Mr. Dazai is angry every day

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Ayanokouji is such a proactive person?

Nakahara didn't know what stimulated Ayanokouji, but his current situation was obviously different from usual, except for those amber light-colored pupils, there were still no emotional fluctuations.

Could it be that Dazai really stimulated him?

Nakahara also knew that her guess had no factual basis at all, but she felt that there was some possibility. Just because Dazai and Ayanokōji appeared together in Hong Kong and Hei was a big problem.

Well, it's impossible for Dazai to ask Ayanokōji to seduce someone's mission target.

"Miss Zhongyuan, do you need to think about it?"

Nakahara was also thinking about the reason for Ayanokouji's abnormality, and there was a damp heat coming from his ears. Ayanokouji's body, which was still steaming hot after taking a bath, leaned over, and the words he uttered were all intoxicating.

"I will definitely be the most suitable person who will keep the secret the most."

Ganghei's locker room is not too small, and there are ventilation channels all around, so it should not feel stuffy, but Nakaya, who was pressed against the corner by Ayanokōji and locked with his arms, just felt hot and dry.

I don't know it's the temperature from Ayanokoji,

Or because of the ambiguous and hot atmosphere.

Nakahara Nakaya saw Ayanokōji standing quietly under the fluorescent lamp. His tall figure blocked the light from the light to Nakaya's body. His pair of bright amber pupils were astonishingly bright.

Quietly and strangely with indifference.

Ayanokouji's eyes didn't blink for a moment, he lowered his head and moved closer to Chuya's lips, and while he was about to kiss, there was a negligible distance between Ayanokouji and Chuya's lips, and his voice was like a devil's whisper.

"I will be your partner, no matter what kind of TalkDirt Ms. Zhongyuan wants to hear, I can do it."

Nakahara Nakaya stood still, Ayanokouji's amber eyes stared at Chuya's blue eyes at close range, he paused, and leaned closer to kiss Nakaya——

But his lips were held against by a finger wearing a black leather glove.

"Miss Zhongyuan?"

Ayanokouji felt the smooth and cold touch of the leather gloves, he raised his eyelids and looked at the beautiful blue eyes like sapphires, the blue eyes were extremely calm.

Let him be slightly stunned.

"Sorry, I don't accept it." Nakahara Chuya said clearly: "Since you said that you are good at keeping secrets, then I'll just say it - I can be kissed by Dazai, but I can't accept yours. You should not I understand, after all, you who can enter Class D have strong character flaws—you probably don’t understand this feeling.”

Ayanokōji caught Nakahara Nakaya talking, and she didn't know who she thought of. Her stern and stern expression had an imperceptible softness, and then she returned to a domineering look again.

"The person you mentioned," Ayanokōji said, "is Osamu Dazai?"

Central Plains also paused.

Ayanokōji's pupils were constricted, his expression was indifferent, and the bright colors in his eyes created a sharp effect. "But he is more ruthless and cruel than me."

He regards others as tools, and Osamu Dazai is like a darker and deeper abyss, he can make life worse than death and cannot be explored, and he doesn't even know when he was calculated.

Ayanokōji doesn't understand, in fact, as Chuya Nakahara said, he doesn't have the emotions that ordinary people should have, pity, distress, fear, fear, so he doesn't understand the emotion of "Only he can" in Nakahara's mouth .

He also explained in anticipation, or used pale words to whitewash Osamu Dazai.Perhaps the anger in his heart of being manipulated to the point of losing his freedom will ease.

but--

Zhong Yuanzhong also showed a helpless smile, and even echoed his words: "Well, you are right."

Ayanokouji was stunned.

"You're right, Osamu Dazai is black and cruel, and he likes to commit suicide and play tricks, but." Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped laughing, and said seriously: "You are different."

Because she likes Osamu Dazai.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka stared closely at the helplessness and faint joy in Chuya's brows, and he wanted to reach out his hand to touch, but a trace of complicated emotions tangled in his heart.

He doesn't understand.

But he wants to.

"I don't understand." Ling Xiaolu leaned forward, looking straight into the beautiful blue eyes of Zhong Ye: "You teach me."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned: What to teach you?

Before she could finish her words, a black shadow flashed in the dressing room, and the voice of the God of Picking up Trap came out:

"Future funder! I'm here to create a sense of presence... What the hell, are you doing it again?!!! Wait, this time it's a different person??! Why, when will it be my turn!! I Also!"

"........."

Do *your uncle do.

Nakahara Chuya pushed away Yato's approaching face expressionlessly, and was about to carry out violent violence on the spot, when her mobile phone in the long black windbreaker vibrated.

Is there a new task?

Zhongyuan Zhong also took out his mobile phone, and when he saw the call from mackerel, he fell silent. He looked at Lingxiaolu and the noisy Yedou in front of him, and felt that this scene seemed familiar.

"Why don't you answer? I'll press it for you!"

Yato's cat's paw quickly poked the ON button, and before Nakahara could stop it, the paw retracted, and Chuya stared at him, and Dazai Osamu's voice came from his kung fu phone:

"Chuya~ You haven't answered the phone for so long, are you busy chatting with your boyfriend? You wouldn't go on a date with a dubious man behind my back, would you?"

In the past, when his voice fell, it was a sneer that Zhong didn't bother, but this time Zhong Yuan was also silent because of guilt: How should I put it, now there is not only Ayanokoji who is only wrapped in a towel around his waist, but also a half-way man. Killed Yato.

"..." Nakahara Chuya: "Actually, I..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to explain, but unfortunately the two next to her "explained" for her first.

Ayanokouji: "We're busy."

Ye Dou Mao Mao poked her head: "There's still me."

"…………"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and something called low air pressure was faithfully transmitted from the other end of the phone.

"What nonsense are you talking about!! There's no end to it!! Stop it!" Nakahara kicked Yato away angrily and snatched back the phone: "Osamu Dazai, don't listen to their nonsense."

Osamu Dazai: "Okay, tell me."

Ms. Nakaya: "I didn't play with them. I'm going to take Lanbo back to sleep now. I have to meet with Ranpo tomorrow. I'll go to the hospital to find Gangji, and I'll talk to you later."

"??????"

"??????"

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Osamu Dazai/Ayanokōji/Yato: You are quite busy.