you are an elementary school chick or a real scumbag, there are no students who cannot be taught well by Teacher An He, just let them come!

The author has something to say about Qianye Cilang, I thought you were at least a little better than your brother, a dropout, but I really disappointed the teacher.

Akutagawa Jiro's brother Akutagawa Ryunosuke? ? ?

When will you have an extra brother?Don't cheat on your relatives!