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"Hahahahaha." The orange-haired boy, who specially isolated the air around him, finally saw the mackerel fish fried in red pepper and burst into a big laugh.

"Emotionless machine, you treat me very badly."

"You doctors, treat everyone equally."

Osamu Dazai felt as if he was being targeted.

'Ah Choo'.

Chili is really unacceptable. It is really hard to imagine why Oda likes spicy curry.

The cream curry is not fragrant, and the tomato sirloin curry is not delicious.

'Ah Choo'.

"Now I'm not a doctor, nor an emotionless machine." The little doctor put away the fried chili oil.

Osamu Dazai didn't dare to get close to Saitama, thinking that the chili oil in his hand hadn't been sealed yet.

The fried chili oil is not particularly spicy, and it can be stored for a long time if it is sealed well.

Qiyu took out his wallet, settled accounts with the middle-aged man with the lid, and bought all the peppers and ready-made chili oil.

The sudden extra boy was wearing a black suit that didn't match his age. His thin body was completely different from that of an adult male, but he had the same aura as an adult.

But when he was trying to touch an opened bottle of white wine, the little doctor said lightly: "Mr. Dazai, I am a doctor now."

Doctor = horror.

The last time I was forced to lie in a hospital bed and could only drink porridge was still vivid in my memory, and I couldn't forget it at all.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand and looked up at the sky.

In fact, there are not many things that the orphanage needs help with. With the help of Zhongyuan Zhongye, it is completely busy before the afternoon is over.

Osamu Dazai didn't even have a chance to do it.

When leaving, the children all came out to say goodbye, Qiyu didn't see the two special boys, he turned his head to look at Dazai Osamu, and realized something in his heart.

Taking advantage of the fact that there is still some time before dark, and some shops are not yet closed, Qiyu plans to choose a new stove.

When buying a stove when the economy is tight, the ratio of the price is naturally higher. Now Saitama is almost in charge of the entire clinic by himself, and there is a special salary paid by Mori Ogai. I have already saved a little money, so I can be a little extravagant Then all of a sudden.

It's just that there are many high-quality stoves, and Saitama is almost picky.

"I'll buy one for you." Dazai Osamu looked at the young man tangled in looking at several stoves that were almost completely indistinguishable, wandered back and forth, and discussed with the little man in a low voice.

The little dwarf nodded seriously, pretending to understand.

What does he know.

Born to be barren and tyrannical, he was elected as the king of sheep by the teenagers.

"Hey, emotional machine, I'll give you a stove, the best and most expensive one here!" Osamu Dazai decided.

"These are the best ones, and they shouldn't be easy to blow up." Saitama wanted to buy them himself, and didn't want Osamu Dazai to give them such expensive things.

But Osamu Dazai was already clutching his wallet, rushing to pay.

But Zhong Yuanzhong was not so happy, "Mackerel, who told you to meddle in your own business."

Do you know that the money will be deducted from his pocket money, so much money, I don't know how long it will be deducted.

"I, would, would."

The dwarf looked very funny carrying the huge stove.

"Hello!" Zhong Yuanzhong was still feeling sorry for his pocket money.

"Let's invite Mr. Dazai to have dinner together." Saitama said while pinching the wallet.

The stove is a very expensive gift, so the money that cannot be spent cannot be saved with peace of mind.

What's more, between friends, there must be contacts.

Zhong Yuanzhong was even more unhappy, but did not refute.

The fruit wine hidden in the residence obviously needs to be hidden in a more secret place.

Back in the small house, the three teenagers studied around the stove.

A genius boy can always see through the secrets hidden by others at a glance, see some clues that ordinary people can't find, and even strategize to achieve important events.

But the stove installation stumped them.

This kind of stove looks square and square, as if it can be embedded on the balcony, but the inside is indescribably complicated.

"You guys back off, I'll do it myself." Qiyu rolled up his sleeves.

The boy whose hair looks fluffy but is actually very sparse moved the stove with great effort, and took out many tools to install it as if by magic.

Got weird dust all over my hair and clothes, but the installation went super smooth.

Put the kettle filled with cold water on it, turn the knob, and there will be a light blue flame on the stove.

"Success."

"Hurry up and wash your hair, I didn't wash it yesterday."

"There's still plenty of vinegar."

Nakahara Chuya stepped forward and was busy, preparing to wash Saitama's hair before everything and even dinner.

Mackerel stayed in the room, resting his chin on one hand and looking at the busy little man, rarely speaking.

Mix the boiled hot water with cold water to turn it into warm water, and rinse the thinning hair.

The wet hair looks less, and the bald piece can't be covered at all. It still looks white, and no new hair grows out.

There are actually new hairs growing slowly in other parts of the scalp. Although it can't keep up with the speed of shedding, it is still growing at least. But the bald part seems to be really sick, and it seems that it is extremely difficult to cure.

"Hey, that kid in the orphanage, do you want to rescue him?" Osamu Dazai looked away and turned to look at the dirty wall even after washing.

When I bought the stove, I also bought wallpaper, but I haven't put it on yet.

"I want to save him." Saitama lowered his head and let the boy rub his hair. "But it's very difficult."

Edogawa Ranpo reminded him that although he didn't make it very clear, Saitama at least knew that if the little boy in the orphanage wants to leave, there must be a chance.

Just like the specific plot in the development of certain events, it cannot be changed, otherwise the whole event will become unrecognizable.

"Simple."

"Crossing the sea with the sky hidden, keeping Chen Cang in the dark."

Let everyone not know about it, even the little boy himself.

In that case, nothing has changed.

"Let's find a way together." Saitama pinched his nose, and his voice changed.

"Did the water flow to your face?" Zhong Yuanzhong also became a little nervous.

I have helped wash my hair more times, so I should be very experienced, and I won't easily get water on my face again.

"It's okay." Saitama blinked.

After washing his hair, Nakahara Nakaya wiped Saitama's head with a towel.

Qiyu sat obediently on her knees, holding a small mirror half the size of a palm to look at her eyelashes.

The eyelashes are a little thinner than before, but fortunately, new ones will grow from the place where they fell off, but the growth is a bit slow and cannot keep up with the speed of falling off.

Wipe off the moisture on the hair, and Zhongyuan also went to clean up the dirty water and wet towel.

There are also hairs that fall out in the water, and there are a few sporadic hairs on the towel, but the number is a little less than the day before yesterday. I didn't wash my hair yesterday, so the number can't be compared, but at least it has decreased a little.

Dinner was very simple, and Osamu Dazai rarely took out the fruit wine hidden by the little man who had already sneaked to know the situation.

Before going to bed, Qiyu insisted on doing a push-up, and after half of the task in his impression, he was ready to go to bed.

"Now four people know about this matter." Nakahara Chuya suddenly said, "This matter itself is no longer a secret."

"I asked Mr. Dazai to tell Mr. Mori for help."

What Osamu Dazai said about "crossing the sea and concealing the truth" is contradictory in itself.

The secret of wanting to rescue the boy has been known, and it is no longer a secret.

But Saitama didn't want to stop there, he wanted to succeed.I couldn't think of a way for a while, and it was useless to go to the orphanage.

Just following the usual itinerary and going to the clinic to watch, Qiyu was still a little absent-minded.

For several days he did not dream.

The girl in the dream will naturally not appear.

Saitama went outside the orphanage with Chuya Nakahara after get off work. After seeing the damaged farmland and the traces left by the killed livestock, he took the initiative to help clean up the farmland.

Although the slaughtered livestock looked bad, Saitama bought them at a slightly higher price.

It is very troublesome to deal with the big livestock, in order not to waste, it must be dealt with bit by bit.

Zhong Yuanzhong also helped.

The orange-haired boy who had never dealt with raw meat or even internal organs had a white face and his usually strong body was trembling slightly. He couldn't wait to escape and stay away from these strange and intoxicating smells, but he forced himself to stay.

"Tell me about your dream." Nakahara Chuya said.

Saitama has mentioned that he has a dream and has something to do with Atsushi Nakajima in the orphanage, but he has not mentioned the specific content of the dream.

"Very strange dream."

No matter how much time has passed, Saitama still remembers every detail of the dream.

The piece of paper with the name 'Atsushi Nakajima' appears in my mind from time to time.

"Girl?" Zhong Yuanzhong also caught the point, "What does it look like?"

"very gentle."

"very beautiful."

"The power is great. I don't know if it is a supernatural power, but it can help Atsushi Nakajima control the supernatural power."

"Wearing a nice uniform."

"The hair is thick and shaggy, long and beautiful."

The girl in the dream seemed careless, but she discovered the matter between Baihu and Saitama almost as soon as she appeared, and quickly brought Baihu back to his senses, and even gave the white paper with her name to him. He keeps.

The girl knew that she couldn't show up all the time, so she still made the most correct choice in such a fast situation.

Saitama had to think about these things countless times before he figured it out.

He was really stupid.

"Pretty?" Nakahara Zhongya caught the point again.

What kind of boy is it that can make Saitama describe him as beautiful.

"It's the kind that looks particularly good-looking." Saitama felt that he was at a loss for words, and he could only think of a vulgar adjective like 'beautiful'.

"How beautiful?" Nakahara asked.

Saitama, who is short of words, can't describe it.

"You never dreamed of me."

"I don't know if the me in your dream is also so pretty."

I always feel that I will be compared to that girl who can't imagine what she looks like, and I have no confidence for some reason, and I don't know what's going on.

"You are right in front of my eyes, you don't need to dream."

"And you're a boy."

Why are boys more beautiful than girls?

"Why can't you compare?"

"They're all human."