What if the lord is too popular

[You also want to know where his moral bottom line is, right? ]

[After all, to become a mafia leader, one must do many unconscionable things. ]

Mori Ogai stared at Osamu Dazai for a long time.

In a second or a century, the color of the eyes gradually darkened.

He walked out without saying a word.

Waiting outside the bathroom, buzzing—

The sound of water disturbed Mori Ogai.

He was thinking about the odds of winning this gamble.

As Osamu Dazai said, it takes a lot of effort to realize the three-moment concept, and a love that is doomed to lose is best killed in the cradle.

Sen seemed to have made up his mind, the sound of the water gradually died down, and the rough outline of Yaozai was outlined by the frosted glass.

The slender figure is like a fragile crystal flower, but the man is not a weak character.

On the contrary, he is willing to risk his life in order to persuade students to attend class.

Thinking of this, Mori Ogai smiled helplessly, the man's occasional recklessness was also heart-pounding.

pat—

The door opened, and Yaoya who came into view was wearing the white shirt he had prepared.

His white shirt.

How much loyalty does Yuya Ubuyashiki have to himself?

Mori Ogai thought of it this way, it is not bad to get the result after doing a test.

After contemplating the words for a long time, he turned a corner when he saw Yaoya's wet short hair, and the school doctor frowned to meet him:

"Why didn't it come out after drying?"

Yaozai smiled, ignoring the reproach in Sen's tone: "Because I want to trouble Mr. Sen to blow it for me."

He took out the hair dryer from behind and handed it over.

Sen shook his head and complained, "Are you ashamed to send a wounded man?"

But the smile at the corner of his mouth was so obvious that it almost jumped out of his entire face.

Yaozai ignored him, and walked towards the sofa by himself.

"Ubuyashiki-sensei should be very popular, right?"

"Huh? Why do you ask that?"

"It's nothing." Mori Ogai denied it flatly, and pressed Yaoya's shoulder to let him sit on the sofa.

He turned on the hair dryer, and the whistling sound of the wind filled the living room, concealing the ghosts behind the calm appearance.

Because you are good at acting like a baby.

Mori Ogai was gently helping Yaoya to dry his hair, while thinking about it.

He is still weighing the pros and cons, because once this is done, there is no turning back.

Yaozai is very obedient, he hangs his head and doesn't know what he is thinking.His hair is very soft, the legendary "good-tempered person" will have that kind of hair.

"Okay." Mori Ogai said softly.

Yaozai looked up at him, Violet closed her eyes slightly, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Mori, can I trouble you to come here?"

Mori Ogai didn't know, so he bent down, and a superficial kiss brushed his lips.

The man's eyes widened: "This is..."

"It's Mr. Mori's thank you for blowing my hair."

Mori Ogai laughed, as expected he was good at acting like a baby.

"Is it just that perfunctory?"

Yaozai glanced at the hair that was still dripping from the corner of his eyes:

"Because Mr. Mori's hair blowing is also very perfunctory."

Only then did Mori Ogai realize that he had lost his composure:

"Let me blow it for you again."

He wanted to turn on the hair dryer again, but Yaozai grabbed it.

"No need, the weather will be hot soon. Mr. Sen," he paused, looking at him unabashedly, "you seem to be preoccupied."

Mori's face froze, he let go of Yaoya's hand, and lowered his head to wind the hair dryer.

"I'm thinking about leaving."

This time Yaozai was surprised: "Why?"

"Because I'm afraid that the anonymous reporter will tell the mafia that I killed the old man. Then you and the rest of the school will be in danger."

Mori Ogai raised his head, staring at Yaoya who was close at hand without blinking.

The water from the tip of his hair meanders into the white shirt along the curve of his neck, and he can vaguely follow the path of the water drops.

Sen's Adam's apple rolled, and he calmed down as if nothing had happened:

"Do you know who the informer is?"

[Teacher Yaozai knows that I told you the secret. ]

The temptation started without warning.

Yaozai looked back without hesitation.Silence spreads, blurring time boundaries.

Suddenly, his lips moved, and Mori Ogai's heart rose to his throat.

"I don't know," he said.

"Ah."

Mori Ogai's extravagant hopes dimmed along with his eyes, but he still did not give up and invited Ubuyashiki to enter the final hurdle.

As he turned his back and walked toward the bathroom, he said:

"I've got the informer."

Yuya Ubuyashiki gasped.

The two entered the room.

click —

Mori Ogai, who was behind, locked the door.

Yoya pretended not to notice the tense atmosphere, and saw Dazai Osamu whose hands and feet were bound in the corner.

"Good morning, Mr. Yaozai, you have worked hard all night after being interrogated."

What a conscientious whistleblower, so eager to reveal his identity.

Yaozai pretended to be surprised: "Did the Dazai tell you the secret?"

He turned to Mori Ogai: "What is Mr. Mori going to do?"

The school doctor stared at him deeply, shrugged for a while: "I can only find a way to ask him to shut up."

"Shut up" has multiple meanings in the current context.

Yaozai wasn't sure which one he was talking about, he was thinking about it.

"I have already told Mr. Mori that if an upright young man like me is released, he will report to the port Mafia immediately."

"..."

Yaozai sighed: "Speaking of which, Dazai-kun has always wanted to commit suicide, right?"

Dazai smiled complacently: "Indeed."

Yoya didn't look at him, but turned to Mori Ogai who was silent at the side:

"Mr. Sen," he asked cautiously, "are you really going to kill him in front of me?"

Dazai said: "Why not, Mr. Mori has killed people before. Practice makes perfect, killing me is easy. Now is the time for Teacher Yaozai to make a decision."

[Assuming that one of us must die, who will Teacher Yaoza choose? ]

Yoya's eyes wandered between Dazai and Mori for a long time, then habitually lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves:

"It's really a multiple-choice question that will push me into a corner. What does Mr. Mori think?"

He asked knowingly.

Then-

Taking advantage of the moment when Mori Ogai was stunned, he quickly took out the gun he had just purchased.

pat—

The bullet was fired and shot straight at one of them.

There is no turning back arrow when you shoot the bow.

A few seconds later, Osamu Dazai fell into a pool of blood, and the astonishment on his face froze into eternity.

Yoya's move was unexpected by Mori Ogai.

"Where... did you get the gun?"

Yaozai hooked his lips and smiled slightly: "Compared to this, Mr. Mori should check to see if Dazai-kun is still alive?"

"..."

As if waking up from a dream, Mori Ogai ran to Dazai's side in two or three steps, feeling for his pulse.

The boy who was alive and kicking a moment ago turned into a dead body.

"Dazai-kun is Mr. Mori's right-hand man, right?"

Yaozai's cool voice came from behind.

Mori Ogai silently turned and walked towards him.

The culprit stood there, basking in the morning sun, immaculate.

He was very close to the door, and it was easy to escape, but he just stared at the man stubbornly.

"Will Mr. Mori kill me for this?"

The situation turned around because of Yaoya's actions, it's time for Mori Ogai to make a choice.

[Is it Dazai Osamu who is worthy of great use, or Yuya Ubuyashiki who made him fall into the mud? ]

Mori Ogai approached with a gloomy face, stared at him without saying a word, and then—

The slender fingers stained with blood lingered on Yaoya's neck.

The neck is the lifeblood of human beings and a necessary way to express intimacy.

"Are you afraid that I will kill you?" Sen said hoarsely, "Your left hand has been holding the doorknob behind your back."

Yoya smiled, and stroked Mori Ogai's hand holding his neck.

"You look nervous too, Mr. Mori. The veins on the back of your hands are almost bursting out."

"Ah."

Mori Ogai suddenly let go.

He suddenly moved closer to the distance where he could see all the fine hairs on Yaozai's face, comforting like a lover whispering:

"Dazai-kun likes to commit suicide, I have already prepared for him to leave me one day."

As he breathed, the scent of lime flooded into his nostrils, and Mori Ogai's eyes slid down Yoya's tense neck.

He didn't treat the wound after taking a shower, and the snake entrenched on his fair skin was particularly eye-catching.

Mori Ogai even remembered the path of the water droplets swimming towards the inside of the white shirt.

"Actually, I pretended to be asleep in the car waiting for you to secretly kiss me."

Yaozai's confession came from the top of his head, it was an attempt to conceal the temptation.

The moment they looked at each other, sparks flew.

pat—

The rational strings snapped, followed by kisses, bites, until the taste of blood filled the mouth.

Mori Ogai hugged Yaoya with all his strength, Yaoya's legs hooked his waist, and his back pressed against the door.

crunch—

Even if the body hits the doorknob, it still does not feel pain.

Finally, they parted breathlessly, Yoya looked over Mori Ogai's shoulder and looked somewhere.

There, the silent corpse of Osamu Dazai should have been lying there.

But Mori Ogai noticed something different, the smile on Yoya's lips was either a snake or a scorpion.

"Oh, Mr. Sen, it turns out that you don't care about my life at all."

Mori Ogai's back stiffened, and he turned his head:

"Dazai-kun, you..."

Shocked eyes circled between the boy and Yaozai.

Yaoya took the opportunity to jump down from Mori Ogai's arms, opened the door with a click, and was in a different space from them.

"Mr. Mori," he said nonchalantly, "At the police station, you invited Ms. Ozaki to give false testimony by contacting Dazai-kun, right?"

Yaozai is categorical.

"Even the report was ordered by you to Dazai, because—"

[There is no more innocent than being proven innocent by the police. ]

[It can even test Dazai-kun's loyalty, which really kills two birds with one stone. ]

Mori Ogai stared at Yaozai with a gloomy expression, he flicked his bangs for a moment, and smiled with his lips raised:

"When did it start?"

[When did you start lying to me with Osamu Dazai? ]

Mori Ogai didn't say everything, but Yaozai understood.

He laughed and said, "It started when I saw Mr. Dazai when I entered the door. Because Mr. Dazai told me your plan in a private message."

Mori Ogai was frustrated, and with his back turned to the boy, he let out a series of exclamations: "Dazai-kun, Dazai-kun."

[You really are out of blue. ]

Dazai Osamu's laughter seemed to come from behind him, but it didn't seem to.

Mori Ogai had no time to take care of him, and only had Yoya Shiki who was a few steps away in his eyes.

He had a premonition that he was going to lose him.

"Mr. Sen, I have decided to resign."

Mori & Dazai: "What?"

The surprise on the faces of the two men greatly pleased Yaozai.

The situation was reversed again, from Mori Ogai's formation, to Dazai's control of the scene, and finally—

Yoya Ubuyashiki tastes the fruits of victory alone.

He stepped back, and the breeze leaked in through the crack of the window, blowing his temples.

Yoya's eyes lingered on Mori Ogai's pale cheeks, regretting:

"Mr. Mori, I really like you. It would be nice if we could be open and honest instead of testing each other."

He said: "I understand all your efforts to achieve your goals, because I am the same. My moral sense may not be as high as you think."

After Yaoya finished speaking, his eyes flicked to Dazai.

The chest of the boy in the camel-colored windbreaker was dyed red, and he stared blankly at him.

"Teacher, did we agree to die for love together?"

Yaozai smiled, stretched out his hand to tuck the broken hair behind his ear.

That earlobe was bitten by Mori Ogai in public.

"Dazai-kun, rather than die in love with me, you should learn to get along well with yourself first?" His left hand held his right hand: "Let the proud self and the humble self in your body try to shake hands and make peace like this."

[System: The level "Oiran Yasha" has been successfully cleared, and now the calculation will start to obtain pts, and the favorability will be converted into life points.

Use the ability "Scriptwriter" twice, create a role: Dealer, bet X2 (Huizi / Fern Ji)...]

A cold mechanical voice echoed in Yaozai's head.

The two people in the distance were motionless.

Very well, both Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu are overly suspicious, and it is better to reap a wave of goodwill and leave than to fall in love.

He is about to "teleport".

suddenly-

Osamu Dazai shouted: "Teacher, I like you."

Yaozai's footsteps froze.

[System: The capture target Osamu Dazai's affection for you exceeds the standard, triggering a "confession", and asking the host to give a "response".Count down five seconds. ]

"..."

Yuya Ubuyashiki's scalp tingled.

The 18-year-old boy Dazai Osamu did not follow the routine from meeting to parting, and he may be his nemesis.

Yaozai turned his head, with a half smile but not a smile:

"Dazai-kun, you are not yet of age."

The voice did not fall—

His heart was paralyzed for a while, and his body couldn't help but fell to the floor.

"..."

[Xiaotong, this...]

Yaozai's vision quickly blurred, and he could feel the life passing away from his body little by little.

Amid the chirping of cicadas, Ogai Mori and Osamu Dazai hurried over.

"Ubuyashiki / Yoya-sensei!"

He closed his eyes and died.

Ubuyashiki Yoya was suspended in the air, watching Mori and Dazai take various first aid measures on him with a blank expression.

"Xiaotong, so the wrong "response" of "confession" will directly kill you?"

The system chuckled: "Yes, Ubuyashiki-sama, but don't worry, because Mori and Dazai's favorability towards you has exploded, and it has been converted into health points. You still have another chance to re-enter this world."

"Is that why you hesitated and let me experience it directly?"

He changed the subject: "There is something else I need your help with."

Mori Ogai and Dazai watched Yoya's body gradually turn cold.

"Dazai, he must be pretending, right, just like you did just now?"

"...I set it up because of my 'wish', there is a suspended animation tool in the system, and the effective time does not exceed 7 minutes. But now..."

[It's been 10 minutes. ]

"..."

Mori Ogai buried his face in his palms, and couldn't believe that Yoya Miyashiki died like this.

The same goes for Osamu Dazai.

At this moment-

Two-person system:

[I received a private message from Yoya Ubuyashiki, because the system user has died, please contact the principal of Wanyu High School to check it. ]

Mori & Dazai: "..."

They looked at each other, witnessing the resurgent flames in each other's eyes, and they hit it off.

Principal's office

"What, you want to check Ubuyashiki-sensei's system? No, no, this is his privacy."

The headmaster stroked his wig.

"...After looking at the system, Ubuyashiki-sensei may still be saved? Are you sure?"

The embarrassed Mori and Yaoya made the principal sympathize:

"Alright alright."

pat—

The door of the principal's office was pushed open, and Mei Hayakawa came after hearing the news.

Her beautiful face was blush from running.

Seeing the bloodless Yaozai on the sofa, the girl choked up her throat and breathed boldly.

Then-

Her legs went limp and she fell to the ground, tears streaming down like broken beads.

"Ubuyashiki-sensei, how could..."

Both Dazai and Mori Ou avoided the girl's call for help with ashen faces.

closed conference room

Yuya Ubuyashiki's "Wish" system was successfully read.

Because it was sent to Mori and Dazai, it was inconvenient for others to read it.

The principal dragged the crying Hayakawa Mei away.

A hollow beep echoes across the room:

"The host Yoya Shiki's 'wish' will be displayed soon, and the countdown is five seconds..."

The past conversation between Yaozai and the system gradually appeared on the screen.

[Strategy target: Osamu Dazai, current status: Dangerous]

[Traider Osamu Dazai, current favorability: 40%, is converting health.Host Yoya Shiki, remaining life: 40.5 days. ]

[Do you really think Osamu Dazai has a good strategy?Maybe he was just pretending to like me. ]

[Strategy target: Mori Ogai, current favorability is 10%]

Because he knew what Mori Ogai wanted:

[Cultivate a sense. ]

Dazai Osamu and Morio looked at each other outside.

"Mr. Yaozai, is it just to live longer and win our favor?"

Mori Owai's eyes darkened slightly, he pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

System: "Master Ubuyashiki, you are really kind. Then they won't be so worried about your death, right?"

Yaozai smiled, maybe.but-

He had an ominous premonition.

The on-screen conversation scrolls to the last line:

[The capture target Osamu Dazai's affection for you exceeds the limit, triggering a "confession", and asking the host to give a "response".Count down five seconds. ]

The screen returned to white.

Dazai was at a loss for words: "...Could it be because Mr. Yaozai rejected me that..."

Mori Ogai stood stiffly with his hands folded, and said the first sentence after entering the door:

"What did he mean when he said, 'I understand everything I do to get there, and so does he'?"

Osamu Dazai pondered for a few seconds: "Let's see Yaoya's wish?"

[Yaozai? ]

Sen frowned.

"Reading the wish of the host Yoya Ubuyashiki"

[Wish: Kill Ghost Dance Tsuji without misfortune. ]

Nine large characters and two punctuation marks appeared on the screen, Dazai and Mori Ogai could not understand.

The school doctor turned and went out, went to the corridor to lean against the window, and lit a cigarette.

"You're so open and honest."

The man's expression was ethereal, like fog or cloud, not so much loathing and hatred, but regret for not being able to catch something.

The headmaster hurried over and ordered:

"Mr. Sen, you can't smoke here even if you're in a bad mood? Go to a special area."

Mori Ogai looked down at the principal, suddenly smashed out a cigarette and smiled:

"I'm resigning."

pat—

Osamu Dazai walked out of the conference room, his youthful face slowly turned from dark to bright.

"Mr. Principal, I also want to drop out of school."

headmaster:? ? ?

Mori Ogai looked at Osamu Dazai's chest: "Your injury?"

The boy stuck out his tongue: "I won't die anyway, the bullet will stay in my body."

"I thought even the bullets were fake."

"It's just to ensure that you won't be shot in the throat. Of course, I didn't tell Teacher Yaoza the truth."

"Hmph, do you think he will control your life?"

As Mori walked forward, Osamu Dazai followed suit, his clothes chattering.

After the two walked a distance, the principal came back to his senses:

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

Mori & Dazai: "The Port Mafia."

Principal: Pupil earthquake.

[System (Grandet): You received a private message from Mori Ogai. ]

[Mori Ogai: The old man seemed to be looking for a [book] before he died. I heard that anything written in it can become a reality. ]

Osamu Dazai understood and smiled:

"Of course you can't let Yaozai teacher run away so easily, right Mr. Mori?"

The breeze passing through the hall was caught by Mori Ogai's hand.

"Humph."

"Do you still think I should return to this world, Xiao Tong?"

The system cleared his throat, and said righteously: "Let's forget it, Mr. Ubayashiki. We can go to another parallel world."

"Then will I meet them again?"

"It's impossible to say."

The wind transformed by Yoya managed to break free from Mori Ogai's fingers.

"Let's go then."

[System: Alright.The host Yoya Ubuyashiki is about to enter the new world, the countdown is 5 seconds...]

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