Mr. Dazai from Class E of the third year

"Hmph, how cunning, Zhu-kun, I didn't expect you to think of this." Dazai stood up and rolled his eyes.

Shiota Nagisa rubbed his head in embarrassment: "That's true, but Mr. Dazai actually left a lot of clues."

"But, only you said it, it's amazing." Dazai stroked the boy's soft blue hair.

Nagisa Chaotian was startled, and slowly replied "...en." It was approved.

Looking at Nagisa's dazed expression, Dazai raised the corners of his mouth happily.

"Let others come in, it's over, this game."

Nagisa walked out of the classroom stiffly, almost hitting the door frame, even so, it messed up the arrangement of the desks.

Dazai rested his chin with one hand, his eyes were distracted.

"Congratulations, Mr. Dazai." The yellow octopus hung upside down outside the window.

"I should congratulate you." Dazai turned his head away.

"Hoohoo~, what are you talking about, I don't know as a teacher." Teacher Sha pretended to be stupid.

Dazai sighed: "I'm really not reconciled to being played with in the palm of my hand."

"Well, isn't the result very good?" Teacher Sha took advantage of Dazai's inattention, and quickly stroked his fluffy and curly black hair.

Dazai snorted and slapped the tentacles down hard.

"I admit it now."

Mr. Kill's black peasy eyes revealed some strange depth and softness.

"Because a teacher is a teacher."

Dazai paused, and looked back quietly: "But I'm not a student, at least for this, just don't take me as your student."

Mr. Kill seemed to sigh: "I know, Mr. Dazai is Mr. Dazai, and this will not change."

Dazai returned to his smile: "That's the best, the students are coming back, you can go."

"Teacher!" From far away, Nagisa Shiota's voice came.

Teacher Kill did not refuse, and left obediently.

With his back turned to Dazai, his voice was gentle: "Then, teacher Dazai's gift has been prepared for the teacher, remember to see it."

Dazai didn't catch the gift box, and was hit on the head. The force wasn't too strong, but the sound was very loud.

Dazai held the gift box slowly, and rubbed his forehead blankly.

It feels a little weird.

So...is he still a kid?

Before I had time to think about it, the students squeezed in.

"What's wrong? Dazai-san." Yuma asked.

Dazai held back the depression in his chest and stood up.

"Nothing."

"Okay, now, let's put an end to this game." Dazai walked to the podium step by step, and the students sat back to their seats one after another.

Time went back to Nagisa Shiota's unfinished words.

"The way to clear the level is only Mr. Dazai."

"No matter how you explain it, no matter what kind of answer you give, the final judge is Mr. Dazai himself."

"This is a verbal test, so my answer is that Mr. Dazai is just a teacher."

Dazai tilted his head and smiled: "I have imagined many answers, but Zhu-kun's answer is still beyond my imagination."

"But... congratulations, the final winner, sharp, careful, really good assassin."

Returning to reality, Dazai announced the final winner and fulfilled his promise: "What is your request? Even if you let me leave this school, it is okay."

"I hope..." Nagisa Shiota looked at Dazai's implicitly encouraging eyes, summoned up his courage, and ignored the gaze behind him.

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