My name is Dazai

This time the party meal may not be full, but there must be a lot of melons.

Tangun was not slow to sober up, so after this party, he was almost sober.

The poet Zhongya and Kusano Shinpei haven’t left yet, and the poet Zhongye also waved the wine bottle and said that he would fight until dawn. Kusano Shinpei is not that drunk, but the two of them are now roommates and good friends all the time, so they drink with the poet Zhongye .

So only Tangun and the others left.

Although there are two people missing, it still feels like a large group of people walking on the street.

"Mr. Haruo, is there somewhere you want to go?" Tangun walked along the street, looking at Haruo Sato, feeling uneasy.

He didn't know what he was thinking about, and he looked depressed and alienated. Tangun wanted to do something to keep him.

"I don't have any place I want to go, I've already turned around once before." Sato Haruo felt that the times were changing so fast, if there was no Tangun, he really needed to worry about how he would survive.

This is not a place he is familiar with, which makes him a little boring.

"However, there should be many novel things that Haruo-sensei has never experienced, right?" Tangun said nonchalantly.

Haruo Sato smiled and said nothing.

"I heard that Dazai's ability can make me disappear." Haruo Sato took a few steps in front, stopped, and then looked back at Tangun and the others, "Can you touch me?"

"Teacher?" Tangun paused, "As far as I know, the feeling of being disqualified in the world is not very comfortable. I still suggest you try something else."

Writer Zai shook his head, he refused to do so.

Although he has complaints about Haruo Sato, he is a respectable senior after all.

It doesn't matter to them if they are disqualified among the writer Ango and the poet, after all, they fight and fight on weekdays, and this kind of thing is not a big deal.

Although Dazai would complain about Haruo Sato, he couldn't do something that was too powerful.

"I think, the most important thing in the next life is to satisfy my regrets, but my only regret in this world is that Dazai seems to be still angry with me." Sato Haruo stretched out a hand to the writer Zai.

The writer Zai looked at Haruo Sato, curled his lips: "Mr. Haruo, I will not forgive you for doing this."

Then he was a little embarrassed, thinking he sounded like a spoiled child.

Haruo Sato was not angry when he heard this sentence, but narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a gentle smile: "Actually, and I don't think it is necessary for me to stay in this world anymore. After all, the friends and family I am familiar with I'm not here anymore, it seems that I have no meaning by myself, so I can't keep bothering you."

Sato Haruo knows very well that a teacher who always disturbs his students is not welcome, and people should not always overestimate their status, think about Ozaki Koyo and his students.

Perhaps Tangun was not such a person, but neither could Haruo Sato.

It is not surprising that the writer Ango and Tangun live together. They are bad friends, and it is fine to stay at home with a smug face.

Sato Haruo is a person who can take care of his students and admire him, so he doesn't want to cause trouble for his students.

Moreover, if he stayed for a long time, various identity issues would inevitably be involved, and he didn't want to trouble Tangun so much.

Besides, this kind of matter should not be decided by Tangun alone. If he can force the writer Zai, but what about the other Dazai?Although they were all Osamu Dazai, Haruo Sato always felt a terrible aura from them.

What writers would agree to, they would not necessarily agree to, and there was no need to agree.

"Teacher Haruo...Aren't we your friends?" Tangun always felt a little hurt.

"I'm different from you." Haruo Sato looked at them with a smile, "It's not that I don't like you, it's just that you are more like my students than friends."

Haruo Sato put one hand on Tangun's shoulder, and although he didn't put the other hand down, he patted Dazai's shoulder twice through the air.

In many parts of the world things are different.

"Okay, anyway, this is my decision. I don't think it's interesting to live in this world." Haruo Sato looked at the writer Zai and added, "It's not a pessimistic statement, but I don't think there is anything that needs to be done. The only regret is that Dazai got angry with me before."

Haruo Sato waved his hand lightly, allowing Writer Zai to focus on it.

"Shake hands, we two are reconciled, how about it?" Sato Haruo said to the writer Zai with a smile.

"Chunfu...Chunfu-sensei should think about it." Writer Zai looked at that hand, "I care about Tangun's thoughts about other things, if you want to stay, then they will help, they say I will ask Tangun for interest, but I will definitely not resist Tangun's ideas."

Writer Jae sometimes wonders if he is too despicable. After all, he is more used to and enjoys Tangun's care than giving to Tangun.

Although the other Dazai always harass Tangun, they can spoil Tangun when they encounter problems.

"Think about it. And I'm not dead. If you need me, or if you find anything interesting, just come to me. Isn't it a happy thing to experience the most interesting things every time you open your eyes Is it?" Sato Haruo looked at Dazai with tolerant eyes, "I have been thinking about this question since I appeared in this world, so I don't need to continue thinking about it. But Dazai... I don't think you need to think so much."

The writer Zai looked up at Haruo Sato, with a feeling of being seen through, but maybe Haruo Sato's eyes were as gentle as his mother's, and he didn't feel too nervous.

"I like someone, I like to take care of someone...Tangun is the type who likes to do everything." Haruo Sato nodded at Tangun, "He has a gentle temper, but he is very strong in this respect. It’s so hard to be so strong.”

"Dazai, you treat him..." Haruo Sato remembered the other Dazai just now, in order to prevent Tangun from falling into the Shura field, he added, "No matter which Dazai is unique to Tangun, unless you hate Him, he won't let go."

"Dazai, do you hate him?" Haruo Sato asked with a smile.

"How is it possible, I like Tangun." Writer Jae realized how embarrassing he had said after saying this, and his face immediately turned red.

But he kind of wanted to see Tangun's reaction, so he took a quick look at Tangun...

Wait, where is Tangun?

The leader Jae squatted on the ground and covered his face with Tangun, and said in a drawn out voice, "I love Tangun the most~Tangun Tangun~Why didn't you respond."

Tangun felt that his heart was about to catch fire, his mouth was so dry that he didn't even listen to the words of the leader Zai.

If he heard it, he would definitely say that compared to other Dazai, the writer-jae shrank even more, and he worshiped the writer-zai with almost faith, and he said that he liked him, and Tangun felt like he was about to blow up up.

"I like Tangun very much too!" Several other Dazai also jumped up.

"Meow meow meow meow!" Zai Meow grabbed Tangun's chest.

It's a pity that the current white cat is a white cat that is familiar from the inside out, and Zaimiao's harassment is ineffective.

"It's really enthusiastic." Haruo Sato sighed, "Then Dazai...will you join them?"

Writer Zai turned his gaze away from them, sighed, and then hugged Haruo Sato tightly: "Goodbye, Mr. Haruo."

He watched Haruo Sato disappear, then looked at the pile of black cats, and squeezed hard into it: "Tangun~Tangun~I'm here~" Writer Ango was behind them, watching the writer Zai push his butt in.

"I really want to kick his ass."

The dog thing Ango thought.