Why can't we be friends after the friendship ending?

After a pause, Fukuzawa replied, "If you want to see it, come and see it."

As soon as it was sent, there was a reply: "Let me guess, the little dwarf must have lost."

There was silence for a while, and then replied: "Are you inviting me over?"

"Put it..." Fu Zechuan deleted the half-typed words. He noticed that the other party's question was a bit strange, "No, please don't come here."

After returning, he turned off his mobile phone, put his hand into his little flannel bag, thought for a while and then pulled it back.

Nothing important, no need to keep divining, he thought.

Dazai looked at the text on the phone, smiled, turned off the phone and put it in the windbreaker pocket.

"Why is he so vigilant." He murmured, turned around, and looked at the person behind him who was looking down on the entire city.

"Speaking of which, why aren't you in the same class as him? Mr. Kurolo."

Kuroro looked back at him, and gently closed the book in his hand: "I think there may be the same reason as you for this."

Controlling the overall situation in a dark place will always be the choice of people like them who are used to going underground.

Dazai leaned on the railing: "So did you find anything?"

Kurolo shook his head and said, "As far as the information we have now is still too little."

"What about the 'outside' people you contacted? What did they say?"

"I have troubled them to investigate the matters related to the two dates of May 5 and May 21." Dazai pocketed it, "The interpretation of the hermit card is also in progress."

He asked again: "Did he say anything other than asking you for help last time?"

"No." Kuroro replied, he pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "I remember something."

The expression on Dazai's face remained unchanged: "Oh?"

"The first time I met him was when he was 12 years old. At that time, he felt... very dangerous." Kurollo said, "'If fate wants him to die, he can also do it without hesitation. Die' is as dangerous as a fool."

"I met him when he was 14 years old." Dazai shrugged his shoulders, "but at that time he was different from what you said, although he was dangerous, but he could feel the 'smell of a person'."

Mentioning this, Kuroro had a little more smile in his eyes, of course he knew why.

He can even say that Fukuzawa's change is entirely because of himself.

"The second time he was very different. I guess I had already entered the game at that time." He continued, "Now that I think about it, he is like playing a game, so his attitude towards many things is very interesting. Knowing what happened during this period of time, it became what it is now."

What Osamu Dazai said to him was undeniable, indeed, unimaginable.

"The third time is here, and the fourth time is the call for help that just passed." Kuroro obviously has clearly distinguished these different first encounters for different "Fukuzawa".

"How old is he now?" he asked instead.

If time behaved so strangely, how much time had he missed with this person?

It must be beyond the measure of his own age.

Dazai smiled and said, "I was the same age as him when we first met."

Kurolo followed his words and asked, "Then how old are you now?"

"23 years old."

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Something black, as if glued, fell from the tip of his hair, like drops of water, and seemed to be more viscous than water.

Fukuzawa had the previous dream again, but this time he could only look at the ground, but his eyes moved up a little.

He noticed that there was something standing upright in front of him, and his hand was gently resting on it.

"I can wait..."

It seemed that someone said a word, but he only heard the beginning, and the rest of the words were all hidden in the boundless darkness.

He suddenly woke up from his sleep.

The faint light fell on him through the window, and there seemed to be birds chirping outside.Fukuzawa stared blankly at the ceiling, blinked, then turned over again, and continued to sleep.

I can't escape or hide, why keep emphasizing these things?

After more than half an hour, Fukuzawa finally got up slowly.

He brushed his teeth and wiped his face, and was about to see how his mother was going to torture him, but when he got to the kitchen, he didn't see the figure who was always standing inside.

Fukuzawa froze for a moment, he turned around and knocked on the door of his mother's room.

"My lord? If you don't get up, you'll be late."

No one cares about him.

"The salary is going to be cut in half."

Still no response, as if no one was there at all.

Fukuzawa put his hand on the handle and hesitated a few times, but he still didn't open it. He went to the entrance to check the shoes, but they were not there. The high-heeled shoes that his mother took off at the door the day before were still there.

In other words, his mother should not have gone out.

Fukuzawa sat back at the dining table in silence, covering his eyes with his hands.

"...Don't imitate me in hiding."

Chuan was obviously absent-minded during class today, the pen in Tsuna's hand turned around, and then fell on the notebook.

He held down his trembling right hand with a bitter face, thinking that his classmates were really not easy to mess with.

Although he didn't lose that game yesterday, he didn't win either.

The three of them still had considerations, and with the limitations of the system, they couldn't show their full strength at all.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Uchiha Sasuke who was diagonally ahead.

The "sequelae" of my right hand is due to this person... I really don't show mercy at all, but that little gentleman in Chuya is quite friendly.

If not in such an identity, it should be possible to become very good friends.

He glanced at Nakahara Chuya on the other side, and saw that the other party was frowning and looking at the blackboard, as if it was really difficult to learn such things.

Gang Ji picked up his pen and clicked next to "Illusion".

While sighing in his heart, he glanced at Sasuke again.

But at this glance, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Uchiha-san is looking at Chuan, but his sight is a bit strange... It's not so much that he is looking at Chuan, it's better to say that he is looking at the top of Chuan's head.

Speaking of which, it was sometimes like this before, but... wait!

Gang Ji suddenly realized something, looked at the word "fantasy" that he unconsciously tapped just now, he pursed his lower lip, and suddenly felt a little more worried.

Although I don't know what happened...but there is always a bad feeling.

Fukuzawa looked at the news of Dazai's reply in his mobile phone, and scratched his hair irritably.

He asked Dazai: "Is there any way to make Schrödinger's cat survive?"

This question was very strange, but Dazai immediately matched his circuit and replied, "Don't open the box."

Fukuzawa added: "The box must be opened, but the cat must also be alive."

It was quiet for a while, and then I sent him a message: "Grab a healthy cat and stuff it in the moment you open the box."

Fukuzawa understood what he meant, and he subconsciously glanced at Nakahara Chuya next to him, although he didn't understand why he had to look at him.

"I see." He replied, and finally added, "Thank you."

Then go grab one and bring it back, he said to himself in his heart, grabbing the ones in this world is not enough, just grab the ones in the game world.

After all...he had to snatch one back.