My name is Dazai

"Tangun, Merry Christmas!" Miss Zhizi handed Tangun a piece of chocolate.

"Don't think I don't know that you just bought this." Tangun accepted the chocolate speechlessly.

The chocolate was bought by Miss Zhizi when they were buying popcorn, and he was still wondering why Dazai bought it when he wasn't interested in chocolate.

It turned out to be such a thought.

"But the other Dazai are not prepared!" Zhizi-san waved her hand vigorously, "Chocolate is the candy that represents love ~ how about it, Tangun, why don't you try it with me and ignore that guy who didn't prepare Christmas presents for you .”

"Who said there is none?" The leader took Tangun's hand and stuffed it into his shirt, "The gift I want to give Tangun is... me~" "Hey." Tangun showed a strange expression .

"I can enjoy whatever Tangun wants." The leader Jae leaned closer to Tangun, "This or that is fine."

"So, there is no gift for me." Tangun withdrew his hand, folded his arms and said coldly.

"Brother, I'll bring you my bandage." Hei Sijae took out his own roll of bandages, and said to Tangun in a tone that he didn't know whether to say affection or an old father marrying his daughter, "Brother, you must take care of the bandage." Good for it."

Tangun knocked Hae Si-jae on the head, but it was useless after all: "...The bandage is what you wear all the time! At least show some sincerity!"

"It is because I carry it with me that I have the value of making a gift." Hei Shizai, who found no pain at all, began to talk flirtatiously. It's as if Tangun sent me out~ Let it also soak in Tangun's smell and body temperature."

Tangun: "..."

He looked at the roll of bandages, and suddenly felt abnormal.

It was like Jai licked the palm of his hand when he was being hacked, and he wiped it for fear of hurting people's heart, but he was disgusted and flustered if he didn't wipe it.

"It's just a roll of bandages!" Hei Shizai clutched his chest, like a female high school student in a skirt, twisting his chest, "Brother, are you going to reject me? Isn't my brother the one who loves me the most?" ?"

"This is obviously... my favorite thing. Although the value is not high, brother can't dislike it!"

Tangun: "..."

He stuffed the bandages into the pocket of his jacket.

"Your reason is considered qualified." Tangun's eyes fell on the writer Zai, "You..."

"Tangun, I will give me to you too." The writer Jae grabbed his collar with his hands, and a sand sculpture aura that regarded death as home appeared.

"No, thank you, I shrivel seeing you." Tangun said with a cold face.

"...Wh, what!" The writer Zai seemed to be trampled on his tail, "This is too hurtful!"

"Hey, old man, old man." The leader Zai La said with emotion in a long voice.

"Tangun, you have changed." The writer Jae whimpered, "Didn't you also not prepare a gift for us?"

"Is that unprepared? That was revealed by you!" Tangun was about to explode with anger.

He started preparing gifts for the Dazai more than ten days in advance, and planned to give them on Christmas Day in Tokyo.

As a result, on the day he packed up for Tokyo, the gifts he had prepared for the Dazai were dug out by the Dazai who couldn't hold back.

"A gift that is not given on Christmas Eve is not a gift." The writer Zai retorted with a guilty conscience.

"Tangun don't need to feel guilty, just give you to me." The leader Jae also began to chatter constantly.

"How could I feel guilty!" Tangun roared, "It's not my fault at all!"

"We want Tangun too."

"Tangun cannot be separated."

The topic gradually developed in a dangerous direction.

"Does anyone have an ability named Tangun? I want one too."

"There is a disqualification in the world..."

"Wow, that's so cruel!"

"Isn't a bunch of me super scary!" Tangun broke down.

"Hey, I thought so too." The Dazai said together.

The sound of fireworks sounded.

Attracted by the sound, Tangun instinctively turned his head to look at the fireworks.

"Tangun, Merry Christmas!" several Dazai said together.

Maybe they felt that this scene was too tacit, and the Dazai showed disgusted expressions again.

Tangun didn't say anything awkward, but showed a slightly calm smile: "Merry Christmas."

Tangun returned to the hotel with the leftover Christmas limited cake.

Writer Zai, Hei Shizai, and Miss Zhizi share a room, although it costs more money, but it saves fighting-this is the most important thing.

The Dazai are completely capable of dismantling the house in a fight.

So they have to be isolated like hamsters.

Zaimiao couldn't live alone, and there was no need to live alone, because it was the writer Zai who carried the cat bag all the time, so naturally he and Zaimiao lived together tonight.

Tangun put the cake in the refrigerator.

The taste of the cake is not bad, if you are hungry in the middle of the night, you can eat it.

He lived with the leader Zai. Although the other Dazai were very dissatisfied, they did not mean to make Tangun give up his night life.

The leader Zai hummed a song, he locked the door, put the bolt on it, and moved a cabinet to the door with great difficulty.

Everyone is the king of Yokohama lockpicking, so be careful.

"Tangun, are you here to unwrap the present?" the leader Jae couldn't wait to send out the invitation.