Mori Chef's self-cultivation

The advantage of making a pure and innocent person (cat?) for yourself in advance is that there is no need to ask, and the temporary breeder will take the initiative to solve his problems.

"I know you bastard is hiding in the corner watching the fun!"

The orange-haired boy, who was full of anger, kicked up reflexively, and kicked directly towards the face of his deadly enemy.

Just looking at the ferocious posture, no one can't help but sweat coldly for the party being beaten.

However, Osamu Dazai had already expected his movements, and now he dodged to the side with ease, making his attack almost miss the raised cuffs of the windbreaker, and instantly missed.

The physical skills that surpassed ordinary people made the pink-haired "girl" look sideways.

But whether compared to himself or Chuya Nakahara, who is good at martial arts, such basic fighting skills are obviously not enough. If he doesn't cooperate with enough flexible brain power, I'm afraid he will be KO in the first place.

The other party quickly proved with actions that Brain Pie was not a vegetarian.

"Chuya, don't feel guilty—"

The black-haired boy who accurately predicted every attack path of his mortal enemy was as light as a big black bird. He could not only dodge back and forth, but also open his mouth to draw hatred uninterruptedly: "Ah, is it possible that he is still in the first stage of pursuit? No, You don't even have the courage to express your affection to her, do you? Wow, it's so pitiful, even I'm going to cry because of it~"

"Don't, don't spread rumors casually, do you think everyone is as dishonest as you!" No matter whether Zhong Yuanzhong was really moved or not, but when he was slandered on the spot, his thin-skinned face immediately turned red, and he even made moves. He also lost his pace and became more and more disorganized.

Honest people are destined not to be able to play the heart pie.

Not to mention, he is not an ordinary innocent and gentleman, for fear of causing some bad misunderstandings to Kurihara Tsubasa, he has to look back at "her" from time to time, taking the time to defend himself in a panic.

"Ah, ah, don't listen to his nonsense!"

"This guy doesn't tell the truth at all! He's a liar who is used to talking!"

"Eh? Don't you think she's not pretty enough?"

The bad-hearted guy who created a loophole for him pretended to be surprised, and the one-sided iris eyes that were not covered by the bandage glanced not far away, and then clicked his tongue and said: "I really don't know who to sympathize with, love! liar~"

"you--!!!"

Gradually running out of words, the orange-haired boy almost turned into a bright red cloud of flames, and he didn't know which component was more angry or ashamed. In short, one couldn't help but doubt whether he would explode into a brilliant firework in the next second.

The other party, who was caught by the pun, was much calmer. He didn't know where to get two glasses of wine, and walked into the battlefield slowly with them.

The people in black suits who watched the infighting between the two cadres every day began to worry about "her".

——Look at that slender figure, if it is touched a little, it will shatter, right?

The black-haired boy who was in charge of initiating the battle jumped to Kurihara Tsuru's side without hesitation, and used him as a shield to enter the intermission mode.

"I'm just thirsty, so sweet~"

"Hey, what's the matter with you guy hiding behind a woman?!"

The Wudou faction had nowhere to vent their anger, and subconsciously raised the volume to yell at others, only to find that their dance partner shrank their necks, and immediately quieted down, muttering in embarrassment: "Hold, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... "

"I know that Mr. Zhongyuan is not that kind of person."

Bai (little) lotus (evil) flower (devil), who is also good at playing language games, quelled the situation with a single sentence, and supplemented by considerate service, brought the virtue (?) of domestic cats to the extreme.

"I just asked the staff here to bring over two drinks in advance. Would you like to moisten your throat first?"

"Hey - how can you use wine to soothe your throat, this thing will only get better and better." Before the person being cared for could say anything, the guy who was caring for free was the first to criticize, shaking the wine glass in his hand, Showing a subtle expression that seems to be a smile but not a smile.

Kurihara blinked his eyes, as if he was a little surprised that his kindness was questioned, and responded innocently: "But, tonight is a reception, there is no non-alcoholic drink for everyone here, and I can't help it Changed out of thin air..."

"The back kitchen should be able to boil water?"

A trick that is useful to others, but it can't fool Osamu Dazai at all, even if it sounds like finding fault for no reason, it is indeed the real situation.

He looked at the light golden liquid swaying in the glass, and the smile on his lips couldn't help but deepen a bit—sleeping pills or nerve paralysis drugs?After all, it is not poison, because the other party does not want to kill him.

His value is very high.

By comparison...

Unlike him, the orange-haired boy who had no defense against the people around him gulped down the low-alcohol distilled wine, then rubbed the back of his neck, while relieving his tense emotions, he complained impatiently: "Hey Long-winded, are you some kind of young master who doesn't touch Yang Chunshui? If you don't want to drink, forget it."

"Well, I never said I don't want to drink."

Dazai Osamu deliberately emphasized a few syllables, as if aiming at his deadly enemy, but his eyes kept falling on the pink-haired "girl", and in front of "her", he sipped the wine in the goblet .

Then, he tilted his head like a cute boy, and praised softly: "Well, it's delicious, I still want it~"

"Then I'll go get you a few more glasses."

The little devil, who didn't drug him, was kind to him, and satisfies the young master's habit of tossing people without any trouble, running around again and again, until Zhongyuan Zhongye suddenly asked him to stop. .

"Hey……"

The voice lost a little of its previous spirit, and became dazed, as if drinking too much wine, and the syllables uttered after it were connected became blurred.

"How do you feel, uh, so dizzy..."

"Chuya, so weak—"

The black-haired young man who watched helplessly as his arch-rival got the trick not only did not remind him, but laughed loudly, his face showed a nasty look, and he said with false sympathy: "If you can't drink enough, don't drink indiscriminately, isn't it embarrassing? It seems that the waiting You are not eligible to participate in the 'program'~"

"Damn it, is it you who are playing tricks behind your back..."

I don't know whether he should be praised for his hatred value being too stable. Even at this time, Chuya Nakahara's first suspect is still him, not the temporary cohabitant who helps serve the wine.

So he didn't bother to remind too much, and waited until the enemy completely closed his eyes and collapsed, and was stopped by the soft arm stretched out from the side, before he bent down, stared at it with pity for a few times, and sighed leisurely.

"I've obviously never touched your wine glass from the beginning to the end. A slug deserves to be a slug. It has no brains at all..."

——But in a sense, it should be considered lucky, right?After all, this is an alternative means of protection for the opponent.

"That, Dazai-san?"

Of course, it is impossible for the pink-haired boy who always maintains his weak personality to support a male body with his arms, so he eagerly asked for help in a low voice at this moment: "Can I trouble you to help me? Or, just find someone Mr. Zhongyuan's subordinates can come to help, but I really can't hold him anymore..."

"Eh? I'm in trouble, but since I was asked by the lovely lady, I'll make an exception and help~"

Osamu Dazai spread his hands, as if he couldn't do anything about him, he casually called out to a strong man in a black suit to pick up the orange-haired boy who had passed out, and followed him towards the lounge.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Even though there is a red carpet in the corridor, due to the age of the wooden floor, it is still unavoidable to be trampled on, creating a lonely atmosphere.

It was obviously a lively reception for a large number of guests, but it was too quiet at the moment, as if the words "everything goes wrong, there must be a demon" were made into bright banners and hung everywhere in the corridor, making it hard to ignore.

But Kurihara didn't notice this, and continued to follow into the common room, and took the initiative to ask for a basin of hot water and a new towel from the black suit, saying that he wanted to wipe the face of the sleepy alcoholic.

"Yes, I'll get it for you, please wait a moment."

Under the nodding gesture of the black-haired boy, the five-year-old man with pink bubbles on his head gently closed the door, deliberately leaving space alone for the innocent superior (?) who has just opened his heart (?) and his dance partner tonight, so that it is convenient for the hazy Feelings continue to heat up.

If he hadn't been afraid of Osamu Dazai's reputation, he would have grabbed the ignorant guy by the collar, dragged him out and shook him wildly for a while.

——Give Mr. Chuya a chance to get out of the order!Don't disturb me!

It's a pity that he didn't dare, so he could only dawdle to fetch water. On the way, he happened to meet Alice, who was wandering around, looking for someone, and was stopped by her, reporting in detail like a prisoner on trial. the information he knew.

The little blond loli put her hands on her hips, and complained extremely unhappily: "Huh, Dazai took a step ahead of me. It's all because Rintaro insisted on pulling me into two more sets of skirts, saying that I should be in the best condition to meet, this time Well, I'm so angry—"

After that, she couldn't help turning her head around, and kept hitting the arm of the man behind her with her clenched fist, shouting angrily.

"Rintaro pay my cat! Pay me!"

"Hey, take it easy, little Alice, I seem to have heard an ominous sound from the bones of my hand just now..."

The man who was punished by her atrocities couldn't help but wryly smiled. He didn't intend to save his image even in front of the grassroots staff. Instead, he took out his other hand and patted the top of her hair, comforting her in a friendly voice: " Don't worry, that cat can't escape, so you should be Mr. Dazai to solve our problems. Isn't it a good thing that he can take the initiative to work?"

"But just in case 'cat' is scared to cry by him..." Alice curled her lips, obviously not believing that the famous black mud monster in the organization could treat the fairy cat in her picture well.

As a result, as soon as she raised her head, she saw the man she had created slightly raised the corners of her lips, intentionally or unintentionally showing a cunning look like a fox, and lowered her voice with emotion: "Isn't that better?"

Whether it's watching her cry, or playing the role of a good old man to win people's hearts, it's a good choice.

Mr. Chief, who enjoys the happiness of the optimal solution every day, stretched out his hand to the supernatural body, as if he was not the one who made the bad (hen) wonderful (tai) remarks a second ago, and calmly invited: "Since Alice is worried about her, Then let's go and see together."

"Hey—Rintaro laughs so disgustingly!"