Natsume's Little Mister

How happy he was scolding at that time, how embarrassed Dazai felt now, so embarrassing that his skin was thicker than a city wall, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground at this moment.

It's a pity that there was no ground for him to drill at all, and what's even worse is that he was embarrassed in front of Slug and Natsume!

Autistic!Let me tell you, I am really autistic!Osamu Dazai crazily beat his self-satisfied self in his heart.

If there is a way of death in the world that Osamu Dazai is unwilling to try, it must be an embarrassing death.

Nakahara also stretched out his foot and kicked Dazai's ass.

Because there is no force, the fat makes him bounce back softly.

Dazai glared at him with tears in his eyes, and then he didn't fight back, and didn't even say a word that deserved to be beaten!

Move and move like an autistic mushroom, planning to hide away and find Jing Jing for a chat.

The dark cloud above his head was like a mushroom canopy, slowly passing by Nakahara Chuya's knee.

Chuya Nakahara: Knee? (The focus is a bit crooked)

Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his face, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud, his abs almost fused together.

This proper black history is more beautiful than a landscape painting worth tens of millions of dollars!

Would he miss such a good opportunity to make fun of Osamu Dazai?

Of course not!

"Look at the mackerel—" Zhongya Nakahara took out his phone, turned on the camera, and turned off the beautification.

Osamu Dazai: "Hmph!"

"Dazai, do you want to know when Natsume knew you scolded him?"

"Huh? You know?" Osamu Dazai was really curious and couldn't help raising his head to ask him.

Nakahara Chuya seized the opportunity to quickly press the shutter, the flash flashed, Dazai Osamu only had time to cover half of his face, at this time he finally saw Nakahara Chuya's expression clearly.

It exploded instantly.

The next moment, as expected, Zhongyuan Zhong also shook his phone and showed a very arrogant smile: "Of course, I don't know!"

Dazai jumped up angrily.

When Natsume came back to his senses from the painting, Osamu Dazai and Nakahara were already in a ball, like two cat balls, one black and one yellow.

Osamu Dazai tried his best to steal Chuya Nakahara's mobile phone, but he always succeeded in stealing Chuya Nakahara's potential with his bank///bank/// card. No matter how he tried to grab it, he couldn't get it. "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" bit on the wrist of Chuya Zhongyuan.

"Hiss—" Zhong Yuanzhong also gasped and cursed, "Dazai, you are a dog!"

"Clay paint is a dog, turn on the phone and ghost me!"

Osamu Dazai faltered and said vaguely.

"No, let go!"

"out of fashion!"

"Natsume!" Chuya Nakahara turned his head and called Natsume.

"Mud cheats!"

Dazai said angrily.

Natsume took off his headphones and looked at the two cat balls with a confused face. When did he see Chuya Nakahara like this?I have learned a lot.

Well, Dazai is fine.

"Who are you?" Natsume questioned in confusion.

Osamu Dazai spit out Nakahara Chuya's wrist in one gulp, with disgust on his face.

Chuya Nakahara held his face backhand and pressed it to the ground, the soft flesh on Osamu Dazai's face was squeezed aside, looking a little strangely cute.

Natsume blinked, and the two cat balls that were clumped together were finally untied.

Chuya Mao Mao wins!yeah!

bushi

Natsume put away the pen and paper and walked over, Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, and several solutions quickly flashed in his mind.

So, when Natsume walked up to him, he saw——

Osamu Dazai was beaten to tears by Chuya Nakahara!

Natsume:! ! !

Is it the end of the world?

Natsume looked dazed.

Nakahara Nakaya stood up, looked at the two teardrops in the corners of Osamu Dazai's eyes, and three black lines hanging from his forehead, cursing in his heart, this is too fake.

"Natsume, I did something wrong, do you think I should just apologize with death?" Osamu Dazai couldn't get up, his eyes were full of real sadness.

Natsume was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied: "Then go to hell and become a social animal?"

Osamu Dazai: ...

Suddenly imagining the piles of documents reaching the ceiling in hell, he couldn't help but shudder. Being a social animal is more terrifying.

"No, I'm serious, Natsume, how can I express my remorse to the person involved, and how can I get the other party's forgiveness?" Osamu Dazai shook his head, shook out the unpleasant memories in hell, and looked at Natsume seriously.

Natsume rubbed the paper in his hand and turned his head to think.

Nakahara Chuya was watching the play with great enthusiasm, and he didn't have the vigilance to challenge Osamu Dazai.

"It depends on what's wrong. If it's an unintentional offense, then it's good to find the person concerned and apologize seriously; if it's malicious, um..."

To be honest, this question touched Natsu's blind spot.

Osamu Dazai saw his troubled face, and he started to guide him, "I was not careful, but I regret it very much now, I wish I could go to hell and disappear by myself."

After speaking, he covered his face as if very sad.

Natsume was startled, thinking he was crying.

"What should I do Natsume?" Dazai Osamu's voice was trembling.

"How about I accompany you to apologize and explain to the other party." Natsume said quickly.

Osamu Dazai lowered his hand, revealed his iris-colored eyes, and asked, "If Natsume is the person involved, and someone accidentally did something bad with good intentions, what would the other person do to forgive him?"

Natsume didn't know that he fell step by step into the pit arranged by Osamu Dazai. Nakahara wanted to remind him, but saw Osamu Dazai gesturing to him.

The code word from his former partner, Osamu Dazai really suffered a blood loss this time.

"Me?" Natsume pointed at himself, and then said after deliberation: "If it was me, the other party's original intentions were good, and if they accidentally did something wrong, the other party should feel very guilty."

Osamu Dazai looked at Natsume's embarrassed smile, and sighed deeply in his heart. It really was Natsume. When encountering such a thing, the first thing that came to mind was that the other party would feel guilty.

Too gentle, too little angel.

Natsume is the gentlest person he has ever met, and that kind of tenderness has soaked into his bone marrow and soul. If the soul has color, Natsume must be as warm and golden as the warm sun, lighting himself up and illuminating the way people move forward .

Osamu Dazai suddenly felt that it was the real offense for him to beat around the bush and be careful.

Natsume was still talking about the solution for Dazai Osamu, but Dazai Osamu sat up by himself, grabbed Natsume's cuff, and his eyes were full of reflections.

"What's wrong?" Natsume grabbed his hand subconsciously, thinking that Osamu Dazai wanted him to pull him up.

The next moment, I heard Osamu Dazai say to him very solemnly: "Natsume, I'm sorry. I didn't know that Yinghuo was your new pseudonym. I'm very sorry for causing you so much trouble."

Xia Mu was stunned.

"Fireflies?"

He turned his head to look at Zhongye Zhongye with a questioning expression on his face.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pouted, pointed to the live broadcast over there and said, "He saw it."