Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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10 month 31 day.

It's been a long day.

10:00 am

"Gang Ji-jun, take a quick look, do I look good in this dress?" The man put on a black cloak with a stand-up collar, circling in front of the full-length mirror with a hippie smile on his face.

"Good looking." Gangji nodded.

"How about this?" He put a single piece of golden glasses on his face.

"Good looking." The tone was exactly the same as before.

The man turned his head and complained very dissatisfied: "Hey, it's so perfunctory, Tsunaji-kun~"

"Shouldn't you praise a beautiful man like me who is naturally beautiful?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi was sitting on the sofa, with his back bent and his chin resting.He glanced at the man who was intoxicated at this time, and couldn't help rolling his eyes: "It's because you are a beautiful man with natural beauty, so no matter how you wear it, you look good."

His voice was steady without any ups and downs, like an emotionless robot speaking.

He didn't get any genuine appreciation, so the man pouted, which should have been a very childish expression, but there was no sense of disobedience when it appeared on his face.

"Gun Ji-kun, no girl will like you like this~" His ending sound rose, sounding light and ethereal.Instead he turned his head and looked in the mirror again.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stared at the black-haired man who was humming a little tune, walking around in front of the full-length mirror as if he was dancing, and comparing his clothes with clothes. In a trance, a couple was about to go out, and the husband was forced to wait for his wife to dress up the sense of sight.

Wait, why use the word "husband and wife"!

Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head and quickly shook off these strange thoughts.

However, Osamu Dazai is indeed good-looking.

The skin is very fair, and when I saw it earlier, it still seemed a little sickly pale.

But recently, probably the food is so good, and the schedule has been adjusted more regularly, so Osamu Dazai's skin has turned into a healthy ivory white.

The figure is tall and thin, and the skeleton is not too big, but it also achieves the best sense of visual spaciousness in most people's aesthetics.

Judging from the face, it is really too delicate, no matter which facial features you look at, it is very beautiful.

Sawada Tsunayoshi has seen many faces with exquisite features individually but not ideally combined, but Dazai Osamu's face is really a bit foul, and it is even more eye-catching when combined, making it impossible to look away.

As far as this guy is concerned, considering his overly bright mind and other outstanding advantages, those annoying shortcomings are actually not so unacceptable.

If she was a girl, she might also be fascinated by this kind of man.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stared at the back standing in front of the mirror with his chin resting, thinking to himself.

After all, it is also one of the characteristics of this man to treat women very gentlemanly and reasonable.

But there is no preferential treatment for men. For example, I am not mad at death and maybe I should thank that guy for his mercy.

So, this man has not been beaten to death until now, so he should be more thankful that he has a pleasing face.

At this time, Osamu Dazai had already changed into a gray-black suit with full British style, a cape with a stand-up collar embroidered with dark gold patterns on his shoulders, and a monocle on his face.

He turned around with a smile on his face: "Qiang Qiang, how is it~"

Gang Ji glanced at the man's appearance and asked, "Is it the vampire count?"

This guy, for a Halloween, dressed himself exquisitely enough.

"However, why did the Vampire Earl wear bandages on his body?" Tsuna noticed that Dazai still wrapped white gauze around his body, so he asked his long-standing confusion in another way.

Why did you wear a bandage when you were clearly not injured?

"Hey, does Tsunayoshi-kun want to know why I have bandages on my body all the time?" Osamu Dazai immediately read out the deep meaning hidden in it.

"There's no need to be so mean-spirited, why don't you just ask me~" He still didn't deserve a beating with a smile.

"Then why are you wearing bandages on your body?" Sawada Tsunayoshi's voice came from the sofa.

Dazai was stunned.

He looked at the man opposite, and those warm brown eyes were staring at him closely, clean and clear without any impurities.

When stared at by those soft but piercing eyes, it always makes people tell the truth unconsciously.

Sawada Tsunayoshi has this kind of magic.

There is no sense of oppression and aggression, and it will not force others to do something, but it just wants to cater to him inadvertently.

It's so weird, this feeling.

"Does Tsunayoshi-kun want to know?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes curved greatly.

"Well, I want to know." The man nodded solemnly, as if he was about to find out some important secret, and his expression became a little serious.

"Probably." The man chuckled in a low voice, the meaning was unclear, but it was obviously not a joyful smile. "Having a bandage on my body will give me an unparalleled sense of security." His voice gradually fell.

The less contact you have with the world, the more at ease you will feel.

Etc., feeling.

This answer probably surprised Sawada Tsunayoshi.

I don't know what he thought of, and even frowned.

"Dazai." The brown-haired young man raised his head, and when he called him again, his eyes seemed to become a little brighter.

"Ah."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Osamu Dazai thought of countless words that Tsunayoshi Sawada would respond to him, but the answer given by the other party was completely different from what he imagined.

At that moment, he froze in place.

Those three short words made the muscles on his face inexplicably sore, as if he wanted to twitch.

Weird feeling.

it's wired.

It was as if something suddenly surged up in his rotten body, which made him stunned and even uneasy.That kind of thing, he can't describe and describe.Because I have never experienced it, and I have never heard it mentioned by others.

it's wired.

too weird.

The living room was silent, the two looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

After an unknown amount of time, the man who was used to putting on fake shells all over his body turned back with a smile and looked into the mirror again.

"Gunji-kun, I'm packing up."

"It's Halloween, are you going to go out in your baggy clothes?"

"Is there anything wrong? Also, this is not called 'loose baggy', this is called 'loose and comfortable'." Tsunayoshi Sawada refused to be judged by him on clothing.

"No, no, no, this is disrespect for Halloween, Tsunaji-kun~" The man's voice changed back to the usual one, as if he was talking about something.

"I bought you a dress that suits you~"

"Come and try~"

Halloween officially begins at night.

In Shibuya's bustling commercial district, more people gather at night.

However, in order to prevent any mistakes, Sawada Tsunayoshi and Dazai Osamu arrived at the target location a little earlier.

Although it was still in the afternoon, some young groups came to the commercial district in gangs. Everyone was dressed in Halloween costumes and seemed to be having fun.

So far, there seems to be no danger.

To pass the time, Osamu Dazai and Tsunayoshi Sawada wandered the streets with a cup of milk tea each.

"Yes, yes, it's super delicious, right?" The man dressed as a vampire seemed to have stars in his eyes, and he watched Tsunayoshi Sawada inhale the first sip of pearl milk tea in his life through a straw.

When the cassava starch product made of brown sugar enters the mouth, it has a strange taste inexplicably.

"It's really delicious." Tsunayoshi Sawada raised the glass of drink, looked at the black pearls deposited below, and sighed, "No wonder it's so popular among young people."

"You really sound like a grandfather, Gangji-kun, how old are you?"

Gang Ji rolled his eyes, ignoring the other party's teasing.

As time went by, the sky dimmed, but this block became extraordinarily bright, completely resembling a dimly lit urban night scene.

The streets are getting more and more crowded, full of people.Almost every few steps forward will brush the shoulders of passers-by.

"You laugh so happily, this group of people." Dazai Osamu sighed from the side, his voice was not too loud, and he was almost swallowed by the noisy voices.

"I'm sure you won't be able to laugh for a while." He narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

Sawada Tsunayoshi smelled a sense of crisis from his words, and he became alert almost immediately: "Dazai, do you want to say something?"

The man turned his head, his face turned away from the window of a coffee shop, because the whole person was against the light, only the edge was stained with a little warm luster.

"Well, it's a hostage." His tone was very steady, as if he was talking about something completely unrelated to himself.

Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his lips and was about to say something when he heard a harsh bang.

There was a messy crackling sound, like the two microphones were switched on, and the howling would only be emitted when the two were extremely close.

The LED screen advertisements on the two commercial buildings standing side by side in a V shape were cut off, and the portraits blurred into snowflakes, struggled for a moment, and finally turned into pitch black.

The passers-by on the street raised their heads together because of this scene, the noise of the hustle and bustle disappeared, and the long street with tens of thousands of people turned into a complete silence.

The large electronic screen lit up again.

A person wearing a pumpkin headgear appeared on the screen, but under the hood was wearing a nondescript cassock.

"Everyone, good evening." The man seemed to speak, and the specially processed voice resounded throughout the business district.

"In order to celebrate Halloween with all of you, my companions and I would like to present a heartfelt gift to you all."

"In view of the fact that you may not be able to see it, I will directly inform you—"

"You can't leave this block now."

"If you still want to leave here, call a man named 'Wujo Satoru'."

The screen disappeared.

"What, what is that guy talking about?"

"Wujo Wu? Who is Wujo Wu?"

Sure enough, the crowd exploded, and people talked a lot, all looking puzzled.

Until an adult male standing farther away exclaimed: "What's going on-!"

The man in Halloween makeup looked surprised. He raised his hand, but his hand seemed to touch an invisible barrier. No matter how he moved, he couldn't cross the air wall.

More and more people flocked to that position, and then they found that no matter how hard they tried to move forward, they would be blocked.

Standing not far away, Osamu Dazai watched the increasingly chaotic crowd, took off the golden monocle on his face and threw it away, and silently changed into a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

He raised his head and looked into the sky, and found that the dark spherical barrier enveloped the entire business district.

"Sure enough, is it [account]?"

There was a smile on his face, and he looked at the man beside him, which formed a sharp contrast with the panic of the passers-by around him.

"Tonight is a sleepless night, Tsunaji-kun."

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