My name is Dazai

He opened the door and looked at each other.

"Editor Arashiyama?" Writer Ango asked somewhat surprised.

Could it be that Tangun's supernatural ability is working again? Did he know Arashiyama Kozo?Lang's, I saw him occasionally when I went to Tangun's house for a party, and he was one of the people that Ango Sakaguchi knew well.

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang didn't feel honored, but felt creepy: "Mr. Sakaguchi knows me." Why does everyone here know him, Arashiyama Kozo?Lang had an urge to run away.

Buteizai knew about his black history, so did Mr. Sakaguchi in front of him know?

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang got married and had children a long time ago. What he wants to do now is not to get involved in his past relationship, but to live a stable and salty life.

But in this country, if you lose your job, it's hard to find it again, and even if you find it again, you can't be responsible for a writer of Tangun's level.

Not very cost-effective.

Salted fish refers to salted fish in the past, but when it comes to editing, Arashiyama Kosan?Lang is still motivated.

After all, this kind of thing is closely related to your salary.

The writer An Wu guessed what was going on when he heard this sentence, and his mind was still spinning quickly despite being out of tune on weekdays.

It seems that the person in front of him is unaware.

He stretched out his hand to Arashiyama Kozo?Lang's shoulder, and pulled him in: "Tan mentioned you to me before, please come in. Don't get involved in the Shura field outside."

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang looked at the skillful movements of the writer Ango: "Do similar things happen often?"

"Well, it happens often, and it's super funny." Writer Ango smiled nervously and wanted to make trouble, "It's also fun to get involved."

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang: "..."

He looked at the sloppy look of the writer Ango, and thought of Buteizai's actions just now, and a strange picture appeared in his mind.

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang hesitated to speak, and really wanted to ask Anwu, did they really not consider going to a mental hospital for two days?

Tangun was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, and writer Jae walked in casually.

"Dazai, what do you want?" Tangun stopped chopping vegetables and looked at him.

"Well, I'm just a little emotional, I never thought that I would meet everyone again...Ango's life will return to normal." Writer Zai said.

"...I don't think Ango should resume his daily life." Tangun complained after a moment of silence.

Ango's daily life... No matter how you look at it, it is not quite right, full of plots that make people complain.

"But is Dazai trying to say this?" Tangun still knew the writer Zai quite well.

Writer Zai turned his head aside.

Tangun tilted his head to look at the writer Zai for a while, and then suddenly realized.

"For Chuya, after he writes something, we will write some recommendation letters to other magazines to see if anyone likes it." Tangun said directly.

He knew that Dazai was worried about the poet Chuya, and that Dazai really hated Chuya Nakahara. This was true, but it didn't mean that the writer Zai wouldn't be worried about the poet Chuya.

The only thing I hate is that he and Chuya don't get along, but from a certain point of view, these two people still have a little sympathy for each other, after all, they both like each other's talents.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have made the writer cry among the poets, and he would get together with the poets—although the ending is always a bit unpleasant.

If writer Zai and writer Ango had talked about this matter, writer Ango would definitely say with a playful smile, "Don't you hate Chuya?"

Then kill the writer to the point of crying.

But Tangun isn't interested in teasing the writer Jae, so he offers the solution directly, rather sweetly.

"I'm not worried." The writer Zai said a little arrogantly. He probably thought the tone was strange and frowned, but this was not the point he cared about, so he said that he was really worried. The reason is, "It's just that Mr. Mori here feels very uncomfortable to me, and a place like the Mafia is not suitable for staying for a long time. If possible, I still hope that Chuya and Kusano can leave as soon as possible."

The writer Jae usually has a weak appearance of letting others bully him. In fact, his ideas and ideas are very big, and it is often difficult to really persuade him.

The writer Zai really feels uncomfortable with the Mori Ogai of this world, and he smells like an exploiter, which is the type that writer Zai who advocates Marxism hates the most.

Later, listening to other comments, the writer Zai didn't want to be close to Mr. Sen, who was so pickled by capitalism.

If possible, he wants to keep everyone around him away from each other.

"Is that so..." Tangun suddenly remembered the conversation he had with the writer Ango earlier.

Because of the problems in this world, Zhongye is naturally bound to the port mafia.

If the poets also want to leave the port mafia, then there are many issues involved, and maybe all aspects of them will be involved.

However, things in this area shouldn't be a big problem. If the leader kills people, he shouldn't get himself involved.

Although the writer Ango is equally sensitive to some things, in practice, Tangun still trusts the leader Jae more.

"What's wrong?" Writer Jae asked.

"It's nothing, I just remembered that I made a bet with Ango before, he said he could only do it for three days." Tangun said honestly.

Although neither of them had any money, the bet was like a joke, but he still thought about it.

"What's the bet?" The writer Zai was curious, and then immediately commented, "But anyway, I can only do three? Isn't the sky too exaggerated?" Zai thought of the lazy and unreliable deeds among poets.

The writer Zai seriously substituted himself, if he was the guard...

He can't do it all day.

No, rather he wouldn't have agreed to do it in the first place.

The writer Zai clicked his tongue. Although he hated his origin, he had to admit that his past had influenced him too much.

For example, he can borrow money, but it is difficult to accept being treated to dinner by others.

The job of guarding is also something he will not do.

"But it's already the second day now, so nothing should happen." Writer Zai said confidently.

Seeing how confident the author Jae was, Tangun felt a bad premonition.

I always feel as poor as he is now, and [-] yen is about to wave goodbye to him.

"...Tangun, what expression do you have?" Writer Jae looked at Tangun who looked disgusted, "Hey! The one who made the bet with Ango is you and not me!"

"I just feel that I can't feel at ease when you, Dazai, who is favored by the poor god, say such things." Tangun lowered his head and began to focus on chopping vegetables.

"What do you mean!" the writer Zai asked loudly, as if he had been insulted, "Don't forget whose house you live in now! This is my property! I'm still rich!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Tangun admitted his mistake decisively, "So Dazai wants to bet?"

The writer Zai blinked: "What are you betting on?" He couldn't react.

"Gambling three? In a few days, Zhongye will lose his job." Tangun looked at the writer Jae sincerely and said.

The writer Jae's smile gradually disappeared, revealing the same disgust expression as Tangun before: "...Tangun, are you trying to steal my money?"

"But Dazai, you look very confident, so I'm not sure." Tangun said sincerely, "If that's the case, I want to bet with Dazai. Anyway, Dazai, you don't have any money. It's just a bet."

The writer Zai turned his head and ran away, and he also had his own shrewdness: "No, who wants to bet with someone who graduated from economics, otherwise, wouldn't this be a bet between me and Ango? Don't you, Tangun?" It was picked out." Tangun sighed a bit regretfully: "How could I do such a thing?"

Chuya will be unemployed tomorrow... will he be unemployed tomorrow?

Tangun felt that he should go see Chungye again tomorrow.

The author has something to say: Small theater—Tangun: How dare I borrow money from you, Dazai?

Writer Zai: So you want to cheat my money?

Tangun (looking at the sky).

Writer Zai: You have changed!

Tangun: No, no, I believe Dazai doesn’t have ten thousand yen on you.

Writer Zai: ...I can't be happy.

Comments... Do you have any comments...

"There are no comments on Evolving into a zombie cat..."

Because the Arashiyama editor came here a bit suddenly, so I may not have any good things, so I can only do these reluctantly. "Tangun said to Arashiyama Kosan? Lang.

Arashiyama Kosan?Looking at the food on the table, Lang remained suspicious of Tangun's "reluctant".

If this is forced, what is not forced?

"If Mr. Tan can answer the phone, I would be very grateful." Arashiyama Kosan?Lang adjusted his mentality. Regardless of Tangun's background, Tangun only cared about the relationship between editor and writer.

Now that he has felt Tangun's attitude, Arashiyama Kozo?Lang will not continue to tremble, it is not interesting.

"Mr. Dazai, too. We already know that the two of you are not familiar with modern communication devices, but we still hope to trouble you to learn a little bit." Arashiyama Kozo?Lang looked at the writer Ango, "I wonder if Mr. Sakaguchi is familiar with these devices?"

"I'm not familiar with it." The writer Ango replied without thinking.

He is not familiar with any equipment that can help remind people.

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang: "..." Sure enough, these teachers have to keep a certain distance to ensure that the filter can take effect reasonably.

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang looked at Hei Shizai as if asking for help. If he was younger, he should be familiar with these things, right?

However, Mr. Tan and Mr. Dazai's identity certificates are not very old, so why are they as old as the elderly who can't handle this kind of thing.

Hei Shizai silently reduced his sense of existence.

Since he wrote an article last time, he has not started to write a second one.

He doesn't want it.

"That's it, then I can only stay in Yokohama for a while. If Mr. Tan and Mr. Dazai don't know how to use mobile phones, I think I have the responsibility to teach teachers how to use mobile phones."

"Ah, this...that's unnecessary." Tangun looked at the leader Jae, and felt that it was too bad for him to say that he actually knew how to use a mobile phone, "Dazai would..."

The leader Zai turned his head away and snorted forcefully.

I was so happy to be tickled by Wu Jingzai before, but now I think of him.

Scumbag.

But he still spoke—before Wu Zhenzai spoke: "That's right, just find me."

Wu Jingzai gave a sharp cry.

The leader pouted, everyone is Dazai, who doesn't know who's little mind!

"But you must not come when my dear and I are tender." The leader Zai's smile gradually became terrifying.

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang: "..." Help.

"Then can you tell me about your tender time?" Arashiyama Kosan?Lang felt that this question was embarrassing, but because the leader Zaidu said so, he still had to ask it.

"It's possible 24 hours a day." The leader Jae raised his foot to hook Tangun's calf, but suddenly touched his foot in the other direction.

...no, the other two.

The leader Zai looked up.

At the same time, Miss Zhizi and Takenzai also raised their heads.

three?Eyes meet.

three?Dazai's actual age is about the same, and his brain circuits are similar, so it's not surprising that he crashed embarrassingly.

Tangun didn't notice it, and looked up at San who was "eyebrowing" strangely.Dazai: "What's wrong?" "Tangun, they hooked my calf with their feet!" Three?Only Dazai said with one voice, the villain first complained.

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang couldn't help but look down.

Hey, hey, the feet of the three of you... are stretched towards Teacher Tan.

He looked up at Tangun, and Tangun looked up at the roof and sighed.

Although Tangun didn't look down, he knew the virtues of Dazai very well.

Thinking about it, it must be another reason similar to the uneven distribution of spoils or that he did not monopolize all the spoils.

Writer Zai sighed: "Why are they so stupid?"

A high IQ does not mean that the things they do are not stupid, at least the writers look at them as if they are looking at fools.

Zai Meow jumped onto Tangun's lap, meowed softly, and then Hei Shizai picked up his neck and threw it aside, and he himself sat on Tangun's lap: "Brother~" Arashiyama Kosan?Lang felt that he was about to run out of food, obviously Tangun's cooking was so delicious, but he just had this feeling.

Tangun looked at Arashiyama Kozo?Lang, Hei Shizai sitting on his lap has already begun to be pulled out by Miss Zhizi like a carrot: "Since the matter of editor Arashiyama has been dealt with, and it is confirmed that we will answer the phone, is it this afternoon?" I'm going back to Tokyo about my manuscript...I'll try to finish it this week."

Although Tangun was harassed by the leader Jae before, he was still thinking about making money, so he would write a little bit when he had time.

Although it is not finished, the general idea is already there.

In fact, his biggest difficulty is Dazai and the others.

They're absolutely going to mess with it.

They are already noisy enough when they are not in a hurry, but when Tangun is about to get busy, everyone knows that this group of cats and cats who are unwilling to be lonely will definitely start making trouble.

Anyway, Tangun couldn't do anything, so they were happy.

My cat is just that bad.

If he wasn't worried about Dazai and Ango, he really wanted to ask Arashiyama Kozo?Lang Is there any quiet place where he can finish his manuscript.

...Actually, Tangun also knows that no matter which Dazai it is, there is no need to worry about its ability to survive.

Even if he is not around, the writer Zai can survive on credit everywhere, let alone the other Dazai, who are living like stray cats.

The writer Ango is even easier to support.

Everyone is capable of living independently, so what is there to worry about?

Tangun's eyes wandered for a moment.

After all, he needs them to rely on him, so that he can prove that he will not be left behind.

Tangun sighed softly.

Hei Shizai hugged Tangun's neck vigorously, Miss Zhizi didn't talk about Hei Shizai, but quietly did not speak.

"Tangun needs attention like a child." Writer Ango said while biting his chopsticks.

"This time, except for Tangun who abandoned us on his own initiative, there is no way for us to leave you." The writer Jae tilted his head and pretended to wipe his tears, "Tangun, please don't dislike me... just forget about Ango .”

"I don't think I'm as annoying as you are." The writer Ango sighed.

I don't know how he, a shit-stirring stick, has the courage to say such things.

"Others don't mind, Tangun, I refuse you to abandon me halfway through my life." The leader Zaitoji said to Tangun.

His tone was calm and his posture was casual, but what he said made people feel that this was an unchangeable fact.

"Brother is my guardian." Hee Shijae hugged Tangun's neck, and said in his ear, "I can't grow up, so you can't abandon me, a child who is not yet an adult."

Miss Zhizi looked at Tangun in surprise: "We haven't been in contact for too long, Tangun has already started thinking about how to get rid of me, no, dad can't do that!"

"That's right, you only recognized me yesterday!" Butengzai didn't know what was going on, but he could feel that Tangun's mood had become depressed, and there must be some specific reason.

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang was even more confused. He didn't know why the scene suddenly turned into an affectionate confession, so he could only grasp the last key word he heard: "...Dad?"

"Cough..." Tangun coughed lightly, as if he heard the voice of his reputation being victimized again, "Just kidding, just kidding."

This kind of person who is actually not related by blood and has a delicate relationship calls Dad always makes people think in a strange direction.

With his own editor in front of him, Tangun thought it would be better if he explained it a little bit.

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang looked at Tangun with subtle eyes, as if he was thinking about something, but he gave up his thinking in the next second.

Isn't it the writer and his fish pond?

It should be considered normal... right?

"Teacher Tan said before that the manuscript could be handed in within a week..." Lanshan Guangsan?Lang looked at Tangun's right hand.

Tangun shrank his right hand fingers in embarrassment, and then stubbornly pretended that nothing happened: "What is Editor Arashiyama looking at?"

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang Xin said that this kind of reaction doesn't look like a young man at all, it's just the thick skin of a middle-aged person.

But I don't think it's strange when I think about it. After all, surrounded by a bunch of such strange people, I think I have experienced a lot of social death scenes.

"Nothing." Arashiyama Kozo?Lang quickly continued, "But I won't leave now. I won't leave until Teacher Tan and Teacher Dazai hand in the manuscript."

Tangun couldn't help leaning forward, trying to convince Arashiyama Kozo?Lang: "...Editor Arashiyama, Yokohama is very dangerous. And I didn't say everything, it will be handed in within seven days, there is really no need to stare at me here."

Arashiyama Kosan?Lang looked stubborn: "It's okay, I have the ability to protect myself. Also, since Teacher Tan already has the goals he set for himself, why worry about me staring at you here and just ignoring me .I don't mind."

Tangun said in his heart that this is indeed the case, but what about being urged and voluntary?

His editor always made him feel awkward in Yokohama, as if every time he fished with Dazai, his editor would rush over with a 40-meter machete.

Although Yokohama is dangerous, there are many ordinary people living in Yokohama, and he himself is not an ordinary person.

"Let's put things like my life aside for now. If Teacher Tan wants to drive me away quickly, please submit the manuscript in time." Arashiyama Kosan?Lang looked at the other people in the house, and seemed to see through the truth that Tangun couldn't really hand in the manuscript in time, "If you need the service of the small black room, I am also very happy."

Tangun sneered, thinking about things like a small black house and forgetting about it.

And he had no doubt that even if he entered the small dark room, the Dazai cats and cats whose lockpicking skills were fully activated would definitely be able to drag him out of the small dark room and start playing with him.

The author has something to say: Small Theater - Writer Jae: Tangun, please attract firepower!That way the editor will forget that I didn't submit the manuscript.

Tangun: ... Dazai?

Writer Zai: The beauty of gay friends is that they can cheat!

Comments...are there any today?

"Cat Probe"

Chapter 258 Kosaburo Arashiyama, who said he was going to stare at Tangun, didn't stay at Tangun's house. After all, he is an editor, so it's not appropriate to stay in the author's house all the time, not to mention that there is the leader here who makes him unpredictable And scared people.

So Kosaburo Arashiyama bid farewell after dinner.

Tangun touched his aching heart and decided to go to work.

After he cleaned up the dishes and the table, he looked at the Dazai: "I want to go to work for a while..."

Tangun knew that when he said this, it would be like a weak girl saying to a hooligan outside the door: "I'm going to take a bath, you must not peek."

Whether this kind of words can stop the hooligans is not sure, but it will definitely make people more excited.

"How could this be?" The leader Jae pretended to sob, "It must be because I don't earn enough money, otherwise why Tangun wants to escape from my cage and work doesn't matter, as long as Tangun has me."

"Tangun, don't dislike me, I will definitely prepare the best cage for Tangun!"

"Men always need some private money." The writer Zai said from the side.

The writer Ango has a deep understanding of the virtues of the writer Zai himself: "Dazai, you actually have private money?"

"What? Do you think I can't hide it?" The writer Zai deeply felt the disdain from his friends. What kind of assumption is this?

"No, what I mean is, didn't you just spend your money when you got it? You can still hide it," the writer Ango asked.

Writer Zai: "..."

Those who know a person best are not only his enemies, but also his bad friends.

"Perhaps there will be no place where you are ready to hide money?" Tangun also added, "Dazai's financial management ability is probably negative?"

By the way, Tangun is actually a bad friend.

There is no mercy at all when complaining about Dazai.

Dazai looked up to the sky slightly.

There are articles divided into him every month, but the hand will always be emptied.

Even if he has control over the money he gets, he should repay the loan to the bank as soon as possible, but if he can control his desire to spend money so easily, he is not Dazai. He spends all the money in his hand without even realizing it.

This is the truth of why Tangun needs to help the writer Zai pay back the money.

After all, this person is always on the road to bankruptcy.

What if Tangun could give him experience in managing money?I can't control it at all.

And things like financial management need to be controlled rationally, but writers who have always been romantic and casual are likely to spend money as soon as their brains get hot.

Even a person like Tangun who graduated in economics can still go bankrupt now?It is basically impossible to expect these writers to have a wise financial mind.

It should not be surprising that I bought more than I can afford when I get emotional.Rationality is rationality, and sensibility is sensibility.

"So that guy is really a different kind?" Writer Zai couldn't help complaining when he saw the leader, "Why don't you expel him from Dazai?"

"Hmm...probably because I don't know how much money it takes to raise Tangun, so I earn a little more to raise Tangun~" The leader Zai didn't care about the Dazai's identity, he quite hated the other selves, "Isn't it Who cares about Dazai, as long as I’m Tangun’s darling~” The writer Zai glanced at the proud face of the leader Zai: “Your ID is written as Dazai Osamu, right? You’re just kidding yourself. It’s also written about Osamu Dazai, right?”

Chief Zai: "..."

"Dazai Osamu?" Takenzai probed his head, "What a coincidence, my ID card also says Dazai Osamu~" As he spoke, he affectionately grasped Tangun's hand: "This beauty is willing to spend the rest of her life with me ...Aww!"

The leader kicked Wu Jingzai to the ground: "What do you want to do to my wife?"

Tangun: "..." Didn't you say you were a wife before and that I was a softie?

Sure enough, how did Dazai benefit him?

"It's actually a human being. The nature of a wife... Wouldn't that be more exciting... Puff! Why are you hitting me! Don't you know how afraid you are of pain?" Wu Jingzai was punched by the leader Zai while he was talking.

"What face does a scum who doesn't go to work have the face to seduce Tangun!" The leader Jae said loudly, "It's already afternoon! Do you dare to turn on the phone?"

"Lonely people. It's easier for wives to be comforted by people who are doing nothing!" Buteizai didn't turn on his mobile phone. He had no doubt that once he turned it on, his mobile phone would definitely be blocked by Kunikida's calls and voice messages. and flooded with text messages.

Who starts it?

Anyway, I skipped half a day of work, so the remaining half day is not bad.Supreme Salted Fish is fearless.

"Take out the phone!" The leader stretched out his hand precisely to the place where Wu Jingzai put the phone.

"I don't!" Wu Zhenzai resisted desperately.

Miss Zhizi thrust a knife horizontally: "Take it here!"

Tangun watched several dazai roll into a ball, and looked at the writer Zai beside him who was looking at other dazai with idiot eyes: "Dazai, don't you want to catch up with the manuscript?"

The writer Zai looked at Tangun, then turned his head: "Anyway, editor Arashiyama is not my editor."

It seems that he is not the one who has been shrinking the sense of existence before.

Tangun looked at him and said, "You don't have any money, do you? How can you save living expenses if you don't write something?"

Do you have the ability to be so tough in front of an editor?

Courage is always commendable in such useless times.

"Then Tangun will lend me some." Jae the writer said indifferently? .

Tangun couldn't help reminding the writer Jae: "...I don't have any money..."

If he has money on hand, he will definitely lend it to the writer, but the reality is that he doesn't even have [-] yen, so he has to wait until the next profit dividend.

You can't ask the leader Zai to borrow money and then lend it to the writer Zai, right?

Thinking about that scene, Tangun was so ashamed that he scratched his feet.

Writer Zai fell into deep thought. Although he is also very pitiful, he is not as bad as other Dazai. After thinking about it, Writer Zai showed an aggrieved and ashamed expression: "Then Tangun... I can only borrow some from Arashiyama editor." money."

"I remember you said before that the Arashiyama editor is not your editor..." Tangun felt that the speed at which the writer beat him in the face was the speed of light.

"There's no other way..." the writer Zai whispered.

"What if asked about the manuscript?" Tangun asked a little worried.

Writer Jae took a deep breath and looked at Tangun pitifully: "Then you can borrow it for me?"

Tangun: "...what?"

Although the writer Jae would not deceive Tangun intentionally, he did so subconsciously.

Writer An Wu heard what writer Zai said upstairs, and burst out laughing.

Tangun didn't know how the writer Ango, who was also eating his soft food, could laugh.

"I'm going to catch up on the manuscript." Tangun felt that if he talked to the writer Zai again, he would really be beaten by the writer Zai to the point of crying, "I will lend you some money when my manuscript fee arrives."

"Would it be embarrassing to always borrow Tangun's money from you..." Writer Zai wrung the corners of his clothes with both hands, twisted to the left and right, and looked at Tangun hesitantly.

Like a little girl who wants to confess shyly.

But the writer Zai is obviously not a little girl, nor is he shyly confessing.

Underneath the seemingly cute reaction, there is evil water like a ghost.

Tangun was so frightened that he took a step back, thinking that it would be a shame if you asked me to borrow money for you. Obviously, the writer Jae's reaction was a shame.

By the way, writer Jae is also Tangun's bad friend, worse than Tangun being writer Jae's bad friend.

Is the rogue faction who has never cheated a friend still a rogue faction?

"No, no, let me lend you money?" Just don't ask me to borrow money from others.

"Is that so..." Writer Jae looked at Tangun with sparkling eyes, "Tangun is so kind."

Tangun: "...my wallet is not good."

A Dazai of one or two is all about emptying his wallet.

"By the way, Dazai, I'm going to meet Chuya tomorrow, will you go with me?" Tangun left the author Zai and the other Dazai in a mess, and turned back after a while and asked.

Writer Zai had an expression on his face as if he was eating shit.

Tangun felt relieved.

The author has something to say: Small Theater - Writer Jae: Tangun~~~Tangun:  …

Writer Jae: Please~ Tangun: ...

Writer Jae: Tangun is the best~Tangun: Here you go, I give you all the money.

Leader Zai: This is how many levels of charm...

The cat twitched its nose, trying to find comments and rubbing~

Chapter 259! "Tangun did it on purpose, right?" Jae the writer kept asking, "Suddenly he told me that he was going to see Chuya."

Tangun was so annoyed that he couldn't write any more, and the words he wrote gradually turned into the words of the writer Zai babbling and complaining.

"Can't Dazai write something too?" Tangun put down his pen, "Obviously I am looking forward to Dazai's works..."

"...You want to press my manuscript too?" The writer Zai's expression suddenly became serious.

Tangun was stunned for a moment.

In the next second, Writer Jae's expression brightened: "I'm just kidding~ What kind of strange reaction is this from Tangun?"

"I was scared to death, suddenly became serious..." Tangun tilted his head and sighed, "He is obviously not a serious person."

As soon as the writer Jae became serious, he felt so uncomfortable and awkward that he couldn't speak.

Someone he was familiar with suddenly behaved abnormally, Tangun felt that his reaction must not be strange.

"If Tangun wants to watch...then try to beg me~ After all, Tangun is my number one fan, maybe I will directly agree to Tangun?" the writer Jae put his hands behind his back, and looked at Tangun smiled all over his face, "If you don't rush... anyway, I'm not short of money right now, so naturally I'm not in a hurry."

Tangun felt that he should not have let go and agreed to lend money to writer Jae.

Zai Zai, a writer who now has no family burden, and will not work hard and will not starve to death, will definitely live a life of soft food that he feels too comfortable.

As for face...

Dazai has long realized that he doesn't have much face in front of Tangun.

At this time, this sly expression looked similar to other Dazai's.

"..." Tangun looked at the writer Zai's smug expression, and his rebellious heart appeared, and he didn't want to agree directly, "Did Dazai not write after this? Did he do it? Since he always writes?..."

Writer Jae's face was much closer to Tangun, as if he was trying to seduce Tangun on purpose.

"Can Tangun bear it?" The writer Jae poked Tangun's cheek, "The opportunity is right in front of you."

"Senior, I put the opportunity in front of Tangun. Why do you hesitate to get the opportunity that Tangun can get by acting coquettishly?" The writer Zai squeezed his eyes, "Could it be that he is unwilling to be with others when he has others in his heart?" I acted like a baby and only wanted to act like a baby with that dark, stinky guy? Obviously I thought that even if you got married, Tangun, it wouldn’t affect our relationship.”

"No, it will definitely not affect our relationship."

Tangun said decisively.

He and the writer Jae have known each other for many years, and even after the other party passed away, he will always miss him. It is absolutely impossible for Tangun to give up on him.

Tangun was not a paranoid person, but only when it came to the writer Jae, he showed a terrible paranoia.

"Then..." the writer Jae smiled badly, "I watched Tangun and that guy coquettish many times, but after thinking about it, I am obviously older than you, but But you have never acted like a baby with me, I feel very uncomfortable. So I want to see what it would be like if Tangun and I acted like a baby."

"Dazai, I remember you said 'maybe' and 'maybe'." Tangun looked at the author Zai, but he was actually moved by the author Zai's words.

... It's okay if the author Zai said it, but when he said it this way, he doubted himself a little. Was he being too unfair to the writer Zai? It is said that this love and friendship are almost of the same price... Even his friendship with the writer Zai is mixed with various complex emotions such as admiration.

"Hmm..." Writer Zai nodded his chin and recalled slowly.

When Tangun thought he was thinking about what he had said before, the writer Jae said slowly and somewhat aggrieved: "The other guys told you to act like a baby before, but they didn't promise you [-]%?"

Writer Zai is not much different from other Dazai in terms of memory, so he doesn't really need to work hard to remember, and he speaks slowly just to make himself think about what he said.

Tangun: "..."

His memory was not as good as that of the writer Zai, and he couldn't remember exactly what every word the leader Zai said was like.

But when the writer Zai said this, he felt that this kind of thing had happened, and the substitute leader Zai also felt that this kind of thing was done by him.

After all, Dazai Ke's biological traits are deeply ingrained.

"Obviously Tangun claims to be my best friend... He clearly said that even if we have someone we like, it won't affect our relationship..." Writer Zai poked his index fingers at each other, "And I'm not Those who didn't promise Tangun any favors..."

Tangun sighed, lowered his head, pursed his lips, organized his words, and then looked up at the writer Zai: "Senior...I like the book you wrote very much, can you write more in the future? Give me more see?"

Tangun actually didn't know how to act like a baby, he could only lower his voice and raise his tone slightly.