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"So I'd rather write a composition..."

Bathed in the brackish sea breeze blowing by the streets of Yokohama, Megumi Fukuro's expression was extremely displeased.

"Why did you bring me here all of a sudden?"

A second ago, I was still doing a writing activity in the classroom that "super fits the daily life of high school students". In a blink of an eye, my tutor, who thought it was a good idea, took me to Yokohama, a seaport city 30 kilometers away from Tokyo.

"Wow, don't you see that Kei likes the composition topic of 'Kow Kua MyGreatTeacher'?"

The slender adult on the right has an "O"-shaped lip, and an extremely exaggerated expression on his pretty face.

"Teacher, I'm so touched~ Well, the task is more important."

"Ah, ah, ah, there is plenty of time for Hui to write slowly when I go back. It doesn't matter if I write 1 to [-] characters!"

"Missing tasks... I have completed all the minimum exorcisms in recent days ahead of schedule. It is clear that you want to push the work to the students again," the black-haired boy sighed helplessly and complained, "Also, who wants Write 1 to [-] words for such a boring thing!"

"Hey, teacher, this is also to train my beloved students, so don't complain~"

"Who would believe you..."

"In short, did you see that building? It's the headquarters building of an organization called 'Port Black Hand Party' in Yokohama..."

"Have you started explaining on your own?"

The character design of "not listening to people well" was fully implemented. The white-haired young man who twirled the paper bag of the local specialty "White Lianwa" with his fingertips pointed at the Hong Kong. Hei Building and started the explanation mode—

"It is said that this is the place where Osamu Dazai, the former leader of the gangster gang at the port, jumped when he committed suicide."

"What is chilling is that when the members and subordinates at that time learned that the leader jumped off the building and rushed downstairs to prepare for his funeral, they did not find the other party's body..."

"Since then, strange things have happened frequently in this building—"

"The blurry reflection of the hanged youth reflected in the window, the afterimage of the corner of the red scarf passing around the corner, the famous painting that automatically transforms into a weird self-portrait in the corridor in the dark..."

"It is rumored that the former leader who committed suicide by jumping off the building has never left - his ghost lingers inside the building, and the dead former leader - is everywhere..."

"So this time we want to find and exorcise the former leader of Hong Kong, Black, who may turn into a curse, right?" A black thread interrupted someone's underworld story meeting, and Fu Heihui asked straight to the point, "Have you obtained permission to enter the building? If so, I will go directly."

"It's too much! You're obviously working hard to create a terrifying atmosphere!" Gojo Gojo, who was ruthlessly interrupted, covered his face in pain like a female high school student whose confession was rejected, and his voice was deliberately lowered from the previous second to become cold The tone switched to gnashing of teeth, "Hui, you really don't look like a child at all! Not cute at all!"

——If Youruhito was present at this time, he would definitely overwhelm the venue, put his face back and make a "horrified" expression!

Gojo Satoru began to regret leaving his other two students in the classroom to do homework.

Maomao regrets.

Cats cry.

Fu Heihui, a reliable underage man who selectively ignores all kinds of tricks of his childish tutor, secretly rolled his eyes that were about to reach Tianling Gai, and said in his heart that he "doesn't look like a child at all". Whose fault is it...

If other children also have a weird guardian who clamors to ride a trolley to recall their childhood when they go to the supermarket to buy ingredients, then maybe he will grow up to be like Fu Heihui.

Sighing, the male high school student, who can always be in a fighting state and mobilize his body's tense senses, just wanted to remind Wutiao to be more serious, when the hair on the top of his head was gently rubbed by a big palm that suddenly covered him.

"Suddenly why...?"

He raised his head in puzzlement, subconsciously frowned slightly and looked at the 1.9-meter-tall man in confusion.

"Ah, relax, Hui." He continued to rub the soft head of the child who was obviously resisting and tried to block it with his hands. "Teacher, how can I have the heart to impose additional tasks on the students? Excessive encroachment on the young The precious time of youth is too much for heaven to tolerate!"

Fu Heihui really will never be able to keep up with her teacher's detached style.

After being taken to visit the Gang Hei Building, he was taken to a nearby bar named "Lupin" by the other party in a blink of an eye.

"So what do you want to do, Mr. Wutiao..." Fu Heihui, who had already sighed for the first time, covered her forehead helplessly, "Did you bring me to Yokohama specifically to find someone to accompany you to buy special products?"

And, is it really okay for minors to enter here casually?

The tall, white-haired teacher in sunglasses didn't immediately open his mouth to explain, but walked straight to one of the booths in front of the counter and stopped, and talked with the person who was sitting in the booth, and then hesitantly stretched towards the door. The student who made a tentative move waved.

"Hey! Hui~ here, why are you still standing there, come here quickly!"

Speechlessly cast his gaze over, Fu Heihui soon found that the head protruding from behind Wutiao was very familiar.

"You are……"

Black hair and iris eyes, red scarf.

Half of his face was wrapped in a bandage.

The person sitting on the deck is the protagonist of the story Gojo Satoru just described—Osamu Dazai, the former leader of Hong Kong and Hei.

--How is this going?

After careful confirmation, the black-haired boy became vigilant, and even folded his hands to make a "jade dog" gesture.

——The aura of the kite-eyed young man in front of him is obviously a curse spirit, and there is nothing wrong with it.

A curse spirit in human form?

"Hui, don't be so nervous~"

"He's a curse spirit! It doesn't feel good, hey!"

"Teacher, I am the strongest! Don't worry, I just need to ask this Mr. Curse Spirit for a little something."

"So what does it have to do with me..."

"Don't ask so many questions, come and sit, come and sit~"

"..."

"This is the brat you were talking about?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows and looked away from the young man who was sitting on guard, shaking the wine glass filled with crystal liquid and round ice cubes in his hand, "It seems that you It's like you didn't tell him anything."

"Ah, if you say it in advance, it's no different from a spoiled movie, and the surprise effect will be greatly reduced~" Responding, he patted the back of the student next to him, "How about it, Hui, do you have anything you want to drink? ? The teacher treats you!"

"I'm still underage, Mr. Wujo..."

"It's okay, it won't be a big problem once or twice once in a while, the teacher will treat it as if he didn't see it~"

"Not that question..."

"I'm joking~ Hui, you don't really believe it, do you? Hahaha!"

"Can I hit you..."

"Will you be punished?"

"It won't be a big problem once or twice once in a while, the teacher just pretends he didn't see it."

"Ehhhhhhhh?? Don't suddenly become sinister like an adult, Megumi!"

"Hey, hello!" Seeing that the teacher-student harmony was about to go on like this endlessly, the impatient Mr. Curse Ling patted the table at this moment, "Hurry up and get to the point and get rid of me quickly! I can I don't have the time to accompany you to play house games with the little devil."

Then Osamu Dazai received the "little ghost head" look like a fool.

"This guy... personally asked to be expelled?"

"Well, there are always so many strange curse spirits," he said at this moment, tearing open the package and tasting the five desserts with peace of mind, his voice was muffled by the cream, "to put it simply, teacher, I am exorcising During the process, I accidentally discovered that the field of this Mr. Curse Spirit is quite interesting, and he is the type who wants to die safe and harmless, so I thought I would leave it to see if it can be useful to the students~”

"..." There was a second of silence as if digesting, Fu Heihui went through the previous content in his mind a little bit, and he felt that he could keep up with the other party before he asked, "This...cough, this gentleman's domain , could it be related to 'memory'?"

"No, but it's not too bad. For you guys," the dead leader named Osamu Dazai yawned lazily like a cat with his chin resting on the table and poking ice cubes in the glass with bored fingers, "I The... uh, domain? It’s the word, anyway, for some reason, in such a half-dead state, I have gained the power to freely manipulate the ‘book’, and I can easily make the soul of a designated person temporarily go to the Another world connected by 'books'~"

"'Book'……?"

"Well, to put it simply, Kei can go to the parallel world to see your biological father?"

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers.

Fu Heihui: "..."

Fu Heihui: "Thank you, I don't want to see you."

Speaking of getting up, he was about to walk out the door.

"Hey? Wait a minute!"

Gojo Satoru held out Erkang's hand.

"It's okay for you to give me a score of zero for the composition," the young man said resolutely from the back when he left, "I'll go back first if there's nothing else to do."

"Pfft...hahahahaha!" Osamu Dazai was having fun watching the play, holding his stomach and couldn't stop, "My God, isn't this kid's father a man worse than Mr. Mori? Are you curious?"

"Well, anyway," Gojo Satoru scratched his head, "It wouldn't be bad to have a little more unusual experience on your birthday, wouldn't it?"

Stopping, Fu Heihui turned her delicate face around while maintaining the expression of seeing a ghost.

Even Dazai, an outsider, can see at a glance that if there are words on the boy's face at this time, then the words must be "You will remember my birthday" plus three exclamation points and a question mark.

"Teacher has thought about it." Gojo Satoru put down the small cake in his hand, his expression suddenly serious, "Even if I am a teacher, no matter how handsome and reliable I am, I will not be able to completely replace your parents."

"—It just happened to be an opportunity, so I want Kei to experience it for myself."

Standing up from the deck, the slender young man with blindfolds made a movement similar to trying to catch a child who rushed towards him:

"Happy birthday, Megumi," he said, "I hope you will be a happy child—"

Then, against the background of the emoji of the young man with the kite eyes, he opened his arms proudly, as if waiting for the young man to be moved to rush towards him.

As expected, Fu Heihui did not disappoint him, the leg that was about to step out paused, and then retracted again.

A few seconds later, he walked towards Mr. Wujo who opened his arms to him like a kind old father...

then.

Just pass by.

He walked up to Dazai Osamu.

Fu Heihui: "Then, Mr. Dazai please?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "Oh."

Osamu Dazai: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

"It's too much! Hui!" The unreliable adult man really yelled, "It's a pity that I have been thinking about the lines for so long and even rehearsed the lines 0.5 times on the Shinkansen!!"

"Ah... Thank you for your hard work." But how exactly is 0.5 times calculated...?

"Hmm? What did you say? Teacher, I didn't hear you clearly wwww~ Say it again?"

"I said you have cream on your face, you look so stupid."

"...OWQ."