My baby tamer can't be the leader

Although Osamu Dazai didn't take Nakahara Chuya seriously at all, normally he would just sneer, and then think about where to send that guy next time... But considering that he is holding the tablet and looking at him curiously The little girl in the direction where Chuya Nakahara left has a better impression of him than a bad boss who oppresses his subordinates. Sure enough, it is better to show that he is troubled by incompetent subordinates?

And what's so nice about that slug!Don't look at him!Although he looks like a man, he is actually violent and impulsive. He dared to slap the table at the leader. His bad temper can be seen, especially his voice is super loud. Xiaoqi can't be fooled by that face!

Osamu Dazai, who had already scratched the face of his subordinate in his heart, was in a bad mood when he noticed that the other party glanced at him and then looked at the closed door again.

But for him, it's easy to attract the attention of others.

As he stood up, he tried hard to convince himself that it was not out of some... vague expectations that should not have existed, nor was he trying to seduce the other party on purpose, he just felt that even if it wasn't him, it definitely couldn't be that bird little man!

Does that incomprehensible guy know what companionship is?Finding that guy is better than finding a piece of wood!At least the wood can be carved into ornaments, that guy is pure rotten wood that cannot be carved.

While viciously dissing his subordinates in his heart, the young leader was rather uneasy, fearing that he would attract the attention of those who didn't care, and walked slowly to the window blocked by the reinforced steel plate.

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Central Plains Chuya... I saw a real person.

But compared to the opponent itself, I am actually more curious about the manifestation of gravity, after all, it is something that does not exist on my side.

As for Dazai Osamu's ability, it doesn't make any difference to me whether I have that ability or not...

Just when I was thinking about whether I would have the opportunity to witness the super handsome performance of a real person stopping bullets with bare hands, Osamu Dazai, who had been sitting behind the desk all the time, suddenly stood up unhurriedly, walking almost completely The unanimous pace stopped by the window.

It's just that he didn't open the baffle on the outside of the window at this moment, and if he looked out from the inside, he couldn't see anything except a piece of black iron plate.

Moreover, the lights in his office are not very bright, the color is completely cold and dim, so, it really looks like the lair of the evil forces!Although this is also true...

The black-haired leader stopped in front of the window for a moment, then slowly raised his right hand, and lightly pressed it on the transparent glass floor-to-ceiling window in front of him, lowering his long eyelashes with a desolate expression.

From a distance, it looks like a beauty walking out of an ink painting scroll.

...to be honest, it's really pretty.

It's just that I couldn't sit still very quickly, because after the other party showed a slightly sleepy look, he took the document from the desk to the coffee table in front of me, and slowly landed on the single sofa beside me. seated.

I was a little nervous and wanted to hide away from him, but as soon as I moved, his eyes turned a little bit in my direction, because I really don't know whether he was out of intuition or if he really heard the movement of the sofa cushion The reaction I just made, I can only sit back to the original place honestly.

The other party's long coat hangs naturally along the edge of the sofa. He rests on the armrest of the sofa with one hand, bends his pale knuckles like jade, and props up his graceful jaw. His legs overlap up and down. The coffee table The gap between them can barely accommodate these slender and powerful long legs, and the aura around her is strong and quiet, which is completely impeccable no matter where you look at it.

I looked at Osamu Dazai for a while, then looked back in pain, covered my eye sockets, and sighed softly.

Or watch less!Although I don't seem to have a particularly urgent interest in dating, my aesthetics are normal!After seeing such a perfect type too much, I am afraid that it will be difficult to go from extravagance to frugality after my vision is raised...

Hey, no matter how you look at it, he is my perfect ideal type. He is passionate about work. I guess he can completely stay away from home for 360 four and a half days out of 360 five days a year. Good looking and not clingy, perfect.

Bad character?So what if he has a bad personality, anyway, he doesn't go home, and stays in the office all day long, this is something his subordinates have to consider...

As for directly considering the one in front of you?Hehe, even if I don't mind trying something challenging, there is still a difference between being challenging and dying!Isn't that the same difference between 'skydiving with a parachute' and 'skydiving without a parachute'?The one in the front is seeking excitement, the one in the back is wanting to commit suicide! !

And he can't see me?

But seeing that the other party obviously won't leave in a short time, I thought about it, tentatively plugged in the earphones to the tablet, and after seeing that he didn't respond, I started to learn Japanese on the spot, trying to get rid of the status of illiteracy as soon as possible.

During this period, his subordinates came in and out, and occasionally when I stood beside Osamu Dazai and talked to him, I was completely confused. In the middle, I boldly tried the voice translator, but the translated text was messed up. I At most, I could only understand a little bit of half-guessing, and it was obviously a matter of their work, and I quickly lost interest.

It's just that I feel Osamu Dazai has a good attitude towards his subordinates, right?There was no sign of impatience at all, nor was there the rumored indifference and inaccessibility, and the tone of voice was even more elegant and soft, like red wine slowly flowing down from the mouth of the bottle, with a bit of intoxicating ending.

I just don't know why most of his subordinates seemed to shudder when they heard Osamu Dazai speak. Could it be a language problem?

With such doubts in mind, I recorded what Osamu Dazai said again, and half guessed that what he said was a very common problem, and there was no such thing as a calm threat... Also, for him in such a situation For someone who has been in a high position for a long time and whose reputation alone can make people fearful, 'threat' is a method that is rarely used. Maybe it is because the division of superiors and subordinates in the port Mafia is relatively strict?

After observing Osamu Dazai for a long time, I was sure that this guy was really autistic. He never left the office at all, and the farthest distance he traveled was his own lounge.

And this guy didn't eat well at all, at most it was black coffee with a few biscuits that I smelled bitter from a distance, eating for the sake of eating.

And just like that, when his subordinate came over, he actually showed a look of surprise, Osamu Dazai nodded to him, and said to the other party lightly, "I'm in a good mood today, I ate a little more."

ah?ah?Is that much?What kind of fairy are you? !

Forget it, anyway, that's none of my business, but seeing that Osamu Dazai really didn't seem to see me, I was able to sit upright at first, and then I simply found a comfortable position to lie down and chase after me. drama.

What?Studying... I just finished the college entrance examination!And isn't chasing Japanese dramas equivalent to learning?

Speaking of which, why am I forced to learn Japanese? My rebellious psychology has nowhere to rest...

Although he also entered the waiting room halfway, I always feel that it is not good to run into the other party's waiting room with someone behind my back. I went in yesterday only because I was worried that they would conduct a large-scale search after the alarm was triggered... If the people who came did not If there are too many, or if there are still vacancies on the sofa outside, I think it is better for me to stay outside.

After happily touching the fish for a few days, I gradually realized that it doesn't matter to make a little noise, and this mechanism seems to be that everything I bring will be ignored. After that, I became more courageous and tried again After I brought a small pillow and snacks to catch up with the show with potato chips, I began to agree with what the note said from the bottom of my heart.

Although this landing point is very unreliable, how can people enjoy a trip to another world because they are teleported to the office of the mafia leader in that world? !But judging by the results, it is indeed very relaxing...

But Osamu Dazai seems to prefer to work on the sofa. Usually he works next to me when I am eating potato chips, he works next to me when I am watching dramas, and he still works next to me when I am playing games. Working next to me, I am so conscientious that I can't help but sigh that the king of paper kings is by my side.

Until one day, I was so stupid that I brought the Happy Water from the Fat House. I couldn’t put this kind of drink on the high-end sofa in the office. What if the bottle cap wasn’t tightened tightly and it leaked... Considering that I brought it here anyway Everything seems to be ignored. At first, I carefully placed it under the table, but then simply placed it on the coffee table in front of me out of convenience.

Although Osamu Dazai will also work here, he only uses half of the desk in front of him at most, which is too tidy, as long as he doesn't put it on the half he usually uses, at worst, I'll take it away after he spreads it out. .

As a result, Chuya Nakahara, whom I hadn’t seen for a while, suddenly kicked open the door of Osamu Dazai’s office against the sound of the alarm. Just when I was wondering why Chuya Nakahara, who was a cadre, would trigger the alarm when he came in, last time It can also be said to be a system failure, but the two times it was not right, Nakahara stared at Osamu Dazai with those metallic blue eyes angrily, and slapped the coffee table in front of him with a slap.

Osamu Dazai didn't respond. The Coke bottle I put next to me shook, and it was about to fall off the coffee table. At this moment, as if out of conditioned reflex, Nakahara reached out his hand and grabbed it. Take the Coke bottle and straighten it.

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