hat and bandage

Although Nakahara Chuya is proficient in smoking, drinking, drag racing, and fighting, but the two items of whoring and gambling are really beyond the scope of his expertise.

Even so, Mr. Nakaya, who lost the bet, still dared to act boldly. He gritted his teeth and reluctantly put on a pretentious posture of the eight-character lady. The sharp canine teeth were exposed fiercely with the anger of the orange-haired youth. Later, he stuttered, his fair face was stained with a layer of blush, and he insisted on pronouncing the five words "Favorite Dazai" like a ghost asking for his life.

Ah, cute.

Osamu Dazai pressed the shutter button with a turbulent face.

"Asshole, delete the photo for me!"

Mr. Chuya immediately jumped up and rushed over.

"No~ This is my trophy. By the way, I still recorded—" Osamu Dazai made a childish face, got out of the sofa like a cunning eel, and played the recording casually. The phrase 'I like Dazai the most', which was also stiff and fierce, was played in a loop three times.

"Ah—don't play it anymore!!"

Zhongye's ears turned red.

Two big men in their twenties chased around the private room like kindergarten kiddos.

Dazai flashed his fingers and quickly uploaded the photos and recording data to the private database for backup. The whole movement was smooth and smooth, and he knew he was a repeat offender at a glance. Chuya kicked the man on the back suddenly, Dazai rushed to the street, Yokohama No. [-] The master of gymnastics immediately clamped the opponent's neck with two slender and powerful legs.

Chuya grabbed Dazai's arm and pulled it out: "Give me the phone!"

Dazai was still struggling on the ground: "Uh-uh-Chuya, my hand, my hand is about to break!"

"Are they really 22?"

Aizawa Shouta stared at the farce in front of him with his dead eyes wide open, the bottle of beer in his hand was already empty.

After being silent for a while, he questioned his soul.

It's as naive as a primary school student.

The original impression of Zhongya Nakahara looking young but very mature and reliable, and of Osamu Dazai having a deep mind that cannot be underestimated, all disappeared after the two childishly got into a ball.

"I think it's not bad."

Toshinori Yagi, or All Might, looked at Nakaya who was full of anger and even childish with satisfaction.

He was originally the one who was most wary of Zhongye in the Central Plains. When they met for the first time, Zhongye didn't have an extraordinary aura that made this famous hero think about it for a long time. Gradually let go of the responsible work attitude, and during the USJ incident, the other party rushed forward to fight and protect the students without hesitation, which filled the favor of this great hero. No matter how you look at it, Nakahara is indeed a Very good and reliable adults.

It's just that the appearance is too deceptive... He is even a little shorter than his disciple Midoriya Izuku, All Might who once regarded him as a minor... To be honest, he still can't help but think of him as a teenager .At this time, he was able to see the energetic side of the other party, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

Originally, 22 years old is not that old, and I have not yet graduated from a college student. How nice it is to be so noisy!

But Zhongyuan Zhong didn't feel good at all.

Bastard Dazai, bastard Dazai knows how to cheat himself.

He stomped on his man and snatched the phone over. He wanted to call up the photo album and delete that shameful photo, but he happened to see the interface that uploaded successfully.

"You fucking posted it on the Internet!?" Zhong Yuanzhong also looked confused.

"My private database." Osamu Dazai, who was stepped on the ground, smiled purely.

"Osamu Dazai!!!"

Zhong also wanted to hit someone again.

Ran and egg.

Without knowing Dazai's database password, there is no way for him to delete the uploaded backup.

"Say, how do you want to delete it?"

"As long as you win a game?" Dazai thought for a while, then pointed to the UNO on the table with a smile, "Anyway, according to the rules, as long as you win, you can order the losers at will. You just need to win, and then let me delete the photo. Is it okay?"

"Don't go back on your word...deal!"

Nakahara grabbed Dazai by the collar and dragged him back to the sofa to boost his morale.

He always wins once!

And it turns out.

... Central Plains really doesn't have the talent to play cards.

The weak, helpless and pitiful Mr. Nakaya is unprecedented... Well, to be precise, it should be that the routine was besieged by his colleagues.

He is obviously a conscientious and conscientious employee, handsome, hearty, rich and loyal, caring about the younger generation, getting along well with his colleagues, stable and reliable, obviously everyone he knows appreciates and respects each other very much, but——

What does it have to do with their teaming up and bullying each other?

It seems that Chuya's appearance of blowing hair aroused the interest of Mr. Midnight and the others. In the next card game, they joined forces and quietly besieged the only novice present. Mr. Chuya lost five games in a row with a blank face. , After being downed with three glasses of red wine and two bottles of beer, his face was already stained with the characteristic blush of drunkenness.

"Hmm..." Zhong Ye pursed his lower lip angrily, grabbed the cards, and made a slightly aggrieved and confused ending sound, the effect of alcohol seemed to be gradually taking hold.

"Zhongye? Zhongye?"

Dazai cautiously stretched out a finger, and poked the cheek of the dwarf next to him.

"what!"

Zhong Ye glared at him ferociously, with a mist in his blue eyes.

"Chuya, how much is this?" Dazai was not sure if the other party was drunk or not, tentatively stretched out two fingers and shook them.

Zhong also took a bite directly.

Dazai withdrew his hand quickly, the shorty's white teeth were not a joke.

"Don't test me there, I'm not drunk."

Nakaya dropped the card, seemed to have found a new target, reached out his hand again, blushed, and grabbed Dazai Osamu: "You bastard, mackerel, quickly delete the photo!"

"Oh, Chuya hasn't won yet."

Dazai blinked his eyes, stared at Chuya's misty blue eyes, and said in a cautious tone, "Would you like to admit defeat? Chuya."

"Stop asking me to bet and admit defeat, you guys are too embarrassed to say that you are willing to bet and admit defeat!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also exploded as if he had been poked at a sensitive point, cursing loudly.

"Who is cheating in the gambling game all day long! You, a gloomy mackerel, cheat every time you bet. Last time you agreed to draw lots and divide the work, give me the troublesome work. Mr. Ranpo passed with me, You guy actually dropped all the sticks!"

"The bandage is insane, hand over your phone, and I'll crush it for you, so you don't have to secretly take pictures of me in the corner all day... Don't think I don't know!"

"Speaking of which you skipped work for so many days, who did you lose your work to... Could it be Kunikida again, who skipped work all day and spent money recklessly, and even stole my card, let me tell you , This bastard skips work, and every time he throws a work report to me!"

"Idiot Dazai! Bastard Dazai! Dead mackerel! Ugh... idiot!"

Nakahara Nakahara grabbed the black-haired man by the collar and shook it crazily, Dazai was shaken out of the mosquito coil.

"Eh? Is Nakaya-kun drunk?"

Principal Nezu held a tray in his hand, on which were placed five glasses of strangely colored cocktails, and he bounced them over. He blinked his round black eyes, and stepped on the ground with his foot in the middle of the drunken maniac, obviously blushing He stepped on the sofa and lost his temper at Osamu Dazai, and there were only a few curse words in his mouth, and he scolded Dazai from the beginning to the end.

"It's kind of like a child at a time like this."

The headmaster laughed kindly.

"I'm not drunk, can I still have a few drinks!"

Nakahara Chuya let go, and let Dazai, who was dazzled by the starry eyes, land freely. His blue eyes were hard to focus and turned to stare at the white mouse in front of him. He paused, and stretched out his hand. He quickly picked up the cocktail sent by the principal and took a sip.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

boom.

The orange-haired youth fell down directly.

The head hit Dazai's chest directly, and he almost missed the dazai who hadn't gotten up yet.

"It's so heavy. Sure enough, Zhongye put all his IQ on his muscles? It's so small."

Dazai let out a muffled snort, and it took him a while to recover, he propped up his body, and with difficulty pulled the limp little dwarf into his arms and hugged him.

"Are you completely drunk?" He curiously stretched out his hands and pinched the cheeks that were still flushed with warmth.

"Hmm..." Mr. Mike also picked up a glass of the principal's special cocktail and took a sip. His face turned green in the next second. He took a few sips and wiped the corner of his mouth in shock, "What is this?" something!"

"It's a new type of cocktail specially made by the principal."

Principal Nezu blinked innocently.

"This taste is too subtle!" What kind of cocktail is this!

This is clearly poison, okay?

"Ms. Zhongyuan, are you okay?"

Midnight also took a sip, stuck out his tongue frantically, and looked at the little orange-haired gentleman who was collapsed in Dazai's arms with the same shocked expression.

Is this drunk or fainted by poison?

You dare to take a sip of this strangely colored cocktail, is Mr. Zhong Yuan so fierce! ?Or are you so drunk that you don't even realize it?

"Relax, you're still alive."

Aizawa Xiaota leaned his head over to take a look, and Nakahara was nestled in Dazai Osamu's arms, his face was flushed with drunkenness, and the frequency of body heaving was normal.

He even made a small, inconspicuous snort.

Couldn't be healthier.

Osamu Dazai took out a pen with great interest, drew a slug on Nakaya's face with a sinister smile, and took several photos at the end, with a bright smile and a brisk tone:

"I'm really looking forward to how I wake up tomorrow morning."

Aizawa Xiao looked at Nakahara's painted face inexplicably.

He inexplicably felt that tomorrow morning, he would be awakened by the unknown screams from the neighbor next door.

"..."

In short, it was a rare gathering among teachers. The headmaster poisoned several teachers with his cocktail with a kind smile. Aizawa Shota wiped his face and survived. The drinking capacity itself is amazing Osamu Dazai was also safe and sound, and happily went home with his little boy in his arms.

Now there is only one problem.

"Chuya is drunk! This means I can drive his new motorcycle!"

Dazai's eyes sparkled.

Hearing this, Aizawa kindly reminded him: "Motorcycle? Then be careful, Zhong Yuan is drunk, don't accidentally fall off."

"Speaking of which, do you know how to drive?"

"I don't know." Dazai hugged the unconscious Chuya, bouncing up and down to touch the car, "The car can drive, and such things as locomotives are only liked by Chuya, who has no taste."

"Ah!" Dazai suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, "Chuya is drunk, can I take him to the river to die in love? Or drive a car and rush into the river together..."

Aizawa Shouta:? ? ?

Hey, did he hear something weird enough to get caught in the ring?

finally.

Aizawa Shota tied the innocent-looking Dazai and the unconscious Chuya with arrest belts with a sullen face, and called Mike with a blank expression.

"Hey, you will drive the Zhongyuan car back later."

I was then in charge of dragging them both back to the apartment.

Aizawa Shouta: ...indifferent.

The author has something to say: there are only two or three chapters left before returning to Yokohama.

The matter of memory problems should also be brought up (meditation).

Zhongye is really a group favorite and a group bully, a special radio drama, everyone in Hong Kong and black has a close Mr. Zhongye, but he is not relentless when bullying him hhhh even so, he doesn't care at all, super warm senior Woolen cloth.