My name is Dazai

"I love you so much, Chi-chan."

delete.

It's too superficial to talk about whether you like it or not.

"Zhi Jiang, I like you so much."

delete.

Zhi Jiang is a sensitive and shy type, and she would feel a lot of pressure if she said it directly.

"Does Zhijiang like me?"

delete.

Isn't this sentence too aggressive "I want to be hugged by Zhijiang."

delete.

It's so weak and helpless, it's embarrassing.

Tangun lay on his side on the bed, typing on his phone.

The speed at which he sends messages is actually very fast. In the supernatural and secret service department, which pays attention to efficiency, even slow-witted people can develop this ability.

It is not a problem to touch type more than 1 characters in one minute.

But Tangun just looked at the phone screen and pressed the keyboard carefully word by word, not as if he was casually chatting with someone, but more like he was carefully dismantling a bomb.

"..."

"What is Tangun doing?"

Before Tangun could figure out what he should say, he saw such a message from the other side.

Tangun's ears turned red: "Good evening Zhi-chan."

"Looking at the "The other party is typing" displayed on the phone has always existed, I originally wanted to wait for Tangun to finish writing before speaking."

"But Tangun doesn't seem to have thought about what to say xb"

Tangun: "..."

"Like a high school girl >w<"

"Ji-chan, you look more like a high school girl." Tangun looked at those cute expressions, and wrote out his thoughts honestly.

"Maybe I am~ Does Tangun feel guilty?"

"Is Zhijiang really a high school girl? Am I making a lot of money?"

"It's not that good."

"Eh……"

"Dreams come faster than Tangun."

Tangun laughed helplessly: "But meeting you is already a very good thing."

"Zhijiang, there is one thing I've been hesitant to tell you..."

"We have known each other for more than a year, I want to meet you in reality, can I?"

"Zhijiang, I want to meet you."

Perhaps Tangun felt that he was too eager to talk to Duan: "But if Zhi-chan has something to do, then forget it."

When Dazai on the phone saw the message, he almost couldn't hold the phone.

Damn, he chatted with Tangun so happily that he got carried away.

Should be cold!

At least he couldn't be so enthusiastic that he would return in seconds. Wouldn't it mean that he had been staring at Tangun's news all the time?

There is a humble atmosphere between the lines in these few messages.

It's like the person lying on the ground teasing the cat didn't even dare to breathe, so he could only hold a piece of ham and wait for the timid cat to come over.

Dazai shook his legs anxiously.

It felt like Fyodor's mouse, with its tail pinned down by a big white cat.But the cat was ignorant and looked at him with pitiful eyes.

Little did he know that his poor little mouse was about to explode mentally!

The black cat seemed to be pulling the ears of the plane, and made an uneasy meowing sound, but was completely unable to resist being licked by the white cat.

It's not that I can't resist, but that I dare not resist with a guilty conscience.

How to do?

Dazai encountered a critical period of choice.

If he didn't go, Tangun would have given him a good reason - busy with work.

It was so sweet that it made him feel ashamed.

But if go...

Dazai refused to think about it, and even wanted to do a hanging therapy to calm down.

But if you don't go... Is it really possible to hide it from Tangun? Dazai inserted his fingers into his hair, suddenly saw the coins on the table, and had an idea: "Go to see if the heads are up, and don't go if the tails are up." See."

Since you can't decide, let fate decide.

Well suited for a coward's approach.

After all, he didn't make the choice himself, so he can push the blame boldly with confidence.

Dazai picked up the coin, rubbed it with his fingertips, and then tried to toss the coin twice with his thumb, but the result was tails.

Dazai was deep in thought, is the probability of this coin not even enough?

Then he tried to toss it again, and it was heads up.

He was inexplicably relieved, and then suddenly realized something.

What's the difference between this kind of throwing until the result that he is satisfied with and saying "I want to see Tangun" by himself.

No, he had to throw it a few more times.

The result of winning two out of three games last time is not advisable, so let's win three out of five games.

Dazai was obsessed with tossing coins, Tangun waited for a long time for Ji-chan's reply, and sent another message like this—"Ji-chan?"

"Sorry, I'm rude, if you are shy, don't force it, I will still like you."

"I'll go~" Dazai picked up the phone, waiting to recover?Here we go, the message has been sent.

Dazai: "..."

His head hit the table.

It was a mistake, a mistake!

On the other side, Tangun looked at the news, and happy little flowers floated around him.

He immediately made an appointment: "Zhi Jiang, is this time okay?"

Dazai looked at him with a sly look.

Of course it is possible.

Both he and Tangun work in one place.

Although his identity is a bit similar to that of a prisoner, he will soon leave the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and even a prisoner can be released on parole.

So of course he can go out.

"Of course." Dazai typed expressionlessly.

He regretted it, he didn't want to go.

Today is another day of being teased by fate.

The author has something to say: Small theater——Zhi Jiang: I want to release Tangun's pigeons.

Dazai: Tangun, look at her letting you go!Bad woman!Quick, ignore her.

Tangun: QAQAngo: What should I say, it's nice to have two mobile phones