hat and bandage

In the early morning of Saturday, the morning sun slowly rises at dawn, and the melodious chirping of insects and birds symbolizes the official start of a new day.

Teacher's Apartment in Shizuoka City, Japan.

Accompanied by the sound of fried eggs in the kitchen, a scent slowly permeated the small suite.

Nakahara also tied his slightly long curly hair into a small ponytail. He was wearing a white low-necked T-shirt, black trousers, and an apron around his waist. He skillfully held the pan and shook it slightly to avoid Scramble the eggs.

The toaster at the side just made a beeping sound, and two pieces of warm toast were spit out. Chuya looked up and poured the fried eggs to the side with non-stop movements. Then take out the toast with one hand and put it aside,

"By the way, there seems to be bacon in the refrigerator..."

The orange-haired young man murmured to himself and pulled open the refrigerator, struggling to dig out a box of pathetic bacon slices from the corner of the refrigerator filled with a pile of messy things bought by Dazai in just a few days.

Take out a portion for two people, and use the canine teeth to tear a hole on the edge of the sealed bag. With the little bit of oil left over from the fried eggs just now, Zhong also uses chopsticks to hold two slices of bacon, and carefully puts it in for frying.

When the bacon was crispy, the orange-haired youth picked up a plate and separated them, then let out a breath and put down the chopsticks.

After washing his hands, the orange-haired young man untied the apron around his waist and hung it back on the wall. Then he picked up two plates of freshly made Western-style breakfast and went to the dining table to put them away.

"Huh, it's done, next is—"

Zhongyuan Zhongye's beautiful blue eyes turned to look at the clock, and the pointer was exactly pointing to seven o'clock.

"Hey Dazai, wake up."

He pushed open the door of the room without knocking, and the air conditioner inside was fully turned on, and it was so cold that he shivered when he first entered.On the bed, the soft quilt was rolled into a ball, so tightly covered that even the head was not exposed.

Osamu Dazai moaned and moved in the quilt, and then there was no movement in the next second.

Zhong also ignored him, walked to the table by himself, untied the tied ponytail, threw the hair rope in the drawer, smoothed his hair a little, and went to the closet to look for the coat he was going to wear today.

He picked out a dark green jacket and put it on. The choker was also placed around his neck, but he didn't wear the black hat. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

"Hey, I'm going out. Breakfast is ready and put on the table. If you don't get up now, remember to heat it in the microwave before eating."

Hearing these words, Osamu Dazai finally poked his head out of the bed in a ball.

"Zhongye—I'm going too!" He dragged his voice in a coquettish tone.

"No, didn't you agree before?" Zhong also blinked his blue eyes, raised his jaw slightly, and looked back: "I will bring you to the party tonight, so don't come here this morning to make trouble for me."

Osamu Dazai let out an aggrieved whimper, and slammed his head into the pillow.

Nakahara Chuya and his new disciple Liri Ochako discussed the time of the special training before the sports festival, and it was set at [-] o'clock in the morning on Saturday and lasted until [-] o'clock in the afternoon. Osamu Dazai originally wanted to go with him ——Are you kidding, how could Chuya be alone with a little girl for a whole day!

However, it never occurred to Chuya to have a party at night.

Zhongye’s welcome party, the busy work of the sports festival has basically ended today, so Teacher Midnight took the lead and organized a group of adult teachers to go to the KTV bar to drink and sing together. The invitation letter was still boring that day and followed Zhongye to school. Turned out on the shorty's desk.

It's obviously a reunion after a long absence, and it's fine that they can't go out to play on work days, so why should their weekends that should belong to them be encroached on!

Let's talk about the two-person world between him and Zhongye!

Osamu Dazai was reluctant and clamored to go together.

Dates (bushi) with girls during the day are fine, but drinking at night is definitely not allowed.

Chuya downed his drink in less than two glasses, blushing and talking drunk, the most important thing is that he can only talk about his own name (even if he is just scolding Dazai), super cute, so cute that he doesn't want to give it to him at all. Others look at it, and if Zhong Ye drinks a few more glasses, he will probably sleep outside directly, fight for wine?I can't afford it at all.

Put the drunken dwarf outside, and there is an eighteen forbidden female hero present, Dazai Osamu... Dazai Osamu will follow even if he climbs, and it is impossible to compromise even if he dies!

So after arguing for a long time, I found that Zhongye, who couldn't shirk it, could only agree with Dazai with a big face: he can take him to the party at night, but Dazai is not allowed to interfere with his and Ochako's training during the day—don't think that Zhongye Didn't notice Dazai's rejection of his new disciple.

This possessive bastard who is more childish than a little devil.

"I'm going out, you remember to clean the bowls and pans after breakfast later."

The orange-haired young man put on his coat, pocketed the motorcycle keys he ordered not long ago, waved his other hand casually, and the door closed softly with a bang.

The room was silent for a few minutes.

Swah——

The man who was quietly rolling into a quilt ball on the bed suddenly lifted the quilt, picked up the mobile phone next to the bed and frantically pressed something, then a hint of trepidation flashed through his kite-colored eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up humming.

"Stupid little man, I knew you'd be wearing that coat, it was a good guess."

The black-haired man hummed a tune and looked at the red dot on the phone screen, his eyes bent into a crescent moon.

The patch-type tracker was quietly pasted on the inside of Zhongya's coat, which is still not easy to touch on the back.

Chuya was still the same as before, not vigilant at all about the important companions around him.

Although he knows Dazai Osamu's virtues, he still has no defense against him in his daily life.

"The little guy is riding his new motorcycle, tsk, he actually took other little girls for a ride, I haven't ridden on Zhongye's new motorcycle yet... I have to hurry up and follow."

Dazai muttered sourly, got out of bed and hurried to get his windbreaker, after changing it, he seemed to remember something, and made a bitter face:

"Ah, I have to do the dishes first."

Chuya hates washing dishes the most, but on the contrary, he likes cooking. This also leads to the fact that Nakahara Chuya is generally in charge of the kitchen, and Osamu Dazai, who is only in charge of eating and drinking, has to contract the important task of washing dishes.

Although Osamu Dazai doesn't like washing dishes, but he is quite keen on this daily life like a normal couple.

——In this way, little by little, the two of them live their lives inseparable.

So no matter how anxious he was, Osamu Dazai obediently finished the breakfast prepared by his little man, cleaned the dishes seriously, and then hurried out the door.

It took a while to finish the housework, he quietly passed the tracker, took a taxi and followed.

……

The engine of the newly customized black locomotive roared, and the young man riding on top was dressed in normal clothes without any protective measures, rushing past like a black lightning.

When he entered the center of the city, in order not to affect the citizens, he slowed down, and stopped at the destination 10 minutes before the agreed time.

"That...is Master Chuya?"

Liri Yuchazi's hesitant voice came from behind, Zhong Yuanzhong was also slightly taken aback, turned around, and happened to see the little girl in sportswear.

"Hey... you're already here? I thought I was early enough."

Chuuya blinked his blue eyes in surprise, took out his phone to confirm the time again, showed a handsome smile for a while, and said in a mature and steady voice, "I'm sorry, Ochako, for keeping you waiting."

"No, no, I'm too excited to come early."

Yuchazi blushed nervously, ran over quickly, and was caught off guard by the helmet thrown by Chuya.

"Take it, I'll take you." Zhong Ye pointed back at the back seat of the scooter, and seeing Yuchazi standing still, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Huh? No... I'm just a little scared."

Ochako clenched her fists and said, her eyes were shining brightly on the face of the orange-haired youth:

"Because I usually see Master Zhongya wearing a suit at school, and he looks more mature and stable. Now that he has changed into a regular suit, he seems to be about my age, and he is much more friendly."

Ochako has a bright and lovely smile:

"And when he appeared on the stage, he was like the heroine in a TV series. He was so handsome that his heart skipped a beat."

"Huh?" Zhongyuan Zhong was also caught off guard by the straight ball's praise, he was stunned for a while, his ears were blushed, he coughed lightly, a little embarrassed, but he smiled crisply and heartily after regaining consciousness up:

"Is this a compliment to me?"

Yuchazi smiled and replied seriously: "Tell the truth!"

"Ochako, you are really direct... It makes me feel a little bit embarrassed."

Zhong also shrugged, the redness at the base of his ears hadn't dissipated, he just looked away deliberately, and changed the subject abruptly: "Okay, let's get in the car, I'll take you there, by the way, have you had breakfast?"

"Well, I already ate it."

Ochako carefully climbed onto Nakaya’s brand new motorcycle with some novelty and excitement. The handsome heavy motorcycle that is cold, heavy and full of masculine charm is almost every teenager’s dream. For the girl Ochako, it is also a novel existence .

"Then let's go... If you are afraid, you can hug my waist, I won't drive too fast."

The orange-haired young man said in a patient and gentle tone, Liri blinked her eyes, gave a small hum, with a helmet on her head, and carefully wrapped her arms around the waist of the young man in front of her.

Wow... Master's waist is super thin.

……

Nakaya started the engine directly and walked along the road at a much slower speed than before.

On the side of the road, an ordinary hotel.

A little guy with a baby appearance, but wearing a black suit, a black hat, and a yellow pacifier on his chest, holding a strange green telescope in his hand, stepping on the table, standing between the gaps in the curtains , quietly staring outside.

It wasn't until Zhongyuan Zhongya and Liri driving the locomotive faded away that the little baby in the black suit put down the binoculars in his hand thoughtfully, and blinked his dark eyes like black peas.

"Li Baoen - I packed it up, shall I go now? Huh? What are you looking at?"

The 14-year-old boy with brown hedgehog hair was carrying a large bag of luggage in his hand. He was obviously weak and lacked sleep. He forced his head out from the door and looked at the little baby who was still indoors.

The little guy named Liboen turned his head, and the green telescope in his hand suddenly turned into a little chameleon, crawling along the baby's body to the hat.

"I saw an unexpected acquaintance."

"An acquaintance of Li Baoen?" The hedgehog-haired boy was taken aback for a moment, then shuddered suddenly, his expression distorted: "Could it be Peng Lie's again..."

"No." Li Baoen jumped lightly and landed on the young man's head, his tone was calm: "I saw a former assassination target."

"It's fine if it's not Pengo Lie, it turned out to be the target of the assassination... Eh? Eh? The target of the assassination—?!"

The boy let out an exclamation, and the luggage in his hand fell down in shock.

"Is he he he alive—?"

"Of course I'm still alive. That's one of the few assassinations I failed."

Li Baoen clicked his tongue and seemed to be in a very unhappy mood when he mentioned this.

On the contrary, the young man with the hedgehog head looked terrified.

real or fake?How could anyone survive the assassination by Bowen, the devil slayer teacher!?

How holy is that!