My name is Dazai

The author Zai really didn't have a big deal. Although Zai Miao bit him bitterly, he was measured and didn't make the writer Zai's problem serious.It's not that the writer didn't feel any pain anymore, but he got his mood together and wanted to go back quickly and let Tangun refresh him.

He couldn't bear this kind of pain.

Writer Zai has always been squeamish, so he can't laugh when his head is broken like other Dazai.

It would be no wonder if he didn't burst into tears and look for Tangun.

"Don't make trouble here..." Tangun felt that Jae the writer was in so much pain.

"I want to go back!" Writer Jae said loudly.

Tangun could only get up and go to pay the bill.

After paying the bill, the nurse took out a lollipop from the counter and gave it to the writer.

The writer Zai held the lollipop and looked up at the nurse: "...Excuse me." The nurse looked at him and smiled: "You are the most miserable man I have ever seen for this kind of small wound. Lollipops were originally intended to reward children who came for injections, so I think I can reward you too, so be strong next time.”

Writer-jae looks a little overwhelmed with the lollipop.

After the nurse rewarded the writer with a lollipop, she looked at Tangun with a narrowed smile, "If people and cats don't get along well, they should be separated appropriately, or consider whether they need to be sterilized because they are emotional... "

Zai Meow was lying on Tangun's shoulder, making a pitiful meowing sound, its ears drooped, and its kite-colored eyes seemed to be covered with mist.

The nurse's words stopped abruptly, and she reached out her hand to pat Zaimiao's head: "I'm sorry, I'm not targeting you, don't be sad."

The writer Zai frowned: "Smelly cat, why pretend to be pitiful, I am the victim. Besides, the sterilization should be done as soon as possible, so as not to think about useless things all day long."

Zaimiao's expression changed from pitiful to ferocious in a second.

Looked pathetic again after seeing Writer Jae jumping away.

Nurse: "..."

Good guy, it turns out that a cat can also be a movie star.

Tangun revived the writer Zai in the garden, and the writer was alive and kicking after he was slaughtered.

"You said earlier that you wanted to do this, and it would save medical expenses." Tangun put his hand on the doorknob, but he didn't rush to open the door, but turned his head to look at the writer Zai.

This money is completely wasted.

Since being bankrupt, Tangun has become sensitive to money again... a little bit.

"It's not a complete loss." The writer Zai took out the lollipop. He has no interest in eating candy, but he will not throw it away. "A lady's heart is the best gift."

Tangun: "...there are female doctors and nurses who take turns coaxing you, right?"

When the medicine was applied, Writer Jae reacted so badly that Tangun almost reflexively pinned him down in the same way as Ango was pinned down.

"Oh, it's quite worth it." Zai the writer suddenly took out a handful of banknotes, "No, I made a lot of money selling flowers today, I have money!"

Saying so, the writer Jae stuffed all the money into Tangun's pocket: "I'll pay you all the medical expenses."

"Dazai, you..." Tangun was really powerless to complain.

The medical expenses are far from needing so much.

The writer Zai used to think that selling flowers to make money was too tiring, but he turned around and gave all the money.

I don't know how many people would carry their hard-earned money in their arms and would not be willing to buy anything, but the writer Zai didn't have this awareness at all.

Although the writer Zai hates his background, he has to say that he is full of young master demeanor. He was raised by the Tsushima family and is not sensitive to money.

Once you get the manuscript fee, you can spend huge sums of money to buy a bunch of useless things and put them at home.He can always make himself live in luxury and poverty.

For the daily writer Zai, ten thousand, one hundred thousand or even millions are nothing but numbers.

The leader Jae naturally took the money out of Tangun's pocket: "I accept it."

"Ah? Why?" The writer Zai had just spent money like water one second, and was beaten to shame the next second.

"These should be considered as repayment of your debt." The leader Zai reminded him, "but these are not enough."

The writer Jae said angrily: "Why haven't capitalists like you been hung on the light pole?" Tangun turned the doorknob during the quarrel between the writer Jae and the leader Jae.

Then he saw the two Dazai twisted into a ball.

Tangun closed the door, then opened it again.

Still the same scene.

Black Tokizai and Ms. Zhizi are scrambling for the game console.

"Listen to me, you won't be able to pass the test if you operate like this." Miss Zhizi put her elbow on Hei Shizai's face.

"I want you to care about me, this is the game console I bought." Hei Shizai's hand pushed Miss Zhizi's face out of shape.

The writer Ango sat at the other end of the sofa, watching the two Dazai quarrel with his little finger.This action makes him look weak, but it has a feeling that the blood pressure of the people in the quarrel will soar when they see it.

Writer Ango saw Tangun coming in, and waved his hand at Tangun: "Yo~" Tangun's head is big, and no Dazai is a fuel-efficient lamp.

Zai Miao pushed Tangun's cheek with his head, as if to say: "I'm here, very good."

Tangun stroked Zaimiao's tail with his backhand: "I still haven't forgotten about you biting people."

Then he saw Hei Shizai biting Miss Zhizi's hand with his mouth open.

Without thinking, Tangun stretched out his hand and separated the two of them: "...Is your Dazai a dog?"

After Miss Zhizi was bitten, she didn't feel like a writer, but stretched out her hand and held Tangun in her arms: "Is Tangun worried about me? I'm so happy."

Tangun's face was buried in Miss Zhizi's chest abruptly.

The writer Zai stopped arguing with the leader Zai, and looked at the scene in front of him with a bit of stupefaction.

He was deeply aware of the difference between himself and other Dazai in terms of scheming.

Hei Shizai twitched his lips, and then lay on Tangun's back: "Did you hurt from the fall? I'm so worried about you. After all, there is not enough buffer."

Tangun lay on Miss Zhizi's chest and didn't answer. He felt that as soon as he opened his mouth, the two Dazai would quarrel again.

So he might as well shut up.