Big Sky in Yokohama

"Ding—" the oven made a crisp sound.

Zhongyuan Zhong also carefully bent down and probed to see what was going on inside the oven, put on thick heat-insulating gloves, opened the oven door, dragged the baking tray out, and looked at the slightly browned, attractively colored lemon pie.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily, "This is a success?"

Wait, not necessarily, what if it just looks good and smells good?

Shaking his head violently, Nakahara decided to take out the lemon pie and show it to Yoni.

"Yuni, the pie seems to be baked—" he yelled.

Youni, who was talking to Reborn with his head down, looked up and smiled, "I knew Chuya-kun would be able to do it!"

Zhong Yuanzhong rubbed his face embarrassingly, with a hint of urging, "—Try it?"

When the knife cut it, the puff pastry made a nice and tempting sound. Youni tilted his head and looked at the side, but there was no state of sandwiches or puff pastry inside.

Picking up a small piece and turning it in front of him, Chuya Nakahara stared intently at Youni's movements, his heart lifted slightly, and he swallowed nervously.

Stuffing the lemon pie into his mouth, Yoni tilted his head and pondered for a while.

"It's not delicious?" Zhong Yuanzhong also showed obvious disappointment. He looked at the pie in disbelief, and twirled the plate a few times with his fingers.

How could this be?

He obviously followed the steps, and so on!

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Youni. The girl's beautiful and cute face was full of smiles. She folded her hands together and smiled like a flower. "Nakaya-kun's lemon pie is delicious, thank you for the hospitality!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also breathed a sigh of relief, and complained: "Who did you learn from so bad-heartedly, I almost thought I did something wrong..."

In the middle of speaking, Nakahara Chuya's eyes fell on Reborn, and his voice paused.

"Is there a problem?" Reborn asked leisurely, enjoying the lemon pie that Yoni helped cut.

The cobalt blue eyes silently moved away, and Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his voice, "No, it's nothing."

If you really want to say who Yoni learned so badly from, it can only be Reborn.

Zhong Yuan was also impressed by his bad taste.

Reborn didn't mind seeing that Zhong Yuan swallowed his words, he just liked to see the students dare not speak out, "It seems that Zhong Ye is very talented in home economics, home economics classes can be arranged a few more times. "

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the lemon pie on the table with some doubts, is it really so delicious?

When he thought he had failed, he would feel disappointed, but when he was said to be a success, Zhongyuan Zhong could not help but wonder, were they coaxing him?

"The taste is really good!" Youni tilted his head, and his words were full of sincerity and praise, "The skin is burnt and crispy, the inside is soft and sweet, with a refreshing taste of lemon, it is the best lemon pie I have ever eaten gone."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also embarrassed by the praise, shy and a little happy: "The lemon pie will be successful because of the ingredients and recipe prepared by Youni, oh, and that magic!"

It was amazing, Yoni's sure-fire magic really took his nerves off a notch and managed to make a delicious lemon pie.

Youni raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing, "Nakaya-kun is really cute."

"Huh?" Zhong Yuan was also slightly stunned.

There is no magic at all, and everything is done well by the Central Plains.

However, Yoni shook his head with a grin, "It's nothing, with that magic Chuya-kun, any cooking will go smoothly in the future!"

Quickly throwing away doubts, Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly became happy, "That's amazing!"

Probably because he knew that Yoni's world was different from the power of supernatural powers, Zhong Yuanzhong could easily believe the magic that Yoni said.

"Chuya-kun, come and try your handicraft?" Youni frowned and cut a piece for him, and when he was about to hand it to Zhongya Zhongyuan, a white shadow flashed past and snatched the piece from Youni's hand. pie.

Zhongyuan Zhong also glared at the past, "Hello!"

The white cat with beautiful fur shook its fur, swallowed the pie in two or three strokes, and wagged its tail triumphantly.

"This guy looks really infuriating." Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth, a very principled and kind boy in some respects, because of the appearance of the other cat, he is not easy to care about it.

Xia Youjie ran in after the white cat Wujo Wu, and said with a headache, "Sorry, I didn't like him."

Wu's skill in provoking others is really growing day by day.

Zhong Yuanzhong clicked his tongue in displeasure, and raised his eyebrows, "Don't you have biscuits in your hand?"

Why did the cat run in and grab the pie?

Xia Youjie shook the empty little bag with a wry smile, and sighed, "As you can see, Wu ate it all at once while I wasn't paying attention."

And after eating, he didn't intend to reconcile at all, but he didn't mean to fall into this world back then.

"...It's not easy." Zhong Yuanzhong also said with a little sympathy.

The paws stepped on the table, and the white cat was about to occupy the whole lemon pie, when the body was hugged suddenly, with gentle movements and no calluses on the hands, there was no doubt that the one who picked him up was Yuni.

"Meow." The white cat pretended to be innocent and coquettishly dragged out its voice, trying to get Yoni to let it go.

Although the girl didn't hug it completely, but she stuck its forelimbs like this, which made it very difficult to move.

Yoni looked down at the cat and seriously taught, "Mr. Gojo can't be so domineering, the lemon pie was baked by Chuya-kun!"

Maomao twisted its body, trying to break away from Youni's hand and slide down, and kept meowing coquettishly.

He simply put his arms around and hugged the white cat tightly. Youni shook his head, "No."

Although the tone was still gentle, it was very firm, as soon as one heard it, it was clear that there was no room for change.

The small sunglasses slipped off slightly, and the white cat looked sadly and anxiously at Zhongyuan Zhongye and Xia Youjie eating lemon pie one after another, making a pitiful cry.

Youni was unmoved, and looked down at it seriously, "Mr. Wutiao just finished eating all the biscuits, right?"

She clearly told the white cat Gojo Satoru before that this is its snack for the day, and there will be nothing else after eating it.

The cat's whiskers moved, and the big fluffy tail swept Yuni's arm with a slight itch, and the white cat yelled cutely, "Meow."

"Uh, Youni, let him eat." Youni didn't feel relented, but Zhong Yuanzhong also gave up first.

The pair of cat eyes that seemed to contain a vast starry sky kept staring at them, tears seemed to be about to fall, and they also compromised with the weak and soft-hearted Zhong Yuanzhong.

Even if he knew in his heart that the white cat was a human being about the same age as Xia Youjie, it was really hard not to soften his heart simply by looking at its pitiful appearance.

After all, it looks like a real cat now.

"Is it really possible?" Youni hesitated a little, but the white cat felt her loosening up slightly, and her soft body slid down flexibly, falling back to the ground and shaking its hair.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a moment, watching the white cat squatting on Xia Youjie's ball head as soon as he kicked his hind legs, with a lemon pie in his mouth, the cat's mouth was raised high triumphantly.

"Why don't you buy him a cage." He suggested so seriously.

Youni couldn't laugh or cry, "Chuya-kun, Mr. Gojo is a human being."

It's not appropriate to put a human who has turned into a cat in a cage.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a serious face and sighed deeply, as if it was a pity.

Sitting on a high-piled container, the hem of the expensive coat was left behind casually, and the boy with bandages all over his body lowered his eyes and turned a page of the book with a quiet and focused expression.

With a loud bang, the warehouse door was pushed open.

The man who was described as embarrassed was panting heavily, turned his head back and forth in a panic, his lips were trembling, "No, I didn't catch up..."

He closed and bolted the door with trembling hands, the sound of the heavy, rusted door terrified him.

"Don't hear, don't hear, don't hear..."

Muttering nervously as if praying, the man shrank behind the door, his hands twisted together nervously, and his eyes closed tightly.

In the silence, he suddenly felt that his voice was so noisy in this warehouse, which made him flustered. He couldn't help wondering whether the voice he just spoke was loud, and whether he had been discovered.

"Slap." At this moment, the sound of leather shoes landing and the sound of flipping a book were infinitely amplified in the man's ears.

He raised his head in horror, and he could only see a figure vaguely through the light coming in from the top of the warehouse. His eyes widened silently, "You, who are you?"

The action of flipping the book paused, Dazai Osamu sounded like a complaining but extremely flat voice, "I'm so rude, obviously I came here first."

Fear spread in his heart, he could not help but feel flustered even though he heard the voice that the other party was only a young boy.

"However, can you please tell me about that organization?" Osamu Dazai closed the book with the red and white cover in his hand, tapped the spine of the book lightly on his palm, with a smile on his face.

He took a step, jumped down the next floor, and walked to the place where the moonlight could shine. There was no light in his iris-colored eyes, but the corners of his mouth were raised high, like an unknown thing coming out of the darkness. Masquerading as a human.

"I remember that you are a member who is about to get a code name?" He asked with a smile, "I have seen your code name candidate, it is—McCallum, right?"

He knows he knows he knows! ! ! !

Why would he know the information inside the organization? !

Is it someone with a port mafia plug in the organization or...

"...It's useless for you to say these things, I won't betray the organization." Fingers clasped his palms vigorously, the man said strong words, but his voice trembled uncontrollably.

This boy is a devil!

Obviously he was about to get the code name of the organization and be appreciated by that adult, but he was caught by him while performing the last mission.

Osamu Dazai chuckled, clapped his palms and said, "Admirable loyalty."

The sarcasm aroused the man's anger and fear to surge up continuously, he pulled out the gun at his waist with a roar, and pulled the trigger fiercely at Osamu Dazai.

The high-speed spinning bullets grazed the boy's bandaged neck, and blood instantly smeared out, soaking the snow-white bandage.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and touched his neck, staring blankly at the blood on his finger, "Carotid artery..."

It's really a pity that it's just a little bit close.

He suddenly felt a little bored, and didn't want to see the man standing up, so he said wearily, "I'll leave this man to you."

what?

The pupils shrank violently, and the movement of the man holding the gun trembled. When he was about to turn his head, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Accompanied by the man's screams, the light representing supernatural abilities erupted in the warehouse, gorgeous and dazzling.