Ability name The Tale of Genji

Osamu Dazai slowly tilted his head, and he looked at Yuan Xiwu with strange eyes, as if he was looking at a stubborn stone.

"You're just telling me that?"

Yuan Xiwu was silent for a while, and tentatively spoke again.

"Mr. Dazai, don't worry, if the police really come to you, I will take the blame for you."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

He didn't want to hear that either.

However, he soon discovered that after Yuan Xiwu's eyelashes drooped down again, he stopped still, as if he was pretending to be dead.

"You're shy, Xiwu." He suddenly realized, and freed up a hand to pinch Yuan Xiwu's face.

"Pain... Dazai-san..."

Yuan Xiwu's lacrimal glands were shallow, and when he was pinched in pain, he felt physical tears welling up in front of his eyes, but Dazai Ji didn't let go, so he had no choice but to pinch his face tearfully and dare not move.

"The expression just now was very good. If you keep that emotion, you don't have to worry about the stage effect at all. After all, it is difficult to perform real despair." Osamu Dazai smiled, but soon, his smile faded, The tone also sank slightly.

"However, it is only this mission that needs this kind of emotion."

"There's still a long way to go."

He whispered to himself, let go of his hand and glanced at the time.Since he wants to debut as an idol, Yuan Xiwu can't stay up late, it will damage his state.

"It's getting late, get up early tomorrow and go out with me."

He opened the door and was about to go out when a voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Dazai..."

"thank you very much……"

Osamu Dazai didn't respond, but raised his hand with his back turned to Yuan Xiwu, and his figure disappeared into the lights of the restaurant.

***

"...buy this, this."

In the early morning of the next day, Yuan Xiwu took an unprecedented leave and did not go to Raging Entertainment. Of course, this was Mr. Dazai's permission, and the vacant morning was used to--

buy cell phone.

Yuan Xiwu's original one was issued by Mafia at the port, and it was equipped with a positioning device. According to the regulations, even if you want to change your mobile phone, you need to contact the Mafia headquarters at the port to replace it with a new mobile phone with relevant devices installed.

But Osamu Dazai disagreed.

"How can an idol's itinerary be easily controlled!" Dazai Osamu plausibly said, "What if there is an illegitimate child? What if the whereabouts are revealed to unscrupulous media? These are issues that producers need to consider!"

Yuan Xiwu: "..."

Mr. Dazai has selectively forgotten the fact that he is a Mafia because of his enthusiasm for idol career.

"Let's change the number as well." Dazai Osamu lightly said, "Anyway, there is basically no need to communicate with the outside world during the mission. After this mission is over, I will inform others of the new number."

Now, if Mr. Mori does not go through Osamu Dazai, it will be difficult to contact Gen Yugiri.

Yuan Xiwu looked down at his new mobile phone, then raised his head to look at Mr. Dazai, feeling touched for a while.Mr. Dazai took the initiative to bear the pressure, and briefly liberated him from Mr. Mori's shackles. Although it was only two months, it was precious enough.

Holding the new mobile phone cherished, he was about to leave, but found Osamu Dazai standing still.

"Mr. Dazai?"

"Not paid yet."

"..."

Yuan Xiwu silently swiped his card to buy a new mobile phone, because Mr. Dazai's money had already flowed away with the river in the previous jumps.In addition to buying a mobile phone, Yuan Xiwu also treated guests to a midday meal, which was a high-end meal, which made him feel ashamed holding his bank card.

Port Mafia will certainly not treat important members like Yuan Xiwu badly in terms of wages. Poverty is caused by Yuan Xiwu’s personal reasons. He only keeps 30.00% of his monthly salary for himself. It is a little bit stretched to buy food, clothing, housing and transportation. .

However, Mr. Dazai said that all the money obtained from this mission will go to Yuan Yugiri, which will be an additional income sufficient to alleviate the recent economic crisis, so Yuan Yugiri is full of fighting spirit, although it cannot be seen from his expressionless face.

He ushered in the recording of the single so full of fighting spirit.

Osamu Dazai arranged the recording studio early on, and even attended the scene to supervise in person despite his busy schedule.Yuan Xiwu rushed over after finishing her morning class, had a quick bite to eat, and was as dedicated as ever.

Osamu Dazai saw Yuan Yugiri's appearance when he practiced for the first time. His thin forehead hair was pinned to the top of his head with two clips, exposing his forehead.Probably because the amount of exercise in singing and dancing is nothing to him at all, his forehead and broken hair are clean and refreshing, not even beads of sweat.What satisfies Osamu Dazai the most is that, even with such a refreshing and energetic practice hairstyle, the depression on Yuan Xiwu's body is still perfectly revealed.

Even though his idol career was about to start, this overly handsome boy still didn't smile.

It's this feeling.

"Yuwu, here."

Osamu Dazai just yelled, and Yuan Xiwu's eyes fell on him precisely.There were still a few people around Yuan Xiwu, probably fellow practitioners or seniors who were practicing together, and wanted to say something more, but Yuan Xiwu shook his head and walked straight towards Dazai Osamu.

"Your popularity is really good." Osamu Dazai said with great interest, "Are you a friend?"

Yuan Xiwu shook his head.

"As a mourning idol, Yuan Xiwu won't make friends." After a pause, he continued, "The only spiritual support is the audience."

"It seems that you have grasped the essence."

"It's all thanks to Dazai-san."

The recording studio was ready, and Yuan Xiwu was about to walk in when someone stopped him suddenly.

"Hey, the one in front."

It was a man and a woman who stopped Yuan Xiwu. The woman was dressed up in fancy clothes, the most popular sweet idol style nowadays. The man looked more ordinary, wearing glasses, but he had the right to speak. He was the one who spoke just now.

Like Yuan Yuwu and Dazai Osamu, this is obviously a combination of an idol and a producer.

However, as an autistic bereavement idol, Yuan Xiwu's identity as an idol has been lost to the point where he doesn't make friends, and of course he completely blocks out the mere blunt calls.On the contrary, Osamu Dazai, as if he saw an interesting side mission, actually made a conversation.

"What, is something wrong?"

The male producer pushed his glasses, first introduced the girl behind him grandly.

"This is Daisy Sauce, a well-known idol who has been rising in popularity recently! Her number of fans has reached..."

Dazai interrupted him.

"There are things to talk about." Although he smiled, his face was a little bored. "This kind of talking is as annoying as people who keep asking 'Are you there' on social software."

The producer choked for a moment, and his high arrogance suddenly fell.He paused, reassessed his emotions, and spoke again.

"Daisy sauce is in a hurry to release an album recently. We are willing to pay double the price for this recording studio. We must use it first."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows. This was not even a "request", but just a "force". This attitude made him a little unhappy.Moreover, the professional level of this producer is too poor. It is such an important thing for an idol to release a record. He did not make an appointment in advance. On behalf of the producer group, he expressed deep contempt for this producer.

"What kind of eyes do you have?!" Probably Osamu Dazai's eyes looking at garbage are too obvious, and the veins on the neck of the male producer are bulging, "Idol is the field that pays most attention to qualifications and backing. The capital is one of the best! You should be satisfied when you get twice the price, it’s nothing more than a change of time.”

He is finished.

Yuan Xiwu thought calmly, but honestly supported the wall with his hands to prevent his legs from being weak.Mr. Dazai's temper can be offended?I'm afraid that person will be on the front page of social news tomorrow-"A certain producer drowned in Tokyo Bay" and the like.

Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai was in a very good mood, or he planned to use the method of a producer to defeat another producer.

"When it comes to qualifications and backing, I'm not troubled." He looked cheerful, "Do you know who our Xi Wu is a teacher?"

The male producers are a little intimidated by his uncharacteristically cheerfulness.

"No, I don't know."

"That person has a singing voice that is unmatched by the world, with brilliant orange hair, petite but full of strength, wherever the singing voice goes, the earth will crack!" He lowered his voice mysteriously, "People call it the first song in Yokohama Ji."

Male Producer: "..."

Listen, it sounds a bit powerful...the number one diva or something...

Yuan Xiwu: "..."

That's Senior Chuya, right?Does that describe Senior Chuya? !

"As for the backing, we also have Yugiri!" Osamu Dazai waved his arms even more exaggeratedly, "That person has a status unmatched by the world, with brilliant orange hair, petite but full of strength, wherever he goes, the earth will meet him." crack!"

"People call it the strongest Mafia in Yokohama!"

Male Producer: "..."

Had he heard these words before?

"That's an illusion! Anyway, these two people are sparing no effort to escort Yuan Xiwu." Osamu Dazai's voice gradually deepened, "Are you sure you want to be our enemy?"

Yuan Xiwu couldn't bear to listen anymore, Mr. Dazai's character was used by Mr. Dazai to the fullest, and even split into two to use!

The male producer was almost frightened and was about to shrink back. At this time, the sweet idol who had been silent behind him spoke up, with a bit of sarcasm on the idol's over-makeup face.

"After all, it's just limited to the small place in Yokohama."

Small place?

Yuan Xiwu raised his eyes.

Small place?

Osamu Dazai crossed his arms.

Raging Entertainment President Raging Feng who watched the whole process from a distance: "..."

Oh, fortunately, it's not my idol, but someone who borrowed the recording studio from outside.

Is it not good to live? ! !