King of 25 Cubs

【Host, are you afraid that Osamu Dazai will recognize you? 】

I smiled wryly and shook my head: "That's not true, even if he recognizes me, he can't do anything to me. I haven't hurt him."

After a pause, I continued to explain: "And I treated him very well when I was a roommate."

I spend money every time, isn't that good enough?

"There was a time when I thought we were the same kind of person, I regarded him as my past self, even..."

Shocking bright red flooded in front of my eyes again, and I closed my eyes.

The sky seemed to be falling, and the cold rain covered the sky. I carried a black-haired boy who was about my height on my back, and trudged through the deserted streets.

I don't know what I stepped on, I staggered and slipped, the boy's head was weakly leaning on my shoulder, the skin against my neck was colder than the rainstorm, and the blood loss was paler than the moonlight, his eyes His inorganic eyes were darker than the night.

He whispered something in my ear angrily.

The rain melted into his blood, fell on my skirt, mixed with my tears that gushed out instantly and rolled into the ditch on the side of the road.

Those cold, slippery, but also hot blood, and the life that is about to wither...

I frowned in disgust, loosened my collar, and let out a breath of foul air slowly.

"It's not really a good memory."

【This is why you keep him at a respectful distance?Just because he left a psychological shadow on you? 】

"It's not because of that."

I took out the remaining half bottle of Coke in the refrigerator, put two wolfberries in the bottle, and sank into the soft sofa.

Deng Tuzi flew over and landed on my shoulder.

"Beauty, smile~"

I didn't smile, my eyes were dark, and after touching Deng Tuzi's small head, I said slowly to 007: "How much effort does it take to save a person? If I fail in the end, what kind of psychological gap will be created?"

In those years, I have seen too many reluctance and dying struggles, and I have also seen countless times of reluctance and reluctance.

"Life and expectation, these two things are too heavy, especially when combined into one. Now, I am most afraid of carrying such troubles. Since I don't have the consciousness to save others, then simply don't get involved too deeply."

007 was silent for a moment, then murmured:

【One person can't be saved, let alone...】

I suddenly tapped my palm: "Oh, I suddenly remembered the essential part of elementary school students' composition: after being sick, the mother carried the child to the hospital, and it was raining heavily outside. So—"

007: [So? 】

"Osamu Dazai owes me 'Mom'."

007:【……】

I leisurely took a sip of Coke, and suddenly spit it out.

"Puff—cough cough cough cough!!!"

I forgot that I had finished drinking the Coke, here is the bulk soy sauce I poured before!

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After going to school for the next few days, nothing happened, and the application for joining the military and police has been submitted, and I don’t know when I will pass the political review.

The teacher was giving lectures on it, and I was still fishing below.

This time the system didn't read limericks in my ear, and I could surf the Internet in a happy mood.

I recently added a netizen to a forum I often visit. This person is very knowledgeable and knowledgeable in conversation. Occasionally he gives me the feeling that I am talking to my master.

This netizen is Russian, he is half of my hometown, and he told me a lot about Russian customs.

His narration is simple and fascinating, which makes me yearn for the vast land.I decided to apply for a long vacation and travel to Russia after the undercover mission of the military and police is over!

[Good Russian: Your Excellency Fruit Ninja, are you a student now? 】

【Fruit Ninja: Yes, I'm a jk~】

— but not soon.

I secretly cursed.

[Good-hearted Russian: I recently formed a group, I wonder if you are interested in joining. 】

[Fruit Ninja: Which group? 】

[Well-meaning Russians: Mainly study literature and art, but there is no need to stick to it. I think the freedom of thought should not be restricted, and you can talk about anything in the world. 】

[Fruit Ninja: Yes, I want to add it! 】

[Good-hearted Russians: The group is called "Rats of the Dead House", and it is easy to find. 】

I stared at the group name and fell silent.

Hmm... Does this group name seem very dark?It's as if our group of friends are all big rats in the gutter.

But this is not a problem, right? In aesthetics, we only look at differences, not right or wrong.

And even if it's a mouse, I'm also Mickey Mouse~

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As soon as the lunch break bell rang, I ran to the cafeteria at a speed of [-] meters, and was super lucky to grab the last chicken leg.

"Ahem, ahem... is that chicken leg gone?" asked the boy standing behind me eating.

"No... eh?"

I saw the face of the boy behind me, and suddenly stopped talking.

Good, look good!

Among all the good-looking boys I have seen, he can be ranked Top3.

This boy happens to be the kind of slender and beautiful young man who fits my aesthetic perfectly—satin-like black and smooth semi-long hair; fair skin that is not as soft as Asians; The red plum petals are hidden; the purple eyes are like some kind of frozen berries. When he looked up, my lips and teeth seemed to be filled with a sweet taste.

The temperament of the young man added a lot of points to his appearance-too clean, like a handful of cold and moist snow scooped up from the deep mountains of the Siberian Plateau, clearer than crystal in the sun, more fragile than glass, from beginning to end They are all outside the world.

The moment I looked at him, my eyes seemed to be washed away.

"It's gone." The young man lowered his head, showing a slightly disappointed look in his eyes: "I'm late again... cough cough cough!"

He seems to be ill.

I looked hesitantly at the chicken legs on my plate, hesitated, and asked him, "Are you Russian?"

This boy gave me a rather familiar feeling, and I think it should be the blood from the same country faintly reminding me.

I've been really lucky recently. I met a kind Russian on the Internet, and I can meet another good-looking Russian in reality.

The boy froze for a moment, then nodded foolishly, showing a cute smile: "Well, yes."

"Craving this?" I held up my plate, chicken legs on top.

The young man lowered his eyes shyly, and said in a warm voice: "I didn't think much about it, but I didn't get it after robbing it for a week in a row. It's a bit... difficult to understand? Is this the way the word should be used?"

"Oh, then you come with me."

I took the boy to find two empty seats, and then put the chicken legs in front of him with chopsticks: "Take it."

The boy froze for a moment, but didn't move.

I put the chicken leg directly on his plate, "Look, you snatched it, are you still upset?"

The young man was silent, and then he raised his delicate eyebrows towards me: "No more."

I nodded: "That's good."

Then I clamped the chicken legs back.

His jelly-like eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes fell on me in disbelief.

"Anyway, you snatched it, so you don't have to worry about it anymore. It doesn't matter if you eat the chicken leg or not." I gnawed on the chicken leg and said vaguely, "Well, it's really delicious, and it's indeed the most popular dish in Haichang Canteen. .”

juvenile:"……"

He looked at me without a word, and after a while, he suddenly covered his lips and smiled.A beautiful person has a beautiful voice, like the elegant chords of a cello.

"Student, you are such an interesting person."

He had laughed enough, propped his chin with one hand, looked at me with a smile, and said, "My name is Fei Jia, a third-year student, what's your name?"

"First grade, Takaho Yuka. You didn't tell me your last name."

I gnawed the chicken leg in 1 minute, and just wanted to find a paper towel, and the fellow on the opposite side directly helped me get one.

"My full name is 'Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky.'"

I was silent for a while, showing a embarrassed expression: "I'm sorry, that... What's the matter?"

The young man smiled slightly and said empathetically, "You can call me Fei Jia."

He showed a slightly distressed expression, which made people want to smooth the wrinkles between his brows: "My full name is too long, and people can't always remember it."

I said thoughtfully, "Then teach me."

Fei Jia was stunned for a moment: "What?"

I bent my lips towards him: "Teach me to read it a few more times, I will definitely remember it."

His expression suddenly became dazed.

"Classmate Fei Jia?"

The boy came back to his senses and showed me a reserved smile: "Okay, I'll teach you."

After that, he taught it more than ten times in a row, and I finally learned it. I have to say that Russian is really too tongue-in-cheek!

However, the full name is too long to be suitable for ordinary chatting, so the name Fei Jia has been retained.

"By the way, Gao Sui is also Russian?"

"You're half Russian." I stared at Fedya and asked him, "Are you a native Russian? Can you really fight bears?"

Fei Jia thought for a few seconds, and answered rigorously: "There should be someone who can, but I can't."

I curled my lips: "Tch, a Russian who can't tear a brown bear with his hands is a fake Russian."

Fei Jia's smile remained unchanged, and she refuted me: "But Gao Sui is also Russian, can you fight a bear?"

"I'm just a string." I said seriously.

Fei Jia choked, guessing it was the first time he had seen such a self-deprecating person.

"I think you don't want to call me Gao Sui anymore. 'Fei Jia' is only for friends, right? Just call me Yugo."

I looked at the young man curiously, and asked him enthusiastically, "Why did you come here? Leaving your homeland and entering a completely strange environment, you shouldn't be quite used to it, right?"

This is the first time I have met someone who is barely a fellow countryman in reality, and it is inevitable to be a little excited.

"Cough cough cough... The climate here in Japan is indeed different from that of the Siberian plateau, so I often get sick here. But—"

Fei Jia pondered for a moment, with a gentle curve on the corner of his mouth: "For the sake of ideals, these sacrifices are all worth it... cough cough cough cough!"

He covered his mouth, bowed his waist, coughed urgently and fiercely, and his cheeks were stained with two blushes.

"Are you okay?" I handed him a tissue, thought about it, and asked softly, "What is your ideal?"

"Thank you." His long and slender fingers took the tissue from me and pressed it to the corner of his lips. Fei Jia's soft and flowing voice concealed a noble feeling of compassion: "My ideal is that everyone in the world can be redeemed." .”

For a moment, I seemed to see a divine light in him.

Although I don’t know what redemption he refers to, in short, it should be a great wish like being a superhero and saving the world.

Although it is not very practical, it is precisely because there are people with such great ambitions to forge ahead that we, the salted fish, can stop and eat and wait to die.

"Then come on, I believe you can realize your ideal."

I cheer him up very seriously. Although I can't be this kind of person, I sincerely admire this kind of person.

"Speaking of which, I still have a very important thing to do when I travel to Japan." Fei Jia's clear eyes suddenly darkened: "I want to find someone, she is mine—"

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感谢在2019-12-2718:00:00~2019-12-2818:00:00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 cast the rocket launcher: 3 Ghost Dance Tsuji no lights;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: the last one in the grade;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：宫本竹韵20瓶；月白13瓶；Pervan10瓶；一一3瓶；吟游诗人1瓶；

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