Chief Oda won't complain

Friday is still cloudy and rainy, but since the weather forecast says it will be sunny on Saturday, I have a faint hope, and my mood is not so gloomy.

I spend the whole morning teaching Mandarin, and the class is full and there is no free time.Although the whole heart has long been tied to the guns and fire, life and death in the other world, and can no longer pay attention to whether the students have completed their studies, the community animals will not get the privilege of strike and immunity.

Even the warrior who slays the dragon in the story has to obey the villagers' orders to run errands for a meal.So I think that is probably the true meaning of life.

So busy until noon, I cheered up and went to Kyogokuya as briskly as possible to help Sakata line up to receive discount coupons for desserts.

In fact, I should have gone to pick it up at noon yesterday, but when I got to the place, I found out that the Kyogoku House was closed for a day. It seemed that someone had smashed the facade due to a fight.

So yesterday I only bought non-bitter coffee and rough snacks at the nearby store, so I didn't leave empty-handed.

There will always be such and such trivial matters and troubles in ordinary life. I am used to it, and now I can even appreciate the happiness contained in it.

Compared with the too cold and cold world, the world where ordinary people can feel at ease as social animals is really gentle and lovely.

The collection of discount coupons went smoothly today, and we only queued for half an hour.Seeing that there was still time for the lunch break, I bought another cup of luxury chocolate parfait and brought it to Sakata.

Sakata was quite surprised when he got the luxury chocolate Buffy, his eyes were glued to it, and he couldn't bear to give me a look.

But his voice was very wary: "Hey, Sakunosuke, I don't remember that I said I wanted this. So don't think that I will pay you for running errands, Ah Yin, I've been very poor recently."

I shook my head: "It's for you. I remember you said you wanted to eat this before."

"Really?" Sakata was stunned, then scratched his head, his old face blushed, "Since it was sent to me, then thank you--this is your purpose! I just want to hear my senior thank you! Ahhh, Really, you actually calculated to such an extent for my thanks, you guys are really hardworking, and I can only reluctantly satisfy you."

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and patted him affectionately, then let go of my hands to hold the luxury chocolate Buffy, and walked away as if in a trance.

I reminded him: "Pay attention to the road."

"understood--"

As soon as he responded, he staggered.

But before the damage was done, Sakata managed to save Buffy with super-difficult stunts, like a gymnast.

That's great.I am amazed in my heart.

Sakata looked back at me, supported his waist with one hand, and said loudly: "It was just my performance just now, do you understand the performance? No accidents happened!"

I nodded: "That's right. By the way, there is actually something I want to ask you. I have decided to go to another world. Can you help me take care of Dazai and the others while I am away?"

"Huh? Don't be kidding, do they still need someone to take care of them? They are no longer little devils who don't understand anything and just hang around adults. Maybe they think about many things more clearly than us adults."

I think that although Sakata said so, he actually agreed.

"If I can come back, I'll treat you to all the flavors of Buffy." I promised.

Sakata stopped walking, looked back at me, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Don't talk big, let's forget about your salary, don't underestimate Buffy of all flavors."

His eyes are honest and serious: "Wanting to eat all the flavors of Buffy is like trying to make everything perfect. It is a terrible delusion that cannot be achieved. Even the perfect "Gintama" still has many people. Don't like it, you have to keep this in mind after you travel through the world.

As for this promise, forget it quickly. In my opinion, instead of eating Buffy as if it is a mission, it is better to choose the taste according to your own preferences and mood, and live the life you want to live. "

Sakata's words are full of deep meaning. He really deserves to be the senior I need to learn from. He is too proficient in the national language.After Sakata left for a long time, I still thought about it carefully and felt that I had gained a lot.

At the reading club after school, I and everyone can finally read the important part of "The Death of Oda Sakunosuke".

The episode has an emotionally charged foreshadowing, beginning with a one-on-one duel between two distraught lookalikes.

Then the armed men and mimic soldiers from the port mafia joined in, creating a cruel and lively group battle atmosphere.

In the spacious ballroom, the supporting actors died one after another, and the blood and gunfire set off the two protagonists in the center.The two danced like the best dancers in the world to the music of gunshots and death.

To be honest, this description makes me uncomfortable, and I don't think there is anything "beautiful" about death and revenge.

The me in the "story" was completely forced to do bad things I didn't want to do, and my mood was gloomy and desperate.

But the sense of the picture shown is very beautiful and bright, which has the feeling of emphasizing the cruelty of the world again.

In the interval of this cruel feeling, the "singularity of supernatural powers" that was introduced before the "story" appeared. Gide and I understood and communicated with each other in an instant, and the conversation was completed only with the thoughts in our minds. eternal.

During this peculiar pause, Gide and I talked about the book that led to my desire to write.

As a "story" reader, I am also curious about this aspect.After all, I have never read that book, so I really don't know what kind of excellent content it will be.

However, the "story" suddenly shifted the camera at this critical point and inserted other descriptions.

It's not just me, other members of the reading club also made dissatisfied voices, and the reading was incoherent.

In particular, the inserted paragraph is not pleasant at all. It is the leader of Dao Mori who finally admitted all his crimes openly: for the benefit of the organization, he used mimic as a pawn to force the supernatural secret service department, and voluntarily assisted mimic to smuggle to Yokohama .

And revealed the hiding place of the children, and it was Chief Mori who deliberately pushed the children to death.

"This is too scumbag."

I noticed that Ango's expression was wrinkled.

Ango has always been a polite child, and he has always been respectful and polite to the dean, but now he expresses his strong dissatisfaction with Mr. Mori of the different world, obviously holding it in his heart for a longer time.

Fortunately, Director Mori is not sitting with everyone as a reader to read at this moment, otherwise, if the students want to vent their anger and attack Director Mori in groups, my position as a trainee teacher will be too difficult to handle.

I don't know what Kanae and Sakata, who are both teachers, will do?

I looked at the two people, and found that Sakata's attention was not on the curtain at all. He and Shimura Shinpachi were holding Kagura tightly, telling Kagura to calm down and not trouble the big devil.

On the other hand, Kanae put her arms around Kanahu's shoulders, and agreed not to tell the content of the "story" to Shinobu, so as not to make Shinobu angry again.

With the actions of these two people as a reference, it seems that I should also say something to Ango.

"Odasaku-sensei, can you put away the hesitant expression?" As a result, Ango spoke before me, looking very helpless. "I still can't tell the difference between the other world and this world."

It turned out that Ango noticed my thoughts, but I noticed something while feeling a little relieved, and I said: "You already believe that the "story" is true? "

I clearly remember that Ango kept insisting that it was just a fabricated fake story.

An Wu sighed: "It's meaningless for me to insist on not believing it now. You have already decided to go through time travel, haven't you?"

Am I being so obvious?Now that Ango saw it, then Dazai...

I looked at Dazai, and found that he pursed his lips expressionlessly, staring at the curtain and refusing to make eye contact with me.

I can't help but feel a little worried, but I can only continue to read the "story".

Dazai ignored Chief Mori's order, turned and left to find Odasaku.And Chief Mori's reaction was just as Dazai expected, and he didn't really stop him in any way.

The muzzles of those guns aimed at Dazai seemed to be just decorations to enhance the atmosphere, and were not used at all.

This description made me grasp some mysterious feelings.

I found that the relationship between Dazai and Chief Mori in a different world is not just a simple superior-subordinate relationship. The two understand each other too well. That kind of understanding and subtle sense of tacit understanding is more in line with the relationship between teachers and students.

Then I thought of this world, the thing that Mr. Mori specially asked me to ask Dazai to participate in the cherry blossom viewing party.

Originally, I didn't understand it at all, but by applying the corresponding relationship between the two world characters, it seems that I can understand it a little bit.These two people obviously have a deeper relationship than I can understand.

Then the "story" finally revealed some of the parts that I am most interested in. The me who changed the world just through words, made me devote myself to the dream of a novelist without hesitation, and gave up the murder book. The author's name is Natsume Soseki, It is also the name of the bearded man who gave me the second volume of the book.

Natsume Soseki...

I chanted the name in my mind, trying to dig out a little bit of familiarity from the depths of my mind.

Maybe if I know such a person, I can also appreciate the charm of books in this world.

But unfortunately, I have no impression of this name anyway.In comparison, even the occasional "meow" cry of the three-color cat in the academy makes me feel more familiar.

The influence of the "singularity of supernatural powers" is mutual. While I fully revealed to Gide the mental journey of wanting to be a novelist, I also learned the reason why Gide wanted to die in battle.

The mimic organization was originally a heroic soldier who fought for the country, but was betrayed by his own people who made plans. In an instant, their positions were reversed, and they became a group of traitors who committed crimes, and were attacked by their companions.

In order to survive, they have to fight against everything they once guarded and proud of.

The bodies survived by killing their compatriots, but as a price, their hearts were all lost, and they became a group of ghosts wandering on the battlefield.

The reason why they insist on fighting until death is very simple, that is, in the situation of being denied by the whole world, they must never deny themselves again.

If he even denied his military status, it would be completely meaningless and he would have nothing.

To die in battle as a soldier is the only way of redemption that Gide can find for himself.

At the end of a paragraph, I closed my eyes and let out a soft breath.

Not the same.finally, I understand.

Gide and Dazai are completely different people, and maybe they both show the characteristics of wanting to die, so it will give people some kind of similar illusion.But as long as you read this paragraph, you will understand that they are completely different individuals.

If I really have to use death to redeem someone, I would rather that person be Dazai than Gide.

Xingyue coughed lightly: "Well, that's the end of today's part, right? Tomorrow is Saturday, we start reading in the morning, and we can finish reading in the evening."

Indeed, after reading this today, the time is almost the same as the time when the study session ends, and it is time to go back to sleep.but……

I opened my eyes and said, "Keep reading."

"Eh?"

Everyone looked at me in surprise.

I know that my performance today is the complete opposite of yesterday, when I was the one who insisted on finishing the reading the most.

But today, I said: "Break in such a critical place, you can't fall asleep even if you lie on the bed. Since tomorrow is a rest day, there is no need to get up early, so I will read more tonight."

In fact, I am also surprised by my own thinking. Maybe my nature is more capricious than I thought.

After thinking about it, I added: "This is just my personal idea. Everyone can go home freely, and tomorrow's study session will continue from this place. So you won't miss anything if you leave directly. Is this arrangement okay, Xingyue ?”

Xingyue nodded repeatedly.

Facts have proved that my supplement is redundant, no one got up and left at all, everyone, like me, was firmly grasped by the development of the "story" to the climax.

In the ballroom, the two parties who appeared as the background boards have all been exhausted, leaving only the two protagonists to survive tenaciously.

It seems that the "singularity of supernatural powers" that has been infinitely extended will eventually come to an end, and when it ends, it means that Gide and I have a complete battle for life and death.

The two confessed to each other sincerely, and then both smiled and understood each other, as if they had become friends.

When the end was approaching, I told Gide that I still had one more thing on my mind, and that was Dazai.

【"That guy is just a child with too much brains, a child who was left alone in the nothingness that is farther than the world we see, crying child."】

At the end of my life with Gide, I regret it.I have never been involved in Dazai's loneliness. I used to think that this would keep the friendship alive.But on the verge of death, I regretted it.

Gide praised my marksmanship and said goodbye to me. The "singularity of supernatural power" disappeared, and we fell at the same time.

The so-called life-and-death duel does not necessarily determine a surviving victor, and there will be an ending in which both parties die.

It was very dramatic, at this moment Dazai rushed into the ballroom, following his will and disobeying the order of the leader, he came to his friend, and happened to see me in a state of embarrassment on the verge of death.

He knelt beside me and called me an idiot incoherently, but I was smiling contentedly.Because I saw Dazai as soon as I thought of Dazai, this is indeed a good thing to be satisfied with.

I proved to Dazai with words that I know Dazai better than Dazai himself.

Then I succeeded in persuading him to save people.Dazai was willing to believe me even if I didn't come up with some kind of credible evidence to prove that the one who saved was better.

As a result, I realized my own redemption, and at the same time ushered in death.

I used to think for sure that no matter what the "story" would play out, I would definitely bring Dazai to the light.

This is not only my understanding and confidence in my own character, but also my inference of "story" from the perspective of literary creation.

I have already described my concern for Dazai in the previous article.Therefore, it is always necessary to point out later to be considered complete.

There are many authors who do not pay attention to this kind of structural echo.But when it comes to this "story", after reading many plots, it is obvious that they are paying attention.

I also used this theory to appease Dazai, telling him not to be afraid of the estranged relationship between me and Dazai in another world, and fetters will definitely bring people closer to each other.

If I had known that my words would be fulfilled in such a tragic way, I would never have said these things to Dazai in the first place.

Just like I would never tell children that fairy tales are all lies.I thought it was no different than putting a knife in someone's heart.

Assuming it was a painting, then I must be lifting Dazai into the world of light with outstretched hands.And he closed his eyes and fell into the boundless darkness belonging to the dead.

I don't doubt that Dazai will become a good person who saves people after this, and he will live a better life.

But in such an supposedly beautiful story, there is an untimely deceased who cannot be avoided. How long will this sad mark deepened by death remain in Dazai's heart?

And as a reader, I once used this kind of tragedy to speak out to sensitive children who are still living in school, talking about bondage, how bad it is.

I fell into remorse, but Dazai who was sitting next to me stood up suddenly.

I look at him.The light in the classroom is very poor, and the headlights have not been turned on to ensure a clear projection.

Therefore, I can't confirm whether Dazai's eyes are red, but some intuition gave me this guess.

This guess is actually a bit scary, because I have never seen Dazai cry, but I have seen many girls who cry for Dazai.

"Go, Odasaku." Dazai said, his voice hoarse.

He stared fixedly at the curtain, apparently not avoiding my sight on purpose this time.

I feel Dazai's sadness.At the same time, it was accompanied by the common sadness of everyone in the classroom, and everyone's suppressed-even though I could hear it clearly-weeping one after another.

The author has something to say: Note: "That guy is just an over-smart child, a crying child left alone in a void that is farther than the world we see." This sentence is " Quote from Dark Ages.

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Learn the new by reviewing the old, and keep the new in the normal temperature. I thought the idea of ​​the mimic organization was illogical, but I gained a new understanding after rereading the story.

I wrote the new understanding in this chapter.Maybe they subconsciously already knew they were criminals.

But they cannot admit it, if it means a complete denial of themselves, then even the final salvation will not be obtained.