Incorrect usage guidelines for the magic perimeter

"Why are you jealous, Dazai?"

"Yao-chan, you have asked me this question yourself, so how can I pretend to be generous and answer 'I won't be jealous'!"

"...Why not?" Shibukawa Yao said suspiciously, "I have no intention of cheating on you, I just want to meet your friend."

Dazai became even more annoyed, like a child unwilling to share his beloved treasure with others: "Naka ​​is not my friend!"

Shibukawa Yoshi understood something wrong, she showed a suddenly realized expression: "So you think so, as if you insisted that I am not your friend at the beginning, right? Wait, so...Mr. Nakaya is me rival in love?!"

"..." Osamu Dazai stared at her dumbfounded, completely unable to understand why he came to such a conclusion as if he had seen a ghost.

At this time Shibukawa Yao still had a big brain hole and couldn't stop at all.

What a shock!Why is she still on guard against other men robbing her husband even though she is already married!

No, Mr. Nakaya has no lower limit of morality, so he won't be able to pry her into the corner... But if the identities of the two are reversed, Shibukawa Yoshi believes that Osamu Dazai is completely capable of "hooking up with Chuya's wife" .

It's so sad, in order not to be crushed by the sudden green hat at that time, I might as well act first and divorce Dazai first...

"Stop, stop! Stop thinking about it!" Dazai waved his hands in front of her in panic, forcefully bringing her back to his senses, "You just said what was on your mind!"

"What?" Shibukawa Yoshi's cat-mao look was surprised, and she didn't know whether she was surprised by "unconsciously speaking what was in her heart" or "Dazai looked more panicked than herself".

"Yao——chan—!" the black-haired man hugged her ghostly and howled, rubbing his head against her face, "We have been married for less than half a year! Why are you thinking of getting a divorce! Very well-behaved, commutes on time, never arrives late or leaves early, and usually restrains her thoughts of dying for love!"

Nonsense, you were hanging yourself just now.

"But Kunikida-kun just called me yesterday, and said that when I need your help, I can't find anyone?"

"That's because Uncle Mu made a French dinner last night! Of course I sneaked back to eat early!" Dazai said confidently.

So Shibukawa Yao had no choice but to comfort the other party while rubbing his hair, but what he was thinking in his heart was why this dog man's clinginess index doubled even more straightly after he got married?If this continues, she can write a book called "Life Manual for Conjoined Twins"...

All in all, Dazai finally agreed to help her contact Nakahara Nakaya and come out to talk, but he asked himself to be an observer at the scene.

"It's not that I don't trust you! It's just that Chuya has been trying to poach me, especially after I get married...but I won't give that slug such a good chance!" He clenched his fist and swore , a heroic look to defend sovereignty.

Shibukawa Yoshi really wants to complain, please don't always look at others with your own eyes, but she is too lazy to say, if she complains because of such a trivial matter, she probably won't have to do anything all day long, just concentrate on complaining about Dazai Ji is busy enough.

So that night.

The brown-haired man in a black coat reluctantly pushed open the door of the bar.

After meeting and sitting down, he first nodded politely to Shibukawa Yao as a greeting, and then immediately glared at Osamu Dazai who was sitting on the other side of the table like a face: "Why are you looking for me all of a sudden? Are you finally going to die?"

"Don't worry, on that day, I will blow up all the cars in your garage in advance as a last gift." Dazai was almost lazily leaning on the chair, holding iced whiskey in one hand, and pointing at the other hand. Shibukawa Yao, "In fact, she wants to see you, or do you think I really want to come?"

Hearing this, Nakahara Chuya looked a little surprised, but he still asked, "What advice does Miss Shibukawa have?"

Shibukawa Yao picked up a box at hand and put it on the table.The eyes of the port mafia cadre instantly became very sharp.

But the girl didn't try to tease the other party's sensitive nerves, but let go of her hands and sat back to her original position, smiling all over her face: "Actually, I have something I want to ask Mr. Chuya for help—may I ask you to send some people to help me?" Is it a game beta?"

"Huh?! Are you kidding me!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also never expected to get such an answer, and immediately he couldn't help reaching out to open the box, and found a game card and a brand new virtual reality game helmet inside.

...Mom, are you serious?

He couldn't help frowning: "What do you mean?"

Shibukawa Yao began to explain to him what kind of game this is. Participants can not only experience the exotic customs of the Middle Ages, but also learn foreign languages ​​and cultures, and even play happily in it and exercise various skills. Cold weapons and fighting skills... The most important thing is that 3 hours of internal study is equivalent to 1 hour of external study-it's as cool as two hours of free prostitution!

Zhong Yuanzhong also really believed after being fooled by her madly: "It sounds pretty good, but why don't you go to a professional studio to help test it?"

"There are also searches over there, but we still hope that the number of internal testers will be universal. If all the money is spent..." Shibukawa Yao said with a smile, "I hope to invest this money in the early stage Propaganda."

"I understand, it's not a bad idea to try it." Nakahara Nakaya pondered, "However, I'm just helping you make a private promotion within the organization, and I won't force others to play games."

"Of course, Mr. Chuya, it's enough that you are willing to help!" Shibukawa Yao immediately complimented.

After accidentally spotting Dazai's eyes that suddenly became unhappy, Chuya asked with some satisfaction, "How many people do you need for the internal test?"

"one thousand."

"...I don't want to be asked by the boss to talk to me because of a game that hasn't been released yet."

"Then five hundred?"

"Too much, too much." Zhong also frowned, "We are the port mafia, not some special game studio!"

Shibukawa Yao and Dazai, who seemed to be in a daze after drinking, looked at each other, thinking in his heart that the estimated number of people before leaving the door was correct...

"Then 300 people."

Seeing that he still wanted to refuse, Shibukawa Yao quickly added, "It really can't be less! Moreover, all game cassettes and helmets are rented to you for free, and you will still have to recycle them later. If you are really working If you are too busy to play, you can give things to your family members and ask them to help you evaluate, but you must pay attention to confidentiality matters."

"...Okay, just send the things to the port mafia within this week." Zhongyuan Zhong also sighed heavily, and glanced at his former partner who kept silent to interrupt the negotiation, "You don't want to say something what?"

"Of course I have something to say, but I won't continue until Yao-chan has finished talking about her." Osamu Dazai put down his glass with a playful smile, straightened up and moved forward, "Hey, slug, you have the Vongola family channel of communication."

——The Pengo Lie family, a first-class veteran mafia family in Italy, has a long history of ten leaders.

As a core member of the Japanese port mafia organization, even if Zhong Yuanzhong has never dealt with the other party, he must still have the most basic contact information.

Therefore, Zhong was also stunned, but because he had never played the game itself, he didn't quite understand the meaning of Dazai Osamu's words for the time being, "Bastard Qingma, couldn't you contact their outside consultant by yourself? You wouldn't be able to reach the armed detective After the society, you lost your memory so much that you even forgot all your previous contacts, right?"

"Hehe, this is not the same." Dazai casually played with the wine glass in his hand, and the ice cubes made a crisp collision sound at the bottom of the glass, "After all, for Pengo Lie, the ordinary man Dazai Osamu of the Armed Detective Agency Contacting in name is not as important as contacting in name of 'Chuya Nakahara, one of the cadres of the port mafia'."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the black-haired man in shock for a few seconds, and then he was furious: "Asshole! Don't forget that you defected back then! Do you still want to use the banner of the port mafia to make trouble?"

"...I will never forget this matter." Dazai's eyes became extremely deep at this moment, but in the next second, he felt Shibukawa Yasuke calmly holding the other hand that he put under the table. The temperature in the palm of his hand eased his complexion a lot.

"Besides, what I'm talking about is not the signboard of the port mafia, but the flag of your Central Plains Chuya~"

To actually say things like taking advantage of others in front of your face... Zhong Ye's face was livid with anger, "Get out, Lao Tzu!"

Osamu Dazai chuckled indifferently, held the girl's hand tightly and stood up, "Let's go Yao-chan, anyway, someone will pay for us."

Shibukawa Yao seemed unaware of the open and secret struggle between them, and nodded to Nakahara Chuya with a smile: "I'll leave the matter to you, Mr. Nakaya."

——I don't know whether what she said refers to her own affairs or Dazai's affairs.

The brown-haired man lowered his head and pressed his hat, and said coldly, "Walk slowly."

In this awkward and delicate atmosphere, the two walked out of the bar entrance as if nothing had happened.Then they walked slowly back.

It wasn't until he walked a distance that far away from the bar a street, that Shibukawa Yo looked up at her husband who was obviously distracted.

"Honey?" she said, "what are you thinking?"

Dazai came back to his senses, pretending to be innocent, smiled and hugged her, "It's nothing."

Shibukawa Yao stared at his smiling face for a moment, but in the end, he didn't pierce his heart, but smiled softly: "Thank you for your help just now."

However, the black-haired man started to play dumb again: "Huh? Help? What did I help?"

"... Chih, it's nothing."

"Yao-chan, you are lying."

"Aren't you too?" Shibukawa Yao said tolerantly, "Don't think I can't see it, you idiot."

So Osamu Dazai smiled and stopped talking, but lowered his head and kissed her cheek.

The girl squinted her eyes and calmly accepted the intimacy from her lover, and then said: "Go home?"

"Okay... When we pass by the supermarket, can we go in and buy some canned crab meat?"

"sure."

"Yeah! Yao-chan is the best!"

The author has something to say: Yaowan saw that Dazai was sad because he also mentioned the defection in the movie, which made him think of Oda, but since the other party didn't want to talk about it, she chose not to pursue it tolerantly; as for Dazai, he also secretly paid attention to the studio Therefore, I feel that the games about Italy can be helped by the Italians. I deliberately don’t want to admit that I have contributed to it but I hope to be praised by the pill... In short, it is mutual consideration.