Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

Koenji sat down, and then Osamu Dazai stood up.She got up and wanted to run.

"You don't want to see me that much?"

"Because you have hot eyes." She replied without hesitation.Osamu Dazai pulled out his mobile phone on the spot and dialed the emergency dial button.

Nakajima Atsushi, who had finally sent Editor Gao He away, rang in the pocket of Atsushi, making people frantic.The teacher on the other end of the phone lowered his voice and shouted: "I met No.1 on the list I hate the most. Dun, you can only deal with him."

With years of experience in getting along, Atsushi Nakajima read the true meaning of the other party's heart at this moment.

[I can't get him, you help me get him. ]

But it's actually No.1... When I met Yagi-san some time ago, he was still wondering who the teacher hates the most.

How did she encounter this when she went to the street?

At the teacher's urging, Atsushi Nakajima hurried out.

Fortunately, the mobile phone has a location.he sighed.Otherwise, there is no way to find out where the teacher is.

Just as Atsushi Nakajima rushed there, Koyanji was in low pressure.He didn't think there was anything wrong with his figure at all, All Might looked less Japanese than him.He is an out-and-out American giant, he is just stronger than ordinary people.

What's wrong with liking muscles?

Osamu Dazai crossed his chest, "Well, to be honest, I don't think there is any need to meet again. It's over." She tilted her head, trying to make her tone sound like a calm person speaking.

She hates dealing with emotional entanglements.

"Jiao Dong is 15 years old, and he went to Xiongying this year." Hong Yansi changed the subject, trying to play the family card to make the other party change their minds.

"I thought you knew what I meant when I put him at your door 15 years ago." Osamu Dazai pulled his lips, "His surname is Hong, his personality is flame, and his red hair is red." Every They all inherited the characteristics of Hong Yansi, who could tell that the child named Hong Jiaodong had something to do with her.

"And the white hair of the Tsushima family, Bing's personality."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't inherit those things." Osamu Dazai sneered, wrapping a curl of hair around his fingers.She felt the conversation was fruitless and a waste of time.

Most of the Tsushima family's children have white hair and ice-like personalities.Hong Yansi remembered seeing the youngest daughter of the Tsushima family—Xuzhi’s younger sister—Tsushima Leng many years ago, she was such a beauty.

But Xiu Zhi was different from her.

Koyanji's eyes flicked across the black hair and dark brown pupils; her personality had nothing to do with Bing either.

"Since you pay attention to him, you should know how much he longs to see you."

"Want to see me? How much emotion do you think a boy who has never seen his mother would feel for a woman like him?"

"At least beyond the will to see me."

"Because you are not a father material at all." Her teeth were sharp, piercing the gap between words like a needle, "I think...you must alienate him, so that this poor little boy can only Pin your longing for love on a mother you have never met."

"I have my rules. How to teach children is different for everyone." He originally wanted to make peace, but Osamu Dazai always said something that made people angry. "Also, don't use such a vitriolic face."

Osamu Dazai ignored him, and continued talking to himself.

"Love is just something that tricks little boys and fills their brains with crap." She looked so arrogant when she said it, every trace of arrogance crept up her spine and finally spread in the that face.

Her youthful face.

Passers-by will think that this is a father and daughter who are arguing.

15 years ago, Koenji was 23 years old, and Shuji Tsushima was 23 years old.

Fifteen years later, Koenji was almost 15 years old, and Shuji Tsushima was 40 years old.

She still has that pervertedly beautiful skin.The memory of that conversation many years ago became vivid in my mind.

"What would you think if you went to your grave and I was still young?"

At that time, he thought, Xiu Zhi's brain is broken.

The woman's posturing appearance made him miss the straightforward appearance in the past for no reason.To put it bluntly, it is called frankness, and to put it bluntly, it is called barbaric and defiant.She is like a wild cat that has run out of nowhere, arching her body and stretching out her claws.Claws scratch people.

Hiroshi decided to change the subject.

"I've read your novels. I never knew you were so accomplished in literature."

"There are so many things you don't know. It's like you never knew I had a bottle of red wine in my closet."

"..."

Osamu Dazai consciously ended the topic of straight men.

She is still waiting.

"Teacher!" The white-haired boy looked around the street and finally found Osamu Dazai.At the same time, he also discovered the fiery red.

His tone took a turn, and it became strangely weaker.

Hell, was the teacher found by the debt collector?Thinking about it this way, Nakajima Atsushi didn't want to get close to the other party anymore.After all, he is so pitiful, helpless and weak, compared to that giant red-haired man, he is like a small wild chrysanthemum that is easily blown by the wind.

Atsushi Nakajima tried to communicate with each other with eyes.

[Teacher, I really can't handle this. ]

[you.Give me.fuck him. ] The other party ordered.

gray hair.

Koyanji looked at the boy trotting over with that kind of complicated gaze, some unknown gleams flickered in his bluish eyes.

gray hair.

The white hair of the Tsushima family.

Atsushi Nakajima's back was covered with cold sweat, but under the persecution of the unscrupulous teacher, he still walked over slowly.

What's next for him?Atsushi Nakajima only felt a hundred question marks jumping over his head.

"This gentleman—" He was halfway through the sentence when the red-haired man stood up.The huge shadow cast by the opponent's huge figure completely covered him.

Teacher, I really can't handle it.

Hong Yansi looked at him condescendingly, flapping his lips lightly.

"This kid looks a lot like you."

Atsushi Nakajima was confused.

"Me?" He asked a question word.

"You must be dreaming." After hearing this, Osamu Dazai wondered if this person's brain was broken.There was obvious distaste on her face, and the combination of eyebrows, nose, and lips was irritating.

When Hong Yansi decided on something, no matter how powerful the external factors were, he would basically not change his mind.

"You never told me about it, he needs a brother too."

"I haven't seen you for many years, but now you have more and more holes in your mind. I'm admitting defeat." Osamu Dazai found that the whole conversation was out of her control.The reason is because the other party has grown his brain on his muscles.

"Also, please stop your bad fantasies."

Maybe it was the white hair that made the other party mistaken.

Osamu Dazai showed an annoying smirk, "Goodbye."

She approached her assistant, lowered her voice and said to him, "I taught you not to talk to fools."

"Teacher, your voice is too loud..."

Hong Yansi understood that the other party did it on purpose.Over the years, she really did not change.

"I've been waiting for many years, it doesn't matter if I wait a little longer." When the figures of the two got further and further away, the middle-aged man said in a low voice.

"Then you just wait forever." Osamu Dazai didn't turn his head, and then bit his ears with his little assistant.

"Teacher, he is—that gentleman looks familiar to you."

"You have to learn to see the essence through the phenomenon," Dazai Osamu stroked his soft white hair, "We have enmity."

"But I think the two of you seemed to be talking about personal issues just now. About personal emotional issues." Judging from his familiarity with the teacher, he was definitely the one the teacher dumped first.Then, he thought of the other party's phrase "he also needs a brother".

"Teacher, does that gentleman recognize me?" He vaguely felt that the relationship between the two was not as simple as the teacher said.

——Although the teacher usually speaks a lie.

Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue, "Don't memorize so many things that shouldn't be memorized." With Atsushi Nakajima's scream, she took out the wallet from the boy's pocket.

"I have business to do, you can go home by yourself." There was no superfluous expression on her face, she really looked serious with clothes going to business.

Atsushi Nakajima saw through the opponent's attempt at a glance.

"Teacher, drinking too much alcohol is not good for your health." In his memory, whenever he encountered troubles, the teacher would go to drink to relieve his worries.

Hasn't she heard that it's even worse to drink away your sorrows?

"Every child knows something." She patted the boy's head vigorously, "Don't forget to make dinner."

Osamu Dazai staggered away with the strap on his wallet.

Nakajima Atsushi stayed in place for a while, thinking about something he couldn't figure out just now.

Since he hates the other party's words so much, why does the teacher have to talk to him for so long?

He really couldn't figure it out.Or maybe the teacher spoke well, what does every child know.

Atsushi Nakajima sighed and walked up the familiar path leading to No. 4 Holly Road.

Most of his wasted time was spent traveling back and forth.

Atsushi Nakajima lowered his head, thinking about what to cook tonight.

A slender shadow lay across his shadow on the ground; a straight line; cut off the two worlds.

The white-haired boy raised his head.

"Oh..." He tried his best to get his mind out of the night's menu, "Does classmate Hong also live near here?" The slender shadow belonged to his classmate, who is also from the Hero Department of Heroes - Class A student.

Hong Jiaodong looked at him silently, making Atsushi Nakajima flustered.

"Boom classmate?"

"I don't live here." A sentence popped out of the boy's mouth forcefully, and at the same time, his eyes enlarged as if stimulated. "I'm leaving." For some reason, his footsteps seemed a little flustered.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't understand why Hong Jiaodong, who was usually known for his indifference (the only person he communicated with was Lugu), would show such a strange gesture today.

Or is it that all people today have a strange personality and will become different from usual?

He shook his head, deciding that it would make more sense to think about the recipe.

Editor Gao He returned to his post in a daze.As a colleague for many years, editor Juchuan who knew his situation pretended to cry for him for a few seconds.

"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

"Shut up, don't you just learn two more lines of poetry than me." Editor Gao He glared at him angrily, "I tell you, if I can't survive, you can't end well either."

"You're avenging a personal revenge." Editor Juchuan shrugged indifferently, "Hey, do you think the boss will change someone—for example, me—to be in charge of Osamu Dazai, after all, your work efficiency is so poor, isn't it?"

"It's as if you're efficient at work." Editor Gao He tried to smash the shameless bastard who tried to embezzle his writers to death with the A4 manuscript with a knife in his hand.

The sound of an email distracted him from his computer.

From Mochizuki:

This is the teacher's manuscript for this month.I will definitely urge her next time!

Editor Gao He sobbed loudly.

"Why? Received a dismissal notice?"

Editor Gao He wiped his nose with a tissue, "I think I will treat Mochizuki-kun better in the future." After all, the grace of saving lives is here.

"He will definitely think that you have other plans-too bad there is a perverted uncle who is pestering me!" Editor Juchuan screamed in a baby-like false voice.

Editor Gao He: "...you get lost."

After obtaining the teacher's consent, Nakajima Atsushi sent "Wild Dogs" Chapter 1 in her folder to Editor Gao He via email.

But the teacher is actually a woman who has a manuscript.

It's amazing.

The author has something to say: /Tsushima furniture design, um, Hong Leng was turned into Tsushima Leng by me.The original work of Hong Dae is 45, and here it is only [-].

/I didn't expect you guys to be willing to kowtow my ghost cp, I'm so moved 噫噫噫噫.I don’t recommend Osamu Dazai who is substituting Bungou Stray Dogs... I don’t really like the one over there (.) This chapter is quite rascal... Just the image in "Autumn Wind" (is it this article).And every time I think of Dundun I think of Newt.

Dumbledore: You help me!

Newt: No, I can't really.

small theater:

Hong Yansi's inner os: I actually have a son!

Hong Jiaodong: I am going to send money to my brother

Atsushi Nakajima:? ? ?What? ? ?