King of 25 Cubs

I tried to chase after him, but Kise grabbed me by the collar of my back.

"No matter how fast you run, you can't catch up with the locomotive."

He said helplessly, "Xiao Yuka, why don't you ask me about my ideal type?"

I blinked my eyes: "Kise Huang said it before, I like girls who don't restrain themselves."

His amber eyes sank slightly, he looked at me intently, and said, "My ideal type is Yuka."

The system began to read its doggerel again:

【A good horse never turns back, but a prodigal son wants to find a bald man...】

Hearing Kise's confession suddenly, my face was stiff at first, but when I heard the word "bald", my eyes suddenly became sharp.

"To shut up."

I thought for a while, then raised my head and said to Kise, "Kise-kun, actually—"

"Because Oyuka is pretty."

Huang Lai suddenly interrupted me, and when he spoke again, it was a little more pretending to be frivolous:

"Who doesn't like pretty girls? Yuka is obviously very good, isn't she? You are the ideal type for many boys, so you can be proud and confident, like today's counterattack against classmates and teachers , you did a great job."

[This boy is very smart, and he is also very good at observing words and emotions. 】

The system sighed.

[No wonder you can break into the modeling circle, this kind of highly competitive industry, just having a face is not enough. 】

Yes, he instantly turned the confession into encouragement, making it impossible for me to say no again.

I could only scratch my hair, and murmured: "Uh, thank you for the compliment."

"Your neighborhood is in front of you." Kise tilted his head and gave me a wink, "Come on, Yuka."

I blinked: "Did you eat? I invite you."

I suddenly felt a little hungry. I threw the chow mein and bread bought in the cafeteria at school, and I haven’t had lunch yet.

Kise was stunned for a moment: "Hey, does Yuka want to treat me to dinner?"

"As a thank you for standing in front of me today and speaking for me." I tapped my palms: "The uncle next door opened a western food restaurant. Although most of the food is terrible, the spicy curry is a must!"

The uncle who can make spicy curry opened a shop next door to my house. He is about 50 years old, has a beer belly, is a little bald, and when he smiles, there will be pleasant smile lines at the end of his eyes.

It is said that he used to be a soldier.

"Welcome... Yo, isn't this Yuguoguo? I haven't seen you for over a month."

The uncle was standing behind the bar in a yellow apron, he greeted me with a smile, his eyes fell on Huang Lai again, and his tone was full of gossip: "Who is this?"

"Kise-kun, he is my classmate."

I took Kise to sit in front of the bar, put my hands together, and looked at the uncle expectantly: "I'm still the same, Kose, how about you?"

"Just like Yuka-chan."

"Okay, wait a minute!"

Our food was brought to the table 10 minutes later, and the uncle also provided two bowls of miso soup and a plate of pickled radish.

As soon as I picked up the spoon, I heard a loud "boom" from upstairs.

I scooped up a spoonful of curry rice, blew on the hot air, stuffed it into my mouth, and said vaguely, "Uncle, the house upstairs is rented out?"

"Well, it's a father with five children, maybe you can see him in a while... Ah, here he is."

When I looked back, the man just looked at me, and after a moment of stupefaction, he recognized me and nodded at me.

Hey, isn't this the red-haired young man I met in the supermarket the day before yesterday?

By the way, not only did he have two children, but he actually had five? !

His wife is also great.

I saw him walking towards the bar, just about to say hello to this new neighbor, when I inadvertently caught a glimpse of the black-haired, handsome and slender boy standing at the door of the store, the words he wanted to say were choked in his throat .

Mrs. Mrs. Zaizhi? ! ! !

How could he appear here?Could it be that he found out that I was the one who kicked him into the water, and he wanted revenge on me?

I turned my body slightly, blocked my hand, and quietly grabbed the corner of Kise's clothes.

"Don't turn your head, continue to eat, pretend not to know them."

Kise had just fished Dazai out of the river the day before yesterday, so he might recognize Dazai's face.

Dazai will definitely notice if he shows any expression.

Huang Lai paused for a moment while holding the chopsticks, and then continued to eat as usual.

On the other side of the door, the bandaged boy looked over through the fumes from the restaurant, his exposed left eye was as black as an abyss, as if he had everything, and at the same time he seemed to have nothing.

He came towards me.

My breathing slowed down unconsciously, and I saw him pass by me, his eyes didn't fluctuate at all, like a stranger.

The boy sat down next to my neighbor, the red-haired man.

"Odasaku," he said.

Is the neighbor's name Odasaku?What a weird name, it feels like it's been cut down the middle.

It seemed that Osamu Dazai was not looking for me, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as the crisis of being exposed was over, I completely relaxed and listened to the two people talking while eating.

"The delicious curry you mentioned is this one."

The joyful and erratic voice of the young man came from a place not far or near.

"Well, the spicy curry made by the manager is great."

My neighbor said so.

Worthy of being my neighbor, so tasteful!

"Is it spicy? I can't eat spicy." The boy murmured, and suddenly turned his eyes to me: "Hey, did the lady order spicy curry too? Is it delicious?"

I froze for a moment, then nodded numbly: "It's super delicious."

"Is it spicy?"

I thought about it, and replied cautiously: "I think it's okay."

Dazai narrowed his eyes and smiled, for a moment, the gloomy aura on his body disappeared.

He laughed so hard that I got hairy all over my body.

"That's it, then I'll order this too." Dazai turned around in the swivel chair and raised his hand: "Manager, two spicy curries~"

Then he remembered something, and he added: "By the way, please add dish soap to my miso soup, thank you."

I:"……"

Apologize to Uncle's miso soup!

Odasaku hesitated for a moment, and advised: "This should not taste good."

Wait, is this a question of whether it's good or not?

"Eh?" The young man dragged his voice, dissatisfied: "You have never drank Odasaku, how do you know if it is good? Maybe it is unexpectedly delicious."

After finishing speaking, he leaned back slightly, and cue me again through Oda Tsukuru: "Do you think so, Miss?"

"..." I considered it for a while, and said solemnly: "I don't know if it's good or not, but I might spit bubbles after drinking it."

The boy was stunned, and then his eyes lit up suddenly, his face flushed with excitement: "This is so interesting, isn't it? I must try it!"

"Just be happy."

I said dryly.

When I was four years old, I didn't believe the nonsense that "watermelon will grow in the stomach after eating watermelon seeds".

This Mr. Osamu Dazai is 17 years old, and he still believes that drinking dish soap will make bubbles.

The shop manager, who is well-informed, did not express any shock at Dazai's words, but said kindly: "This shop does not serve this kind of miso soup."

"Eh—?" The young man dragged his voice, with obvious disappointment in his voice: "Then give me a can of crab meat."

He chatted with Odasaku for a while, and then started to talk about work matters, and he didn't seem to mind that there were two strange "ordinary" diners in the store at all.

I recalled the report I saw last night. One thing said, the port Mafia in Yokohama is indeed quite arrogant.

No wonder the government sent Mr. Ango undercover to monitor their actions.

"What's with that extra scar on your face?"

I heard my neighbor ask.

"You talk about this." Dazai pointed to the gauze on his face, and said, "The smuggling ship was found at the port the day before yesterday, and we were exchanging fire with the other party."

"Did you get hurt at that time?"

"No, when I went back, I found that the small river was very clear, which was very suitable for entering the water, so I jumped in." Dazai paused, his tone suddenly excited: "Do you know what happened, Odasaku?"

"what happened?"

"After I was rescued, I was kicked down again. My face was scratched by the stones from the embankment when I entered the water for the second time."

I was drinking soup, and I almost choked to death when I heard his words.

"Uncle, uncle, today's miso soup is too salty."

"Hey, did I put too much salt?" The uncle filled himself with a spoonful of soup and smacked his lips: "Well, it is indeed a bit salty. Let me change a bottle of juice for you."

"No, just give me a glass of water."

I shook my head and continued to listen to the two men.

"Although I still didn't die this time, I have to thank the person who kicked me into the water. She must have heard the call from the depths of my soul, so she made such a move that meets my inner needs."

The boy looked intoxicated, and said in an exaggerated tone like an aria.

Mr. Neighbor seems to have gotten used to Dazai's incongruity, so he didn't complain, but replied very calmly: "Then I really have to thank you."

"Yeah, so now I'm looking for the kind person who kicked me into the water all over the city. I want to send her a pennant, two sides! One side says 'Help others, the beauty of adulthood'; '."

Farewell, I can't stand your fountain of black waves.

"Hey, Ango isn't here. I heard that Mr. Mori sent him on a business trip. I'm really not used to the lack of a complaint."

Osamu Dazai propped his chin with one hand, talking boredly.

Odasaku: "Then there is no other way."

Hearing the name "Ango", I was instantly alert.

Wow, as expected of my boss, I can make new friends in hostile organizations just like Scotland.

Is it that the positioning of this "tucao job" seems a bit pitiful?

"He's the only one who doesn't have the dinner, so I feel a little lonely." Dazai tapped his palm: "How about this, let's put an iconic object with Ango's characteristics, and put a wine glass in front of this object, as if the three of us gathered together Together."

Oda Saku thought for a while: "Hmm... glasses? A suit? A briefcase?"

"We don't have these." Dazai spread his hands, "Why don't I draw portraits."

He asked the store manager for a piece of paper, picked up the pen and worked like a tiger, and finally folded the bottom of the drawing paper and stood it on the bar, not forgetting to put the wine glass in front of the portrait.

Regardless of how well the painting looks, this scene looks like a sacrifice to the dead, only a flower is placed on the wine glass. Hey!

I cast my eyes on the portrait very curiously, and quickly withdrew my eyes after seeing it clearly, unwilling to glance over there again.

This is probably a pair of fingers that have been kissed by Lord Hades. Otherwise, why is the painting of a good character like a curse?Taking it out can scare a child to tears!

Odasaku actually held his chin and watched carefully for a long time, and finally nodded in a serious manner: "Well, it looks like it."

I:"……"

Mr. Ango is too miserable.

Did he really not expose it?Didn't these two really do it on purpose?

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao called,

When the phone rang, I saw the word "Boss" on the caller ID, and hung up the phone with a very complicated heart.

Within two seconds, Mr. Anwu called again.

I had a dark history of deliberately hanging up on Mr. Ango's calls before. I guess he thought I hung up on purpose this time because I didn't want him to find out.

But Mr. Ango, do you know that two friends from Mafia, the port next door, are sitting next to me, drawing your portrait and putting a wine glass in front of it?

I hang up again.

Now is not a good time to answer the phone. The distance between me and the two mafia is not too far. If someone with good ears hears Mr. Ango's voice, it means that I have exposed his identity.

Before I could mute it, the bell rang again, and Osamu Dazai suddenly glanced at me.

This glance was dim and difficult to understand, and the human fireworks under the kitchen failed to leave a trace of residual warmth on his body.

He opened his mouth.

The young man's voice was neither high nor low, and the speed of his speech was neither too fast nor too slow. He obviously still had a pleasant smile on his face, but somehow there was a sense of cold oppression.

"Miss won't answer the phone?"

The author has something to say:

感谢在2019-12-2418:00:00~2019-12-2618:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the countdown of the grade, the falling succession_1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles from the bottom of the grade;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!