After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

Osamu Dazai sat at his desk and supported his head.

Zhong Ye had a lot of field work recently, and he was asked to stay at the Hong Kong and Black Building due to physical reasons.

Osamu Dazai was in a bad mood, especially when he found that the man sitting on the sofa opposite him had been reading a book for two hours without moving.

He simply lay down on the back of Ozzy's sofa and poked his head to look at the things in Ozzy's hands.

It was difficult to decipher the rather scribbled English characters, but Dazai still pronounced them.

The combination of ancient grammar and long words has become a spell that sounds like poetry.

"I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds in the world, and I am the one who gathers all the evils in the world... What is this?"

Oz moved aside, motioning for Dazai to sit beside him.

He turned the book forward a few pages, pointed to one of the magic circles, and explained.

"This book is very interesting. It records a magical story with a long history. It is rumored that there is a holy grail that can fulfill any wish of a person, and every few decades there will be a war on the magic side. The one chosen by the holy grail Several summoners and their followers will participate in the war to snatch the Holy Grail."

"This magic circle seems to be used to summon followers."

Oz tapped a pattern between his fingers.

The book is about a little old, and the drawing of the magic circle

Both text and text are blurred, and some paper edges are chipped.

In short, it doesn't look like a serious magic book.

Dazai seemed to be interested in this magic circle, his face was almost on the book on Ozzy's lap.

He carefully read the book's introduction to the Holy Grail War, and asked, "The Universal Wishing Machine?"

Oz nodded and closed the book, he did not intend to let Dazai know more about the Holy Grail War.

"The Holy Grail may purify your blood."

"Then do you want to summon the servant?"

"No, this is limited to human magicians." Oz said.

He saw Dazai's slightly surprised eyes.

Oz continued calmly, "If I participate in the war, it will be unfair to human magicians."

The implication is that Ozzy feels that if he participates in the Holy Grail War, it will be a sure win.

"I will find the winner and ask him to make a condition and grant my wish."

"Or use less-than-good methods to achieve their goals."

Speaking of this, Oz obviously felt guilty, and his eyelids sank a little.

Dazai did not expect that the good old man Ozzy had such determination, even the idea of ​​forcing others to submit.

"Speaking of magic, what did you think of that book?"

The book Oz spoke of was naturally the magic book he gave to Dazai last time.

Dazai Osamu's eyes drifted a little, he got up slowly and walked towards the desk, and finally Ozzy grabbed his collar.

"Next time definitely."

"No, learn now."

The blood clan who was extremely strict in some aspects made the descendant who had turned into a student move a small stool and sit opposite him.

"From here, gather your strength." Oz took out the pointer, tapped Dazai's chest, and then stroked his arm all the way to his palm, "let the strength come to this point along the veins."

Dazai remained expressionless, his eyes following the position of the pointer.

Oz tapped his palm again: "Here, are you there?"

Dazai: "...here we are."

Ozzy nodded in satisfaction: "Then silently say 'blossom'."

Dazai: "..."

Oz: "What's the matter? Talk about blooming."

Dazai: "Blossom."

Half a minute passed, the pointer was still the pointer, and Dazai's palm was empty.

Oz once again explained the magic principles to the stupid students for half an hour, but Dazai, who had repeated dozens of times, still failed to conjure flowers.

At the end of the lesson, Ozzy's expression became a little dazed.

"None of the cubs of the blood clan can't master this simple magic."

He looked at Dazai with guilt and encouragement in his eyes.

"Sorry, I'm not saying you're stupid. After all, everyone has different talents. Maybe you are more suitable..."

Oz worked for a long time, but couldn't find a simpler magic than blooming, so he could only sigh.

Dazai slowly put his palms on his thighs again, paying attention to Ozzy's movements from the corner of his eye, he whispered, "Hands are sore."

Oz covered his face, sighed again, then grabbed Dazai's arm to help him squeeze it.

"Blooming is the simplest magic, because flowers can express one's mind. As long as the mind is strong enough, flowers will be summoned and given to the person in front of you."

He also stretched out his palm: "Like this, bloom."

The small airflow condensed into a group, and the light spots were rolled together by the balloon, and finally turned into the shape of a flower.

Under Dazai's sight, these light spots turned into a white rose.

The magic happening before his eyes finally moved Dazai, he looked at his palm, and silently recited that silly spell again.

However nothing happened.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work." Dazai shrank his straight fingers, and was about to tell Oz that if he wanted this kind of flower, he could sell it in flower shops all over the street.

But Oz was one step faster than Dazai.

His fingertips rested on Dazai's knuckles, and then the rose fell into Dazai's hands.

Ozzy smiled, eyes wrapped in the light of the sun.

"Give it to you." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head a little embarrassedly, "If you accept it, can you promise me one thing?"

Osamu Dazai could vaguely guess what Oz wanted to say, but he chose to listen to Oz finish.

"I want Dazai to be someone who protects others, just like I want to protect you."

It sounds silly and nasty, and it also has a Madonna smell.

This is obviously what Dazai Osamu hates to hear the most, but after listening to it, he thought about what protection is.

Maybe it's not thinking, just dazed for a while?

Osamu Dazai wanted to analyze his own psychology, but he couldn't help spending more time on the eyes with pure hope in front of him.

"A flower wants me to listen to you? What you think is really beautiful."

Dazai snorted coldly and turned to leave. He didn't return the flowers, but carefully put them in his pocket.

Ozzy didn't even have the slightest sense of having his mind taken away.

The teacher was not in a good mood, but a strange energy surged up in the students' hearts.

"Have you nothing else to teach me?"

"Chess? Latin?"

"Isn't there anything more difficult?"

"Ah!" Oz suddenly thought of something, he stood up from his seat, enthusiastically embraced Dazai's waist, and brought him in front of him, "Ballroom dancing, don't you have a banquet in two days? The banquet now It should also invite the lady to dance, will you?"

Osamu Dazai paused, "No."

"Maybe you and Chuya are the protagonists of the banquet. You may have to dance the opening dance. I don't know if Chuya can ballroom dance."

"He can."

Osamu Dazai pulled the corner of his mouth, and smiled on the surface.

The author has something to say:

Ozzy (broken): You're the dumbest kid I've ever met.

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Oz: Chuya!Let's learn to dance... Mmmmmmm! (covered by Dazai)

Dazai: He will. (drag away)

Chuya: What dance?Why dance?Hello!What the hell are you talking about? (irritable)

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yysy, now the banquet seems to be eating and drinking?For young people, maybe there will be swimsuits, disco dances and dance floor swings?

Country kids who have never experienced a formal banquet said that tears flowed from their mouths.

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