Special A-level danger warning

Port Mafia boss office.

The huge floor-to-ceiling curtains were drawn again, and the dark and gloomy atmosphere became more intense, as if returning to the time when the new leader took office not long ago.

Osamu Dazai, sitting on the leader's chair, clasped his hands, his kite-colored eyes glowed with a dark and icy light, and his stern face was condensed with the sudden frost and snow. Suddenly saw the bones buried under his feet.

The man in charge of Yokohama's darkness lost any emotion on his face, and spit out a few chilling syllables in a gloomy tone.

"I am not angry."

After saying this, he paused for a moment, added something as if emphasizing it, and then nodded affirmatively.

"real."

Not convincing. Hey.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a tense face, and couldn't help showing dead fish eyes.

It's been more than ten minutes since this guy ordered the removal of the five banners from the five port buildings, and he has turned into this cold and perverted appearance.

If it wasn't for such a period of time before Feng Xinzhi came, he really couldn't get used to it.

Oh, and now he doesn't get used to it much, the guy Dazai Osamu's eccentricity has increased again.

The gloomy and cold atmosphere in the office became more and more sinister as the two of them remained silent. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was as dangerous and tense as a murder scene.

"Zhongye, what do you think is the success rate of acquiring the high school of conjuration?"

Nakahara Nakaya, who was well-named by this mackerel, sighed inwardly, thinking that Osamu Dazai must have lost his mind.

Acquisition of the High School of Conjuration, thank you for thinking about it.

The activity center of the conjuration world, a professional institution for cultivating conjurers, and the only two conjuration schools in Japan. If they can be acquired, there will be ghosts.

Nakahara Nakaya looked at Osamu Dazai's half face covered by the shadow, like a victim who was stabbed mercilessly, but he endured it and decided to tell the truth.

"Basically impossible, not to mention the three imperial families in the magic world, the government is also unlikely to agree."

Furthermore, the price is also a problem. How much money can be used to buy the High School of Conjuration?

Osamu Dazai, whose proposal was denied, silently raised his eyes to look at Nakahara Chuya, endless black mud breath emerged from his eyes without highlights, as if flooding out of an abyss.

His tone was calm and his content was very capricious.

"I don't care, Zhong will find a way."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Shut up, he's not omnipotent, he really can't solve this problem.

Except for the mentally handicapped people who said such things, he really couldn't think of anyone who could say them so confidently.

There was a sneer at the corner of Zhongyuan Zhongye's mouth, and the cobalt blue eyes seemed to hide the ocean under the night, with the danger of the waves crashing on the shore in the calm.

He temporarily discarded the respect he had for the leader, and faced Dazai Osamu's super unreasonable demands, he found a trace of the resentment state of the double black period.

"Then wash up, go to sleep and dream, don't think too much, so as not to overuse your brain sometimes, I have to find a doctor for you to prevent hair loss."

Although it's a retort, it can't be too presumptuous. It can only be ridiculed in a calm tone, but the effect is surprisingly good.

Osamu Dazai's eyes became more resentful, he stared at Chuya Nakahara expressionlessly, and indicated with his eyes that he would never go bald at an early age, only a guy who is too busy to touch the ground all year round will be bald.

His eyes also deliberately glanced at Nakahara Chuya's hair covered by a hat, reasonably suspecting that the other party was wearing a hat to cover up his baldness.

Before Zhongyuan Zhong also continued to speak, Osamu Dazai mocked every few seconds and then his face darkened, returning to the half-dead look just now, with a cold tone.

"The leader's orders must be strictly followed."

Tsk, there is no help.

As soon as he came to this conclusion, the door of the chief's office was pushed open by Feng Xinzhi.

Feng Xinzhi, who caught Yato who was hanging the banner and dealt with this problem, could naturally imagine how broken Dazai's heart was.

This kind of thing of being provoked by others hanging banners on their own territory, no matter which leader would be upset.

Especially Wujo Satoru, who didn't know how to restrain himself at all, the Q-version villain wearing sunglasses was more provocative than the words written on the banner.

"It's been dealt with, and this kind of thing won't happen again."

The slightly soft tone made Osamu Dazai put on a smiley expression in an instant, and nodded gently obediently, without any trace of the previous indifference and gloom.

The oppressive atmosphere in the room was also swept away, and the gloomy atmosphere just now immediately became warm and spring blossoming.

Nakahara Chuya: ...you fucking.

He restrainedly turned his face away, then rolled his eyes, marveling at Osamu Dazai's seamless switch between the two faces.

If you lose your mind, you won't become like this. Although I know you have double standards, the leader can't go too far.

What is this kind of behavior called, Disaster Chao Gang?

Forget it, it's not impossible, Osamu Dazai must be a little bit of a clue.

Chuya Nakahara, who was suspicious, still felt that something was wrong, stepped forward and picked up the stack of reports in front of Osamu Dazai and stuffed it into Feng Xinzhi's hands, and then exited the office cursing inwardly.

Osamu Dazai, who didn't care what Nakahara Nakaya thought, supported his chin with one hand, looked at Feng Xinzhi with a soft smile in his eyes, blinked his eyes, showing a look of anticipation.

The Hyakki Night Walk in Shinjuku is over, does that mean that the trip to Hakone that Zhijun promised him can start?

Hot springs, hot springs, hot springs!

Osamu Dazai, who almost had these words engraved in his eyes, wished he could immediately give up his job at Mafia and take Hyacinth to Hakone to enjoy the joy of a parent-child trip.

Flicking through the report Nakahara Nakaya just stuffed in his hand, Feng Xinzhi naturally saw the look of expectation in Dazai Osamu's eyes, and knew exactly what the other party was thinking.

"The trip to Hakone will follow your plan, I don't have any problems, but..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, making Osamu Dazai's heart suspend slightly, for fear that Zhijun would raise objections.

"Have you not slept since you came back from Shinjuku?"

Feng Xinzhi frowned and pointed to the tiny bloodshot eyes of Dazai Zhizhi, the kind that could not be found without deliberately looking.

Osamu Dazai, who was choked by this question, was taken aback for a moment, but he couldn't say anything to refute. After feeling guilty for a while, he barely found the words to refute.

"Didn't Zhijun stay up all night?"

Although a night's work would not make him sleepy, Feng Xinzhi stared at him for a while and still chose to give in.

"Go to bed first, I'll sleep in the afternoon."

There is always someone to deal with the pile of documents in the office, he will deal with some of them first, and the rest will be brought by Mr. Zhi after he has slept.

Osamu Dazai, who still wanted to wait for Ai Ai to dawdle for a while, compromised under Feng Xinzhi's staring gaze, opened the secret door of the office cubicle and walked into the bedroom.

He took off his black coat and red scarf, picked up the quilt and got in, then popped his head and showed a lovely smile to Hyacinth standing at the door of the bedroom.

There are obedient ones~

Feng Xinzhi smiled softly, and just about to close the door, Osamu Dazai shook his head vigorously to signal him not to close it, just open it.

"It will be noisy."

He looked at Osamu Dazai and didn't think it was a good idea. Although the movement would not be too loud, Mr. Osamu was a light sleeper and was easily awakened by small sounds.

No, no.

Osamu Dazai shook his head to indicate that he would not disturb him, and there was a sparkle in his beautiful kite-colored eyes, which seemed a bit coquettish.

Feng Xinzhi, who was defeated in the eye contact, failed to close the door after all, leaving the bedroom door open to the desk outside.

Feng Xinzhi sat at the desk, approving the report as quietly as possible.

In the bedroom, Osamu Dazai looked at Feng Xinzhi who was working hard, and automatically turned on the 800-meter filter and added a soft light effect. Not only did he feel that Zhijun was cute, but he also felt that the whole world was in front of him.

That's right, the whole world.

He looked at it for a while, then closed his eyes obediently, and fell asleep in peace.

Time passed by slowly, noticing the gradually steady breathing and heartbeat in the bedroom, Feng Xinzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and just about to change to another report, he caught a glimpse of the scene inside the bedroom door out of the corner of his eye .

There was nothing wrong with other places, except that there was a large quilt bag on the bed, which was lumped in the center of the bed, and the position was particularly conspicuous.

Feng Xinzhi gently put down the report in his hand, and couldn't help but think about how to make Mr. Zhi sleep well, and don't get away by pretending to be breathing and heartbeating.

Without squinting, he lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, making a tapping sound that was slightly louder than the quiet atmosphere where the needles could be heard.

The quilt stiffened visibly to the naked eye, and then gradually flattened at a slow speed, until a fluffy head emerged from the edge of the quilt at the head of the bed like a mushroom after rain.

At first, Osamu Dazai only showed a pair of wide-open eyes to observe the situation outside. When he found that Feng Xinzhi was not staring at him, a complete head popped out and he completed all the actions safely.

He blinked and blinked, and moved slightly to take out the things in the quilt and put them next to the pillow.

When he noticed that Feng Xinzhi was looking over, he immediately stopped his movements, closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep again.

Feng Xinzhi stared at Osamu Dazai pretending to be asleep for a while, and there was nothing he could do about him, so he turned his eyes away and let him go.

What else can I do, it's the only way.

After the crisis was temporarily resolved, Osamu Dazai didn't open his eyes immediately. He opened one eye gently, and after making sure that Zhijun would not make a surprise attack, he quickly took out the black cat ball wrapped in the quilt.

He looked left and right, gave up half of the pillow and put the black cat ball on it.

After doing this, Osamu Dazai closed his kite-colored eyes, and quietly grabbed the quilt with both hands and pulled it up, trying to pretend nothing happened.

When Feng Xinzhi glanced over the bedroom again, he saw Dazai Osamu who was sleeping with the black cat ball, sleeping peacefully like a big black cat encircling a little black cat, with a look of tranquility.

Well, it's pretty cute.