How to raise Dazai gently

"Ha." Osamu Dazai laughed inexplicably, "Can 'book' still be used like this?"

But in theory, 'book' can indeed be used in this way.

Looking back, all the words written by Osamu Dazai on this so far have come true without exception. No matter how absurd and unreasonable, as long as you write your wish on the 'book', it will definitely come true.

This is a god's prop capable of distorting the rules of the world and making dreams come true.

Osamu Dazai looked at the flawless beauty half nestled in his arms like a puppet, and said in a mellow voice with a smile: "What's your name?"

what is the name

From those clean and clear eyes, Osamu Dazai read this sentence.

"Well... it seems that there is still a basic reaction."

The leader of the port mafia touched his chin, and then said: "Can you dress yourself—ah, it seems that you can't."

In just a few words, Osamu Dazai quickly figured out what kind of state the beauty in front of him was.

No common sense, but the ability to learn things quickly.

Osamu Dazai found out his windbreaker, and after putting it on him, the other party quickly knew how to wear it—the reason why he used "he" to describe the beauties in this book was because the other party, no matter the upper body or the lower body, was It was smooth and flat, just like the dolls specially designed for children in the store. The body curves were beautiful and moving, but there were no organs that would cause evil thoughts.

In this way, it seems that this beauty does not need to excrete, perhaps for some high-ranking officials who claim to be noble and clean, he is the most desirable pet.

"I still have to arrange a legal identity for you..."

Osamu Dazai admired the black-haired beauty in his shirt and windbreaker, and suddenly felt blessed: "By the way, your name should be Araki Kongshi!"

"Come on, follow me, Araki Kongshi—"

Osamu Dazai taught him enthusiastically, and he was able to read it smoothly after reading a few times.

"Araki Kongshi." Osamu Dazai pointed at him, and then at himself: "Osamu Dazai."

The beauty who got the name Araki Kongyo blinked those eyes that made people want to keep looking, and said softly in an ethereal and melodious voice: "Osamu Dazai."

Dazai was stunned.

The heart speeded up uncontrollably, and it was beating in his empty chest. A stream of heat was surging in his body, as if at this moment he was finally able to emerge from the bottomless abyss of despair. head, taking a deep breath.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai suddenly understood that Araki Kongyo would not betray him, would not doubt himself, and that he belonged to him completely.

"Hmm...so that's the case, I kind of understand why there is such a saying that 'the name is the shortest spell'..." Osamu Dazai laughed while talking.

He changed his original mind. With the entire port mafia, he has no shortage of bodyguards and thugs.

Osamu Dazai stood up, came to the large and thick mahogany desk, picked up the phone and pressed the shortcut key.

After a few bells, rock music rang out along with the other party's irritated and angry voice: "Leader, leader——"

"Yeah, Chuya, Merry Christmas." Osamu Dazai greeted his subordinates happily, "It sounds like you guys are having fun? I give you an order - come to me within 10 minutes."

Osamu Dazai could almost hear the orange-haired man on the other end pinching his mobile phone to make his teeth creak. If possible, Nakahara Chu would also want to rush to him within 10 minutes, and then put Throw your phone in the face hard.

But it's a pity, even if Nakahara really wanted to do this crazily, with his temperament, he would never do anything to Dazai Osamu, who is the leader.

"There is something urgent." Dapeng spread his wings on the edge of the bottom line that was acceptable in the Central Plains, and Osamu Dazai added this sentence slowly with a smile.

While waiting for Chuya Nakahara to arrive at the office, Osamu Dazai found out the TV and books with great interest, and took Araki Koyo to read them together.

Araki Kongyo doesn't seem to need to learn from scratch, he can understand the text, whether it is Japanese or French, or the West Asian script that few people learn except the place of origin, he can read its meaning accurately.

If Osamu Dazai didn't have any materials at hand, he would have asked Araki Koyo to try to see if he could decipher the Sumerian cuneiform and Egyptian hieroglyphs smoothly.

Just when he started to teach Araki Kongyo to write, Nakahara Chuya pushed open the door of the chief's office panting.

"Boss, may I ask what urgent matters are—"

"We arrived in 8 minutes, as expected of Chuya." Dazai Osamu glanced at the clock and clapped his hands appreciatively.

Araki Karagi didn't know why, so he clapped his palms like a seal applauding.

Zhong Yuan was also surprised, only to find the third person in the office.

His back was covered in cold sweat, and before the other party applauded, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't even notice his existence-this should have been impossible.

Gravity made the blue pupils quickly and fiercely lock on to the black-haired boy who was sitting on Osamu Dazai's lap, but Nakahara was also obviously stunned when he saw the opponent's face clearly.

Without him, every part of this neutral young man conforms to human's definition of beauty, even Zhongyuan Zhong was inexplicably dazed for a moment when he saw Araki Kongshi.

"Who is this guy?" But in the next moment, Zhong Yuanzhong quickly came back to his senses, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, "Boss, is this guy an intruder?"

The red and black berserk ability flashed slightly in his hands, as long as Osamu Dazai said "yes", Chuya Nakahara would immediately rush over to restrain the boy and take him away.

"No." Dazai Osamu laughed heartily, he pressed his chin on the shoulder of the black-haired boy in his arms, and the slightly curly kite hair fell to his ears, and it was as gentle as Araki Kongshi's black hair. entangled together.

He happily announced: "He is my lover, Araki Kongyo."

Nakahara Chuya's expression cracked.

"Don't ask too much, Chuya, go and get the identity of Kongshi done, and then remember to tell the rest of the port mafia—"

Osamu Dazai paused, the corner of his mouth curved freely and freely.

"Respect Kongshi as you respect me, do you understand, Chuya?"

After Nakahara Chuya left the office, Osamu Dazai hugged Araki Kongshi and laughed tremblingly: "Hahahaha Kongshi! Did you see Chuya's expression just now? It's like an expression of landslides! Hmm, Hikari This expression is worth an extra bowl of rice for me! I guess I’m still doubting my life now!”

Araki Kongshi turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai, then suddenly raised his hand, and gently stroked Osamu Dazai's head.

Osamu Dazai's face slumped, his cheeks puffed up: "Hey, are you treating me like a child? I'm your lover—lover, do you know what it means?"

"It means that we will always be together." Araki Kongshi calmly expressed his understanding. He stared at the kite-haired young man, imitating him and curling his lips.

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a while, then suddenly covered his face: "Oops, I actually have a little understanding of Mr. Mori's feelings for creating Alice...Wow, it's so disgusting, I want to become such a dirty and disgusting adult Yet?"

If Mori Ogai, who went to open an orphanage in the suburbs of Yokohama under his name, knew what Osamu Dazai said, what kind of expression would he make?

Nakahara Chuya's speed is very fast. Even if Osamu Dazai called him from the party on Christmas and asked him to arrive within 10 minutes, and asked him to work overtime to deal with the identity of Araki Kongshi, it did not delay time.

Forging an identity is not a big deal. Obviously, this matter can be handed over to the intelligence department, but Osamu Dazai chose to maliciously disturb Nakahara Chuya to enjoy Christmas.

It seems that whether it is the world line between the leader and his subordinates, or the old world line as a double black, the relationship between Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara cannot be improved.

The news that the current leader of the Port Mafia had a lover spread throughout the Port Mafia and all major forces in Yokohama in just a few hours.

"That kid from the port mafia has a lover? This is good news. If you can't catch the leader, it's more than enough to catch a lover!"

"The leader of □□ is actually enlightened? Suddenly announcing that he has a lover, this is not in line with his gloomy and cunning temperament...Come here, go and find out the origin of his little lover, maybe you can get some information!"

"What's the matter with the lover who suddenly appeared?! Isn't the leader of the port mafia a womanizer!? Who is the one who got there first?! Damn it, hurry up and collect information on that lover, since the leader of the port mafia likes This style, then there will be a template for giving away in the future!"

Just having a lover made the various forces in Yokohama jittery and moved accordingly. The port mafia even took the opportunity to find out many undercover spies. Perhaps this was also expected by Osamu Dazai.

"It's really interesting, look, Kongshi, as the leader of the port mafia, I just spread the news that I have a lover, so I let them go around and try to get benefits and benefits from it. Human beings in this world are simply It’s like ants who see a candy bar falling and surround it.”

Osamu Dazai sat on the spacious swivel chair with Araki Kongyo in his arms, sighing with emotion.

He recently discovered that Araki Kongshi is indeed worthy of being a bookman, and his breath is also clean and fragrant. Every time he smells it, he calms down his aching head, and even his poor sleep quality has improved a lot.

"Humans are such boring, stupid and greedy creatures."

Araki Kongyo sat in Dazai Osamu's arms, letting him lean on his chest, his eyes looked at the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows with rare and free sunlight, and the whole Yokohama and seascape fell into his eyes.

He very much agrees with Dazai Osamu.

——Especially the phrase 'like ants'.

In Araki Kongyo's view, this world is like a city of ants, narrow and cramped for him.