The villain's love literacy

Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed in embarrassment.

"……I do not know how to cook."

"I can't learn."

She gave him a stern look, and went inside to check the interior of the house. There was an open kitchenette, crude but enough to make some simple meals, and it looked exceptionally neat. It seemed that it had never been used.

The orange-haired youth pursed his lips and said nothing.

He has no memory from the very beginning, he was on Leibo Street when he opened his eyes, and then he was accepted by the "sheep".But Asagiri Yayoi didn't know this, and he wouldn't blame her.

"Then Mr. Zhongyuan, please go buy some ingredients with me?"

Emphasizing the word "troublesome", Sylvia turned her hands behind her back and narrowed her eyes and smiled. After all, he is still a boy who hasn't grown up, but after so many worlds, she can take good care of herself now, and of course I can help Nakahara Chuya a little bit.

The young man glanced at her quickly, his face turned red for some reason, it must be because the room was too hot after closing the door.There was an inexplicable itching in his throat all the time. He must have coughed too many times today.

"Just call me Zhong."

It is very novel to be accompanied by a "ghost". They avoid talking when there are other people around, and only let go of their voice when there is no one. Everyone else can't see it, but there is indeed a companion next to them.

Although "Sheep" accepted him, no one had ever done such a thing with him - go shopping in the supermarket.

It's not a convenience store, but a large supermarket. Even if he came here before, he would never go to this area, and to break his impression, there are actually many figures in the fresh food area that he thought he would never see.

For example, office workers in suits and leather shoes, young people in fashionable clothes, and for some reason, he was impressed by a black-haired man dressed in retro style like a detective.

"Look, it's not as difficult as you think."

Sylvia chuckled. She could probably imagine the thoughts of some young people. When she was in school in her first life, she didn’t know why, like other students, she felt that it was a shame to go to the supermarket or market to buy fresh food. "At that time, she preferred to buy all kinds of snacks.

Considering that her presence delayed Chuya Nakahara's lunch, she planned to make a quick and easy pasta.

When I was in Moriohcho, I followed Yoshikage Kira—although she doesn’t want to mention this name now, and learned a lot of Japanese food recipes. Although the office worker is busy but lives a delicate life, but the small kitchen of Chuya is not No matter how friendly it is, there are few but many dishes, and I am afraid that an empty stomach can't afford to wait.

This other invisible companion watched him buy minced meat, guided him in picking tomatoes, and finally took a bag of pasta and pasta sauce from the shelf.

Then followed him silently in line to check out.

Everything was completely different from what he had imagined. Without Asagiri Yayoi, he would never have had the experience he has today, nor would he want to experience it.

But when she was with her, these became acceptable.

While Asagiri was busy in the small kitchen, Nakaya found a fork in a tableware cabinet behind her, and noticed that she had apparently only cooked noodles for one person—about his appetite.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Sylvia raised her eyebrows in surprise, as if he was asking a silly question about why the sun doesn't come out from the west.

"I'm a soul, I can't eat, and I don't need to."

In fact, it is necessary, but since she became a god of death, she can control her hunger very well, and the rich spirit in the city of Yokohama can also keep her from feeling hungry for a long time.

It's just that she didn't want to eat Zhongye's food. He was alone in the first place. If he started this way, wouldn't it be that every time she came to help cook, he would have to eat some?This is not her intention.

"Uh... well."

The orange-haired young man said dryly, and in the end he could only sit at the dining table idly and wait.

As the steaming spaghetti bolognese arrived, he couldn't help but wonder, when was the last time he ate hot food?

Can't remember exactly.

At that time, he had no memory. He had just come to Leibo Street. When it was raining heavily, he took shelter outside the convenience store and waited for the weather to clear up. He had no intention of stopping until nightfall.

The lady working at the cash register heated up a discounted bento for him.

In order not to embarrass Zhong, who was eating alone, Sylvia turned her head to another table on the side, took a blank piece of paper, and wrote down today's pasta recipe after obtaining consent.

"I will write today's steps to you first, and there are some very simple ones that can be done without basic knowledge, and the others will be added later."

"after".

He seized the word, will there be a future?

What even Sylvia didn't expect was that this did last for a while.

She even sometimes rested directly on Zhongye's roof.

If it wasn't for the mission target appearing here, he would never have come to this kind of place.

It was out of place with everything here—the bandage covering one eye and the exposed hands, and the gloomy eyes, which were completely different from the rest of the crowd, who looked either in a hurry or in joy.

Even standing in the crowd, he couldn't blend in.

Perhaps this is the reason why he still stays in the port mafia and has not really found a home. Where can he be accepted like this?

Osamu Dazai took a last look at the mission target in the gap between the shelves. He seemed to be struggling with the brand of yogurt in front of the freezer for a while. He planned to take a stroll here by himself. It's time to leave.

He has always disliked places like supermarkets.

Those families or couples who go shopping together with satisfied smiles on their faces, even the hurried office workers are more energetic than the lifeless look in the office.

But he couldn't feel anything.

Unknowingly, he walked to the fresh food area. At first he hated this place, thinking that all vegetables, fruits, fish and meat are a form of life, which is completely opposite to what he pursues.

But later he didn't think so. The food neatly arranged on the shelves was slowly withering, life had already withered.Do vegetables and fruits know they are dead?He began to envy them that they could die so easily.

Then I saw a familiar figure in the aisle not far away.

It's too conspicuous, head to toe in black He's clothes, swaggering around the waist - as long as you can see her, I'm afraid there will be no eyes that don't fall on her.

But all the people passing by did not look up at her.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, except for him, no one else could see this woman named Yayoi Asagiri?

Since she couldn't be seen, what was she doing here?

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that the orange-haired young man closest to her, or rather, Chaogiri was deliberately approaching him. The distance was too far, and he couldn't see whether the woman's lips moved.

But the orange-haired youth kept bowing his head to pick out vegetables, and never responded.

Is she following him?Last time, I felt that her dress didn't look like a person of this era. If others can't see it... a dead person?ghost?

Or is it the person she cares about, and even if she becomes a soul, she must continue to guard him?

It's really cunning, it's not human who promised to die in love with him...

Isn't this something he obviously cares about? How could he agree to die with him so easily?

At that time, I am afraid that he will be the only one who will die. The terrible liar lady, he can vaguely feel that she has "no heart". If it is an ordinary person, if he meets someone who has suicidal thoughts, he will definitely dissuade him, right?But she stood by and watched indifferently.

No, some people will boo at the person who is going to jump off the building and say, "Why don't you jump faster?"

The talent of always being able to see through each other at a glance seems to be difficult for Yayoi Asagiri. He can't guess everything about her.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the mission target pushing the shopping cart towards the cashier. He first walked towards the non-shopping exit passage, and finally took a last look at the wonderful combination of the black-haired woman and the orange-haired youth, one person and one ghost.

Even if the two became known as the "double blacks" of the Mafia and became tacit partners in the future, he would bury this little episode in his heart and never mention it again.

He didn't know if Chuya knew about Asagiri Yayoi's existence.

After Nakaya was brought back by Chief Mori, he never saw her beside the orange-haired youth again.

He has long been used to this kind of life, Yayoi Asagiri makes food in the small kitchen - sometimes he will go up to help, but today he doesn't know anything, Nakahara is also leaning on his cheek on the side desk Study the recipes that Yayoi wrote down.

Suddenly, a black butterfly flying in from the window caught his attention.

How could there be butterflies on Saibo Street?Not even a single flower could survive here, at least he had never seen one when he lived here.

Moreover, the butterfly had a slight blue flash, and with its glittery pink tail, it flew to the back of Asagiri Yayoi's hand little by little.

Sylvia stopped immediately, and Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that her expression had become more serious than ever.

"what happened?"

"...Suddenly something happened."

She frowned, and the hell butterfly was used to transmit information between the gods of death, and she received a first-level alarm, the Seling Court of the Soul World was attacked, and all the gods of death stationed in the world returned immediately.

Quickly took off the apron, Sylvia stuffed the spatula in her hand to Chuya Nakahara who stood up.

"I don't know when I can come back, so don't wait for me."

Without waiting for his response, Sylvia jumped out of the window and flew into the sky.

The world-transmitting door opened for her, and the darkness in the broken world seemed endless.

"do not move."

A voice suddenly came from behind.