Port Mafia Play House

Neptune's ship capsizes as soon as it is said to capsize.

On the eve of the summer festival, Osamu Dazai's schedule was suddenly empty.

Hong Kong is still in a period of turmoil, and there are many people and few things. Mori Ougai got the benefit of August's supernatural ability, commanded him to work around, and Zhongya went to participate in math tutoring. Odasaku lived a busy social animal life as always.

In the end, the most idle person in the family turned out to be Osamu Dazai who was ordered by August to "enjoy" campus life.

In the middle of the night, the stars are twinkling above the head, the roadside stalls pulled by carts, the yellow linen flags at the corners, and the drunken adults are carried by the wheels, and the crisp sound of knocking on wooden boards can be faintly heard in the distance.

Osamu Dazai was wandering the street bored, and accidentally ran into an acquaintance.

"Eh—is it Dazai-kun?"

Osamu Dazai followed the voice and saw that the speaker had orange hair similar to Nakaya, and his height was basically the same.

"Ah..." he was surprised, "Hinata?"

Xiangyang Hinata, studying at Yukigaoka Middle School in Miyagi Prefecture, is the president and... the sole member of the Men's Volleyball Club.

Avid volleyball fan.

When Hinata Xiangyang saw him, his eyes lit up: "It's really you, what a coincidence Dazai-kun!"

"Thank you for what happened last time! If you hadn't shown me the way, I would definitely not be able to find the venue for the competition—by the way, how is your friend now?"

"Are you still playing volleyball? Height is not a problem, don't give up! It can be seen that he is still very enthusiastic. When we practiced together last time, his smash was really hard..."

Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally remembered the words he used to lie to him last time.

Zhong also gave up his volleyball dream because he was not tall, hoping to inspire him...

——Can you not be ruthless?

When that dwarf smashed, he probably imagined it as his head.

Hinata Xiangyang was unaware of his thoughts, and was still describing the details of the last training in detail, the more he talked, the more excited he was.

"Then he jumped so high, I've never seen a person with such a strong jumping ability!" Hinata Xiangyang was full of enthusiasm, "So I increased the amount of training when I went back, and I will see him next time! I must Challenge him!"

Osamu Dazai: "..."

No... This doesn't seem to be something that can be solved by increasing the amount of training?

He smiled politely: "That's it, but it's a pity that Chuya decided to give up."

Hinata Xiangyang was very regretful: "Really... I thought we could meet each other on the field."

"But it's okay!" The orange-haired boy quickly raised his smiling face, his light brown eyes sparkled, "Do you want to eat Oden, Dazai-kun—I treat you!"

Anyway, there was nothing wrong, so Osamu Dazai simply let him go.

The oden soup was mellow and clear. Osamu Dazai ordered a few skewers of fish balls and crab sticks, and Hinata Xiangyang ordered chikuwa, kelp and squid rolls.

The boy put down the menu and yelled familiarly.

"Boss, as always, one bottle per person!"

The boss with a headband ordered - two bottles of ice-cold glass soda.

The transparent glass beads are stuck in the mouth of the bottle, and the liquid that reflects the psychedelic colors floats up and down.

The two chatted while eating.

"So, you came to Yokohama chasing the race all the way?"

"That's right!" Hinata Xiangyang bit the freshly boiled bamboo sticks and breathed hotly, "I played a lot of games! Although many of them are just &%￥% of the number of people..."

The last time Hinata Xiangyang came to Yokohama was half a month ago.

The new year's member recruitment plan of the Men's Volleyball Club has failed again. So far, the only member is himself, and it is another summer vacation that has nothing to do with official competitions.

The school's sports field is full of basketball and football, and the usual training is ignored. It is impossible to mix in the women's volleyball team to play official games.

Quan and Guan Xiang are both preparing for the summer conference of their respective departments. They have been catching the ball against the wall alone for several weeks, and Hinata Xiangyang's desire for the game has intensified.

Accidentally saw an offline friendly match organized by volleyball fans on the Internet, the orange-haired boy counted his private money, and resolutely got on the Shinkansen to Tokyo.

——And then managed to get lost on the streets of Yokohama.

Fortunately, I met Osamu Dazai who was playing truant.

But this experience also brought him new inspiration.

Since there are no games to play near home, he can go out to play games!

So as soon as the summer vacation was over and he greeted his family, Hinata Xiangyang embarked on a volleyball journey while looking for matches on the Internet and working around.

"I know a lot of people!"

He swallowed the soft bamboo wheel in two or three bites, turned his head with a big smile, and gave a thumbs up.

"It's great to choose to come to Yokohama! This should be the happiest summer vacation I've ever had!"

Bright incandescent light bulbs hung beside the stall, and the bright white spots were reflected in the boy's brown pupils, as if some luminous body was hidden inside.

"yes……"

Osamu Dazai stirred the soup in the paper cup casually with a bamboo stick, and he felt light and doubtful from the corner of his vision.

It's that look again.

It was a look he couldn't understand.

He went to school like August said, he took exams, he did stupid things, but it still felt like stepping into the world.

He is here, but he is still out of tune with the world.

why?

Why can they have such eyes?

In this world, what is it that attracts them?

What is it that lights the candles in their hearts?

"Volleyball..." Osamu Dazai tilted his head, and the corners of his eyes showed a hint of laziness, "Is it really that interesting?"

"Well...how should I put it?" Hinata Xiangyang scratched his head and muttered, "Actually, it wasn't always that interesting."

"It's really frustrating when I can't recruit people. I practice against the wall so lonely that I'm about to die. Even if I jump very high, I will still be blocked by tall opponents..."

He hissed and bit the ball in his mouth, and sighed while chewing.

"When I lost the game, I was really not reconciled. I dreamed of winning the opponent. When I made a mistake on the court, my hand would shake for 10 minutes."

"Sometimes I also wonder if I am so short, am I not suitable for this job."

"How tall will I grow in the future? No matter how hard I try, will it be useless?"

Hyuga Xiangyang stopped and solemnly put his hands on his lap.

He said, "But..."

Dazai: "But?"

The orange-haired boy is confident.

"However, volleyball is different!"

"Whether it's basketball or football, as long as there is a good enough star player, you can lead the team to victory—but not volleyball."

"No matter how good a player is, he can't touch the ball continuously. One time...a person can only touch the ball once! If you want the ball to never hit the ground, and you want the game to keep playing, even Amaterasu God, you need to have excellent teammates."

Hinata Xiangyang raised his head, clenched his hands in front of him, and his eyes were bright.

"So, even if it's me like this, it must be okay!"

"Although there is a very high wall in front of me, I still can't help but feel excited when I jump up."

He stretched out his hand forward and murmured.

"When you serve successfully, when you score points in the opponent's hands, when the ball hits you, when you feel the spin, and when you jump up—in the air, when you see the gap on the opposite side."

"On the other side of the wall, above the sky, what kind of scenery is that?"

"What a person cannot see, the scenery beyond the wall."

"As long as there are five people, they will definitely be able to see it."

"I believe so."

"Sure enough..." He grinned, "If you think about it this way, you will feel very excited!"

The person on the opposite side didn't speak for a long time, Hinata Xiangyang withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly.

"Sorry... I accidentally said too much." He realized his gaffe, and his face turned red, "Ahhh, just pretend you haven't heard of it! Dazai-kun!"

There was a chuckle in front of him.

"No..." Osamu Dazai frowned, as if even his expression softened, "Perhaps, you are right."

he thinks……

The world is really broken.

Different ages, different experiences, different occupations, different positions.

The world in everyone's eyes is different, even diametrically opposed.

He may understand a little bit why August wants him to go to school in a regular manner.

If you are alone for too long, the world will become as if only you see it.

Instead of fighting the cold, try to blend in with it.

After all, how do you find hope in despair?

Osamu Dazai looked at the front absently, and bit off the tender crab sticks stuck on the bamboo sticks.

"Hey..." he said, "Xiangyang will play an official game in the future, right? The scenery on the other side of the wall - when you can see it, remember to call me along..."

Hinata Xiangyang was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled from the bottom of his heart.

He nodded heavily.

"Well! For sure—see you then!"

"Ah, Dazai! Let's exchange line addresses..."

The young man was chattering excitedly. In the star-studded night sky, there seemed to be a sliver of silver light, a thin spider's thread, and something was lightly connected to this land.

Zhong also finally passed the school's make-up exam smoothly, although at the same time, he also got a piece of brown candy that couldn't be shaken off.

"Ji! Tian! Chun!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also poured the thick egg into August's plate, and looked at the black-haired boy eating his breakfast like no one else, with a cross appearing on his head.

"Who let you come into my house without authorization!?"

He took a deep breath and said in disbelief.

"And that's the tenth floor, the tenth floor? How did you get in through the window? What about the anti-theft mechanism at home?"

"Ah..." Yoshida Haru took out a bag of crackling hidden weapons out of nowhere, and complained in horror, "Chuya, are you talking about this--your house is too scary! Who will be at the entrance?" Press so many deadly organs!"

"What if the housecleaner accidentally dies by opening the window!?"

Central Plains Chuya:?

As an ordinary person, you who can hide all these things and put them away are the scariest, right?

What are you so afraid of?