Chief Oda won't complain

After me, Ango became the object of admiration.

"Awesome, the one who kept quiet turned out to be holding back his big move, and underestimated you."

"Are you a spy sent by mimic to the port of Mafia? It feels so fashionable. I thought it was just a boring intelligence agent before."

"Spies have long been out of fashion, and the idea that the winery is full of fake wine has become a cliché. I would say that the current hot spot is the life-and-death duel between the conjurer and the curse."

"What about voodoo and grudges? The most fashionable ones right now are Soul of Silver and Lake Toya!"

"What is that? It sounds old-fashioned. It's not as good as an intelligence officer. Don't look down on the intelligence officer. The intelligence officer is also very good at doing things."

Everyone argued a lot with each other, and finally divided into two factions, one faction stood on the side of the port mafia, saying that it was determined to follow the kingly line that the protagonist must win and the traitor must be punished, and the other faction stood on the side of mimic , yelling that the villain is the most fashionable, come on, beat down the protagonist Chong Duck!

I don't think this "story" is about the binary opposition between justice and evil. No matter how you think about it, port mafia cannot be classified as a good guy. Mimic is also not necessarily described as a villain.

However, since everyone seems to be having a good time, I'd better not jump out and sing a naysayer.

Next, everyone discussed the advantages and disadvantages of the two sides while reading, complaining about Ango's incompetence. He actually showed his feet in the prologue and was discovered by Dazai. The ability to perjure is too rubbish.

But Dazai's reaction after discovering the suspicious point was to ask for a photo as a souvenir, which is completely an act of pretending to be a criminal.

The two sides discussed until the end and came to a unified conclusion: only Oda Sakunosuke is always the same, a good man who is pure and unaffected.

I really think that Oda Sakunosuke and I are no longer the same person.

Ango lamented: "Why did you just call me a villain? There are obviously other possibilities. For example, I am a spy sent by the port mafia to mimic, that makes sense, doesn't it?"

I said, "If that's the case, Mr. Mori will make it clear when he gives the order."

I can't think of any reason why my own spies should continue to hide after being exposed and caught.

"Actually, if you have to say it, it really makes sense." Dazai tapped his finger on the desk thoughtfully, "For example, he is not only a spy, but also a double agent. The professor's glasses may have accidents. The handsome side."

"No, please forgive me." An Wu shook his head again and again.

I paid attention to the follow-up development of the "story", and gradually felt a terrible emotion surging from the bottom of my heart.

It wasn't because I realized that Ango in the "story" must have betrayed us—anyway, he couldn't betray my world.

It's because of Dazai—what the hell is Dazai doing in "Story"?

Being pointed at by the enemy with a gun, but you will die at any time, why do you want to provoke the enemy?Why won't you listen to me?Why can't I scream?

Encouraging the enemy to shoot, and kindly using words to guide, welcoming the enemy while walking with a smile, just like welcoming the embrace of death.

In the "story", I and the enemy shot at almost the same time. I hit the enemy's arm, and the enemy's bullet grazed the skin of Dazai's ear.

It was only a little off, but Dazai still dared to show off his acting skills to me with a smile.

Is that acting?Or, is it all about acting?

And what the hell was I doing in the "story", why I could only say "Yes" to Dazai's nonsense, and why I just turned around and walked away.

Since I wanted to punch Dazai hard and give Dazai a hard time, why didn't I do it?

Whether it's a standpoint or a relationship, caring about these stupid boundaries—ah, I'm really stupid!

If such a world exists, I'm afraid I'm really that stupid, always making mistakes.

"Odasaku... Odasaku?"

I heard Dazai calling me.

He didn't look very well, but I'm afraid mine looked just as bad.

Dazai stared at my face with a cautious look: "You..."

Did he want to ask me if I was okay?

If asked this, I would answer I'm ok.

"You are angry with me." Dazai actually asked such a question.But that didn't seem like a questioning tone.

"No, there's no such thing." I was surprisingly able to answer smoothly, and my voice was rational and steady. "That's just a plot in the "story", it has nothing to do with reality, Dazai, you didn't do anything wrong. "

Dazai opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Xingyue stood at the podium and cleared her throat: "Everyone, today's book club is over, please come to participate tomorrow, the old time and the same place, welcome to invite more people to come! Thank you for your hard work, everyone, please have a good rest tonight .”

I nodded to everyone indiscriminately, got up and walked out.

The sky outside was sunset, and the red color infiltrated the large swathes of clouds. The reading club was open for a whole day like this. Time really passed by so fast.

What's for dinner?Suddenly feel no appetite.

I walked all the way back to the residence with a dull head, took out the key to open the door, and then closed the door—the door was blocked and could not be closed.

Dazai and Ango blocked the door.

"Please Odasaku-sensei, please let us sleep at your house tonight." Ango begged.

It was very rare that it was Ango who was holding Dazai's arm tightly, and the two of them were completely reversed.

I couldn't help seeing the expressions of the two students clearly, such expressions... I actually wanted to struggle, but I couldn't say a word of rejection at all.

"Come in..." I moved out of the way, "What do you want for dinner?"

Ango suggested: "Have another meal of curry? The curry rice made by Mr. Odasaku is really delicious."

Is it still curry?Will you eat too often?

Thinking like this, I walked into the kitchen resignedly and started cooking.

By the time I brought the three plates of curry rice to the table, it was completely dark, and the yellowish light shone on the stains on the wall. The atmosphere was warm and soft, which made people feel relaxed.

I thought I would skip dinner, but somehow I made myself one too.There is no way, since it has been made, let's eat it honestly.

After the meal, two students naturally contracted out the task of washing dishes, and I stood at the door of the kitchen with nothing to do, not knowing what to do.

It seems that I was affected by negative emotions, and I actually caused students to worry about me, which is really a failure.

Why on earth am I unhappy?

Like I said to Dazai, I didn't bring the "story" into reality.

But for a moment, I felt shaken. I felt empathy with myself in the "story", and I felt that I couldn't save Dazai.