My name is Dazai

"Asshole!" The clerk said with a smile, but the scene on her forehead had already exposed her true emotions.

But Wu Jingzai took her hand and whispered softly: "Don't be angry, a girl's anger will be bad for her skin. It's so distressing for such a beautiful face of yours to be angry. How about this..."

He didn't know where he found the roses: "You bought my roses, and you owe me some money, just pay it back from the account."

The clerk raised her hand, caressed Wu Jingzai's face tenderly, and made a crisp sound: "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Tangun gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

Even if it was him, he had to say that Wu Jingzai did not complain about this slap.

"Miss!" Wu Zhenzai pulled out his voice, like a scumbag woman in the street, with a sad and long tone, full of twists and turns.

The lady clerk looked at Tangun who was still here, but she couldn't say "If you want to harass him, harass him".

Tangun looked at Butanzai who was twisting on his lap, hugged him off his lap, and carried him to the chair next to him with Butanzai's bewildered expression on his face.

Wu Zhenzai sat on the new chair in a daze.

Tangun's strength...

The writer Jae said to Tangun in a dignified way: "Tangun, why don't I pay back the money with my body."

Tangun: "..." What kind of scum is the writer he admires?

"Why?" Tangun didn't rush to answer, and asked a question first.

"Well, because even if I say that, Tangun won't take advantage of me. Instead, I don't have to pay back the money." The writer Zai Meizi was thinking about his own calculations, and he was as proud as a cat in front of Tangun. Tilting his own tail, biting the wire, he squinted at Tangun's expression.

Tangun let out a long sigh.

If the person in front of him was not Osamu Dazai, and he was dozens of years younger, the current situation would be that he stepped on the ground and broke his legs with a chair.

What kind of scumbag speeches are these?Look at this confident look.

"A hundred yuan a catty for meat?" Tangun pinched the cheek of the writer.

"Squeeze some kind of meat compensation of [-] yuan." The writer Zai said in a vague voice.

Tangun withdrew his hand at the speed of light, but the writer Jae rubbed his face: "It's too late to stop now, you can turn left and right, and I'll treat it as if I paid you back [-]."

"Then if I pinch you a few more times, will I owe you money instead?" Tangun almost laughed angrily when he saw the rascal's appearance.

"As expected of a student of economics, the idea is great." Writer Jae gave Tangun a thumbs up.

Tangun covered his face with his hands, not wanting to look at this rambunctious guy.

A sharp thing pointed at the back of the writer Jae: "Tangun owes me money now, he is taken care of by me, so naturally I will collect his IOU."

Writer Zai felt a chill rising from his lower back, and he turned his head stiffly to look behind him.

The leader Zai, who was wearing a black windbreaker, pointed at him with a sharp knife.

He reached out to grab the hand of the writer Zai. Although the strength of the leader Zai was not comparable to that of the writer Zai, the writer Zai was intimidated by the aura of the leader Zai, and he didn't dare to move.

"Well, what's the price for [-] fingers?" The leader Zai was very close to the writer Zai, and his breath hit the writer Zai in the face.

Writer Zai felt like he was lying beside a python, and that python was lying beside him, using his body to measure whether it could eat him.

"No..." Writer Zai's voice immediately turned into tears, "I hate you so much..."

The corners of Wu Detective Zai's eyes twitched, he had seen the leader Zai approaching a long time ago, and now he heard the weak voice of the writer Zai, he was terribly disgusted: "What kind of girlish tone are you?" "Woo..."

The leader Jae put the knife on the bar and smiled harmlessly at Tangun: "Just kidding."

Jae, the writer, was pardoned and immediately jumped on Tangun's body, hung his arms around Tangun's neck, and then slid behind Tangun, holding Tangun as a shield.

"Haha, look at your frightened look." The leader Jae naturally sat on Tangun's lap and hugged Tangun's neck. If it wasn't for the difference in clothes and weight, Tangun would probably have a sense of time confusion." Am I that kind of person?"

When the writer Jae saw Tangun's neck being hugged by the leader Jae, he immediately withdrew his hand as if it was hot.

"...Can't you find a normal place to sit?" Tangun looked at another black cat occupying his lap, and he wondered why his lap was so popular.

"Didn't that guy sit here before? I'm trying to cover his smell." The leader, Zaili, was confident.

Tangun said after a while, "Please remember that you are human beings, not real cats."

This kind of strange reaction of smelling the smell of other cats on the shit shovel officer and insisting on rubbing desperately to cover the smell.

"I think things like demonstrations are very necessary." The leader Zai reached out and took the bug in his hand.

Tangun felt guilty for a while.

However, the leader Jae just took out Tangun's cell phone and put it back, calmly, as if what he did was not illegal.

At that time, Tangun felt like he had punched the empty space: "Aren't you angry?"

"Hmm... Isn't Tangun supposed to be angry about this kind of thing?" The leader Jae said as if he didn't understand Tangun's meaning.

Tangun breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine not to be angry."

"Did Tangun underestimate my confidence in myself?" The leader looked at the other two black cats behind Tangun, and stretched out a middle finger from the hand behind Tangun.

Others can ignore it, but Osamu Dazai has to guard against it.

The leader, Zai Bi, looked at Tangun: "Oh, yes, there is also the money owed by Mr. Writer. Please give priority to repaying next month's manuscript fee, just give it to me."

Tangun was stunned for two seconds: "Isn't it for me?"

The leader Jae's eyes were wide open: "Don't even think about saving Tangun's money to redeem himself. I will resolutely spend all of Tangun's money."

Tangun: "..."

There is no Osamu Dazai who is not scumbags.