Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

This is a dialogue between youth and women that happened before the transfer of the base.

It was raining heavily, and every raindrop hit the window like a bullet.

A dark-haired young man was standing in a phone booth, talking to someone on the phone.

"Oh——that kind of thing, I don't care."

"When we meet—it doesn't matter."

"Whatever, whatever, I'm free anytime, anywhere."

It's just like Ah Jun in "The Paradox of Youth".Ajun is also full of "Me? Whatever." Even if you are married, even if you remarry, you still look the same.

With a strange tone in his mouth, Leah hummed a few words "happy suicide".He shook off his green crank phone—it was such a hassle to find a phone booth in the suburbs.

The rain outside was very urgent, clang clang clang clang.The rainy day brought too much shadow, and the ground was already muddy.The only path available for walking was flooded.A wet sparrow jumped from one end of the tree trunk to the other, and then went into the wrong house.

"It's so troublesome. I have to change again later." The young man blew a bubble, and then spat out the chewing gum he was chewing into the trash can beside him.The lid of the trash can was slammed down with a bang.

In fact, I don't quite understand why the trash cans on campus are always open.Many schools still use the kind of open-lid trash can-if it is time to clean up large garbage instead of cigarette butts and confetti.It's fine on a sunny day, but once it rains, the rainwater will overflow from the bottom of the trash can.The discarded garbage will emit all kinds of smells once soaked, as if someone caught a hundred bedbugs and threw them into the trash can.When the weather clears and the garbage disposal personnel come to take the garbage to the garbage disposal plant, they will say again: It's simply disgusting garbage.

In fact, wouldn't it be good to just put the lid on the trash can before the rainy day?

The young man's black boots stepped in the mud puddle, and a pile of mud splashed up and landed on the hem of the black windbreaker.The young man held an umbrella that only clowns would use in one hand, and deftly dialed the phone with the other free hand.

"Mochizuki-kun Mochizuki-kun! I'm going home~ The weather outside is terrible, my clothes are all, all soaked!"

Unlike before, the panting sound on the other end of the phone was extremely steady.

The youth stopped in the mud.There was a period of silence between the two parties.

"Oh, it's Ms. Dazai. I didn't catch it, please forgive me!" Then, the young man said in that brisk voice that wanted someone to hit him.

On the other side, Osamu Dazai stood at the highest point of the building, raindrops hitting the glass sky above her head.She was holding Nakajima's phone in her hand.

This woman dressed like a widow saw the devil-like smoke rising from the tall buildings in the distance. She flicked the ash on the ground and crushed the last cigarette butt with her feet.

"Msg Lai must be on his way back, why is it so easy to negotiate with Tianmu?" Tianmu is a criminal group they plan to absorb next.They themselves are gangsters, and their conduct is not much different from theirs.That kind of person can be hanged by giving some money, but it is also easy to betray.

The dark-haired youth started walking again.Every foot of his was in muddy water, and there was a thick layer of mud on his heels.

"It's mainly because the upper echelon of Tianmu is a bunch of idiots." The umbrella in the young man's hand turned in a circle.The clown above the umbrella with a snow-white face and bright red curved lips looked around in a strange posture.The golden plastic bags used as hair decorations kept being knocked off by the rain and bounced back.

——The price/performance ratio of this umbrella is quite low.Basically, it's not good-looking, it's not easy to use, and it's too expensive to die.

"That's right! I also tried to convince the Yazhai Society, but they doubt our sincerity."

The woman laughed twice, "You must be obstructing it, Leah. Zhisaki and Hachi turned around and told me after you left that you don't seem to be entirely on our side."

The young man looked coldly at the confused sky in the distance.

"That's absolutely wrong! Zhizaki-kun really doesn't trust me. I didn't expect that a person of this age would still tell lies like elementary school students and file a false certificate."

"Where is it?"

The female voice paused for a while.

"I have something to tell you. Please note that it is not negotiation, but domination." The woman said these words arrogantly.

The young man showed a playful expression.

"Eh?!"

It's just disgusting.Even a rotten apple is more beautiful than this man.

Osamu Dazai opened the glass door and stepped into the layers of rain.The rain fell along the curves of her body, and those dark skirts and windbreakers became wet in a few seconds.

There were anxious footsteps downstairs.

"Teacher? Have you seen my phone?"

"teacher?"

There are one hundred and thirteen steps.Thirteen is a very unlucky number.

Today is Friday, and Friday is not good at all.

The youth waits for the word of the woman.

Those cold words seemed to be piercing into his ears viciously.

"People-scum, don't shoot at our children." She laughed there again, "What I hate the most about you is that you are the same person as me." Same people-scum, same scum, "Hey If you don’t understand or pretend to understand, I won’t be able to chat with you so comfortably next time.” She lowered her eyes slightly, threatening the young man on the other end of the phone, but her expression was gentle and ambiguous, as if she was talking to you. Talk to your lover. "You guys, I know very well. The attitude of the game life. Ah, you have found the wrong person. Also, you don't need to come back now, the new task has been sent to your mobile phone."

Leia's lips turned outward.He showed hostile eyes.When the two of them see each other, they know that the other party is definitely the one they hate the most.

Because they were almost one: those wiles, those tricks, those poor jokes and the spider's web, the forelegs of the praying mantis.

If one day the world stipulates that one person must be killed, then they will naturally choose one.

Leah and Osamu Dazai.

"Hey——Miss Dazai, you are exploiting labor by doing this. Be careful, I will run away!" He immediately opened the mailbox and clicked on the encrypted email.

[bring sakura satsuma over here]

"This kind of task should be done verbally. Sending an email feels super troublesome."

Osamu Dazai sneered, "Turn off the recording, right?"

Leah turned off the phone screen.

"Miss Dazai is really good at joking."

"In order to prevent you from leaking our news, don't worry, we have set something on the email. Mr. Lea, please complete your task according to the content. Then, I hope that I will not receive your message today or even in the future." There's a call."

"Really ruthless."

She could hear every drop of rain falling.

"Well, let's do it like this." The black-haired young man finally walked to the side of the asphalt road, and the smelly mud and grass blades were still sticking to his shoes.

"Bye-bye-" He hung up the phone.

But he was caught on the spot.

Indigenous identity is really useful.

Leah thought for a while, and threw the shoes on his feet aside.His white socks stepped on the ground and were soaked by the dirty water in a short while.White turned black or something weird.

Ba Zhaihui is really good at making small reports.

Hmm... That guy—Orihara Rinya, seems to be selling some particularly sought-after information recently.Sure enough, it is more reliable to find a local intelligence dealer for this kind of thing.

He re-read the attachment of the email, which described the relevant situation of the task object-Sakura Mikan.

Sakura Mikan, female, 12 years old, ability is [Nullification] and [Steal].Those with complex personalities are silly and sweet, right?

Tsk, he was actually asked to break into the heavily guarded Alice Academy?This woman, Dazai, is completely oppressing him.

The youth then shredded the mail.

On the tall building, a beautiful woman stood in the rain, her clothes were completely soaked.Her hair was wet on both sides of her face, revealing the thin facial marks.

The white-haired boy finally climbed the one hundred and thirteen steps.A thin layer of sweat slipped across his palms.

He was afraid that the teacher would see the contents of his mobile phone, such as the chat records with classmate Hong, such as with Leah.He knew that the teacher had complicated emotions towards the former, but took a hostile attitude towards the latter.

He walked to the highest floor and saw the figure of a woman outside the glass.

She stood there without making a sound, but the air current called loneliness surrounded her.He didn't even say "I'm so lonely" - this feeling is all too familiar to him.

In "Disqualification in the World", Ye Zang felt the air current beside the criminal's wife.

Ordinary people cannot feel this from an ordinary person.

Nakajima took a deep breath.

"Teacher, come in quickly. It's raining heavily."

By the time Nakajima returned to the rented house—he had moved out of the bar, and it was too sad to quarrel with Shikuraki every day (the other party unilaterally thought it was not)—it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.Today's rain was too heavy, causing the sky to look dim, and the street lights came on earlier than usual.

So is it light-controlled?For a while, he thought that the street lights next to the rented house had their time switches set in advance.But after all, there is such a thing as a photosensitive receptor...

There was a damp damp in the house, and Lea left the kitchen window open when she went out.A handful of green leaves were blown down on the chopping board by the wind and rain, and a row of dense raindrops were stained on the kitchen knife.

what happened?

Why don't you even turn off the TV?

Are you back?But there are no shoes at the door...

Ah, he saw it.a footprint.Hidden in the shadow under the sofa.

"Mr. Lea?" he called, but got no answer.

Nakajima began to search from the living room.He found a dirty windbreaker in the bathroom, and the mop was still stained with water—fortunately, he still remembered to mop the floor.And a pair of muddy socks.So are the shoes left outside?

He walked through a short corridor and accidentally bumped his arm against a bookcase beside him.The door of the bookcase was ajar.Isabel, who was on the cover of the book in the upper open cabinet, was looking at him with the ambiguous eyes of a lover.

Nakajima turned the book over.

The door under the bookcase rang twice.

here……?

Nakajima bent down and turned sideways, trying to face the light as much as possible.He slowly opened the cabinet door.

——The young man hugged himself in the bookcase in the shape of a baby, his slender figure squeezed, and then pressed tightly against the cold iron surfaces on all sides.

"Mr. Lea?" It was almost a whisper, a whisper.

The young man's face glowed with a faint blue color.

Nakajima stretched out his fingers to check the opponent's breath.

No.

It was that kind of fainting like death again.

But Nakajima is used to this happening.He simply sat down cross-legged, facing the young man's bluish face covered with scars, he took down the "Lover" piled aside by the other party.

Marguerite Duras thought, only the loved one knows how to love.

It's five o'clock.When it's six o'clock, he'll get up and cook a meal.

Today... I want to eat chazuke.

He thought of the smell of sour plums and the smell of tea.The face of the young man floated in front of his eyes.

The author has something to say: Please do you accept it?

[Boom and freeze]:

Because I feel that there is one person missing in the family, I feel that I have a spiritual disability.

When I went to Xiongying back then, I just decided that "if she is a professional hero, then her name might be on Xiongying's previous roster".

He didn't expect to meet that woman in that way: beautiful, youthful... cold as permafrost.

Hong Jiaodong thought that he might be suitable for living alone.

But...if she was alone, wouldn't that look too miserable?