Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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"Dazai Osamu?"

"Well, yes, it is said that he is a person who can eliminate the curse spirit through physical touch."

"Is it some little-known spell? It can destroy the curse spirit just by touching it. This is the first time I've heard of it after living for such a long time."

"No, Louhu, that's not a spell." The squinting black-haired man shook his head lightly.He shook a piece of information in his hand, and continued: "This man named Osamu Dazai is not a magician."

On the stack of documents, there is a photo that was secretly taken at an unknown time.It's a bird's-eye view, and the picture is not very clear, but it can barely be seen that it is a young man with an outstanding appearance.

The man raised his hand, holding the document in one hand, and pointed to the black-rimmed glasses on the face of the young man in the photo with the other finger, "He needs to wear this kind of special glasses to be able to see the curse spirit, it can be seen that there is nothing wrong with him. No spells."

The curse spirit with gray-blue skin and a volcano-shaped top of his head blinked the eye that occupied most of his face.

He raised his hand and groped his chin for a moment, then asked: "Could it be 'Heaven and Curse'? Xia You?"

"Well, I have actually considered this point." The man called "Summer Oil" shook his head, and he shrugged his shoulders: "But unfortunately, it is not."

"I think it's the man's own problem. He is very special, like a 'resistor', and the resistance tends to be infinite. It can probably completely isolate the input of mana."

"You also know, right? Some low-level spell spirits, if they lose the opportunity to provide them with spell power for a short time, then they will disappear directly."

"As for the high-level curse spirits, even if they won't disappear under his touch, they will lose their ability to fight, and they won't be able to use any spells at all."

Leo Hu opened his mouth in surprise, revealing his dark teeth. He glanced at the photo again, "Sounds a bit tricky, then this person."

"Well, if we want to implement our plan in Shibuya in the future, this person may become a huge variable."

The bottom of his eyes became dim, like a pool of black ink that was too thick to melt.He looked at the document in his hand again, his eyes locked tightly on the face of the young man with the corner of his mouth curled up: "So, this man must be dealt with as soon as possible."

His voice fell, resounding on this clean beach, and was soon swallowed by the churning waves.

And the door standing on the beach was slowly pushed open.

Xia You fell silent immediately, and put away the document calmly.Then, as if nothing happened, he turned to smile and looked at the person who entered this space.

A petite girl in a black dress stood at the door. Her white feet stepped over the door frame and landed on the soft sand, walking in with a strong smell of blood.

"Good morning, Yuki." Xia You raised her hand and waved slightly towards the girl.

Yuki ignored his greetings, she looked around coldly, the temperature around her seemed to drop with her expressionless face.

She didn't see the person she was looking for, so she asked bluntly, "Where is the real person?"

"Real man." Xia You squinted those slender eyes, with a slightly false smile on his face, making it hard to figure out what he was thinking.He pondered for a moment, as if he was really thinking seriously, and then said leisurely: "Maybe he is avoiding you, Yuki."

"Do you still remember? In that school two weeks ago, the real person was beaten to death by you. When he came back, he could hardly keep his human form, and he kept complaining to me." His tone was light and light. , without strength, seems to be saying an insignificant thing.

The girl with a delicate and gentle face suddenly opened her eyes wide. She amplified the decibels of her voice, showing a terrifying expression that was completely inconsistent with her appearance. She raised her head and said sharply, "I don't care what you guys are going to do—!"

The tiny branches that came from nowhere slowly climbed onto her face, the branches were no longer as dry as before, not only the color became a little more vibrant, even small pieces of green leaves grew.

"If you dare to touch the teacher." She glanced those pure black eyes in the direction of the man, and the terrifying killing intent spread immediately.

"I'll eat you too."

After the alarm rang, Sawada Tsunayoshi sat up from the bed sleepily.

He half-closed his eyes and groped his hands on the bedside table. When he touched the vibrating mobile phone, he slid the screen to turn off the alarm clock without even looking at the mobile phone.

The room returned to calm in an instant.

Tsunade let out a breath of exhaustion.

Looks like I didn't sleep well last night.

When he woke up in the morning and found that his head was groggy, he knew that he probably had another nightmare.He raised his hands and rubbed his temples, which were suffering from a dull pain. After feeling the pain eased a little, he yawned and slowly got out of bed.

Pulling on his slippers as if he was still separated from his soul, he unsteadily pushed open the bedroom door, and then he heard the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs.

Osamu Dazai.

It's strange to say that that man obviously looks lazy and idle all day long, but surprisingly he wakes up very early every day.It seems that sleep is just a necessary part of maintaining physiological needs for him.

Tsuna is quite curious sometimes. When he sleeps, he always sees Dazai when he opens his eyes for no reason. However, they have lived together for a while, and he has never even seen Dazai's sleeping face. .

He raised his hand and yawned again, and wiped the physiological tears overflowing from the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand.

That guy Dazai...you don't even need to sleep, do you?

When this weird idea floated in his mind, he still nodded and thought it made sense.

So, Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was still in his pajamas and didn't wake up at all, walked down the stairs holding the handrail like a sleepwalker.He didn't see Osamu Dazai in the living room, so he walked towards the kitchen and opened the glass door.

When the door was opened with a small gap, there was a singing voice flowing out from inside——

"It's impossible to die for love alone~ With two people, you can."

".What are you doing?"

"Oh~ Gangji-kun." The man who was frying some food ended his intoxicated singing state, and he turned his head back with a playful smile, "I'm making breakfast, breakfast."

Tsunayoshi Sawada stood in front of the door and twitched the corner of his mouth.

No, what I want to ask is why on earth are you singing this weird song so early in the morning.

Tsunayoshi has always felt that Osamu Dazai's voice is good.But he couldn't understand why this man always ignored his own advantages and did all kinds of anti-human things.

We have lived together for two full weeks.

Because Tsuna remembers that Dazai said that he is not very good at cooking, and it is said that he has made horrible dishes that can make people lose their memory after eating, so he is (no) willing (ke) love (nai) willing (he) ) as the person in charge of cooking.

Normally, he was responsible for preparing breakfast for the two of them after he got up, but today Osamu Dazai actually entered the kitchen in person on a very rare occasion.

Tsunayoshi glanced at the bacon and eggs on the pan, and the food that Osamu Dazai fried seemed quite normal.

"Why did you enter the kitchen today?" Gang Ji crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

The black-haired man turned his head back with a smile, and continued to fry the food in the pot, leaving Tsuna a back view.

"Because Tsuna Ji-kun will get up late today." His voice was mixed with the sound of crackling warm oil.

Gangji tilted his head in confusion: "Why do you say that? I obviously got up on time."

He got up early today as usual.As usual, sitting up when the alarm goes off is a habit he has developed over the years.

"No, it's already eight o'clock."

"?" Gang Ji's eyes widened, and his head, which was still a little confused, woke up instantly.

Osamu Dazai turned off the induction cooker, and put the food in the pot into two white disks placed on the stove.Then he took off the apron on his body, smiled and said, "I postponed your alarm clock for half an hour."

"you."

"Gang Ji-kun probably doesn't know what he is like now?" The black-haired young man's tone was very light, with some inexplicable softness in it, "There is a mirror in the living room, you should go and take a look at it."

Tsunayoshi obeyed Osamu Dazai's words, turned his head and went to the place where he waited to stand in front of the full-length mirror.

Then, he saw himself wearing loose light-colored pajamas, with disheveled hair like a bird's nest.The eyes are even more ugly, not only filled with blood, even the eyelids are red and swollen.

It was like crying for hours.

He sniffled.The tip of the nose is also red.

Tsuna raised his hand innocently to touch his eyelids, and immediately felt a hot sting.Only then did he realize why when he just woke up, he couldn't open his eyes for no reason.

The black-haired young man came out of the kitchen with two breakfasts and placed them on a square dining table.

"Tsunayoshi-kun, did you know that you were crying and making noise in bed last night?" Dazai Osamu's tone was very flat, he opened one of the seats, and sat on it with his back to Tsunayoshi.

Gang Ji raised his hand and rubbed his eyes again, and suddenly felt that what this guy said sounded wrong.

"Did I have a nightmare again yesterday, was it noisy?" He didn't know what it would be like after he fell asleep.

Originally, he would be on guard even when he was asleep, and his teacher specially trained him in this area, but he didn't expect that Osamu Dazai would approach him after sleep over and over again.

He didn't know when Osamu Dazai entered his room, and even modified the alarm clock of his mobile phone.

"Gun Ji-jun's sleep quality is really poor." The man sighed softly, "Am I scary? You are crying and struggling while calling my name."

"Ah. Did I call your name again?" The brown-haired young man lowered his head slightly, raised his hand and scratched his cheek, his face became hot.

It's a little embarrassing.He didn't remember anything when he woke up, but the other party knew his situation clearly.

"Yes."

"But now is not the time to worry, Tsunayoshi-kun, go wash up, or the breakfast will be cold." Osamu Dazai reminded, shaking the fork in his hand.

Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded, and then headed for the bathroom with big strides as if trying to escape.

Staring at the slender brown-haired man closing the bathroom door all the way, Osamu Dazai's originally plain face gradually showed some doubts.

That's so weird, Tsunayoshi-kun.

What exactly did you see in your dream?Why are you crying so sadly?

In the early hours of last night, Osamu Dazai, who had already fallen asleep, was woken up by crying from the opposite room.

He lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and pushed open the door of his bedroom.

After reaching the corridor on the second floor, Tsunayoshi Sawada's crying became more obvious.It was the pure roar and cry of an adult male, as if he had experienced some great pain.

Osamu Dazai softly turned and opened the door of the other party's bedroom, and through the thin moonlight outside the window, he saw the man shrunk himself into a ball without any sense of security, looking fragile and pitiful.He was still crying, his voice was hoarse.

The black-haired young man stood in front of his bed with very light steps.

The man's face was pale, and his brows were tightly knit together.His body was trembling, as if he had been frightened, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were still pouring out in big drops, like streams flowing out continuously.

"Gun Ji-jun." He squatted down and whispered in the man's ear.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's crying stopped for a moment.

He turned over on the bed, opened and closed his pale crimson lips lightly, and whispered: "Osamu Dazai."

The black-haired youth lowered his eyes and responded softly: "Yes."

The young man still had his eyes closed, as if he was still in a dream. His expression had recovered a moment of tranquility, but soon, he turned to screaming again: "You liar——!"

"why.?"

"Why are you lying to me?"

The black-haired young man put his hands on the edge of the bed, he looked at Gang Ji, although his face was calm, but his eyes were flickering.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he heard the young man's hoarse voice overflowing from his lips as if he was begging——

"Please...don't die."

The author has something to say: the second update~

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Wenwen originally expected to write 40w words, but now I feel inexplicably, it seems that the line of 40w can't be stretched.

I still have a lot of things I haven't told you x (paralyzed)

By the way, writing novels can actually get rid of Internet addiction. I haven’t opened Steam for two months, and I haven’t played much mobile games.