As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

If I could turn back time, I would immediately go back and strangle that gibberish self.

What the hell am I thinking!What the hell am I talking about!

How can I talk about it when it's so important!

I can even feel the question mark that Zaizi slowly typed.

Saying something, my throat moved—I wanted to force myself to say something.

However, I didn't have the opportunity to organize the language again.

Zaizi stood up slowly, his figure taller than me was full of oppression—especially, I was still sitting, and for various reasons, I couldn't stand up at all.

Weak legs, you know what I mean?

I looked up at him, trying to force a smile to relieve the embarrassment of the atmosphere, but I didn't catch my breath, so I just let out a "huh".

I actually huh him? !

Zaizi looked more unpredictable, and the atmosphere around him froze at a very obvious speed - even visible to the naked eye, making it impossible to breathe.

... Yes, I can't breathe, I will "hehe" him, that is his own fault!

Convincing myself, I put my hand on my chin, making myself look like I'm in control.

"...Repeat again?" Zaizi smiled.jpg

I chose the latter between changing the rhetoric and standing firm on what I had already said.I also know very well that there is no point in stealing the truth.

I could only bite the bullet and call again, "Daddy."

Zaizi lifted my chin with his hand, clenched his two fingers, and then looked my face left and right, as if he was looking at something, and then raised his eyebrows in disgust.

"Tsk, don't use Chuya's face to make such an expression."

What's wrong with my expression?

Are you too nervous?

In order to alleviate my embarrassment, I have tried to empty my brain as much as possible. In order not to meet Zaizi's eyes, I dare not focus directly on his face.

Isn't that enough?

Could it be that I acted too dull and naive?

However, his way of expression should be regarded as... accepting my identity?

When I was thinking quickly, suddenly my jaw seemed to be electrocuted—not in a literary description, but in a physical sense, it was electrocuted.

It's not painful, but it's subtle.

I looked at Zaizi and found that he was rubbing his two fingers, frowning slightly and then stretching them out again, "It's interesting."

This time, I won't complain in my heart.

As far as the per capita riddle is concerned, I have long been mentally prepared.

I reached into Zaizi's clothes, trying to get the book back when his thoughts might be shifting.

As a result, Zaizi made a backhand buckle, and "Physical Skills" restrained my hand that wanted to control fate, "How can a partner of justice do such a sneaky thing?"

...Listen, is this the line you should say?

My surprise and question marks were quite obvious, but Zaizi was not ashamed at all.

He pinched my wrist and turned halfway to the side, guiding his strength towards the side of the bed. With the other hand, he grabbed the neck of the pillow and lifted it up.

This wave is called, I Pinch Myself.

"and this?"

I followed my own setting to think, so my current situation is that on my own bed, there is my parents' Shitu pillow...

Ah this—why suddenly it feels like I have entered the Haitang channel from the Jinjiang channel!

I swallowed, thinking about who would take the blame for me.

Take the blame...

That must be Zaizi himself, and whoever asks the embarrassing question will be responsible.

So I looked up and stared into Zaizi's eyes, conveying my intentions to him in the way of a riddle man.

--It's you.

It's the pillow you gave me—otherwise, who else could make Zaizi pose in such a awkward position?

If I am the son of the two blacks chosen by heaven, then my appearance here must be through time travel, who made me time travel?

It's slaughter.

Get it, this is not the script of Zaizi, but the script of Zaizi from another world—after all, as long as I hold the character design in my own hands, no matter how outrageous it is, there will be riddlers who can figure it out by themselves!

I firmly believe that only Dazai can stand against Dazai.

Of course, I believe that Zaizi can easily see lies, but what I expressed is not a lie when compared to the truth.The little brother who bought the pillow was also wearing some cos products in the store. Although it was messy, he did bring a fake fur of Zaizi.

I can complete time-traveling because of a pair of colored contact lenses, so he may also be able to time-travel because of a wig.

I convinced myself that I was stating the truth.

Even in Zaizi's eyes, my expression is impeccable.

"I bought it from—" I didn't continue, but hinted more firmly, and even blinked at Zaizi.

—from you.

"Huh?" Even Zaizi didn't expect me to answer like this.Just ask, who can sell their own "special" pillows to their children?

If the object of the accusation is myself, I will definitely be able to refute it firmly at once-I will not!But Zaizi seemed to have really thought about the possibility of doing this.

He is worthy of being the man who claims to be OOC no matter what he does with Wu Tiao Mao.

It's just a small matter of selling your own pictures.

Thinking about it, he took out the book that was supposed to be full of mosaics from his arms, and said with some difficulty: "I can't do this..."

I looked away and nodded with a very regretful expression.

That's right, you can only do your own private affairs in your boudoir.

His doubts about himself only lasted for a moment, and his gaffe was just a blink of an eye.

My "killer instinct" kicked in, and I realized that the moment he adjusted his state was my best chance to get back the notebook.

The adrenaline rush of facing Zaizi gave me great courage, and I rushed forward to snatch the book.

Although it is not easy to buy the notebook drawn by this wife, and although I brought this notebook from another world, there may be problems if it is destroyed, but after experiencing Zaizi’s death stare, I choose to take risks, I don't want to die anymore.

I must find a way to physically destroy it directly!

However, I obviously underestimated Zaizi's flexibility and his somewhat erratic force value.

Dazai · □□ Taijutsu middle and lower · but able to beat Akutagawa · and in the seventh episode of the first season of the anime No. 15 minutes and [-] seconds, he broke free from a strong man and landed handsomely from a high place. One attack.

I don't do anything, although I don't have the advantage of height, but I have the advantage of weight!

When a person's embarrassment reaches a certain level, he will break through some kind of barrier. As long as I tear my face, no one will let me continue to dig the floor with my feet.

I threw him directly on the bed. Although I lacked skills, I felt that my body should be stronger than Zaizi!

...Ow!

Zaizi's backhand was a scissors kick that didn't care much about the image. After unloading my hand, he turned over and pressed me on the bed.

Or my face down kind.

And there was Zaizi's pillow under me.

In the real version, the top and bottom are "male", or are the top and bottom the slaughter?

He clamped my arms from behind, with his knees on my waist.My waist is inherently sensitive. Every time my friend physically "persuaded" me to accompany him on location cosplays, I relied on this hand to tickle itchiness. I couldn't use my lower body at all.Even half of my body was a little numb, because Zaizi's right hand was cut backwards, and my left side was sore.

Is this a skilled player?

I was wrong in judgment.I just thought about Zaizi in the anime who was often beaten up, but I forgot how much power an otaku can have, how could I compare to this former mafia cadre.

In terms of ruthlessness alone, I can't be ruthless than him.

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It's really not worth the money if you steal the chicken.

I'll have to think about begging for mercy - before it gets any worse.

I absolutely, absolutely do not want to be questioned (tortured) in such a posture!

"Then now..." Osamu Dazai leaned down, I can imagine what kind of state it is now!

"Let's get started—adult time?"

What kind of words are tigers and wolves, especially in this posture!

My mouth trembled, words were about to break the lower limit, and suddenly there was a loud noise!

"boom!"

The door and the small door in the inner room were kicked away violently, and there was even a little smoke and dust in the room, accompanied by an iconic and slightly theatrical voice——

"Too-zai-"

No one has heard him before.

Nakaya's long legs with a vision of 1.8 meters stretched in first, my sight was blocked, and half of my face was still pressed against the pillow.

"You TM stole Laozi's card again..."

I obviously felt Zaizi's body stiffen behind me, and when I saw it in the middle, the atmosphere really dropped to freezing point.

Immediately, the Zaizi gene hidden in my body played an unprecedented role.

I forced myself to hold back two tears, turned my head to look at Zhongya with difficulty, and then softly, hesitated to speak——

"Hey—"