Mr. Dazai from Class E of the third year

"Oh my, wait a minute for that red-haired classmate in front, and help the teacher." Dazai stuck in an oil barrel, his tone ethereal.

Akabane put one hand in his pocket and raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, teacher, what are you doing?"

Dazai replied with a smile: "I'm experimenting with a new suicide method, but unfortunately, it hurts too much, so it's not suitable for me."

Even so, he still had an indifferent smile on his face.

Akabane kicked the oil barrel over with interest: "Hey, it feels very interesting. I tried to commit suicide and then regretted it."

"Oh, anyway...thank you." Dazai stood up with his hands on his back and grinned. Maybe it wasn't as serious as it appeared, but he was injured.

Dazai stretched his hands and feet, turned his head to look at the red-haired boy with an unruly and rebellious face, and said without any concealment: "It looks like a big trouble, you are Akabane-kun, right?"

The determined tone made Akabane feel a little uncomfortable. He wanted to take a sip of his own strawberry milk, but it was in vain.

He raised his head suddenly, and the handsome black-haired teacher was wandering and biting the straw hard.

Akabane sneered, and punched Dazai.

Dazai nimbly turned to the side, avoiding it perfectly.

He patted his chest hypocritically? "Oh, it's really dangerous."

Akabane caught the milk thrown by Dazai, and left the school building with a cold snort, and went to the playground.

The business to be done cannot be delayed. As for Mr. Dazai... the future is long.

Similarly, Dazai stared at Akabane Ye's flamboyant back with a smile, and he also said that the future will be long in his heart.

The poor lonely Chinese teacher went down the mountain to have fun alone.

Such as spicy curry, spicy curry and super spicy curry.

That being said, next time I ask Mr. Sha to bring some spicy curry back when he passes by India.

Dazai touched his body, and it was really clean after entering the water, not even a steel jumper.

It’s okay, okay, Dazai happily took out a black card, it had a nice name called Nakahara Chuya’s supplementary salary card.

Bandage waste machine Dazai frantically emptied the bandage section of the medical counter.

Dazai returned to the school building of Class E with his big and small bags.

Teacher Kill was sitting at the desk.

Because the tentacle was so fast, Dazai didn't know what he was doing.

"Fufufu~, Mr. Dazai, you are back." Mr. Kill stopped the movements of his hands, and pretended to be just discovered.

Dazai grinned viciously suddenly, and said with a smirk, "Yes, thanks to you, I'm very happy."

Dazai clasped an old style wallet with his dexterous white fingers.

Teacher Kill burst into tears instantly.

"This month's salary as a teacher... blah blah."

Dazai lost interest when he saw Mr. Sha's exaggerated performance.

Flipping his hands up and down, the wallet returned to its original place.

Dazai slumped on his chair in boredom.

Teacher Sha asked seriously: "Mr. Dazai, what do you think of Akabane today?"

Dazai pulled down the "Complete Suicide Manual" covering his face, revealing his deep iris-colored eyes.

"me……"

"I think Akabane-san is really cute."

Teacher Sha let out a strange laugh: "Mr. Dazai, do you want to come with me to polish Akabane-kun?"

Dazai jumped off the chair, stood up, and smiled brightly: "Okay."

Osamu Dazai, the Chinese teacher of Class E for the third year, was promoted to the deputy head teacher.