Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

"Mr. Dazai."

"Mr. Dazai."

Two first-year students of the Conjuration High School obediently stepped forward to call for someone.

Dazai turned slightly when he heard it.

Spring is gradually getting warmer, and today is a beautiful sunny day that makes people feel lazy.

The light cannot match the heat of summer, when it is projected on the body, it is warm and not scorching, so comfortable that it makes people squint their eyes.

Dazai also finally took off his gray or black coat—the wardrobe that Gojo Satoru prepared for his teacher was full of selfishness—and changed into an off-white hooded sweater, paired with navy blue jeans. Chilling oppression.

Especially when looking at the two young men at this time, they put down their indifferent expressions and smiled slightly.

"Mr. Qihai, Mr. Huiyuan. Good day."

Dazai accurately called out the last name of a high school student whom he had only met a few times.

"Is get out of class over yet?"

the man said gently.

Even such a purely social conversation made the two students stand in awe, and straightened their backs to reply:

"Yes, yes! Dazai-san! We also practiced very energetically today!"

Hui Yuanyu was a little nervous, his cheeks were a little red, but he still mustered up the courage to answer loudly.

And Qihai Jianren tried not to look at the unreliable teacher next to him, and only seriously stated:

"Exactly. I also received special guidance from 'Teacher Wutiao' today."

Dazai nodded slightly, and encouraged: "It's good to be motivated, but it's easy to break too fast. When rushing forward, remember to prepare yourself for a retreat."

It seemed like it was just a casual remark, but the eyes that emerged from Yuan's pupils clearly seemed to see through everything.

"--besides."

The man turned to the disqualified teacher who couldn't help but laughed wildly again, and kept repeating "Hahahaha Gojo-sensei". Seeing the 27-year-old adult burst into laughter without any image, the temperature in Dazai's eyes cooled down.

"Five Lords."

Dazai said coldly.

"How about a slightly mature performance? It's better not to tease the underage students too much."

"Hey~~~" the teacher Wutiao complained in a drawn out voice, "I don't have one? You're joking or something, Mr. Dazai is just too kind to the brats~"

Dazai gave him another unfeeling glance, the white-haired man languished, stretched his waist with his hands behind his head.

"Okay, okay, I reflect, I think about it~"

Speaking of this kind of lines, the teacher Wutiao seemed to be quite happy.

"After all, I'm a nice guy who knows how to take care of students! Anyway, I'll do my best in class."

(This is it!!!!)

Qihai Jianren clenched his fist in his heart.

(Say more, Dazai-san!!)

This kind of famous scene, which can make any Wujo Satoru bow his head and admit his mistake with just a word or a look, can make the students of the high school excited every time they encounter it.

... Please ask the two Wutiao cats to reflect on why they are being treated this way.

And the reason why everyone respects Mr. Dazai is not just Gojo Satoru's control group.

More because——

Dazai Osamu's intelligence and sharpness that he occasionally revealed in his words, as if he understood everything.

Even if he couldn't understand it at the time, sooner or later, the facts will always prove that Osamu Dazai is correct.

And those seemingly casual pointers can often light up the right choice at a critical moment.

This overly subtle tenderness makes the students who are in love with the bookstore can't help but secretly want to call "Teacher Dazai" once or twice.

——Then he was warned by Gojo Satoru (whoever was very childish).

At this point, the childish conversation continued.

The 27-year-old man still acted coquettishly without any sense of disobedience: "I worked hard today? The so-called 'responsible and responsible teacher' is exactly me. How about rewarding me? I haven't had any for a whole week. Are you late? Let’s go to Tokyo for dessert after work! Tai Zai Lao Shi~~~”

Jianren Qihai: "..."

He couldn't help complaining from the bottom of his heart.

(Not being late is the basic principle, right?! Besides, no matter which Gojo Satoru, he will only be late in front of Mr. Dazai!)

The reliable underage student is very tired.

(And why make it sound like they're dating?!)

(I said that on purpose in front of Gojo-senpai!)

(Too naive... I can't look straight)

(Do you really want to be lectured by Mr. Dazai?!?!)

Sure enough, a 17-year-old white-haired head protruded from Dazai's shoulder.

'That smile—a winner's smile. '

For some reason, the two first-year students present thought this at the same time.

Since when did the roles of the two Wujo Satoru seem to be reversed.

A 27-year-old mature man who loves acting like a baby and (maliciously) being cute, and desperately trying to get Dazai's attention.

And the 17-year-old crazy young man who is working hard against time, desperately becoming stronger, strong enough to protect the teacher.

"Ah, what a coincidence."

Said the young Patriarch of the Gojo family, with a bright smile on his face and cold eyes.

"The teacher promised to help me with my homework."

"Besides, give up that stolen title."

Gojo Satoru coldly threatened his other self:

"—Uncle, Uncle."

【Barrage:

"Good guy, I call him good guy!!"

"I am slaughtered, I am worthy of being the King of Gu in the world."

"Young fan, Dazai Osamu (funny)."

"You can go straight into the ground (cold)."

"I kowtow this big triangle, it's up, it's too high, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

"I am also very good to the juniors!!! (Desperately implying)"

"I love the entire college support team!!!!!! (boldly express)"

"Hahahahahaha I guess the rotten oranges didn't even think of it!!!"

"Put Osamu Dazai in the High School of Conjuration, and you will get a...... Tokyo branch of the port mafia??? (dog head)"

"Hahahahahahaha the sister on the left is so beautiful!!!"

"Hahaha, you made me laugh! I declare that this will be the alias of Tokyo High School from today, hahaha!"

"Woooo, it's me, I also plunged into the Dazai Gu pool! That kind of silent tenderness really poked me too much!"

"I didn't understand it at all the first time, and I only understood it when I reviewed it again and again! But when I reviewed it over and over again, you can't get out!!!"

"Well said on the left!! And

, Little Angel Huiyuan and Nana Ming, you all carefully remember the words of the leader Zai! !In the future, when you go out on a mission to that land god, you must be prepared to survive the back road! ! "

"I almost died laughing at the last sentence of 175 hahhhh"

"After I killed myself and I beat myself, I finally came to the part where I scolded myself, as expected of you! 5t5!!"

"Hey, since these two people have switched roles, I feel that the leader Jae has given up on these two hahahahaha"

"I didn't expect that the ones in charge of being cute and the ones in charge of being reliable would be swapped hahaha, but there is no sense of disobedience! Again, you deserve to be your never-o-oc 5t5!!"

"Then I also remembered a line of lyrics, just that "Red and White Rose" hhhh"

"Ah, it's here, it's a must for the big triangle!!!"

"The 27-year-old Gojo Satoru is referred to as 275: 'What you can't get will always be a commotion'~"

"The 17-year-old Gojo Satoru is abbreviated as 175: 'Everyone who is favored has nothing to fear'~"

"The leader is: 'How can you be so cold but still beautiful'?? The lyrics match well!!!"

"Sing out!!!!"

"Woooooo, I don't know when the leader Zai will make trouble... I hope it will be later..."

"I'm scared of 1551, the sweet daily Modo Modo!"]

The sweet daily life must also include walking into the student's private dormitory and helping him make up lessons.

Gojo Satoru's room was not cluttered.

It's not like Dazai's room, where he used his privilege and directly ordered Gojo's servants to rearrange it specially.

This dormitory is extremely simple, except for a bunch of personal items, it is completely the original structure of the Conjuration High School, and has not been specially modified.

The floor is clean, all the books are stuffed on the bookshelves, and there is nothing on the table, except for a photo frame that has been turned upside down and the front cannot be seen.

A few CDs and a handy handheld were exposed on the shelf.

In an inconspicuous corner, there is a small black bug.

There were a lot of pillows and dolls piled up on the bed, one of which was pressed underneath, revealing an ugly caterpillar-like tail.

This scene probably made the eyes pop out of the eyes of those who knew the former young master of the Wutiao family.

"You can live on your own."

Dazai commented like this, walked to the sofa and sat down.

He folded his legs habitually, crossing his fingers on his knees.

The expression on the face is faint, but not indifferent.

Gojo Satoru walked up and down the room, pouring warm water into a mug prepared separately for the teacher.

Then he bent down and pulled out some refreshments from the freezer, and put them neatly together and brought them over.

Dazai glanced at them disinterestedly, and Gojo Satoru put them on the coffee table.

The young head of the Gojo family is not similarly sitting on the sofa.

He stood where he was, hesitating for some reason.

"..."

Dazai was silent for a moment.

For a moment, he actually sensed a vague hesitation from the bottom of his heart.

(but)

"Don't be afraid, Wu-jun."

Osamu Dazai encouraged gently.

"You have adapted a lot during this time. How about picking up a task tomorrow and leaving me for a week?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the teacher quietly.

In that expression, there was a clear struggle.

He gritted his teeth, walked over to the teacher, and sat on the floor without hesitation.

Curling up her legs, her forehead rested lightly on the man's knee.

In this way, what Dazai saw from the high place was only the soft and fluffy white-haired head of the young man curled up in a ball.

"...I don't want to learn this lesson."

A muffled voice came through the fabric, Gojo Satoru hoarse.

"I can't learn to let go. Teacher, we don't have this class, isn't it good?"

Dazai smiled calmly.

"This, it won't work."

he said softly.

"Just like volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and hurricanes, this is a natural phenomenon that humans cannot resist."

"Even I, there is no way to keep others from parting."

The closed hands did not fall gently on the student's hair.

But it didn't drag him away cruelly.

"Come on, Wu-jun."

Dazai's voice, in the room, turned into a rising wind that lifts the birds to fly.

"--your time."

"Not much left."

Gojo Satoru was silent.

Slowly, slowly, close your eyes.

This was given to him by his cold and gentle teacher.

one game,

lucid dreaming.