King of 25 Cubs

I suddenly felt that Teacher Yandao was very suspicious.

It's not that I'm sensitive, and it's not that I insist on connecting two people who don't match at all. The main reason is that Dazai has a lot of criminal records, so I can't help but doubt it.

The silent guide on the cruise ship, the new housekeeper Yinji, and the current tutor Yandao Zhonger, these three identities can clearly see the growth trajectory——

At the beginning, I was afraid to speak, because I was afraid of exposing my voice;

Then came Yinji Butler, who learned to change his voice, appeared when I was blind, and disappeared again when my vision recovered;

Finally, there is Mr. Yandao who has completely changed his face.

If Yandao Zhonger is really Dazai, how did he learn this disguise that can fool me?

Ah, I almost forgot, this person is so good at learning, maybe he will be able to just mess around.

A few days ago, in order to prove that he can cover my class, he took all of Kunikida's jobs away.

I watched helplessly as he spent two hours flipping through the high school mathematics textbooks, closed the books after reading, touched a mock paper and started answering questions.

In the end, he took less than half of the exam time and got a perfect score.

Come on, the life of a smart person is so simple, unpretentious and boring.

What words should I use to describe my mood at that time?

——Wash up and sleep, the life of a dog is important.jpg

Those who don't sleep at night and still go bald are not normal people.

In this way, I returned home full of doubts, and happened to meet Teacher Yandao at the door.

The moment I looked at his red eyes, which were most likely inflamed, the sense of déjà vu of winning the bid became even stronger.

"Teacher, your eye congestion seems to be getting worse."

I raised my head to observe the other party calmly, and said with a look of concern: "I'll call the family doctor to take a look at you."

Teacher Yan Dao pushed his glasses, turned his head away from me to look into his eyes, smiled and declined politely: "I have already used eye drops, nothing serious, so I don't need to bother the doctor."

"Is that so..."

I nodded slightly and didn't insist any more.

If Yandao Zhonger is not Dazai, it would be embarrassing to pick the wrong person; but if he is really Dazai, how can I let him expose himself?

I decided to start with supper.

That night, I made a spicy soup curry.

"Ah, I forgot to ask the teacher if I can eat spicy food."

I scratched my head: "I'll make you another normal one."

"No need." Teacher Yan Dao scooped up the soup with a spoon for himself calmly, and drank it without changing his expression: "I like spicy food the most."

"It turns out that the teacher and I have the same taste. It's great!" I pretended to be surprised and opened my eyes wide: "Can I make spicy ones for the night snacks in the future?"

Teacher Yandao looked up at me with an impeccable smile: "I can't ask for more, please trouble Miss Lizhi."

For supper the next day, I made abnormal spicy chicken wings.

Teacher Yan Dao paused for a moment, then smiled and said to me: "Thank you, I really like this."

On the third day, spicy crayfish.

On the fourth day, turkey noodles.

Day [-]...

Normal classes during the day and a spicy supper challenge at night.

After persisting for a week, Teacher Yandao finally had diarrhea.

So I asked the housekeeper to send him a whole box of hemorrhoid cream—enough for him to last the rest of his life.

"Teacher Yandao, let me make light supper for today." I asked with a worried and innocent expression.

"No, no, please continue to make spicy supper."

The stubborn bronze teacher Yandao just came out of the toilet, pulled out a chair tremblingly and sat down: "I like spicy ones."

I:"……"

You can do it.

With the continuous escalation of the challenge, Teacher Yan Dao has changed his face from the beginning to the point where although he looks calm later, his cheeks and ears are flushed with heat.

The more this happened, the more I felt that this person was Osamu Dazai.

If not, he can completely reason that he can't eat spicy food, so there's no need to work hard like me.

At the same time, his eyes seemed to be getting more and more inflamed, looking like a rabbit.

When eating spicy food, he occasionally looked over with those red eyes, and when I noticed and looked back, he lowered his eyes and stopped looking at me.

But the wet eyes I occasionally caught suddenly made me a little unbearable.

I really want to ask him, is it interesting to find a sinner?

Since his eyes were inflamed, he shouldn't eat spicy food anymore. He knew this, but he still ate the things he couldn't eat without saying a word.

It was like... punishing myself.

【Why do you say he did this? 】

The system smacked its lips in a very humane way, and said with emotion.

"Obviously, he knew that I had discovered his identity, and that I was torturing him on purpose, just to make him expose himself."

I said in a cold tone, "I pretended not to know, and he also pretended not to know that I knew. Now we are waiting for whoever opens the mouth to pierce the window paper first."

It's like a tug of war, the more he is like this, the less I want to expose it.

It's exhausting, who knows who is suffering, anyway, it's not me who can't tell the suffering.

The spicy supper lasted two weeks, after which he took another leave of absence.

This leave was requested suddenly, without any warning.

That afternoon, the NHK TV broadcast I subscribed to pushed me an instant news-an armed kidnapping incident by a criminal gang with supernatural powers occurred in a shopping mall in Tokyo. An unknown hero dealt with the criminal gang for two hours and finally saved the entire city. The people in the mall left quietly again without making a sound.

The mall was in the business district closest to my house, and the well-meaning man is said to have had his head smashed with the butt of the crime lord's gun.

In the news video, I saw a flash of a brown trench coat.

The corner of the clothes disappeared so quickly that a non-professional would probably not notice it.

After pondering for a moment, I decided to give Mr. Ango a call.

"Mr. Ango, is the kidnapping incident at the shopping mall today related to Dazai's mission?"

"Well, we've been tracking down that criminal gang for a long time... Wait, how do you know? Did you guess from the news?"

My heart is very complicated at the moment: "Dazai...has been staying with me recently."

Mr. Anwu was silent for a long time, and finally asked me in surprise: "When did your relationship become so good?"

"I also just confirmed that the tutor mentioned earlier is Dazai."

I avoided the important point and said lightly: "Isn't it that you have arranged too little work for him? This person unexpectedly came to my house to give me lectures when he has time."

Mr. Anwu didn't speak for a long time, probably there were too many slots, and he didn't know where to start.

Finally, he choked out a sentence: "Then how is his class going?"

I really didn't want to admit that he spoke well, so I said ambiguously: "It's not bad."

"Since you said it's okay, then it's good." Mr. Anwu heard the unfinished meaning in my words, and said, "Then let him continue to live in your house."

I rubbed my forehead and complained: "Mr. Ango, my house is not a large garbage collection station."

"Since it is combustible garbage, let's try to recycle it." Mr. Ango said sharply.

I:"……"

"By the way, I forgot to tell you before that after Dazai defected from the port of Mafia, he asked the farming chief to help him find a job. The farming chief wanted to recommend him to the Armed Detective Agency. But now there are a lot of people who know him, and it will take two years to completely clear his identity. I will recommend it later.”

When I suddenly learned of this, I sighed and felt my head hurt even more.

This is really... there is no way to avoid it, right?

Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai, you were a bottle of glue in your previous life, so you reincarnated as a sticky spirit in this life?

What am I supposed to do with you?

In the evening, when Teacher Yandao came back, there was an extra gauze on his head.

Seeing my eyes fall on his forehead, Teacher Yan Dao stretched out his fingers and touched his head which was wrapped in bandages, and said nonchalantly, "I accidentally fell, it's nothing serious."

I looked away, and said calmly in the same tone as usual: "Then it must be treated properly, and it will be cured if it is infected."

"Yes." Teacher Yan Dao raised the trauma medicine in his hand: "Don't worry, the medicine has already been bought."

I asked sincerely, "Do you need help?"

"No, I can do it myself." Teacher Yandao nodded to me politely: "Thank you."

Staring at the back of Teacher Yandao hurriedly returning to the room, I sighed again.

That night, I went to the kitchen to make supper as usual, and someone bit the end of the chopsticks and looked for it again.

Teacher Yan Dao moved his head closer and said with a smile, "What's for dinner tonight——"

Seeing the steaming hot noodle soup in the pot, he paused and his eyes froze instantly.

At that moment, as if realizing something, all the vivid expressions on his face lost their color, and suddenly became pale and powerless.

I can't say how to describe it, it seems to be hit by a bullet, pierced by a knife, pierced by clouds and thunder, and like a prisoner who is facing a sentence in court and has come to an end.

There was no particularly big reaction, it was the kind of extremely calm despair, but concealed a barely visible desire for intense struggle.

—Help me.

Silently, I poured the noodles into the soup bowl and brought them to the table. There were green onions and two poached eggs floating in the bowl, which were runny.

I didn't speak, I put my hands on the table and my chin, and watched him pick up chopsticks to eat noodles.

As if deliberately delaying time, "Yandao Zhong Er" sat in the chair in a stable manner, and didn't mind me watching intently.

His movements were slow and orderly, almost sipping the noodles into his mouth one by one, until the noodles were lumpy at the end, and if he continued to dawdle like this, maybe I would directly press his head into the noodle bowl.

"I'm full, thanks for the hospitality."

Finally, after he finished the last sip of soup, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, took off his gloves before I could speak, and tore off his disguise.

The wound on his forehead was accidentally pulled open, and blood was gradually oozing out. He didn't care much, and wrapped the bandage hastily again.

I lowered my eyes, and instead of looking at the other person's face, my eyes turned to Dazai's hand.

His fingers were slender and slender, with distinct joints, and his complexion was like white jade, without any burn scars at all.

I suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

Very familiar touch.

Dazai remained motionless, obediently letting me grab his hand.

His sleeves were folded up a few times, revealing a clean and thin wrist, the scars from previous wrist cuts have almost disappeared.

The complexion was too fair, light blue blood vessels could be faintly seen, the pulse was gentle and steady, but somewhat weak and feeble.

Like begging for mercy, but also like comfort.

too weak.

I said.

If I wanted to, I could break his wrist easily.

I let go of my hand with a sullen face, and suddenly I felt that I was out of breath. It seemed that there was not a person in front of me, but a soft cotton ball.

"You were the one who guided me on the cruise ship."

I said coldly, using declarative sentences.

Dazai's expression was still calm, as if he had been sentenced to death long ago, and now he was just on the way to be shot.

"Yes." he said.

"Eunji is you."

"Yes."

I looked up and met his dark red eyes.

"Wearing contact lenses?"

Dazai's eyelashes trembled, he lowered his head, took off his contact lenses unskillfully, and when he raised his head again, he looked at me with red rabbit eyes.

The inflammation seems to be getting worse.

I guess he probably didn't take off the colored contact lenses for a whole day, otherwise how could he damage his eyes like this.

"Yes."

After three consecutive "yes", I was directly annoyed and laughed.

"Are you comparing me to who has more vests?"

He knew he was wrong and didn't speak.

"Osamu Dazai, you are really good at it. The mafia can do it, the housekeeper can do it, and the make-up teacher can do it too... Is role-playing fun? Is there anything you can't do in this world?"

This time Dazai thought about it, and said with a bit of embarrassment in earnest: "I can't have a child."

I:"……"

Was speechless.

"Why do you do this?"

I keep looking at him

Dazai didn't answer me directly.

He smiled, and there was a bit of pretended ease in his clear voice: "If Wuguajiang hates me doing these things, then I... just stop doing them in the future."

I fell silent for a long time, and asked him softly:

"Dazai Osamu, do you like me?"

The author has something to say:

Even the pulse rate of the wrist is provocative.

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