Fumino: Did Akutagawa lose his horse today?

"Long, let's go." Mr. Zhi took Akutagawa's hand, his heart throbbing with pain, but he still forced a smile on his face: "Both Hiroshi and Kume miss you very much~"

Akutagawa's eyes lit up immediately, but then he became timid again: "But next..."

"Kume made a fig cake~ It's specially prepared for a greedy lop-eared rabbit~ If the little rabbit doesn't eat it, he can just throw it away~"

Akutagawa grabbed the hem of Mr. Zhi's clothes: "Please be sure... to leave it to my subordinates."

Speaking of Akutagawa, it directly turned into a black rabbit with only a little white lop ears, just like what I saw in the video viewer before, the pink and tender little nose moved uncomfortably Akutagawa buried his head in Mr. Ji's kimono, his voice was trembling but firm: "I just don't want to waste the food made by Kume! That's it!"

Mr. Zhi smiled and touched the little lop-eared rabbit caught in his arms, but he couldn't see it with Akutagawa, and looked at Osamu Dazai with malicious eyes, full of disgust.

you ~ do not match ~

Mr. Osamu said so with his mouth, and then completely ignored Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima and left.

And Atsushi Nakajima fell into a crash the moment Mr. Zaiji Nakajima appeared, and finally came to his senses and saw the scene of Akutagawa turning into a lop-eared rabbit, so the whole person froze.

In other words, do tigers and lop-eared rabbits need reproductive isolation?Atsushi Nakajima's mind was filled with this question.

Osamu Dazai had a perfect smile on his face, even if he was put down like this, he still followed with a smile on his face.

Atsushi Nakajima hurriedly followed.

"Hey, Akutagawa, is that why you just left with your former teacher? Or, did you forget that you are still a mafia?"

Akutagawa's little paws grabbed Mr. Ji's kimono tightly, and raised his head: "I know that I am still a Mafia." Akutagawa's voice, which had turned into a lop-eared rabbit, also became immature, and what he said seemed to have a hint of sweetness The smell of milk, the tone and voice are obviously cold, but it makes people feel like she is acting like a baby.

"But I am willing to guarantee with my life, Master, Kume and Hiroshi will not harm Hong Kong/Black." Akutagawa looked at Osamu Dazai firmly.

Mr. Zhi rubbed Akutagawa's furry ears, and said with a touch of pampering in his tone, "Don't worry, Long, this youth club was prepared just for you."

"For the next?" Akutagawa blinked his peas in confusion, and question marks were about to materialize in his round eyes.

"Because it's a publishing house that exists for dragons!" Mr. Zhi suddenly became excited: "Even when Long was young, he was able to write such amazing and brilliant works. With so many, the dragon must be stronger, and your article must have undergone a transformation and become even more outstanding."

Hearing Master's unsparing praise, even Akutagawa felt very shy. After all, Akutagawa was rarely praised, except for the three Masters, no one praised himself.

"I, I have lived up to Master's request and insisted on writing books." Akutagawa took a deep breath: "If you don't dislike it, can I ask Master to judge my works again?"

"Eh——then I'll watch it too~ After all, I'm Akutagawa's teacher too, right? Of course I have a chance to watch it." Osamu Dazai leaned forward, opened his eyes wide and pretended to be cute, and pointed at his face. I am willing to admit that I am Akutagawa's teacher.

Akutagawa was a little embarrassed: "But I..."

"That's it, Akutagawa, let me read your novel." Osamu Dazai made the decision without waiting for Akutagawa to say no.

"I said, Long's real master is here, and you are embarrassing my disciple in front of me?" Mr. Zhi looked at Osamu Dazai indifferently.

"How can this be called embarrassing? As Akutagawa's teacher, I naturally want to see what my disciples will do." Dazai Osamu didn't care about Mr. Ji's sharp eyes at all.

When we arrived at the YMCA, the YMCA is located in Yokohama where there are the most cherry blossoms. Even the appearance is exactly the same as the residence where Akutagawa used to live. Kume and Hiroshi sat in the yard, with Akutagawa’s favorite fig cake and books written by each on the table.