The small house where I lived was not quiet for long, and soon people came and it became lively.
"Dun, how is the internship today?" Saitama was very concerned about the apprentice.
"Teacher, the people in the Armed Detective Agency are very nice. The president said that I can control my abilities with the help of his abilities after passing the trial of joining the agency."
"However, teacher, the books you sent are so difficult that I can't learn them."
Atsushi Nakajima was lying on the floor with his head pressed against the floor and his buttocks pouted, looking hopeless.
Although he went to the Armed Detective Agency, the fear of being dominated by learning still haunts him.
"You don't want to study medicine with me?"
"Teacher, I think."
"Then learn obediently."
"Well……"
Drilling into the deepest part of the closet, Osamu Dazai finally found the fruit wine hidden in Nakahara Nakahara from the innermost secret compartment, and slowly crawled out.
"A machine without emotions, you didn't even ask me nei."
He's also an intern at the Armed Detective Agency.
"Atsushi, how is Mr. Dazai doing?" Saitama really asked Dazai Osamu very quickly.
Osamu Dazai stepped forward and covered Saitama's sight with his body, preventing him from looking at Atsushi Nakajima.
The person involved is right in front of your eyes, so why ask someone else.
"Teacher, Mr. Dazai put a lot of salt in Mr. Kunikida's water cup, and asked Mr. Kunikida to drink coffee at the cafe downstairs. Mr. Dazai invited the maid in the cafe to die in love, and said that she was not as good-looking as Miss Yuko."
"The maid in the coffee shop said that if it wasn't for Miss Yuzi's face, she would definitely clean up Mr. Dazai."
"Ah, she also said that Miss Yuzi is really pretty."
"It's just a pity that Miss Yuzi was cheated by the scumbag."
The foolish apprentice foolishly talked about what he had seen and heard, and did not exaggerate and cover up some spring and autumn brushwork because the parties involved were all present.
"Mr. Dazai also said that Chuka is the biggest scumbag in Yokohama."
"A lot of people are convinced."
Atsushi Nakajima knew the truth, and he tried to explain it to Nakahara Nakaya, but it was obvious that those beautiful ladies and sisters would rather surround Osamu Dazai and talk with him than listen to the stupid apprentices.
Zhongyuan Zhongye's wind review was also victimized.
"Mr. Dazai." Saitama looked at Osamu Dazai.
This mackerel wandered outside for a day, and when he came back, he looked for the fruit wine that Zhongyuan Zhongya hid, and now he is studying to open it to eat and drink.
"A machine without emotion, what I'm talking about is the truth." Mackerel tried to argue.
In fact, the matter of "Zhongyuanzhong is also a big scumbag" has become an established fact in many people's minds.
But those people don't know the truth: Ms. Yuzi = Mr. Saitama.
"Mr. Dazai, you know it's me, so don't mislead others."
"They asked first, and I tried to explain it, but they didn't want to believe that the little man is a good person."
After all, everyone saw with their own eyes that the people around Chuya Nakahara had changed.
"Well, this is indeed a problem." Saitama quickly realized that only Osamu Dazai clarified it would not help, and many people were willing to believe the truth they saw with their own eyes.
After all, seeing is believing and hearing is false.
This matter seems simple, but it has quickly become complicated to the point where it cannot be explained in a few words.
When Nakahara Chuya came back and everyone had dinner together, Saitama still felt very sorry.
"Chuya, things haven't been fully explained yet."
"It's okay, I didn't take it too seriously."
Central Plains really didn't care much about it.
In the evening, Saitama untied her head scarf and took olive extract to wash her hair.
Nakahara Chuya ran over to help again.
"I'm bald now, just wash it myself."
"I'm ready to help you, otherwise I have nothing to do standing by."
The orange-haired boy who had been prepared for a long time insisted on helping, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Saitama's situation was improving rapidly.
"Saitama, new hair is growing back."
"It should be obvious tomorrow."
Faced with Nakahara Chuya's excited tone, Saitama didn't take it seriously.
In his memory, after he became bald, he would be bald forever.
However, in my memory, I didn't try to take care of my hair, or even didn't care about my hair at all, or I didn't care about it from beginning to end.
After washing her hair, Saitama shrank into the bed and quickly fell asleep.
I used to worry that I would be bald, and I was so worried that I couldn't sleep, but when I was really bald, I realized that those anxieties and worries were useless, and my whole person instantly became calmer.
Probably knowing that there was little hope, the whole person calmed down.
Saitama sat up abruptly, and subconsciously wiped his head.
He touched the obvious new hair, which felt a little prickly.
It's not an illusion!
Qiyu was stunned. Last night he felt that he might be completely hopeless, and he didn't need to wait for a miracle.
When Zhong Yuan Zhong also said those words, he just felt that the cohabiting teenager was comforting himself, and he didn't take it to heart at all.
Just why?
Is it because I am still young, so my hair can grow new after it completely falls out, or because this is not a no-man's land, no monsters appear frequently, or because I am not the Saitama in my memory, so I will Grow your hair back?
However, these explanations feel a bit far-fetched, and Qiyu can't even convince himself.
"what?"
Suddenly, Saitama remembered what Edogawa Ranpo said.
"Saitama, as long as you expect gods, there will be gods in this world."
"The world will respond to your expectations."
"Geniuses will gather around you, whether they are good or bad, they will be attracted to you."
"Because you are the benefactor of our whole world."
Edogawa Ranpo doesn't want to reveal his attitude every time, but when facing Saitama's pleading eyes, he will quickly remove his blessing and choose to prompt some ambiguous words.
Those words sound very important, but Saitama will always forget them quickly, and only occasionally when he thinks about them, he will have a moment of sobriety: the world will respond to him, and he is different from the Saitama in his memory , is unique to itself.
Suddenly, Qiyu seemed to understand.
He thought that if he was Saitama, his hair would definitely fall off, and when he would become bald, the world would respond to him, but when he was Miss Yuzi, wearing a wig with peace of mind, and dressed in an indistinguishable fashion, he would not Will insist that he is still Saitama.
So his hair went back to normal and started growing normally.
This discovery made Saitama excited and a little ashamed at the same time.It was all because of his own will and will. As a result, Nakahara Chuya was tossing about the folk remedies for hair loss every day, and even so many people in Yokohama contributed their hair.
But, he is still Saitama.
If he wasn't Saitama, who could he be?
Zhong Yuan also pushed open the door and came in, taking out a large cosmetic bag from the cabinet.
"Chuya, I seem to be back to normal." Saitama pointed to his head.
"En." Zhong Yuanzhong was also very happy.
But until the hair grows out completely and reaches a certain length, she still has to dress up as Miss Yuko.
Nakahara also opened the big cosmetic bag and took out various gadgets.
Saitama sat across from him, with his hands on his knees, and suddenly found that the patterns on the gadgets were different.
"What do these patterns mean?"
Saitama was still a little unaccustomed to facing the beautiful boy opposite him at such a close distance, so he had nothing to say.
"Several brand patterns."
"Mr. Sen gave it."
After learning that Miss Yuko reappeared, Mori Ogai quickly took out his private money and bought a lot of big-name cosmetics. There was a whole car full of them, and he planned to give all of them to Miss Yuzi.
However, Zhong Yuanzhong was also very picky. He only picked out some suitable ones with his cosmetic bag, and piled up the rest in the vacant office of the mafia office building.
"Mr. Sen feels that he has an extra daughter and is willing to spend money for her."
"But I don't intend to let him come to see you."
Just look at the photos, and I want to see Miss Yuzi.
"I don't want to see Mr. Mori either." Saitama couldn't understand Mori Ogai's different treatment.
His apprentice guarded the clinic, ran the cruise ship, and helped out a lot. Mori Ogai not only didn't appreciate him very much, he often sent huge bills, and even tried to attract Chuya Nakahara and Atsushi Nakajima. Uneasy kindness.
As a result, for Miss Yuko, Mori Ogai immediately took out his private money and bought so many things.
"Chuya, if you see Mr. Mori again, tell him: Miss Yuzi hates him!"
"it is good."
Nakahara took the tweezers and brought his eyelashes together in front of Saitama's eyes.
"Don't get so close."
The beautiful boy's enlarged face in front of his eyes, and his very pleasant smell made Qiyu want to kiss him a little bit.
"Get closer to see clearly."
"Hey, why are you kissing me?"
"You're too close."
Nakahara was blushing, and quickly brushed Saitama's face with a small brush, and when he saw him looking over, he quickly warned, "Don't come closer, or I'll back off."
"Which wig are you wearing today?"
"Change your clothes too. Will you be recognized as someone else when you go out later?"
Saitama was a little worried.
After putting on the wig and packing everything, Saitama went out with Nakahara Nakaya behind.
Strangely, everyone thinks that he is not Saitama, but even though his hairstyle has changed and his clothes have changed, everyone thinks he is still Miss Yuko.
When he arrived at the clinic, Saitama turned around and found that Nakahara Chuya hadn't left yet.
He lowered his head, not looking at Saitama, and his voice was so low that he could barely hear, "I warn you, you are not allowed to kiss others."
This kind of intimate thing can only be done by the two of them, and there is no room for a third person.
"Chuya, this kind of liking I have for you is the only one."
"Dun, how is the internship today?" Saitama was very concerned about the apprentice.
"Teacher, the people in the Armed Detective Agency are very nice. The president said that I can control my abilities with the help of his abilities after passing the trial of joining the agency."
"However, teacher, the books you sent are so difficult that I can't learn them."
Atsushi Nakajima was lying on the floor with his head pressed against the floor and his buttocks pouted, looking hopeless.
Although he went to the Armed Detective Agency, the fear of being dominated by learning still haunts him.
"You don't want to study medicine with me?"
"Teacher, I think."
"Then learn obediently."
"Well……"
Drilling into the deepest part of the closet, Osamu Dazai finally found the fruit wine hidden in Nakahara Nakahara from the innermost secret compartment, and slowly crawled out.
"A machine without emotions, you didn't even ask me nei."
He's also an intern at the Armed Detective Agency.
"Atsushi, how is Mr. Dazai doing?" Saitama really asked Dazai Osamu very quickly.
Osamu Dazai stepped forward and covered Saitama's sight with his body, preventing him from looking at Atsushi Nakajima.
The person involved is right in front of your eyes, so why ask someone else.
"Teacher, Mr. Dazai put a lot of salt in Mr. Kunikida's water cup, and asked Mr. Kunikida to drink coffee at the cafe downstairs. Mr. Dazai invited the maid in the cafe to die in love, and said that she was not as good-looking as Miss Yuko."
"The maid in the coffee shop said that if it wasn't for Miss Yuzi's face, she would definitely clean up Mr. Dazai."
"Ah, she also said that Miss Yuzi is really pretty."
"It's just a pity that Miss Yuzi was cheated by the scumbag."
The foolish apprentice foolishly talked about what he had seen and heard, and did not exaggerate and cover up some spring and autumn brushwork because the parties involved were all present.
"Mr. Dazai also said that Chuka is the biggest scumbag in Yokohama."
"A lot of people are convinced."
Atsushi Nakajima knew the truth, and he tried to explain it to Nakahara Nakaya, but it was obvious that those beautiful ladies and sisters would rather surround Osamu Dazai and talk with him than listen to the stupid apprentices.
Zhongyuan Zhongye's wind review was also victimized.
"Mr. Dazai." Saitama looked at Osamu Dazai.
This mackerel wandered outside for a day, and when he came back, he looked for the fruit wine that Zhongyuan Zhongya hid, and now he is studying to open it to eat and drink.
"A machine without emotion, what I'm talking about is the truth." Mackerel tried to argue.
In fact, the matter of "Zhongyuanzhong is also a big scumbag" has become an established fact in many people's minds.
But those people don't know the truth: Ms. Yuzi = Mr. Saitama.
"Mr. Dazai, you know it's me, so don't mislead others."
"They asked first, and I tried to explain it, but they didn't want to believe that the little man is a good person."
After all, everyone saw with their own eyes that the people around Chuya Nakahara had changed.
"Well, this is indeed a problem." Saitama quickly realized that only Osamu Dazai clarified it would not help, and many people were willing to believe the truth they saw with their own eyes.
After all, seeing is believing and hearing is false.
This matter seems simple, but it has quickly become complicated to the point where it cannot be explained in a few words.
When Nakahara Chuya came back and everyone had dinner together, Saitama still felt very sorry.
"Chuya, things haven't been fully explained yet."
"It's okay, I didn't take it too seriously."
Central Plains really didn't care much about it.
In the evening, Saitama untied her head scarf and took olive extract to wash her hair.
Nakahara Chuya ran over to help again.
"I'm bald now, just wash it myself."
"I'm ready to help you, otherwise I have nothing to do standing by."
The orange-haired boy who had been prepared for a long time insisted on helping, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Saitama's situation was improving rapidly.
"Saitama, new hair is growing back."
"It should be obvious tomorrow."
Faced with Nakahara Chuya's excited tone, Saitama didn't take it seriously.
In his memory, after he became bald, he would be bald forever.
However, in my memory, I didn't try to take care of my hair, or even didn't care about my hair at all, or I didn't care about it from beginning to end.
After washing her hair, Saitama shrank into the bed and quickly fell asleep.
I used to worry that I would be bald, and I was so worried that I couldn't sleep, but when I was really bald, I realized that those anxieties and worries were useless, and my whole person instantly became calmer.
Probably knowing that there was little hope, the whole person calmed down.
Saitama sat up abruptly, and subconsciously wiped his head.
He touched the obvious new hair, which felt a little prickly.
It's not an illusion!
Qiyu was stunned. Last night he felt that he might be completely hopeless, and he didn't need to wait for a miracle.
When Zhong Yuan Zhong also said those words, he just felt that the cohabiting teenager was comforting himself, and he didn't take it to heart at all.
Just why?
Is it because I am still young, so my hair can grow new after it completely falls out, or because this is not a no-man's land, no monsters appear frequently, or because I am not the Saitama in my memory, so I will Grow your hair back?
However, these explanations feel a bit far-fetched, and Qiyu can't even convince himself.
"what?"
Suddenly, Saitama remembered what Edogawa Ranpo said.
"Saitama, as long as you expect gods, there will be gods in this world."
"The world will respond to your expectations."
"Geniuses will gather around you, whether they are good or bad, they will be attracted to you."
"Because you are the benefactor of our whole world."
Edogawa Ranpo doesn't want to reveal his attitude every time, but when facing Saitama's pleading eyes, he will quickly remove his blessing and choose to prompt some ambiguous words.
Those words sound very important, but Saitama will always forget them quickly, and only occasionally when he thinks about them, he will have a moment of sobriety: the world will respond to him, and he is different from the Saitama in his memory , is unique to itself.
Suddenly, Qiyu seemed to understand.
He thought that if he was Saitama, his hair would definitely fall off, and when he would become bald, the world would respond to him, but when he was Miss Yuzi, wearing a wig with peace of mind, and dressed in an indistinguishable fashion, he would not Will insist that he is still Saitama.
So his hair went back to normal and started growing normally.
This discovery made Saitama excited and a little ashamed at the same time.It was all because of his own will and will. As a result, Nakahara Chuya was tossing about the folk remedies for hair loss every day, and even so many people in Yokohama contributed their hair.
But, he is still Saitama.
If he wasn't Saitama, who could he be?
Zhong Yuan also pushed open the door and came in, taking out a large cosmetic bag from the cabinet.
"Chuya, I seem to be back to normal." Saitama pointed to his head.
"En." Zhong Yuanzhong was also very happy.
But until the hair grows out completely and reaches a certain length, she still has to dress up as Miss Yuko.
Nakahara also opened the big cosmetic bag and took out various gadgets.
Saitama sat across from him, with his hands on his knees, and suddenly found that the patterns on the gadgets were different.
"What do these patterns mean?"
Saitama was still a little unaccustomed to facing the beautiful boy opposite him at such a close distance, so he had nothing to say.
"Several brand patterns."
"Mr. Sen gave it."
After learning that Miss Yuko reappeared, Mori Ogai quickly took out his private money and bought a lot of big-name cosmetics. There was a whole car full of them, and he planned to give all of them to Miss Yuzi.
However, Zhong Yuanzhong was also very picky. He only picked out some suitable ones with his cosmetic bag, and piled up the rest in the vacant office of the mafia office building.
"Mr. Sen feels that he has an extra daughter and is willing to spend money for her."
"But I don't intend to let him come to see you."
Just look at the photos, and I want to see Miss Yuzi.
"I don't want to see Mr. Mori either." Saitama couldn't understand Mori Ogai's different treatment.
His apprentice guarded the clinic, ran the cruise ship, and helped out a lot. Mori Ogai not only didn't appreciate him very much, he often sent huge bills, and even tried to attract Chuya Nakahara and Atsushi Nakajima. Uneasy kindness.
As a result, for Miss Yuko, Mori Ogai immediately took out his private money and bought so many things.
"Chuya, if you see Mr. Mori again, tell him: Miss Yuzi hates him!"
"it is good."
Nakahara took the tweezers and brought his eyelashes together in front of Saitama's eyes.
"Don't get so close."
The beautiful boy's enlarged face in front of his eyes, and his very pleasant smell made Qiyu want to kiss him a little bit.
"Get closer to see clearly."
"Hey, why are you kissing me?"
"You're too close."
Nakahara was blushing, and quickly brushed Saitama's face with a small brush, and when he saw him looking over, he quickly warned, "Don't come closer, or I'll back off."
"Which wig are you wearing today?"
"Change your clothes too. Will you be recognized as someone else when you go out later?"
Saitama was a little worried.
After putting on the wig and packing everything, Saitama went out with Nakahara Nakaya behind.
Strangely, everyone thinks that he is not Saitama, but even though his hairstyle has changed and his clothes have changed, everyone thinks he is still Miss Yuko.
When he arrived at the clinic, Saitama turned around and found that Nakahara Chuya hadn't left yet.
He lowered his head, not looking at Saitama, and his voice was so low that he could barely hear, "I warn you, you are not allowed to kiss others."
This kind of intimate thing can only be done by the two of them, and there is no room for a third person.
"Chuya, this kind of liking I have for you is the only one."
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