I'm surviving in a love game

Hoshimiya Shiori leaned over and glanced at Ms. Haruno's mobile phone screen. The current time has passed more than ten minutes since Fukuzawa Yukichi sent the message.

Fortunately, it's not too late, they still have time to prepare.

"Speaking of which, it's the first time I've been invited to the Armed Detective Agency by Your Excellency Fukuzawa."

A familiar voice came from outside the door through the not-so-thick wooden door.

Wait, so fast? !

She had checked the distance between the detective agency and the hospital before...

But it is also possible that Fukuzawa Yukichi thought of sending Miss Haruno a message after leaving the hospital for a while, but this is obviously not within Hoshimiya Shiori's expectations.

"Ah, uh, put him first—" In a panic, she thought of Chuya, who had been standing by the side all the time. Because of his height, he was blocked by other members of the detective agency, so Hoshimiya Shiori couldn't find him in the first place. Now There is no other reason for Mori Ogai to visit, it is definitely for Chuya Nakahara, who has supernatural powers.

However, Shiori Hoshimiya was only halfway through her words when the door was completely pushed open from the outside, and Fukuzawa Yukichi who was wearing a dark green kimono and a dark brown divination suit, and... wearing a white coat A middle-aged man with a beard.

Through Miss Haruno's news just now, everyone in the detective agency also knew the identity of the person who will come back with their president, but they never expected that it would look like this.

"It's really grand. Did everyone come out to greet him? Maybe it's because I'm dazzled, as if I saw an old acquaintance."

Even though the appearance is no different from that of an ordinary decadent middle-aged man, when he spoke, the strange tone pulled the already tense atmosphere down again, and the atmosphere was already on the verge of collapsing, Mori Ou The expression on the outside still showed ease, and his eyes slid across the faces of everyone, and finally settled on Osamu Dazai who had already discarded the black trench coat and was only wearing a white shirt.

The latter returned the same smile, and the expressions of the two were identical from a certain angle, but just by looking carefully, one could find traces of learning Mori Ogai from Osamu Dazai.In order to avoid further intensification of the situation, the topic must be diverted to other places, and the ideas of Fukuzawa Yukichi and Hoshimiya Shiori coincided at this moment.

Under the direction of Fukuzawa Yukichi's eyes, she raised her left hand in a tacit understanding and gestured for the president's office. Go get you some tea."

"Everyone, go back to your place." After Hoshimiya Shiori's voice fell, the rest of the detective agency also returned to their desks.

The atmosphere returned to calm, but not everyone followed Hoshimiya Shiori's suggestion, and some people stayed, including Ranpo and Osamu Dazai.

Ranpo is understandable, but Osamu Dazai...? ?

Wake up, big brother! !Now that you have defected, are you still standing so frankly in front of your former boss with smiling eyes, afraid that you don't have enough hatred? !

If Osamu Dazai understood Hoshimiya Shiori's heart, he would definitely... No, he would still choose to stay where he was, still smiling so weakly.

"Then please Dazai and I go to the tea room to prepare tea," Hoshimiya Shiori glanced at Mori Ogai's indifferent Luanbu, and added a sentence by the way, "Then prepare some snacks. What do you think, Mr. Bu?"

"Well, it's okay." Ranpo nodded, and only then did she look away from Mori Ogai. Hoshimiya Shiori was not sure if Ranpo could fully understand what she meant. After all, in her opinion, even though Ranpo was A gifted genius with a high IQ, but at the same time with a high IQ, there is also a sense of cognitive ambiguity about the subconscious meaning of other people's words.

The little detective who was being worried by Shiori Xinggong lowered his eyes in disorder, closed his dark green pupils, turned back and walked to his desk, and did not forget to say to Shiori Xinggong, "Remember to prepare a copy of the dessert and send it to me." The detective here."

Huh, thank goodness.

Mori Ogai seemed to pass his gaze over Hoshimiya Shiori unintentionally, and then said lightly, "Your Excellency Fukuzawa is really thoughtful."

Barely surviving the turmoil just now, Xinggong Shiori stepped on the top cabinet in the tea room, took out a box of tea from it, and broke off the lid that was tightly closed. Her hands were a little sore, and she took out the With a small spoon set aside, scoop up a spoonful of tea leaves.

"Bring me two more teacups." She didn't turn her head, but she knew that Osamu Dazai's attention had been swirling around her.

So what was the purpose of everything he did just now?Another of his usual, favored temptations?

In Xinggong Shiori's cognition, Osamu Dazai is always inseparable from temptation. The closer you are to him, the more you will be tempted. He will often step on your bottom line with an irresistible smile. Never-ending temptation, once you show even a little bit of impatience, he will whisper "Sure enough" in his heart, and then use it as a strong evidence, triumphantly say "Look, your emotions That's all."

This is the problem that needs to be faced when attacking Osamu Dazai, and it is also the biggest problem. When Shiori Hoshimiya realized this, she realized——

As a mortal, I am far from capable of saving Osamu Dazai.

Most of the players who went on to attack Osamu Dazai boasted that they had the ability to save everything, but they all forgot that what they wanted to save was not decadent or simple and pure people.

The object of their rescue is Dazai Osamu, also Abyss.

Tired of the temptation, Hoshimiya Shiori reluctantly endured the familiar boredom in her heart.

She had two more ceramic teacups at hand, poured the tea into it, and then filled it with warm water.The fragrance of tea wafted from the small tea room, lingering on the tip of her nose, the fragrance slightly dilutes a little bit of boredom, so let's prepare wagashi for dessert, um...it seems that there is still the thick dim sum I bought last time, Send it to Luanbu later.

Hoshimiya Shiori, who thought everything was ready, put everything on the tray. When she came back to her senses, she saw Dazai Osamu half leaning against the door frame, with the corners of his eyes drooping. At a glance, he could actually read a bit of fragility from his body.

Ah... here it is again, this feeling, this déjà vu feeling.

It's like the expression he used to put on every time he danced wildly on his bottom line, and the former self would always sigh inwardly, but he still smiled and forgave helplessly.

After all, the Osamu Dazai line had been selected at that time, and her obsessive-compulsive disorder made her have to start and end every line.

But now...

"Sorry to let me out, I have to deliver the tea first." She held the tray and smiled politely.

The author has something to say:

Got it, Dazai, don’t make it, the HE line has already been made into BE for you.

Be silly, I will update it! !