My name is Dazai

It's fine if the two can't fight.

The poet Zhong also felt that it was very uncomfortable to ride on the body of the cadre Zhongye - because of the height difference.

They are all from the Central Plains, why is this guy taller than him!

The 30-year-old poet Zhongye, who had completely lost the possibility of growing taller, thought with envy, if he could cut off the leg of the cadre Zhongye and put it on his own.

It's abominable.

So he put the cadre in the original position of the writer Zai, don't stand when he is so tall, sit down for him!

There was almost a stress reaction among the cadres. What was the strange feeling of the chill on his legs just now?

He looked at Wu Jingzai, suspecting that this guy was laughing at him for being short again.

But Wu Jingzai didn't look at him, but whistled and looked at the ceiling.

...a strange reaction.

The cadre Zhongye looked at the poet Zhongye again.

Among the poets, he also pushed the writer's wine glass far away, to a place where he could barely reach it, and poked it with his middle finger, never giving up the slightest possibility of pushing the writer's wine glass far away, and then took out a new one. I poured it into the cadre Zhongye: "Come on, have a taste of this, you came just in time, and the time to sober up is just right."

The cadres also took the wine glass and said slowly, "Thank you."

While waiting to recover, the cadre Zhongye's expression twisted for a moment.

What does he say thanks!This was his wine cellar!The poet is also obviously a thief, what thanks does he, the master, give to the thief!

The cadre also wanted to hit someone remorsefully, but the poet put his arm on the shoulder of the cadre again and pulled him in: "Guys like Dazai can't appreciate the beauty of poetry at all. If it is another I'm sure you'll have a good chat."

Writer Jae almost looks like a puffer fish when he hears the poet Zhongye's insult.If not poets are also poems written?Well, he doesn't want to have the slightest affection for this annoying guy!

But facing the two Zhongye, the writer Zai swallowed his words aggrieved.

Even among the cadres, facing the passionate "self", they couldn't even swear words out.

He sighed.

"Let me introduce to you the great French poet whose fingers were touched by the fingers of a muse..." The poet also entered a state of intoxication instantly.

He is quite enthusiastic, and he helped Kenji Miyazawa recommend the poetry collections he published at his own expense—it was also the first time he met and fought with the writer Zai when he was recommending the poetry collections.

He was actually not so enthusiastic about Rimbaud, definitely not because he didn't like Rimbaud, if this was the case, he would not have translated Rimbaud's poetry collection.

It's just that Rimbaud is far more famous than Kenji Miyazawa, so he doesn't need to bother.

In this brand-new world, the poets are also eager to promote Rimbaud's poems in this world.

French……

The cadres also fell silent at the same time as Wu Zhenzai.

Takenzai thought of Odasaku who died at the hands of the French.

Friends who died at the hands of the French were also thought of among the cadres.

The cadres also took a sip of wine.

"...If I want the water in Europe, I only want / a small dark and cold pool on the road, and in the evening / a child full of sorrow squats by the water / puts a boat as fragile as a butterfly..." the poet Zhong also read slowly, because he was a little bit drunk, so he was more emotional.

The cadre also turned his head slightly because he just thought of his dead friend, and he pressed his mouth with the back of his hand, as if he was suppressing some emotions.

"I said this Zhongye..." Wu Xunzai said suddenly.

He felt as if things were going out of control.

"This is written by my favorite poet - Rimbaud." Among the poets, Wu Zhenzai was also ignored.

There was also a long silence among the cadres.

He remembered the "Ran Tang" who was killed by him and Dazai, and the "Ranbo" who killed all his friends.

In the end, the picture was fixed on the "Rimbaud" who claimed to be his brother, the guy who is still in the port mafia...

There was also a low sneer among the cadres: "Rimbaud? You like Rimbaud? That's just a scumbag."

He would have no objection to the leader's order, but Rimbaud... he was going to spit out thinking about it.

The poet Zhongye's eyes instantly turned cold.

Before the cadres had time to say anything, they were suddenly punched in the face.

"I said what are you talking about?" The expression on the poet's face was no longer friendly.

"Huh? I want to ask you why you want to steal wine from my wine cellar, and you made a comment on your own." The cadres were also full of annoyance.

His blood seemed to boil under the influence of alcohol.

He looked at the poets on Rimbaud's side, and he was no longer pleasing to the eye.

He did not explain to the poets his hatred of Rimbaud in this world, sharing his pain with others, and the cadres stubbornly did not want to do this.It is undoubtedly a provocation to his pride to show his own wounds and his own powerlessness to others.

What did you say to get the other party's sympathy?

The poet is also an arrogant guy, and the cadres are also actually an arrogant person.

The poets are also quite unhappy, even if there is something wrong with this guy, is it half a dime related to Rimbaud, the poet he loves and respects?

Wu Jingzai looked at the scene in front of him, quickly reviewed the situation, and then ignored it.

It seems that the situation can be controlled.

"Even if it's wrong for me to steal alcohol..." the poet said first, his expression didn't look like he was admitting his mistake, his face was already red from the effect of alcohol, and he raised his chin as if provocative.

"You were wrong!" The blood pressure of the cadre Zhongye soared, and he instantly understood what his subordinates said when they were chatting about why they couldn't admit their mistakes and said "forget it".

The two Zhong Yuanzhong, who were drinking almost one glass, were also a little drunk. When drunk, their sanity points dropped wildly.

"Besides that? What?" The poet Zhongye quickly approached the cadre Zhongye, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the other party's collar, "Mr. Rimbaud's talent, I will never allow anyone to insult him!"

"Damn, are you an idiot?" The cadre also looked at his face and spit out such words, and the last rational string in his mind snapped.

"Am I an idiot? You are an idiot! A mafia with no literary literacy!" International gestures of friendship were also erected among the poets.

The cadre Zhongya looked at the poet Zhongya, his dark blue eyes looked at the other party, because of his height advantage, his eyeballs rolled down, showing a cruel and contemptuous smile belonging to the mafia: "I remember you shouldn't be able to kill me, right? It just so happens that Dazai is also..."

The cadres also took off their gloves from their hands, and then threw them on the ground, "You, allow the filth of gloom not to revive my awakening..."

Red and black markings climbed up his face and arms, and the expression of the cadre Zhongye gradually became ferocious.

The poet Zhongye was a little dazed when he saw the abnormality in the cadre Zhongye, but after hearing the verse that the cadre Zhongye read, he showed a disdainful smile: "Do you know how to say that? Is there any more?" The cadre Zhongye He didn't hear the poet Zhongye's question, so naturally he didn't answer it.

Kusano Shinpei rushed forward and rushed towards the poet Chuya, hugging him and rolling on the ground, he felt that his body, which had not been exercising for a long time, was about to twist.

When he turned his head to look over, there was already a hole in the ground, and there was also a hole in the hand of the cadre.

Tangun looked at the two of them, as if he wanted to say something.

After all, the two of them are his superpowers. If they come back directly, then the cadres who have lost their targets will not be able to say anything to them.

But Kusano Shinpei shook his head slightly at Tangun.

They don't like the feeling of being a supernatural power, and what if the cadres who have lost their target also attack Tangun?

The poet also hiccupped, and then looked at the cadre Zhongye with provocative eyes.

"You, allow the filth of gloom not to revive my awakening. I endure the trouble of loneliness, and my hands are already useless..." The poet also raised his hand, and then found that such words gradually emerged on his hands Then he lowered his head, as if he had been poked at the point of laughter, he burst out laughing.

"Chuya" Kusano Shinhei looked at the other party in surprise, and before he had time to say anything, he suddenly felt his body sank, lying on the ground and unable to get up.

The poet is obviously not as irrational as the cadre Zhongye, but the drunk Nakahara Chuya is just a line away from losing his mind, and this guy will swell and feel that he is very strong, not to mention the current poet Zhongya Also... really strong.

"Kao Ye, don't bother me..." The poet also wiped his face with the back of his hand, and then squeezed his fist. The thing called supernatural power gave him a very familiar feeling, as if filth was With a switch, Chuya, who was originally ignorant of his own abilities, suddenly felt this power, "I can probably have a good time today."

Kusano Shinpei felt that his heart was super tired in his 80s and nearly 90s: "Chuya Chuya!"

Although the cadres had already lost their minds, they sneered in cooperation at this moment, and then rushed towards the poets.

The floor gradually shattered and floated under the collapse of gravity.

The black gravity balls came into contact, but they did not merge, but repelled each other, making a tooth-piercing sound.

With a roar.

Even from a distance, Yokohama could see a huge explosion on top of the city's iconic building, one of five buildings belonging to the Port Mafia.

How about a little closer—say, at the port mafia boss Mori Ogai?From the location of the building in the middle, you can clearly see that the top floors of that building have almost disappeared.

For a moment, the Port Mafia's building alarm screamed frantically.

Mori Ogai?Frustrated, he bent forward, and his whole body was surrounded by black shadows: "...Mr. Zhongye..."

In the leader's room, the glass had been smashed by the flying stones.

The poets and the cadres laughed almost at the same time.

So that poor building was blown up for the second time in the next second.

The author has something to say: ps The poems in this chapter come from "Drunk Boat" by French poet Rimbaud and "Song of the Goat" by Chuya Nakahara.

Small Theater - Mori Ogai: No Money!No money!No money!

Tangun (whistling and looking at the sky): I'm bankrupt, don't look for me.

Leader Zai: Tch, Mr. Mori is really weak, this will go bankrupt.

Mori Ogai: Then you pay?

Leader Zai: No, both of them are under Mr. Mori's subordinates, who will be responsible for you.

Mori Ogai: ... Dazai-kun, you foresaw this scene before throwing both of them to me Chief Zai: Oh, how could I do such a thing~~~ Anyway, I am also the former leader of the port mafia ~~~ Mori Ogai: Because I said earlier about taking care of Tangun. Chief Jae: I hate it, am I such a stingy person?

Tangun: When you say that, I think it's the truth.

The next chapter will be in v!I hope everyone can continue to support it~ Comparing hearts!

Use the meat pads to hold the little cuties who are willing to continue to support!Meow ~ "Maomao collapsed Ren Rua"

By the way, I need to find an editor tomorrow because it is an inverted v, so tomorrow's update will be advanced, at noon or afternoon, so be careful~