Mori Chef's self-cultivation

The actual situation is slightly different from Osamu Dazai's estimate.

The pink-haired boy who was judged to be of the scheming green tea attribute did not go out immediately, creating the illusion that he heard the rescue from the outside world and hurriedly asked for help to show others, and then took the opportunity to plunge into the arms of the leader and act cute--that was indeed His usual tricks, but at this moment, it is a bit difficult to do.

"Huh, huh..."

The boiling sensation brought about by the battle continued to interfere with the nerves, causing him to pant unconsciously, and from time to time he would swallow to relieve the thirst in his throat, just like a patient with a high fever.

But those bright blue eyes were shining brightly, with an unconcealable fanatical light, and there was really no way to explain it by being sick or being overly frightened.

For this reason, he had to randomly sneak into an abandoned empty room, shrinking himself into a small ball like an insecure long-haired cat, shivering in the corner.

Just looking at the back view, it's really cute and frail.

Only he himself knows best, fortunately he didn't turn on the [Frenzied War] mode, and was given the berserk debuff, otherwise even if he defeated the opponent, he would not be able to stop the red-eyed man, how could he still have half of the clarity like at this moment feel.

——It’s not good to be careful, but it’s easy to accidentally hurt Mr. Mori...

The moment the familiar title appeared in his mind, he instinctively folded his arms, as if he was afraid of the cold or restraining some impulse in his body, and kept uttering a subtle whisper: "Mr. Dean, I want, Mr. Dean!" praise from..."

Obviously he has done many bad things that ordinary people can't understand, and even went out of control, but Mr. Dean still generously tolerates such a bad him, and is willing to comfort his chaotic spiritual world with incomparable tenderness time and time again.

——"Good boy, you are doing well", "Good boy, you are not wrong", "Good boy"...

Like the whispers left by the waves lapping on the beach, his mind, which is on the verge of danger, can always be pulled back to its original place time and time again. As long as he raises his head, he can see a ray of light appearing in the darkness, which clearly outlines the things he is familiar with and trusts. mature face.

That's all he asked for.

But at this moment, he is not in an orphanage, and he also understands that the man who just unshackled himself is definitely not his ideal choice, but another individual with the same appearance and ability.Even if it is explained by absurd hypotheses such as parallel worlds, there is still a big difference between the two.

He is close to all "Mr. Mori", but it doesn't mean that every "Mr. Mori" can fill the hole in his heart.

What's more, Mr. Sen, who looks like the leader outside, must be busy with overall planning and operations, and has no time to pay attention to his life and death.After all, he who took the initiative to cling to him seemed to be too easy to use, like a handy tool—who would cherish the things that are at your fingertips?

He didn't mean to complain about it, he was just talking about the facts.

After all, I am just using the other party as a temporary meal replacement, so I have no right to care too much about it.

——Get over it quickly, implement the next step plan, and then go to Mr. Dean...

Kurihara Worf clenched his five fingers tightly, causing the pain in his palm that was already oozing with blood to further aggravate the pain, and a striking red flowed down, so as to independently "heal" his long-accumulated stagnation.

Perhaps it was because he tried his best to integrate into the sage's time (?), which greatly reduced the sensitivity of his five senses, and he didn't even hear the faint footsteps and short one-sided conversations from outside the door.

"Leave it to me alone here, you don't have to worry about Hongye-kun."

Relying on his extraordinary analysis and judgment ability, the black-haired man who had already grasped all the movements of the Fairy Cat stopped his subordinates from following, and then raised his index finger as a gesture of silence.

Koye Ozaki naturally didn't want to disobey him. Anyway, the hostile organization was wiped out, the danger was completely eliminated, and her leader was so easy-going, she didn't need to worry about anything, so she just nodded and retreated.

Anyway, apart from regular working hours, the only female cadre in the top management has no intention of talking to these two masters and apprentices who are not doing their jobs.

Mr. Chief, whom she disliked every day, loosened his scarf and collar, showing a rare sense of casualness during formal attire, and then pushed open the door that was half hidden in front of him, tilting his head to spy on the movement inside.

"!!!"

The wooden door that had been in disrepair for a long time was creaked softly, how could he hide from the vigilant feline, he only felt that the pink-haired "girl" who was not far away from him leaped dexterously, The body was directly stuffed into the corner of the edge.

If the other party has short hair, I'm afraid it will explode on the spot, completely turning into a cute and fluffy one.

But compared to that, he still prefers the look of Kurihara's long hair fluttering, and he always has the contradictory idea of ​​wanting to gently stroke along the top and hold the soft tail and pull it back.

In the final analysis, it should be his desire to control.

"Your She..."

The elder immediately took the initiative, as if looking for a domestic cat that was accidentally lost, while calling his name in a low voice, while slowly approaching his position, announcing his arrival and never giving up. He sneaked his mind on opportunities.

"Because you didn't want to see me, so I came."

"..."

The pink-haired boy in a special state stretched out his hands to cover his ears, with a vigilant posture of not wanting to fall into the trap of falsehood, and he was completely different from the intimacy he had taken the initiative to make with Mori Owai before.

But immediately afterwards, someone held his left hand from behind, and immediately tightened it skillfully, causing his injured palm to completely lose its strength due to the pain, and he was forced to recover a little bit softly following the opponent's movements backwards. hearing with only one ear.

"I'm hurt—"

The man's deep voice was close at hand, like plucking the strings, harassing his auricle with careless strength, making it feel a substantial touch, "Do you mind if I help you with emergency care?"

While talking, the other party still didn't give him a chance to choose or resist. He used the gauze in his pocket to treat the wound, and the dressing was done quickly, and he didn't forget to tie a beautiful bow for him.

Different from the usual technique, it didn't land on the back of his hand, but stood upright between the palms, as if it was a real blood-stained butterfly held by him, with a slight touch, it was about to spread its wings and fly away.

He instinctively folded his five fingers together, trapping the "gift" he had obtained, unable to move.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang, who had returned to his old job, laughed lowly, and said a line full of meaning in a joking tone, "It seems that Mr. She likes it very much. Do you want to consider keeping it forever?"

"Please don't stir up my emotions without permission, you know..."

Like a docile sheep, Kurihara Wataru, who suppressed his nature and let him be teased, tilted his head slightly, turning a pair of eyes full of strange light, looking at him sincerely, no longer taking the opportunity to find the shadow he was obsessed with, so Even the voice became more subtle, "I can easily lose control..."

Unlike Mr. Dean, who is familiar with his past experience, Mr. Chief, who has never had a deep understanding of the truth, is probably confused by his obedient appearance, thinking that he is extremely controllable, right?

It is obviously a very wrong conclusion.

The little devil who was hiding his fangs thought badly again, simply turned around and pushed the man down on the dusty floor, without any consideration of how tortured his neat attire was, just looking down at the dusty prey, slowly He showed a malicious smile, "It's probably hard for you to understand it just by talking about it without practicing it. Why don't you experience it for yourself?"

Mori Ogai didn't answer, just raised his eyebrows, watching his actions with a half-smile.

If you interpret the content of this little action, it undoubtedly represents a psychological activity such as "the following offends the superior? If Mr. She does it, it seems quite interesting".

The silence speaks.

So the provocative feline showed its small white teeth without hesitation, rushed towards the man who was trying to become a regular owner from the temporary owner, and bit down on the neck that he had coveted for a long time.

Adam's apple, aorta...

Many fragile organs are concentrated here, so no matter who it is, they are unwilling to hand over the lifeline to others, lest they accidentally die.

Mori Ogai should have been in the most cautious ranks, but in the current scene, as if he had abandoned his body's instincts, he even raised his hand to stroke the long hair of the person on his body, and whispered encouragingly: "She Jun is more gentle than I expected, I feel, not bad..."

The little guy whom he patted and killed gritted his teeth, causing the bitten skin to tremble.

Bu Xiao said, it must be broken.

You must know that every shit-shoveling officer has to go through the process of being scratched and bitten by the cat owner in order to establish a plastic friendship, so that he can lure him to lie in his arms unscrupulously and act like a baby-when the service is not good, he should bite You still have to bite, at most with restraint.

But the joy of keeping a cat is to watch him release his nature and show his domineering pride.

What kind of cat is it with its claws smoothed out?

The first gentleman who sacrificed himself to feed the cat rolled his sharp Adam's apple, let out a low laugh again, and pretended to be helpless and said: "Speaking of which, biting this kind of place always feels a bit intriguing... Mr. She is sure, you didn't want to ask for help. Do you want to assert your sovereignty?"

Grown-up talk always comes without warning.

As a result, the pink-haired boy who lowered his head and struggled suddenly let go, propped himself up slightly, and quietly asked for his opinion: "Can I really do it, Mr. Sen?"