In order to survive, I do many jobs

Fate, amazing.

From this day on, I have officially become Mr. Dazai's lackey... Bah, girls can't demean themselves like this, subordinate, I am Mr. Dazai's beloved subordinate!

As a subordinate of Mr. Dazai, my basic job should be to help him run errands, pay his bills, and help him deal with the aftermath. However, due to my "high-risk" supernatural ability, Mr. Dazai said that I can't just let me out to harm the world.

So my job became writing reports, writing reports, writing reports.

How come there are so many reports to write!My pupils quake.

Don't shake it, or you will be blind if you shake it again.

After I euphemistically expressed my request that my hand seems to be broken and please let me go, Mr. Dazai finally raised his head from his game console.

"Is it over so soon?" He asked me dissatisfied.

?Listen to what tiger and wolf words you are talking about!

What do you mean it will die so soon?I'm very durable!Don't slander my innocence!

I can write more reports in one day than you can in your lifetime!You bandage waste device!

Mr. Dazai, you are such a delicate and untouchable, you don't understand the suffering of civil servants at all.

Relying on my supernatural ability, I became familiar with Mr. Dazai's subordinates in just a few days. He accidentally let my little tricks go, and only warned me to clean up after the end and not to go to the people on other floors .

Thinking about it this way, Mr. Dazai's subordinates are really miserable, and they are the ones who are persecuted every time.

Small tricks are fine, but Mr. Mori can't if he finds out.

I don't know exactly how Mr. Dazai works. Even though I have taken root in his office, Mr. Mori doesn't pay any attention to me.I thought the boss would be alert to every abnormal behavior of Dazai-san.

Well, it doesn't matter, I don't like young girls.

I always feel that being trusted by the leader will also be oppressed miserably. For details, see Mr. Zhongya, a Hong Kong and black model worker.

Being familiar with Mr. Dazai's subordinates, I know some small gossips that would not be discussed in anonymous forums, one of which is Dazai Osamu, who is actually a fisherman.

Although Mr. Dazai was enslaved miserably by Mr. Mori during the pioneering period in Hong Kong, this lazy mackerel has been lying down happily ever since Mr. Nakaya was abducted.

Manual labor, Mr. Nakaya; field work, Mr. Nakaya; post-finishing, Mr. Nakaya; task report, Mr. Nakaya; oral report, Mr. Nakaya.

Miserable, in the Central Plains, miserable.

How many reports has Osamu Dazai written?Osamu Dazai doesn't know how to write a report at all!

Of course, I, a reliable subordinate, will not refute my wayward boss.

But my hand is really about to break QAQ

And... it's useless for him to ask for these reports, I feel that Mr. Dazai is just looking for something to do for me.

In order to be worthy of his salary?Hong Kong and black don't support idlers?

However, because of the many overtime reports that I have to work every day, Mr. Dazai will order my share when he orders supper at night. I have completed a major leap from one meal a day to four meals a day!

Although I didn’t grow much meat, my body consumed much more energy than before after I died once, and my weight was precariously hanging on the line of malnutrition.

"I've eaten so much, like a pig, how can I not grow any meat?" Mr. Dazai looked at me with the eyes of a farmer looking at a sick and weak piglet, with subtle anger in his disgust.

I'm sorry, I'm guilty of failing to live up to your expectations.

Crabs are so delicious, murmured.

After being disgusted by Mr. Dazai for not being long enough, he lazily picked up my report and glanced at it.

I'm not afraid of him watching, I'm super confident.

Before I came to work in Hong Kong, my Chinese was only at an ordinary level, and I couldn’t compare with Yukimura-kun, the master of composition with full marks. However, after Mr. Ango’s guidance and Mr. Dazai’s destruction, I made qualitative progress.

The accumulation of quantity is the source of progress, and it is the truth of accumulating steadily.

The reports that Mr. Dazai needs me to write are generally divided into two types, one is the logistics application for consumables, and the other is the summary of task reports.

The latter has nothing to say, it is purely Mr. Dazai looking for something to do for me, but the former is very knowledgeable.

As one of the five major cadres, Mr. Dazai's logistics application quota is extremely large. I was so envious that I ate lemons madly, and tears flowed from the corners of my mouth.

But Mr. Dazai's application is unusual... how should I put it, simple?

The entire sheet is full of bandages, bandages, bandages and bandages.

I was fortunate enough to memorize the full names of more than a dozen brands of medical supplies and the sizes of various bandages in one day.

Mr. Dazai said that changing bandages is like changing clothes. As many styles as JK has, he must have as many alternatives.

Delicate boy Osamu Dazai.

However, he seems to use only one type, Mr. Dazai's favorite brand, which is skin-friendly, waterproof, breathable and non-allergic, giving you the most intimate care.

Then why did he buy so many kinds?favorite?

Collection addiction does not distinguish between nationality and gender. I understand the joy of collecting stamps.

Anyway, it's not my money, you can do whatever you want, as long as you are happy.

Except for the bandages, bulletproof glass appears most frequently on the reimbursement form...

Yes, bulletproof glass.

My face was full of confusion, and I asked the seniors in the logistics department why my boss frequently applied for the maintenance of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Is it because he is so hated by others? Is there a sniper squatting in front of his window every day?

Then I am not very dangerous!How can I rest!

I want to apply for Work Injury Benefit.

"No, silly boy, why do you think so?" The sister in the logistics department answered me gently, "Mr. Dazai made it himself. He jumps off the building on average once a week."

On average, one jump and one floor a week.

"Yes, is it because of too much work pressure?" I looked horrified, "The port mafia is so harsh on its employees that even the cadre-level members can't bear it... Oh my god! This organization still has a way to make money ?"

Mori Ogai, the crumb of the crumb.

【It's Osamu Dazai's own fault, isn't he arguing for detergent every day? 】My boss comforted me, 【Cub, there will be a salary, the mafia can make money. 】

"I won't give it to me if I make money, tsk, I must be my own boss in the future, and let Mr. Dazai work for me." I clenched my fists tightly, and a raging fighting spirit emerged from behind.

【That's right, my cub, with ambition! 】

No matter how impractical I say, the father of the system will encourage me earnestly and will never be perfunctory. I love it so much.

After filling out a logistics application for reimbursement of bandages and floor-to-ceiling windows, I secretly added the two items of pen and paper and Bawang shampoo.

Miss logistics, love me again, you must pass the duck!

This is not private use of public funds!I am furious.

Pen and paper are normal consumption. I have written so many characters for Mr. Dazai, why should I apply for more!Because there are too many applications, what's the matter with taking home a little as a draft book!Think of it as supporting students' learning career.

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Not to mention Bawang shampoo, if I didn't work in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, how could I care about hair care at such a young age!

Not a single strand of my hair is missing.

Being forced to endure the pain that I shouldn't have at my age is really jealous of talent, I sigh deeply.

When I secretly added the reimbursement item for the first time, I was caught by Mr. Dazai, but after my careful analysis, this person was not only not angry, but was very happy to see the result, and signed his name with a big stroke of a pen. daimyo.

"Not bad, I like clever children." Mr. Dazai said briskly.

was praised.

Dazai-san likes his subordinates who are flexible.He is a very tricky man. He not only requires you to execute his orders perfectly, but also find more concise and flexible methods in his orders to please him.

Difficult to do, really difficult to do.

I'm just a clerical worker, and I have to carefully test his bottom line. As Mr. Dazai's direct subordinate, what should Akutagawa Ryunosuke do?

Ryunosuke Akutagawa, I only say the word iron once.

For him, I only heard his name but not his person, and heard a lot of gossip about him, but I have never seen this deity.Because he was sent out on a business trip, I probably won't meet him until a few days later.

I've heard he's a horrible, over-the-top butcher, and I don't know how he'll react to seeing me airborne.

A mad dog that doesn't bark, a black dog with a scary name.

It seems that Mr. Dazai hates dogs?You like him so much, why don't you give yourself a nickname that can be liked by Mr. Dazai.

King crabs that don't bark sound very domineering too!

Delicious and fun to consider.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, judging by his low IQ Yazi, [Schrödinger's [-]th Boy] will never lose.

But Akutagawa's younger sister, Xiaoyin, is really cute and cute, especially shy.I want to hook up with her so much, but I have been suffering from no chance.

Because Mr. Dazai will hardly let me leave him for a long time. When I go to work, I stay in his office. Except for sending the application to the logistics department, someone will bring me the lunch box at noon.

The part-time job is still done, but it has been changed to an hourly salary model.After Mr. Dazai got off work, I went to Lupin with him. He drank and I worked. After he finished drinking, my part-time job for the day was over. I packed up my things and left with him.

Because my home and the Hong Kong and Hei dormitories are on the same road, that part of the road will also go together, and he will watch me walk into the house.

The only free time is the little bit before going to bed, which I can control by myself.If I stay up late the next day I will be very sleepy, Dazai-san can see that.

It can be regarded as a state of semi-house arrest, and my attitude is unknown.

For the sake of salary and the fact that he doesn't seem to intend to take action on my student status, I can bend and stretch in order to save life points.

I don't think I'm dangerous at all. Is it necessary to watch so closely?

At eleven o'clock in the morning, I sneaked out of the house, my face ashen.

"What's the matter with today's supper? Woo, my stomach hurts." I cried, the medicine at home had expired long ago, I wrapped myself up tightly, and ran to the 24-hour pharmacy to buy digestive tablets.

Drugs, synonymous with expensive.

I whimpered and paid the money, feeling that my life point was gradually drifting away from me.

The auntie at the pharmacy kindly provided me with a cup of hot water. I gulped down the medicine and walked home feeling dizzy.

After taking the medicine, I will be very sleepy, I really want to sleep, and I yawn.

"Hey, miss, are you alone?" The gangsters who were several heads taller than me surrounded me, trying to trap me in the alley, and said jokingly, "It's boring to be alone, why not play with the big brothers."

In the dead of night, people's hearts are not ancient.

Although Yokohama is a dangerous city, is there still such a low-level gangster living in the jurisdiction of the port mafia?

I was a little confused, but because of the effect of the medicine, I was so sleepy that I didn't want to talk to anyone.

"Are you dumb? Speak up!" Seeing that I ignored them and hurt their weak self-esteem, the leading cockscomb impatiently reached out and pushed my shoulder.

Hey, I have a bad temper, do you understand the biggest truth of being a patient?

The power was launched quietly. I did not choose to affect the entire group, but targeted a few people in the team.

The people close to me and the people who harmed me were formally divided into two groups, and the rift was created.

I've said it all, I'm a master at playing with emotions, little brothers.

"Hey! She's my little sister, okay? It's too much of a bully!" Huang Mao raised his hand and punched him directly on the bridge of the nose of Ji Guantou.

"You've turned the world upside down, brat!" Ji Guantou had a nosebleed, and was furious, grabbing Huang Mao's collar.

Of the five people, only Huangmao was affected by my ability at first.

When he was about to lose, I added another little gray hair to help him.

Take it slow, bit by bit and control the dose, they all be damned, I won't put any of them.

Be my puppet, or my enemy.

Just like the girl who tried to bully me on campus, watching her friends abandon her one by one and get close to me, helpless and enemies everywhere.

You say, how hopeless it must be.

"Caught the sneaky kitten~"

A familiar male voice sounded behind me, and someone gently pressed my shoulder.

Human disqualification?It's no use just touching me, you have to go to the people I've influenced.I thought dully.

Ah, no, how could Osamu Dazai save them? Those people couldn't get into his eyes at all.

Did you deliberately choose to show up after the end of the matter?My system didn't alert me... well, it probably did, but my head was so dizzy that my tinnitus couldn't be heard.

"...have a fever?"

Before my consciousness disappeared, I saw that abyss-like unpredictable kite eye, which bent slightly.

The sky and night are all in his eyes.

What a beauty, this man.

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Qianye: King crab that doesn't bark, I can jio!

Zai: Well, it makes sense and is worth considering.

Although JieJia did not appear, the persecution will not be late.