My name is Dazai

Dazai really has no bad intentions.

Tangun felt that if he had to say that Dazai didn't poison them, it would make you feel guilty if he had a good show, but if he wanted to say that Dazai did it on purpose, he felt that it was far from enough.

It is not difficult to understand that he is partial to Dazai.

At least Tangun himself thought so.

Mr. Tan made a phone call to confirm with the company. He had indeed worked in the company for a day, and he was not fainted by Dazai's drug.

The boss of the company was taken aback by him and gave him two days off.

Moreover, Mr. Tan has already done five days of work, so two days off is considered a loss.

Mr. Tan rubbed his temples, he didn't dare to imagine how he did it, it must be a nightmare scene, it's okay if he doesn't remember...

Anyway, the job was done.

Mr. Tan collapsed on the sofa, and then heard Miss Tan coming in after chatting with the classmate at the door, and then burst into tears. .

"You guy did it on purpose! Why did you let me forget everything after studying hard for a day?" Miss Tan was so angry that tears welled up.

Tangun ate the fruit and watched Miss Tan beat Dazai's chest.

Compared with Mr. Tan's work that is not too problematic to forget, Ms. Tan's study needs to be memorized. Learning without memory at all is a waste of time.

Seeing his daughter crying like that, Mr. Tan couldn't help but click his tongue.

Fortunately, the work he did today can be seen simply by looking at it.

However, Ms. Tan was still eligible for a holiday. After all, her teacher saw that she fainted in school, so how could she not give her a holiday?

Miss Tan didn't feel very happy, but wanted to throw Dazai over the shoulder instead.

After she calmed down a bit, Miss Tan seemed a little happy, she grabbed Tangun's arm and said, "Then brother, don't go to class tomorrow either, let's rest at home together."

Tangun nodded, "Okay." Anyway, he didn't take classes seriously, and was basically paralyzed in the infirmary.

"...I told my brother not to go to class, but I didn't tell you not to go to work." Miss Tan looked at Dazai who was glued to a manuscript with Tangun, not knowing what to say.

Even when she's pissed off, she'll have them cut the fruit.

Miss Tan feels like she has become Cinderella, and Dazai is the vicious stepmother.

"I'm also the weak and sickly type." Dazai pretended to cough twice, and with the bandages on his body, he did look a little sick.

The reason for this is because Dazai's face is no longer as pale as when she first saw him.

Miss Tan felt that this guy was a beauty who was proud of her spring breeze, so her pale face added a bit of rosiness.

And Dazai... In fact, Dazai also thinks so, but there are other reasons.His original physical fitness is not that bad, as far as his special habit is concerned, if his health is not good, he will kill himself every minute, and he does not sleep, the workload is huge, and the dark circles under his eyes are naturally heavy.

Here, he sleeps with Tangun in his arms every day, writes novels when he has nothing to do, and occasionally likes to hug Tangun—this can be regarded as exercise. In short, his face is a little bloody, not as white as before, which is too white like a zombie.

"Then I beg you to linger on the bed, okay?" Miss Tan has always been tit-for-tat with Dazai, you hate me, I hate you.

"That would require Tangun to take care of me~" Dazai hugged Tangun a little tighter, and said coquettishly, "Tangun, are you willing to take care of me?"

"...You have a good idea!" Miss Tan said angrily.

But Tangun asked calmly, "Is this an invitation to die for love?"

Asking him to take care of another patient as a patient would probably end in a tragedy.

He originally wanted to hate Dazai, but unexpectedly Dazai's eyes lit up.

Tangun couldn't help but move away from Dazai's direction when he saw Dazai's passionate eyes: "...Do you have any special hobbies?"

"I didn't expect Tangun to understand me so well, and we quickly forwarded to our romantic ending." Dazai never failed Tangun's expectations.

Miss Tan sighed, but Mr. Tan's expression turned serious.

Tangun noticed Mr. Tan's expression and tilted his head.

"It's okay." Mr. Tan lowered his head to steam the jade tofu, avoiding Tangun's gaze.

Tangun always felt that something strange was happening in his own father's mind.

Mr. Tan did think of a strange direction.

Dazai's vigorous stewed chicken reminded him of spring medicine.

Think about it, first of all, people are full of energy, and when they are full, they forget the previous memories. This period of time is less than eight hours. What do you use to do at night... Well, at least Mr. Tan thinks that no matter what you do, Dazai will be able to do it. can be happy.

Whether the spring medicine can achieve this level, he is not clear, but the association itself makes people feel very bad.

Can this thing be manufactured casually?How did this guy make this thing? It's terrible to think about how many people have tried it.

However, looking at Tangun who was held in Dazai's arms like a little white rabbit who didn't know anything, Mr. Tan sighed.

Forget it, it's useless to talk about it, Tangun is so stubborn, it's not good for his health to really argue with him.And if Dazai really wanted to do something unhealthy, he could have done it long ago, why don't he give them a taste first?

Coupled with Tangun's current degree of partiality to Dazai, he had reason to suspect that even if Dazai didn't order any strange props, Tangun would probably readily agree.

It was only recently that Mr. Tan saw through the rebellious heart hidden under his son's well-behaved skin, but Tangun left a deep impression on him as soon as he showed his true nature.

Mr. Tan looked at the jade tofu in the steamer and suddenly thought, what is he doing to make excuses for Dazai, that guy is self-willed, so he is just like Tangun?

Suddenly, Dazai wearing Bai Wugou hugged Tangun's arm and shouted in a voice that was too sweet for a man: "Father-in-law, I will teach you a lot from now on."

Mr. Tan's goosebumps scattered all over the ground, and he waved his hands in the air, breaking up the terrifying scene.

Miss Tan turned to look at Mr. Tan suspiciously, wondering what he was doing.

Dazai looked at Mr. Tan out of the corner of his eye, always felt that the old man in front of him was sometimes in the same line as Tangun in terms of brain power, both of them were serious on the surface, but faintly smoldering.

Tut tut tut, some traits are genetic.

Tangun didn't pay attention to Mr. Tan's strange movements, he looked at Dazai's finished manuscript, and forgot Dazai's terrible speech before: "Dazai, what are you going to write next?" Dazai hugged Tangun's hand and stiffened: "Ah? "

He was a little scared.

Sure enough, after he went back, he must not let Tangun know that he is Kuroki Shunpei, otherwise, with such a fanatic fan like Tangun, he would definitely urge Dazai to change.

He didn't want to hear Tangun say, "Husband, where's your new work?"

This picture is really terrible.

"What's the matter?" Tangun looked at his injured manuscript again, Dazai had revised it many times, and Tangun felt that it had actually reached the standard for sending it out.

"I think I still need to revise it." Dazai pulled out the manuscript from Tangun. The novel is not long, but Dazai has already reworked it many times.

Tangun was amazed when he saw it for the first time.

"...Actually, I don't think it's necessary. Dazai, you are a very talented person, so repeated revisions like this will only become a burden. It may not be bad to do it in one go." Tangun sighed.

Dazai rubbed Tangun's head.

The existence of weirdness is just a rumor, and when the rumor spreads among more people, the image of Tangun will be constructed in more people's minds.And Dazai wanted the image of Tangun to be unshakable in everyone's mind so that Tangun would not be changed by rumors added by others.This is a fundamental issue related to Tangun's future, and Dazai felt that he could not relax at all.

That is to say, he can't relax during this process, which makes him always feel that he is still a little short of something.

Dazai doesn't think that he is better than the writer himself in literature, and his first article as a writer is not the type that can surprise the world, so he feels that he needs to work harder.

Tangun looked at Dazai, and rubbed Dazai's head with his backhand: "If Dazai has any concerns, you must share them with me. We are lovers. If we can't share our troubles, then we can't get closer."

"And I'm not a fragile porcelain doll. Dazai, you can't easily irritate me. I'm not too surprised to see that my father and sister have been brought down by you, so you can rest assured." Tangun seemed dissatisfied said.

Dazai's eyes curled up, and he smiled softly, "It's precisely because I'm Tangun that I'm so cautious."