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Nakahara Chuya and Oda Sakunosuke met for the first time because of Osamu Dazai.

Ever since Chuya Nakahara disliked hanging himself for obstructing the mission, for some reason, this guy has entangled him, and he couldn't be driven away no matter how hard he tried. With Mori Ogai's permission and request, Chuya could only hold his breath, relentlessly Reluctant to accept the "partner".

At that time, Zhongya was still a boy who would make loud noises with his partners and jump up and down with great energy.

Originally, he planned to refuse, but because Dazai Osamu kept nagging in his ear, he had to reluctantly change the plan of "go home and rest after the task is completed" to "go to the bar with the bastard mackerel to meet the world".

God knows how many worlds Chuya has seen since he opened his eyes and came into contact with the world, but by accident, the refusal that was on his lips turned around in Dazai Osamu's expectant eyes, and swallowed it back, "Go and go , I see, you troublesome guy, you are so annoying."

Osamu Dazai, wearing a black suit jacket, raised his hands and cheered: "Yeah!"

All right, all right, fool, what's there to be happy about.

Nakahara Nakata complained behind Osamu Dazai. They had just come off the battlefield, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was still on their bodies. Nakahara patted the hem of his clothes in disgust. To some extent, he was a little bit clean.

"But before I go, I have to take a shower and change clothes. There is a smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. If I go to the bar like this, I will definitely be kicked out by the boss."

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips in a strange mood: "Slimy slugs also like to be clean. Could it be that there are too many on the operating table to confuse their own species?"

Not surprisingly, Zhong Yuanzhong sprayed back: "You stinky mackerel, smell yourself first before you talk, you are disgustingly pickled, I warn you, if you sit on my motorcycle without taking a shower, you will definitely blow me away fish head!"

"The cheapskate is also in!"

"Big bastard Dazai!"

The two childish ghosts were arguing fiercely in front of their subordinates, and their anger was burning, as if they wanted to make a hole in the blue sky.

In the end, he couldn’t take a shower and change clothes as he wished, and Nakaya was dragged by Osamu Dazai to a bar called Lupin with a stinky face, "The next time you run around outside without taking a shower, you will definitely get your neck stuck!"

Osamu Dazai snorted: "The threat of a child."

"Then you don't ask for mercy," Chuya raised his chin, smiled provocatively at Dazai Osamu, and said triumphantly under the flickering light at the entrance of the bar, showing his sharp little canine teeth, "Who said to me in the morning Zhongye spare your life?"

"Then who told me yesterday afternoon 'Master Dazai, I was wrong'?"

When Chuya entered the door, he deliberately squeezed towards Dazai Osamu and made a face at him. Dazai Osamu was not to be outdone, he squeezed past him quickly with sharp eyes and hands, and even reached out to stroke Nakaya's thick plush long hair from head to tail like a cat.

"Idiot Zhong... Hey, Zhongya, why do you still have static electricity in your hair!"

"It deserves it hahahahaha!"

Two teenagers entered the bar noisily, Osamu Dazai walked over with Chuya, pulled the chair and sat down naturally and skillfully, "I want a glass of beer with dish soap, this little guy wants a glass of milk, hot .”

Zhong Yuan, who had just sat down, raised his head when he heard the words: "Huh?! Who would come to the bar to order milk, you bastard!"

"Minors should drink milk honestly."

The bartender quickly made the wine, pushed the wine glass towards Osamu Dazai, and actually warmed a glass of milk for Chuya Nakahara.

"Why did you really give me milk..." Zhong also looked at the cup in his hand depressedly, "You said you were underage, didn't you?"

Dazai Osamu raised his index finger and shook it inscrutablely, "I'm not the same as you, boss~" He turned his head and shouted to the bartender, there seemed to be a small flower in the background, "Did I add dish soap to my wine~"

"There is no dish soap in the shop, sorry." The bartender replied politely.

Osamu Dazai said dejectedly, "Hey~ I'm so disappointed~"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took advantage of the milk to relieve his worries and drank it down, "No matter how you think about it, it is impossible to add dish soap to the wine, give up, bandage bastard."

The bartender poured another glass of hot milk very politely.

"Yeah, Odasaku, I'm a little late today~"

Osamu Dazai took a sip of his wine, and suddenly raised his body to greet the door. Nakahara Nakaya looked over with a cup of hot milk in his arms. It was a strange face. He looked a bit vicissitudes roughly, and he should be around 30 years old.

"Today, I was pulled over by a mother-in-law to drink water. I stayed with my mother-in-law for a while, and it was already now when I came out." The man called "Oda Saku" said so, and sat on the other side of Dazai Osamu, the bartender was very excited. Naturally mixed a glass of wine for him.

Osamu Dazai lay on the table again, flicking the glass lazily with his index finger, buried in his arm from the nose down, "Let me introduce, the kid drinking hot milk next to me is Chuya Nakahara! A slippery slug, super - Disgusting~"

"He is Oda Sakunosuke, a super great writer~"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also dissatisfied: "You are the slippery slug! How could there be such an introduction like you!"

Oda Sakunosuke also nodded, "Hello, I am Oda Sakunosuke. I am currently just a low-level member of the port mafia, and I am far from being a writer."

"Hey? You belong to the port mafia too?" Zhong also looked at it for a while, "It doesn't feel like it."

Osamu Dazai leaned over, "Yeah, yeah, I also think Oda Sakuwan—it doesn't look like a mafia at all!"

Nakaya pushed back the head that Dazai Osamu approached in disgust: "You can just call me by my name, Odasaku?" He hesitated, "This surname is so strange."

"Actually, my surname is Oda, Oda Sakunosuke."

"Then why did Dazai call you Odasaku?" Chuya was puzzled.

Osamu Dazai spoke eloquently: "Don't Chuya think it's easier to call Odasaku?"

"Call me someone else's name properly, bastard!"

Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of his wine and sighed, "You two have such a good relationship."

"No!"

The two teenagers shouted in unison.

"This is the first time I met Sakunosuke," said the young man holding Sunflower in his arms, his breath lowered, his brows drooping, and his whole body covered with inexplicable frustration, which was not at all the same as the lively self in the story he told. , "At that time, to be honest, I was surprised because it was the first time Dazai introduced his friends to me."

Chuya Nakahara also recalled before, "When I was 16 years old, Dazai once asked me to go to the bar with him, but halfway through, the boss called me and asked me to go back, and I never listened to him again. I said it."

"Since I met Sakunosuke because of Dazai, I occasionally saw him mediating emotional disputes and packing up bullets on the street when I was off work. We often met in bars later, and they always drank. The boss——I later Only then did I realize that the bartender was the boss—it was also disgusting, and he only gave me hot milk."

The young man smiled, "Later, Sakunosuke adopted some children, and I would visit them occasionally, so that at that time, I came back from a business trip and walked to Sakunosuke's house with gifts for the children, and then I saw Dazai sitting there , and said, 'Odasaku, let's defect and take Chuya with us'."