Lord Shenming ran away with "dirty"

The sun rose that day, and the morning light shone on the earth to wake up people who were still sleeping. The desertedness of Yokohama city at night faded away, and morning joggers appeared one after another on the streets.

Zhong also has a good biological clock, and he doesn't hate sunlight, so the opaque curtains specially arranged by Sakakibara in the room were not used.

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the glass and shone into the room, Nakaya's head buried deep in the quilt moved.

Conscious of a good dream, he slept well, and the moment he woke up, he opened his eyes clearly and resolutely.

As usual, he awoke contentedly in his big soft bed with almost non-existent drunken pain.

Rubbing the pillow only smelled of his own shampoo, he recalled the scent he smelt on Sakakibara's pillow at that time, and asked Sakakibara another day, he thought so.

When he was trying to break through from the quilt, he seemed to have encountered something strange, the fabric and the delicate touch, which seemed familiar to the touch.

"Chuya, what are you doing this early in the morning?"

A voice that he was too familiar with came from outside the quilt. Like a caterpillar, he crawled over Sakakibara's arm, and subconsciously closed his arm. He found a hole with difficulty, and with a "boo", his head emerged from the quilt.

The moment he got out of the quilt, he immediately took a deep breath of fresh air. It was not very good to sleep under the quilt, but he was used to it.

Turning his head to the left, he didn't see anyone, and then turned to the right, and immediately saw Sakakibara who closed his eyes and was half asleep, his ponytail that was usually raised high was gone, and his long purple hair was properly stuck to the sides of his cheeks, showing half of it face.

After staring at Sakakibara's sleeping face for a long time, Chuya wondered, why is Sakakibara sleeping here?

Glancing at the bright sun outside the window, he broke free from the shackles of the quilt, tiptoed out of bed, picked up the collar of his clothes and smelled it, and there was no smell of alcohol.

Washed yesterday?He scratched his head, turned around twice, and walked towards the closet as usual, took a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom.

He got up to take a shower during the day, and looked around his room. He didn't feel the mess every time he woke up. He thought to himself, maybe he changed his mind, wouldn't he have no worries after drinking?

Joyful, he doesn't seem to recall everything from yesterday, it's not that he doesn't have any memories, what's more, he hasn't thought about recalling it, just like every time he drinks, any good memories are basically brought back by Sakakibara, Then lesson learned.

When he came out of the shower, the sun was fully exposed. The dazzling sunlight indicated the passage of time. He scratched his face and saw the dazzling blue circle on the desk. He suddenly remembered that today is Sakakibara's working day.

Hurrying to the head of the bed, he stretched out his finger and poked Sakakibara's face with his fingertips: "Kurosawa! Kurosawa! Wake up, you're late for work!"

After knocking off his finger, Sakakibara reluctantly opened half of his eyes speechlessly, and glanced at him: "I'm asking for leave."

"Oh." Chuya withdrew his fingers embarrassingly, just as he was about to apologize, his thoughts changed: "Hey, Kurosawa, why are you sleeping with me?"

As soon as he said this sentence, he saw Sakakibara looking at him, to be precise, not looking but scratching.

"What happened to me?"

Touching his neck, he asked cautiously, he couldn't afford to offend the furious Sakakibara.

Could it be that something happened yesterday?Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he immediately fell into his thoughts, looking for bits and pieces of memories.

Sakakibara was interrupted one after another, and he didn't feel sleepy anymore. He actually woke up a long time ago, but he was picked up by someone who didn't wake up. Yes, then sleep again.

Raising his arms and propping his head, he stared comfortably at Zhongya, whose face was constantly changing from just now. It was colorful and colorful, and finally settled on a black that was comparable to a black pot.

The other hand was not idle either. He took out the phone from under the pillow and turned on the video a few times. The wonderful moments should be preserved.

"Remember?"

The lazy voice broke Zhongye's self-deception. He grabbed the ground with his head, and his whole body wished he could be buried under the quilt, and a voice of unknown meaning came out of his mouth: "Goo..."

The face buried in the arms was flushed from holding back, and she was crying without tears, and there was an air of lovelessness all over her body.

hateful!His famous name--

Counting the second hand in his heart, Sakakibara counted the time in his heart, so he put down the phone and hid it under the pillow again. If he finds out, the phone will crash and people will die.

I saw Zhong also raised his face, and pressed him over suddenly, his hands were tightly pulled on his neckline, it was slightly deformed, and two pieces were broken.

"You don't remember, do you?"

There was a strong threat in his pitiful clear blue eyes, and only the fingers rubbing his collar restlessly revealed his subtle thoughts.

Without answering his words, Sakakibara raised his head, pointed to the hands that were threatening him, and Nakaya put them down resentfully.

He tidied up his collar unhurriedly, and kept probing Zhong Ye's increasingly restless nerves. Just as he was about to come down with clenched fists, he said, "Well, I don't remember much."

"Huh." Chuuya felt relieved, he patted Sakakibara's shoulder heavily, "That's good, that's good..."

"You couldn't have said it sooner!"

After learning the news, Nakaya was full of energy and vigor, he patted Sakakibara on the shoulder vigorously as if to avenge the revenge he had just delayed.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Sakakibara's eyes were almost dazzled by his slap, he hurriedly called to stop, as expected, he shouldn't have been given sunshine.

"The problem is, there are quite a lot of traces in my room."

His movements froze, and Chuya's half-waving arm froze in the air. He withdrew his hand in embarrassment: "Then...then what...I'll go...I'll definitely restore it!"

Seeing this, Sakakibara pulled out a sinister smile, and said quietly: "You shouldn't mind, I will only drink a bottle of wine in the future."

"I……!"

He slowly stretched out his hand, grabbing his cheeks with both hands, and he didn't dare to hide, so Sakakibara pulled it out in satisfaction.

"Drunk so energetic, should I give you more documents?"

"Well……"

"There's also half a wall of red wine in your study, don't you want it?"

"Ugh..."

"I'll let someone tell you that before you reach adulthood, you're only allowed to drink one bottle."

"Kurosawa~"

After Sakakibara's repeated questions, Nakaya successfully fell on the bed and pretended to be dead. He didn't dare to refute when he heard the last arrest.

"It's useless to call me. They say it's only three things. Look at how many times you've done it."

"I think you are taking revenge on me..."

He spoke in a low voice, still covered under the quilt, not wanting anyone to hear him at all.

"What did you say?"

"No--"

The answer was super loud, and the voice was very childish and drawn out. He threw himself on the quilt in despair, knowing that today he would not be able to escape: "I can tell by your appearance that there must be more than that. Tell me, what else?"

Conscious that he succeeded in angering Sakakibara, he consciously didn't need others to tell him, he first asked what punishment would be next, which was much better than Dazai who always tried his best to avoid punishment.

He patted his head in relief as a sign of encouragement, even though he didn't want this kind of encouragement at all, only when he was caught, who would come to claim it if he wasn't caught.

"For the sake of your enthusiasm, then come to my office for a month."

"One month?!"

Zhong also wanted to jump up, but fortunately Sakakibara had been prepared, and the palm on the back of his head firmly held him down, lest he perform a human cannonball on the spot and cause another casualty.

For him, this is tantamount to torture. Let him stay in the office to approve documents. It will be fine for a few days, but it is also based on whether he leads the team out to get some air.

Sudden one month of life, it is not completely hopeless.

Putting down his hands, Sakakibara looked at him in a relaxed mood. It seemed that the purpose of punishment had been achieved, so he wondered if he would restrain himself in the future.

Looking at the red finger marks on his face, he couldn't help but glance at his own hand. It seemed that he didn't use much force, so why did he turn red.

This morning was spent quietly in the mind-wandering of two people, one was thinking about what type of documents to give him, and the other was thinking about how to make the other party soften his heart and let himself go.

It's just that it was noon, and the two of them still didn't think about it. The type of Sakakibara was determined, but the number was not yet determined. Countless ways of interceding flashed in Chuya's mind, but he himself couldn't hold back.

In the afternoon, Nakaya honestly went to the logistics department to get the cleaning tools, went to Sakakibara’s room to clean things up, and had to make up for things that he got wet and couldn’t use, while Sakakibara sat comfortably by the side, pointing out his labor process Point, not to mention how comfortable.

In less than half a month, Zhongye was honestly correcting documents in the office. Of course, this was impossible. He didn't miss any opportunity, and wanted to run out just looking at the tasks on the task list.

Unfortunately, under the strict guard of Sakakibara, all the work was handed over to his subordinates, and he didn't even leave the door of the Mafia building in the port.

For half a month, he went in and out with Sakakibara every day, even eating and drinking together, and he was not allowed to go to Dazai to exercise his muscles.

Fortunately, he didn't go to the toilet, otherwise he would really go crazy. Looking at the window of the toilet, with one foot on the window sill, he heard a voice from outside: "Run once, add ten days."

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Running for nothing, he put his feet down, pretending nothing happened, came to the sink, and looked at his loveless face in the mirror.

Leaving the toilet in misery, he saw Sakakihara waiting for him as expected, and followed behind dejectedly. He seemed to have seen the piles of documents on the table and was waving at him.

Back in the office, he came to the desk mechanically and sat down. Just as he picked up the pen, there seemed to be phantoms in front of his eyes, densely packed words everywhere, the sky, the desktop and his hands, all of which were rows of blurred characters.

His consciousness was about to blur, and he even prayed for the desire of random enemies to attack the Mafia building in the port, so that he could fight openly.

It's worth mentioning that, during the past half month, Dazai was busy being promoted to a cadre, and he didn't forget to come and hang around every day, and he was the one who gloated about his misfortune.

It's just that he swayed around, which also gave Zhong Ye some time to rest. I don't know if he did it on purpose or not.

But for the sake of honestly correcting the documents, Sakakibara turned a blind eye to this, so it's not easy to force it too much.

After a few more days, Chuya felt that he had almost assimilated with the subordinates in the office outside Sakakibara, and he was afraid that he was going to become a social animal.

Fear and apprehension failed to change Sakakibara's mind. It seems that this time he really wanted Chuya to remember this lesson.

"Knock knock."

The door was half open, and a bandaged hand protruded from it. You didn't need to think about it, and Sakaki Hara took a sip of tea: "Dazai, why are you here?"

Although Dazai has been relatively busy recently, he still comes to the small gathering every afternoon as scheduled, but every time he seems to be a lot of trouble.

Dazai pushed open the door, leaned against the door frame and smiled like a fox, his brows and eyes curled up, his whole body exuded a relaxed atmosphere.

"Success."

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small theater

Chuya: Kurosawa, I was wrong.

Sakakibara: Squint Eyes.jpg

Chuya: I want to lose orz

Dazai: Shorty, you deserve it!

Chuya: Thank you, mackerel!

Dazai:?I seem to have helped him?

Sakakibara (pretend not to see): drink tea.jpg