Yokohama High School of Magic

Today's natural blindness did not go to work.

The paid sick leave that happens once in a century, he was born with such virtue and ability, that he can come across this once in his lifetime.

The light and shadow of the leaves sway by the sofa through the glass, and the constantly changing circular light spots are the reflection of the sun.

The short-haired social animal was wearing a white T-shirt, paralyzed in the halo of the sofa.

I didn't turn on the TV or look at my phone.

In Yokohama, a fast-paced coastal city, it was a rare leisurely afternoon, he didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to lie quietly on the sofa for a while.

Spring is approaching summer, and a cool breeze surrounds the entire apartment.

The neighbor next door is playing the piano, the faint sound of the piano matches the breeze,

Until there was a crisp sound of glass shattering.

Born to be dazzled, a salted fish rolled and sat up abruptly, looking at the little white robot that rolled towards him.

"Hello."

In the daze of natural blindness, the little robot blinked Douding's eyes.

"All in all, long story short."

——"Please use the system to create an existence called 'Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Magic'."

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"In short, to make a long story short."

"It's also a school, why don't we choose Hogwarts?"

The white-haired boy's neckline was pulled up to the tip of his nose, covering half of his face. His upper body lay on the table of Zhonghua Hotel, mourning for his lost paid vacation.

"What are you talking about?" The little robot jumped on the table, the voice of the machine was unwavering, "Hogwarts needs a wand to use magic, which contradicts the setting of supernatural powers."

"? So it's a wand problem?"

The little robot paused for a while, and then said nothing unusually: "Fit person, if you speak again as a 'dog curly thorn', the system will lower your fit."

"Tsk."

A naturally blinding mask of pain clad in a dog's curly thorn shell.

Behind the dog, the door of the restaurant was opened, and the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor was heard.Judging from the hearing of the character card of 'Dog Curly Thorn', there were three people in total, and they sat next to him under the guidance of the waiter.

"Oh, oh! Beautiful waitress, would you like to die with me—oh!"

One of the men was halfway through speaking, but the person next to him stretched out his hand and covered his mouth tightly.

"Hello, a big mapo tofu and boiled pork slices, and three bowls of rice, thank you."

"Uh-uh!"

"If it's not troublesome, can you serve us three glasses of water?"

"Mr... Dazai-san... are you alright?"

"Mmm-mm-mm!!"

Kunikida Doppo put down his hand covering Osamu Dazai's mouth after the waiter walked a long distance, and a cross popped out from the corner of his forehead, "Dazai! Don't do anything that would embarrass the detective agency!"

"Hey——Kunikida, I didn't do anything, it's better to say that you did such a thing to innocent citizens in public! Wow! The detective agency left a shameful record today! I want to tell the agency Long!" Dazai Zhizhi pointed at him confidently.

"Dazai—!"

Atsushi Nakajima sat opposite the two, looking back and forth blankly, at a loss, and could only try to reduce his sense of existence.

Until he kept leaning back, he accidentally touched the corner of the clothes of the person behind him.

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

Atsushi Nakajima sat up straight suddenly, before he even had time to look at the people behind him, he kept bowing his head and apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

Behind him, the white-haired boy sat up slowly, because he had been lying on the ground for too long, and there was still a large red mark on his face.

Seeing the boy who raised his head, Osamu Dazai let out a wow, full of interest.

After not getting an answer for a long time, Nakajima Atsushi raised his head cautiously, and then saw the white-haired boy with a blank expression in front of him.

The young man's face was exquisite and outstanding, his purple eyes were pure, his short white hair was smooth, and the neckline that covered his nose not only did not conceal his appearance, but instead gave him a hint of cuteness.

In the sight of Atsushi Nakajima, he said blankly:

"Salmon."

Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback, "Salmon... salmon?"

Do I have to ask him to eat salmon to forgive myself? But——

Atsushi Nakajima's language was confused, thinking that his pockets were clean, and where would he have money to treat the other party to eat salmon, so he became even more confused.

"Mentaiko!"

Seeing that the other party perfectly misunderstood what he meant, Gou Juji made a big 'fork' on the top of his head with both hands, pointed to his mouth, and shook his head.

"...Ah...? Do you mean not to eat mentaiko?"

"..."

The dog Curly Thorn's eyes were dead.

Smiling and watching the two talking about each other for a long time, Osamu Dazai finally watched enough excitement and said slowly: "Atsu-kun, he may mean that he can't talk, he can only talk about sushi fillings."

"Ai?!"

The boy from the orphanage who just came to Yokohama met two people in one day, and was deeply shocked.

: It turns out that people in big cities are like this!