Ability name The Tale of Genji

Yuan Xiwu was unequivocal when he said that learning mourning is learning mourning.He took out his conscientious social animal spirit and conducted a comprehensive research on Mr. Dazai, his predecessor.

Mourning is something that everyone has more or less. It is a kind of negative energy that permeates society. It's just that many people complain about the expression of this word, which makes it seem... not so advanced.

"How to Lose a Sense of High Class—Remembering My Senior, Mr. Dazai"." Osamu Dazai read out the title of Genyugi's notebook. Has the note published its opinion on "mourning"?

Osamu Dazai ruthlessly extended his notes out the window of the apartment building.

"Mr. Dazai!"

Yuan Xiwu was holding the notebook that had been rescued with great difficulty. Opposite him, Osamu Dazai was holding a crab sandwich in one hand and pressing the contact information in the other.He has quite a lot to do, the assistant has been secretly disposed of, and now he is promoting trusted subordinates to digest the rich inheritance of the other party after his death.

"I really want to be sad, and I don't need to study me at all." He sneered lazily, "Why don't you remember? Mr. Xiwu, you will become Mafia. There must be something in the process that will make you regret for the rest of your life. Just remember Those things, the whole person naturally despaired."

"Did you do the same when you met Shining Saotome yesterday? Although he is a dreamer who doesn't please me, I recognize his sensitivity. Such a person will not be easily deceived, even if you are Illusionists must have shown some real emotions."

Yuan Xiwu stopped talking.

Mr. Dazai is right. In yesterday's meeting, he really showed his true emotions.In his short past years, there were indeed regrets and even despair.By recalling that incident, he was indeed hopelessly hopeless at that moment.

"Look, that's the expression." Dazai Osamu suddenly moved closer to Genyugi's face, the drooping eyelashes were like butterfly wings, obviously with the same drooping arc as usual, but Dazai Osamu could see the despair slowly oozing out from it feel.

Just like a drowning person, he can't surface himself, and he can't cry out.

He laughed, even a little curious.

"Yuwu-kun, what's the matter? Your expression is completely different, let me guess..."

"What about Mr. Dazai?" Yuan Xiwu raised his eyes suddenly, and Dai Zi's pupils revealed a slightly irritated expression, "Does Mr. Dazai have such a thing?"

Osamu Dazai's smile faded, he just watched Yuan Xiwu quietly, but within a few seconds, Yuan Xiwu lowered his eyes hastily.

"I'm very sorry, I offended you, Dazai-san."

He got up and knelt down on one knee to show fear and non-resistance.The hierarchy within Port Mafia is absolute, and he can be regarded as an important member at best, completely incomparable with Osamu Dazai, who is a quasi-cadre.

"You should be glad that you are not my direct subordinate." Osamu Dazai said lightly, "Although I am not sure whether I will train such a subordinate in the future, I can guarantee that as long as he dares to show anger and immaturity in front of me, I will will be punished."

He saw Yuan Xigiri bowed his head deeply, although the atmosphere in the whole room was terribly depressed, the lilac-colored feather draped outside still spread out a beautiful arc on the ground.Beautiful things are always pleasant, not to mention, this is only the first time.

He'll do the slug a favor.

"It's time for you to go to the Raging Entertainment building for class." He returned to that lazy state, "I'll use the car and driver for a while, so you can go there by tram?"

"Yes, Mr. Dazai."

Yuan Xiwu picked up the music score and left the room quietly.He was indeed too reckless, because of the anger of being stabbed in the scar for a moment, he almost offended Mr. Dazai, this should not have happened, he had to be calmer.

When gently walking through the door, Yuan Xiwu heard Osamu Dazai say.

"...everything."

He answered Yuan Xiwu's previous question softly, as if he thought his answer was a bit interesting, and smiled.

"Everything is troublesome, everything is regrettable, there is no worthwhile flash in my life, only these accumulations of despair."

"That's all." He finally affirmed, "That's all."

Yuan Xiwu closed the door silently, just being in the same room as Mr. Dazai now, he felt that he was about to suffocate in despair.

Senior Chuya is indeed an archangel.

After going out, Yuan Xiwu is still accustomed to using illusion to hide himself as an inconspicuous ordinary person, even if someone passes him by, he will not leave much impression.He caught up with the tram for commuting. This time was earlier, not counting the rush hour, there were not many people, and there was still a seat to sit on.

Yuan Xiwu sat for a few stops while reading the music score. Suddenly, he turned his head slightly, and there was already a person sitting next to him.

"This time is a bit too early for school." The man who spoke had blond hair, wearing special glasses, and couldn't see his expression clearly. "Are there club activities?"

"I'm already working." Yuan Xiwu put down the music score, "If the boss asks you to work overtime, there's nothing you can do about it."

Even if Mr. Dazai let him sleep in the company, Yuan Xiwu would not have any objections.

"Really." The other party didn't continue to entangle this question, the two of them silently walked for a few stops, and the tram arrived at the stop Yuan Xiwu was going to.He nodded politely to the blond man, and the other nodded back, like an ordinary encounter.

The blond man also arrived at his destination soon, he got off the tram, the phone in his pocket just rang, and he picked it up calmly.

"It didn't show up today either."

"Yes, the vigilance is unusually strong, and the previous failed arrests have left hidden dangers."

"It's okay, for the next half a month, I will continue to follow up on this curse spirit entrenched in the tram."

He hung up the phone, thought for two seconds, and started searching on his phone.

[What industry is prone to child labor. 】

***

Rome wasn't built in a day, and the idol career couldn't be accomplished overnight. Yuan Xiwu lived a life of training from dawn to dusk.

He basically followed Raging Entertainment's trainee courses throughout, interspersed with theoretical and practical courses from Saotome Academy. That academy can invite seniors in the industry, which is very helpful for his debut.

As a qualified social animal, when he was working hard to make his debut, he was still assisting Mr. Dazai to deal with some trivial matters in Tokyo.At the end of another busy day, Yuan Xiwu sat on a chair and ate his dinner, the takeaway ramen was hot, while Dazai Osamu was already full of empty cans of canned crab meat.

Because of being too busy, the two gave up healthy eating at the same time, and started a life of takeaway every day.

"If it weren't for you, you really wouldn't gain weight from eating takeout, I'd let you boil vegetables." Osamu Dazai hollowed out another can of crab meat, and said the devil's speech, "Yuwu-kun, you go again Weigh it on the scale, but if it grows so small..."

Yuan Xiwu stood up silently and said that, as always, his weight had even dropped.

Osamu Dazai sighed for a while, it was too hard, part-time work was too hard.

"Let's order fried chicken tomorrow, Bubu."

Genyuki, who practiced singing and dancing every day and ran around Tokyo to clean up the traitors, accepted Mr. Dazai's suggestion with a grateful heart.

"Are you full?" As soon as Yuan Xiwu put down his chopsticks, Osamu Dazai picked up the sheet music, "It's been half a month, and although the feedback I've received here is all compliments, it's still necessary to listen to it yourself." Listen."

"Yugiri-kun, show me all the results of your recent idol training."

Mr. Dazai wants his head again.

Yuan Xiwu took a deep breath, fortunately, he had already made complete preparations in advance.Among a group of trainees, he was always the first to go and the last to leave. He still has a foundation in singing, so he should be able to pass this test smoothly.

He took a few deep breaths to stabilize his emotions, and Osamu Dazai rested his cheek with one hand.In fact, Yuan Xiwu’s sudden review this time seems to be a matter of regularly pulling up the vegetable seedlings in the field to have a look at them before going back, but it’s just his personal interest.Half a month may allow a non-professional to learn a song well, but he doesn't think that the idol's demeanor and the "mourning" qualities that Osamu Dazai requires...

The iris eyes slowly opened wide.

In front of him, a young man with black hair and purple pupils stood there, with a lilac-colored feather draped over a Western-style shirt, and the charm of a gentleman was more and more circulated in the contradictory clothes. The expression of "Yuanxi Wu" disappeared from the young man's face, and was replaced by "Yuanxi Wu" on the stage. As his eyelashes fell down, the scattered light rain seemed to hang down together.

He is alone, silent, pale and dying.

But when he spoke, every sound was unbelievably stable, but the lyrics and emotions were extremely lonely, almost like a bird singing an elegy for the spring on a branch, and would fall into the dead leaves to die after singing.

Of course, Osamu Dazai thinks that there are still flaws, such as how to arouse the emotions of the audience with the sight, but he has to admit that Yuan Xiwu has achieved a higher level than he expected.

Then, you can go up!Still going up!His requirements can be more demanding!

...It will be achieved anyway.

Dazai, the boss who was "coddled" by his capable subordinates, took it for granted.

"Have you studied vocal music systematically?"

After quietly listening to a song, Osamu Dazai asked.

"Yes, I studied opera systematically in Europe." Yuan Xiwu has returned to his own state, seeing that Mr. Dazai has a good attitude, and it seems that today's head has been saved smoothly, so he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Mafia over there Families, most of them have deep heritage, opera, jewelry, sculpture, painting... If they have a common language, Port Mafia will get more friends and greater benefits.”

Osamu Dazai no longer hesitated, he made a decision directly.

"Next Monday, I've booked a recording studio at Raging Entertainment, and you can go straight there after practicing in the morning."

Are you going to record a song?Much faster than Yuan Xiwu expected.It's just that if the song is recorded now, the time for the first show...

"I have an idea, maybe your debut can be brought forward."

Osamu Dazai just said that vaguely.

"Come on, let's go to another overtime class, Mr. Xiwu. I wrote down your shortcomings in your singing just now, and I will fix everything tonight."

Yuan Xiwu: "..."

Head, danger!

It's happier when others work overtime and you don't work overtime!Osamu Dazai thought happily, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the weighing scale that Genyugiri had used just now.

He jumped up and watched the value slowly stabilize.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Oh, why is he still heavy?

The author has something to say:

Da Zai, the crumb boss who made his subordinates lose weight while gaining flesh himself!

This chapter has Nana Ming!Reliable adults have already planned to use legal weapons to crack down on unscrupulous companies that abuse child labor!

Port Mafia: ? ? ?