me, the protagonist

Yamabuki Sakura is a person who is very good at discovering the good points of others.

For example, now, she feels that her tutor is handsome and upright, with a good appearance of talent.

As for why not boast about others.

Sakura Yamabuki looked at the young man who had been swaying around since entering the classroom, and had no choice but to say: "That... teacher, the class bell has been ringing for 10 minutes."

Are they ready to start classes?

"It turns out that's so amazing." The handsome young man in a sand-colored long windbreaker stood by the window, raised his hands to cover the sun and looked at the dark tall buildings outside: "This is the first time I've seen the headquarters from this angle." What about the building?"

Hearing the student's reminder, he showed a bright smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Sakura is a high school student, right? What subjects do you want to study?"

There are about ten subjects in high school including sports music, and sports music is all assessed, so there are also people who specialize in tutoring for these subjects.

Sakura Yamabuki's seat was in the middle of the second row of the classroom.

Different from ordinary teachers, this tutor named Osamu Dazai kindly sat down on the chair in the front row of Sakura Yamabuki, put his chin on the back of the chair, and said with a smile: "First take out the textbooks that need supplementary subjects, Cherry sauce."

Most women are more or less touched when they see such a beautiful smile.

But the female high school student in front of him still stared at him solemnly, her pink eyes full of dignity.

Looking at each other, Osamu Dazai suddenly felt a little bad.

In the next second, the beautiful girl high school student took out textbooks from the desk and lined them up. Books from dozens of subjects filled the desk.

Sakura Yamabuki stood up and bowed at 90 degrees, closed her eyes cruelly and said loudly: "All, all! Please teach me a month's worth of all subjects! Please!"

all?

Osamu Dazai looked at the thick pile of textbooks on the table, his smile froze obviously.

Let him alone be responsible for the teaching load of ten subjects for one month.

This is not tutoring, it is clearly asking him to go to the construction site to move bricks.

"Uh, um, yes." Osamu Dazai's temperament changed, showing a melancholy smile: "Although teacher, my health is not very good, and I occasionally vomit blood, but if you take your time, ten subjects will also—"

He was about to pretend to cough twice to make the students feel ashamed and retreat.Yamabuki Sakura interrupted him: "There is no way to take it slowly,"

Sakura Yamabuki herself wanted to cry, and looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Teacher, I have eighteen days left for the exam."

"Holy light."

"It's the Holy Light."

Osamu Dazai's mind had an extremely short circuit for a moment.

He had noticed that Sakura Yamabuki's whole body was glowing all the time, which raised her already flawless beauty to a higher level, causing people to feel dazzling.

But how can this aura change?

In the last second, he even looked around at the angels with wings on their backs surrounding the girl, and white feathers and petals continuously falling from the air.

Even though the people around Dazai are all beautiful and have long been immune to looks, facing such a shocking scene, his brain still couldn't help but froze.

So it took him two seconds to react, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Sakura-chan means... I am alone, [-] days, and the teaching progress of [-] subjects in a month?"

The old scalpers who cultivated the land did not dare to do this.

Looking at the weak and handsome young man in front of her, Yamabuki Sakura was really ashamed to death.

She also knows that the workload of 800 yen an hour is outrageous, but she really can't afford more money.

Now the teaching period has been changed to tutoring, seven hours a day, a total of more than [-] yen for [-] days.She barely managed to make up this number after finishing all the novice tasks she could do, and she didn't even have money for meals.

"I'm sorry, teacher," Yamabuki Sakura apologized uncomfortably, "but I really need your help... After the part-time salary is paid, I will give you all as compensation, please help me this time!"

Her bright eyes were wet, like the early cherry blossoms in the rain and fog, which aroused people's love and a desire to fulfill all her wishes.

The moment they met, Osamu Dazai knew one thing: he couldn't refuse.

Before he had time to think, his body blurted out: "Yes."

"Really? That's great!" Yamabuki Sakura showed a smile from the heart, that kind of innocent beauty is rare in the world.

"Yeah, of course it's true," Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, revealing a deceptively gentle image, thinking inwardly that it was dangerous.

For a few seconds, he really took his lie as a sincere statement, inexplicably planning to take responsibility to help this ridiculously beautiful JK pass the exam.

Of course not.

Dazai said to himself.

Although he didn't intend to refuse verbally from the beginning, his purpose was just to enter this mysterious school to find out.

He had known earlier that an unknown building had appeared at the mafia headquarters at the port, and Sakura Yamabuki was wearing a uniform that didn't belong to any school in Yokohama all day long, which naturally attracted Dazai's attention.

Rather, he wondered why the blond mixed-race waiter in the coffee shop hadn't found out about it yet.

Dazai doesn't like clerical work very much, even his own tasks have to be delegated to others, so of course he won't work honestly here for eighteen days.

While teaching Yamabuki Sakura patiently, he made up his mind not to come tomorrow.

Can't do it, thanks.

Dazai Osamu's only two disciples are all men, so it is easier to teach.Talk about the truth first, and when it doesn't make sense, just get started and ask the other party to reflect on it.

He also has standards in choosing people, and he doesn't want dead wood that is difficult to teach.

For so many years, Dazai has been living comfortably as a mudslide in the teacher's world, until he met Sakura Yamabuki.

This is not tutoring at all, it is like teaching elementary school students how much 1+1 equals, reshaping people's worldview.

Osamu Dazai has never experienced this kind of hardship in his teaching career, but he can't knock people down just because Sakura Yamabuki can't find derivative functions, and say coldly, "If you can't do it next time, it will be three punches plus five. "Zhang paper", right?

Akutagawa Ryunosuke who was working nearby suddenly sneezed.

"I can't do it at all."

Dazai looked at Sakura Yamabuki who was earnestly calculating on the white paper, the calculation formula on the draft paper was also beautifully written, with long and curled eyelashes, and a tall and small nose tip.

Sensing the teacher's gaze, he raised his head and smiled obediently at him.

Smiling very sweetly.

Osamu Dazai's non-existent conscience ached.

Who can be cruel enough to beat this?Touching his conscience, he now feels guilty for lying.

……

conscience?

Osamu Dazai turned the pen absently, and when the ink was about to splash on Sakura Yamabuki's hair, she happened to scratch her cheek and brushed past the ink.

correct.

Dazai recalled that he had no conscience.

"very good."

Osamu Dazai happily decided.

He won't come tomorrow.

When school was over in the afternoon, this year turned into: He wouldn't come even if he was killed tomorrow.

Truth be told, went to Half-Life.

Atsushi Nakajima is an employee of the Armed Detective Agency.

Some work was not finished last night, so at seven o'clock in the morning, he arrived at the work place early.

Just as he was about to open the door, something soft was touched under his feet, and he heard a familiar scream.

Atsushi Nakajima retreated a few steps in a hurry, looked around nervously, and finally locked on the target: a "strip" of unknown objects lying on the ground.

The unidentified object twisted twice on the ground, "bang" from the top of the head with fluffy black hair, and said vaguely: "Dun Jun..."

Atsushi Nakajima was shocked: "Speak!"

"It's me," the head struggled out of the sleeping bag, showing a warm smile: "Dazai Acho, who is trusted by the citizens and all members of the detective agency—"

Osamu Dazai sneezed.

Nakajima showed an indescribable expression, bypassed Dazai on the ground, and opened the door of the administrative floor.

He took out a tissue to Dazai, and asked curiously, "Mr. Dazai didn't go back to the dormitory last night, did he just sleep here?"

"Because I'm too tired—" Dazai huddled in his sleeping bag, and said in a drawn out voice, "I did a lot of work yesterday, it was really—very hard."

"Mr. Dazai didn't show up at the detective agency yesterday." Atsushi Nakajima said with a bitter face, "Mr. Kunikida is very angry...Mr. Dazai will catch a cold if you continue to sleep here!"

Dazai had already closed his eyes comfortably, threw away the tissue ball in a very unqualified manner, and fell into the sleeping bag in slow motion: "Okay Dun-kun, I'm going to sleep for a while, teaching students is very hard—"

Dazai's voice suddenly disappeared.

"Mr. Dazai?" Atsushi Nakajima blinked hard in disbelief, and stretched out his hand to touch the space in front of him.

There was nothing there, and Dazai Osamu disappeared in front of him without warning.

Dazai, who was wrapped tightly in the sleeping bag, curled up into a ball happily in warmth.

That's right, one should sleep in a good life, and those who work hard to teach the beautiful girl JK three functions are mediocre and stupid.

(Toru Amuro, who was working in the cafe, sneezed.)

Osamu Dazai's absence at night was premeditated.

The first time he entered that strange high school, he went to the apartment building where Sakura Yamabuki lived according to the address on the recruitment notice.

The door of the apartment was unlocked, Dazai pushed lightly, and the room turned into a high school classroom, Sakura Yamabuki herself was already sitting inside.

Therefore, he speculated that the conditions for entering that high school may have something to do with opening and closing the door.

As long as he doesn't go back to the dormitory and sleeps at the door of the detective agency for one night, other staff members will come to open the door the next day, so he doesn't have to do it himself, and he doesn't have to move the bricks with an hourly salary of 800 yen.

Dazai found that when he was in close contact with Sakura Yamabuki, it was almost impossible to refuse any of her requests.But as the distance between the two increases, this suppressive force will gradually weaken.

This is also the reason why he was tossed so badly on the first day.

So if he doesn't go to see Sakura Yamabuki, he won't feel guilty, and of course he doesn't have to do coolies.

very perfect.

While Dazai was praising his wonderful deduction in his heart, he suddenly heard a girl timidly say:

"Teacher, you'll catch a cold if you sleep on the ground..."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up in shock in the dying state.

In front of her was a girl's face that was so beautiful that she was not like ordinary people. She smiled cautiously, and her pitiful look melted people's hearts.

The super beautiful girl put the tissue on her knees, embarrassed Dazai Osamu and flattered him:

"Teacher, it's been 10 minutes since class."

Can't refuse.

Osamu Dazai said with tears in his eyes, "Well, take out the textbook, Sakura-chan."

The author says:

System: The labor force you finally found can make you run away?

(Sakura sauce flatters Dazai because she is really sorry, but there is no other way