Idol coser Mr. Sokin

"Whoa."

"Chung Ye?"

Before Zong Jin could come up with a reason, he heard the sound of water. He looked along and found that the person was still awake. He probably felt that there were people around him, or that he couldn't sleep well due to the environment.

He will react now, in fact, he needs to worry about who to take care of first.

"Chuya, wake up, don't sleep here."

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes heavily, as if looking into a mirror, he bumped into a pair of pale blue eyes, he was stunned for two seconds, tilted his head to test, and then he was sure it was not a mirror.

Feeling the warm water, he also recalled what he was doing before falling asleep.

It doesn't seem like a dream.

Zhong Yuanzhong also propped himself up from the edge of the bathtub, looking sleepy and a little confused: "Why did you come in, do you want to take a bath too?"

Zong near the forehead.

Sure, this big baby must not be fully awake yet.

The guest room he lived in clearly had a bathroom.

"I won't wash. You should get out of the water, or you'll catch a cold." Zong Jin held the towel to catch Chuya Nakahara, who obediently crawled out after a pause for two seconds.

The other party unconsciously leaned on his shoulder, his hair soaked the clothes on his shoulders, Zong Jin hesitated seeing his appearance, and went to the sink to pick up the clothes.

Zhongyuan Zhong also half-opened his eyes and was dazed for a while, and yawned when he saw Zong Jin's movements, he really woke up a little, reached out and grabbed the towel by himself, and backed away from Zong Jin's body: "No, I'll do it myself. "

Zong Jin did not refuse.

"Dry your body, and change clothes quickly." Otherwise, Zong Jin will catch a cold, Zong Jin moved his eyes to the dripping brown hair in Zhongyuan, "Remember to dry your hair with a towel, is that okay?"

"Understood, I'm not a child." Zhong Yuan also muttered, walked to the sink, picked up a towel and wiped his hair.

Zong Jin took a look and went out in peace.

There is still a slaughter outside to pick up. If you can prevent Nakahara from finding out, try not to let him find out that he came in and just kill him. After all, after all night, it is not good if the mood fluctuates too much—how could Dazai Osamu not be angry with Nakahara? also!

As soon as he closed the door, Zhong Yuanzhong yawned again, threw the towel for drying his hair aside, picked up his clothes and put them on.

Hair or something, it's almost done.

blah blah blah...

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Zong Jin's body received the message, which made him close the bathroom door lightly and quickly before he could react.He twitched the corners of his mouth, looking at the bender not far away.

With his waist bent, he sneaked around the light brown back who didn't know what he was doing with the notebook, choking speechlessly.

Can't you really believe that Osamu Dazai won't run around?

"What are you doing?" His tone sank.

The figure froze obviously, but turned around without any guilt, his kite-colored eyes were full of exaggerated surprise: "chuuya! Have you come to pick me up?"

I'm talking about picking you up from the balcony, please.

Zong Jin stared at his position and the notebook that was blocked by him for a moment, then continued to ask: "...Didn't you promise not to run around?"

When mentioning this, Osamu Dazai became confident: "Obviously Chuuya said he would pick me up soon, but I didn't come after blowing the cold wind for a long time, so I must have to find someone myself!"

Then you are quite brave, you must know that I didn't stop Zhongyuan Zhongye from beating you earlier.

Zong Jin quickly glanced at the bathroom door, remembering that he had just called Zhong Yuan Zhongye to get dressed quickly, and felt a headache: "Anyway, get out quickly."

He didn't want to understand how this man was so bold.

He walked quickly towards Dazai.

But things go against people's wishes, and drama is probably what God loves most.

"Crack." The bathroom door opened.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also wearing pajamas, with a towel hanging around his neck: "Who are you talking to? I heard voices."

Then his footsteps stopped abruptly, and his slightly sleepy expression suddenly sobered up.

Zong Jin walked halfway, and watched Dazai Osamu turn his head and click the mouse twice at a speed that could not see the shadow, and pulled out a USB flash drive.He specially shook it in his hand, and said to Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye in a rather embarrassing tone: "You sing really well~ Zhong Ye. But I think the version you secretly practiced is more suitable for you."

Zong Jin: ...Damn it!

shit.

Zong Jin turned his head in horror to Nakahara Chuya, who hadn't reacted yet, and saw that face went from shock to bewildered blushing to reaction...

It was at least two hours before he sang quietly!

Nakahara Chuya's hairs stood on end: "There's something wrong with you, when did you start squatting outside listening for so long!?"

Osamu Dazai spread his hands helplessly: "Ah, I also have various reasons here... Who told you to hide him in your own home, which made it so troublesome for me to find someone."

When he said this, his eyes lit up, his right fist was hanging on his left palm, and he looked at Zong Jin with anticipation: "I can also take in the homeless Xiao Zhongye, how about it? Do you want to come to my house! You can sing as you like~ There are kittens nearby! Unlike Zhongye who is busy all day and night, we can go shopping together~ How about it? How about it

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Probably because of the shock of being invited to live together by Osamu Dazai, Zong Jin felt a little hairy, and subconsciously took a step back.

Central Plains Chuya:#

"Who cares about you, go to hell, bastard Dazai!"

A towel broke the law of parabola, and it hit Dazai Osamu's face with great precision.

Zong Jin was ready to stop the two of them, but in the end, Zhong Yuanzhong just walked towards the bed aggressively, and even grabbed Zong Jin who was standing between them, and persuaded him earnestly: "Don't trust him. The guy is definitely just trying to catch you to take care of him! It's okay to talk to him, but don't lie!"

No... Even if it's just to avoid trouble for Chuya Nakahara, he won't go with Osamu Dazai, okay?

Zong Jin was dragged away for two steps. When he saw Zhong Ye, he seemed to want to get on the bed, so he subconsciously pulled him back: "Wait a minute, your hair hasn't been blown yet..."

He was just halfway through.

"Ah-choo!" Nakahara Chuya shrugged.

"Ahh-!"

To say that the first sound Zongjin really caught a cold in his head, and the second sound was that he thought he had heard it wrong at first, but when he realized that it was Dazai Osamu who sneezed, he felt a little reasonable.

He squatted outside in the middle of the night for so long, if he doesn't catch a cold, I will take his last name today.

Zong Jin was suppressed by these two sounds, and he still had the feeling that it was true. He looked at Nakahara Chuya, whose nose was a little red from sneezing, and Dazai Osamu, whose lips were a little pale, and only Under the helpless speechless.

The sun has risen outside, and when it shines into the room, it is divided into two halves, one light and one dark.

Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai happened to be standing on the left and the right under different lights, and they almost sneezed in unison, but neither of them looked at each other.

Although the atmosphere is a bit stiff, it seems that there will be no fight.

Zong Jin also dared to leave for a while with peace of mind.

"I'll make some ginger soup, Dazai, take off your coat and hang it by the window to dry." Zong Jin confessed, just as he looked at Zhong Ye, Zhong Yuan Zhong seemed to be aware of it.

"Okay, I know, blow your hair, right? I can do it." Nakahara put his hands on his neck, and turned his feet to get the hair dryer.

Woohoo, this is so worry-free.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows when he saw this scene, but did not take off his coat obediently.

Really worried about these two guys getting sick, Zong Jin got out of the room after getting a reply from Chuya Nakahara.He had just stepped out, and before the door was closed tightly, he heard Dazai Osamu's deliberately eccentric tone.

"Hey—Chuya, so you don't bother blowing your hair? That's how it is! You're so big and you have to take care of yourself, how embarrassing!"

Zong Jin: ==

Seriously, won't you fight?