In Yokohama's days as a writer

Inouehiko returned to the lounge, sat angrily on the main seat, and Matsushita Tomoki poured him a glass of water tremblingly.

Inouehiko didn't think there was anything wrong with the writers under his command. After all, he was the one who discovered him and planned the glorious road for him.

With great difficulty, he suppressed the anger, and watched the petty Matsushita Zhihuo who was on the side suddenly get angry again.

"You really made me lose face in front of that bastard!" Inouehiko gritted his teeth when he thought of Editor Kobayashi's proud appearance.

That man's luck seems to be always so good. Not only did Yandao Zhonger, who was discovered by himself, have been promoted step by step over the years, unlike him bumping into walls everywhere, his arrogance has long been smoothed out.

Isn't it just luck to meet a talented author?

He is not so lucky to meet a genius, but creating a genius is much easier than meeting a genius!

After drinking the water, Inouehiko gradually calmed down.

"Although Yandao Zhonger has a little talent, he has never shown his face in public for so many years." Inoue Yan analyzed, "The fast food era has arrived, and the focus of human beings is not on talent and depth, but on ability. Something that grabs people's attention right away."

"Matsushita, I know that you must have contempt for 'plagiarism' in your heart, but you must also be clear that it is because of my advice that you have achieved what you are today." Inouehiko looked at the low-browed Matsushita Zhimo and said slowly.

"I am very grateful to Editor Inoue. If it wasn't for Editor Inoue, I wouldn't be standing here." Satoshi Matsushita echoed almost obsequiously.

Inoue laughed loudly: "Maxima often exists, but bole does not often exist. We can be said to be each other's bole."

Satoshi Matsushita smiled shyly, then lowered his head again.

Although Yan Dao Zhonger is already a well-known writer, the outside world has mixed opinions on him. Some say he is arrogant, even dare to let go of the famous Tokyo Newcomer Award, which is too arrogant. Some people say that he is a genius. personality.

Matsushita Chi had imagined that one day he would be regarded as a standard in the literary world like Yandao Zhonger.

But talent is talent, he doesn't have that kind of talent, just picking up people's teeth has already made him famous, and letting go of that damn self-esteem doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

Tomo Matsushita thought this way, rather, his self-esteem has become his obstacle.

He is a few years older than Yan Dao Zhong Er, whether the title of 'Xiao Yan Dao' is a kind of humiliation or something, he has no time to think about it.

Become famous overnight, what a distant dream.

Inouehiko raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist: "It's almost time, Panasonic, you go get ready first, it will be our home game soon, after tonight, you will be the most dazzling writer."

The most dazzling writer...

Osamu Dazai: "Ah-"

Oda Sakunosuke frowned: "Dazai, are you sick?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head: "It's probably because of a cold, it's fine."

"What! Teacher Yandao, you are sick!!" Editor Kobayashi was terrified, "If you keep going, readers will come to the editorial office to smash the glass QAQ"

Skylight, specifically refers to certain authors who googling, causing the originally arranged layout to be blank like a skylight.

"Also, what happened to the bandage on your face!!!" Editor Kobayashi almost called Osamu Dazai for an ambulance.

"It's okay, it's okay~" Osamu Dazai shook his arm, and his whole body became Q bounced.

Editor Kobayashi didn't feel Dazai's rare Buddhist mood, and he was anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

"Teacher Yandao, wait for me first. I have a first-aid kit in the car. I'll go get it right away." Editor Xiao Lin left in a hurry, leaving only the dust that covered Osamu Dazai's face.

Oda Sakunosuke accepted the current image of Osamu Dazai quite well: "Why did you put the bandage on again, did you get hurt?"

When he was in Port Mafia before, Osamu Dazai seldom took off the bandage on his face. How many low-level personnel of Port Mafia were inspired by his appearance.

Dazai Osamu who is disabled and strong!

A cadre wearing a black hat passed by: Who is that?

Dazai Osamu brushed off the bandage wrapped around the corner of his eye, and asked Odasaku: "Do you miss it?"

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, then shook his head again.

Dazai Osamu was amused by Oda Sakunosuke: "Oda Saku, what do you mean?"

Oda Sakunosuke thought about it carefully, and replied very seriously: "I really miss the days when we got together at the Lupin Bar, but when you think about it carefully, Dazai's life now is more relaxed and happy."

"Huh??!" Osamu Dazai immediately lowered his face, and pouted in frustration, "How could it be, just thinking that the first thing I do when I wake up every day is to be reminded by editor Kobayashi, I can't cheer myself up."

"Odasaku, look at me, I've lost weight!"

The system didn't see where Osamu Dazai had lost weight. On the contrary, he was much rounder than when he was in the port Mafia. Thinking about the head of the port Mafia at home, he was so thin that only skin and bones remained. How could this Zai live so comfortably.

Oda Saku really observed it carefully, and then issued an ultimatum: "I lost weight, have you been too tired from work recently?"

The system was dumbfounded, and just wanted to ask when did Sakunosuke Oda go blind?

Osamu Dazai resolutely ignored the system's complaints.

"That's right! I said that guy Kunikida squeezed the labor force. Look, I'm exhausted!" Osamu Dazai started talking nonsense again, complaining about his colleagues for a while, and talking about the cases he solved, of course. , the highlight moments are the kind of Osamu Dazai's one-man show.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't care, and echoed from time to time, as if he was back in front of the bar at the Lupin Bar back then.

It just always felt like something was missing.

"I always feel like I've lost my soul without Ango's complaints." Osamu Dazai spit bubbles.

Yes, this is it.

Oda Sakunosuke patted Osamu Dazai on the shoulder: "Will you go to Lupin for a drink later? I already have an appointment with Ango."

"What~" Osamu Dazai flattened his lips, "There is no chance for people to refuse."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at it carefully for a while, then extended his hand to Osamu Dazai.

"What are you doing, Odasaku?"

"Remove the bandage for you." Oda Sakunosuke had already started to remove the bandage, Dazai Osamu did not struggle, and sat in Oda Sakunosuke's arms very obediently.

"Why, isn't this look very nostalgic?"

"But now Dazai is happier. If that's the case, don't get back to the previous mood."

"...Really, why are you, Odasaku, always so sharp where you shouldn't be smart?"

"Have it?"

"Yes, yes!" Osamu Dazai continued to make noise interference.

Oda Sakunosuke leaned his body forward, trying to see clearly the knotted bandage on the back of Osamu Dazai's head, and gently untied the knot.

"Odasaku." Dazai Osamu's voice came from Odasaku's ear.

"Huh?" Odasaku answered Dazai Osamu wholeheartedly.

Gentle force rubbed Dazai's hair from behind, and the breath that belonged to a close friend lightly brushed Dazai's nose.

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth to say something, but closed it silently.

The corners of his mouth finally raised slightly, and his slender eyelashes trembled. If Odasaku could see his expression, he would be very surprised.

Osamu Dazai has completely lost the sharp shell at this time, and his face is serene, like a young man who is ignorant of the world, without a trace of negativity at all.

He is very happy, very happy.

He had countless things he wanted to say to his best friend, but in the end he just boiled it all down to this one sentence.

"Today's weather is really nice."