if chuya hadn't become king of sheep

13 years old

Tennis players control a small ball, and they still use a racket, while basketball is a big ball. To be honest, good tennis players are better at controlling the ball.It's just that they are two sports after all, and the way of exerting force is different. The two tried several goals but failed to score.

As for the shooting posture, Atsushi Murasakihara shoots casually based on his height, which is not a standard posture at all.The two who had never touched basketball learned the posture of Atsushi Murasakihara to shoot, which made it more difficult for them to shoot.

Atsushi Murasakihara, who was a teacher for the first time, still wanted to be a good teacher, and immediately took out his mobile phone to ask for help outside the court. This time he was looking for his teammate Shintaro Midorima, a shooting guard with a very standard shooting posture.

Do your best to wait for the destiny:? ?

Shintaro Midorima, who suddenly received news from Atsushi Murasakihara, was stunned.Although he will indeed stay for self-training after the ministry, but this time has long since returned.

Delicious bars with new flavors: Come on green boy, this means a lot to me.

Do your best and wait for the destiny: it's too much trouble.

Even so, Midorima still sent a video to Atsushi Murasakihara 2 minutes later, which was a video of him performing a shot without a real object.

Seeing the video sent by Atsushi Murasakihara, Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin and suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

Zhong also sighed, so what were they doing just now.

Put on a standard shooting posture, throw the basketball, and the basketball hits the outer frame of the basketball hoop and pops out.

Dazai, who was watching from the side, suggested, "Chuya, I think you can raise the parabola a bit, after all, we are not as tall as him."

Zhong Ye paused, his hands holding the basketball tightened, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

At Dazai's suggestion, Nakaya shot again, this time the basketball hit the rim and went in.

Finally, the touch came, and after a goal was scored, more and more goals were scored.

At 06:30, I finished my work and trained for another hour. By the time the four of them came out of the gym, it was completely dark.

"Very hungry." Atsushi Ziyuan touched his stomach, and there was a gurgling sound from his stomach.

"Shall we have dinner together?" Marui Bunta suggested.

"Okay." Dazai nodded, and no one else objected.

Looking at Osamu Dazai, Chuya asked in a low voice, "Is it okay if you go back so late?"

"It's okay, I just reported it to Mr. Mori." Osamu Dazai blinked.

After dinner at a ramen shop, Marui Bunta was in charge of sending Atsushi Murasakihara to the station, so in the end only Chuya and Dazai were left.

He wanted to walk in the direction of Dazai's house, but Dazai suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Chuya, I don't really want to go back today, can I go to your house to play?" Standing on the spot, Dazai rubbed the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were still slightly red when he put his hands down.

Zhong also remembered that Sanada Ryoko told him that he had time to bring friends to play at home, "It's okay, do you want to stay for one night?"

Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, and he nodded.

Changing direction and walking towards Sanada's house, the two of them were not in a hurry.

After a long silence, Chuya asked, "Is it really okay for you to go on like this?"

Chu also clearly felt Dazai's repulsion and disgust towards Mori Ogai, coupled with the background of the underworld, it would be dangerous for Dazai to continue like this.

Dazai was stunned for a moment, understood Chuya's words, smiled and shook his head, "Didn't I say before, if Mr. Mori insists on me joining, I will kill him and become the leader myself."

A normal person's thinking should be to call the police, and as a normal person, I also asked the same question.

Hearing the word "alarm" from Nakaya's mouth, Dazai was really taken aback for a moment, and then he covered his stomach and burst out laughing.

"Hey, what's so funny about what I said?" Nakaya looked at Dazai who almost fell to the ground laughing with an ugly face.

"Ha, haha." Dazai finally suppressed his laughter under Chuya's death eyes.

Patting his chest, Dazai said after he calmed down, "Do you know about the riots a few months ago? The crazy behavior of Hong Kong gangsters."

When Dazai said this, Chuya recalled that during that time, Genemon Sanada's face had always been ugly and his brows were always frowning. At that time, the number of bombings, homicides and other cases did increase suddenly.

"So those things are related to Hong Kong gangsters?" Zhong also understood.

"The series of riots during that time were all due to the dying struggle of the former leader. In the end, Mr. Mori took the position of leader to quell the riots in Hong Kong and black."

"What does that have anything to do with what I said?" Naka blinked incomprehensibly, it seemed nice to hear Mori Ogai, but he knew that Dazai definitely didn't say these things just to say good things about Mori Ogai.

"There have always been many black organizations in Yokohama, because the geographical location here is so superior, Yokohama with the port is simply their paradise. And where there is darkness, there is chaos. The death rate in Yokohama is several percentage points higher than other places. Light It is because the police in Yokohama cannot suppress the organization."

Having said so much, it means that there is no way to solve the port mafia by calling the police. Zhongya, whose grandfather was a policeman, has mixed emotions at this time, which is too ironic for the police.

"Besides, there are many people with supernatural powers in Hong Kong and Hei. Ordinary policemen are just numbers." Dazai shrugged and added.

Suddenly, I also thought that if a criminal organization is composed of people with different abilities, and an armed detective agency is composed of people with different abilities, then there is no reason why the government does not have a department composed of people with different abilities that specifically targets people with different abilities.

Seeing the stunned expression, Dazai probably guessed what he was thinking, "And don't think about eradicating all criminal organizations in Yokohama, it's impossible, if one falls, another will stand up, Yokohama Naturally attracts darkness."

"However, if there is a large black organization that integrates the entire Yokohama backworld, it can act as a speaker to restrain other organizations." Dazai rubbed his chin, as if muttering to himself.

"Ah, I've talked too much." Dazai stretched his waist and changed the subject as if he suddenly came to his senses, "The future police officer is not suitable for listening to these things."

His brows twitched, temporarily suppressing the strange emotions rising in his heart, and Chuya stretched out his hand to brush the hair that was blown to the eyes by the wind back behind his ears, "I have no intention of becoming a police officer."

Dazai looked at Chuya in surprise, "Hey, do you want to become a professional tennis player?"

"I don't want to." To be honest, he has no idea what he wants to do in the future. It is impossible to become a professional tennis player, and he doesn't want to join the judicial system. He doesn't like to follow the rules and regulations, and he doesn't want to be bound by the rules.

Dazai rubbed his chin as if he was thinking about something, suddenly his eyes lit up and he said in a very exaggerated tone, "Why don't Chuya and I start a business together!"

"what?"

"Mr. Mori will most likely not let me go, so Chuya will come and build the Hong Kong gang into the largest black organization with me, so that Yokohama will be at peace!" Dazai seemed to get excited while talking He reached out to pat Chuya on the shoulder.

Unable to hold back, Chuya grabbed Dazai's hand and threw it over his shoulder. He looked at Dazai lying on the ground with a cold tone, "Just pretend I didn't hear what you said today. If you really join Hong Kong Hero in the future Don't tell me, or wait to go to the police station."

If it wasn't for going to Raibo Street from time to time, some of them accepted the rules there. If Zhong was an ordinary person who had been taught by his upright and rigorous grandfather, he would have pressured Dazai to go to the police station and told him to report the crimes he knew. The inside story has been revealed.

Everyone has their own way of survival, and China has no way to interfere.But if the evidence is seized, Chuya will not tolerate it, let alone Dazai openly suggesting that he commit a crime.

Dazai immediately pulled the zipper and sewed his mouth shut.

After a while, seeing Dazai lying on the ground and unable to get up, Chuya sighed and stretched out his hand.

Dazai, who was very good at climbing poles, immediately grabbed Chuya's hand and was pulled up by him.

Rubbing his back and muttering something in a low voice, even if Nakaye didn't hear it, he could guess that he was saying that he hit too hard.

After complaining a little, it was Chuya who brought up this topic, but he was the one who was beaten, and Dazai didn't speak for the rest of the way.

Nakaya was not used to such a quiet Dazai, he wanted to say something and then closed his mouth, even if he asked for affirmation, he only got an answer like "My heart has been greatly hurt".

At the gate of Sanada's house, Dazai stood behind Chuya, looking at the background of Chuya, Dazai slightly bent his mouth, and there was an inexplicable smile on his face.

When the door opened, he immediately restrained the expression on his face.

Walking into the entrance, he bowed obediently to Sanada Ryoko standing in front of him, "Hi, I'm Chuya's friend Osamu Dazai."

"You are Dazai Osamu, Chuya often talks about you." Sanada Ryoko smiled gently.

Dazai glanced at Nakaya immediately, and Naka turned his head away uncomfortably, wanting Ryoko to stop talking.

As soon as he stepped on the wooden floor, Nobunaga ran over with strides and threw himself directly on Chuya.

Kneeling down and hugging Nobunaga, Chuya stroked its head.

"Are there other cats in your house?" Dazai asked in surprise.

"Two." Zhong also nodded.

"What about the other three-colored cat?"

Sanada Ryoko said. "It's supposed to be in Dad's room or over there in the backyard."

Genichiro Sanada's face turned dark when he saw Osamu Dazai at home, and it's okay to see this troublesome junior at school, but he can see him at home.

Knowing that he was coming to stay overnight, Sanada said, "Then let's do morning exercises together tomorrow."

"Morning exercise?" Dazai touched the back of his head with some doubts, "What time is it?"

"Just get up a little earlier than usual." He also said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "If you can't get up tomorrow, I will call you."

Feeling better suddenly, Sanada decided to go back to his room and write two pictures.

A few minutes later, Nakaya realized that Dazai seemed to come to his house just to meet their cat.

The two found the Sanhuamao Ieyasu on the eaves of the backyard. Dazai tried to reach out to touch it, but it jumped away.

"It seems that it doesn't like you." There is also some gloating in the middle.

"It seems so." Dazai looked deeply at Ieyasu who was squatting at Nakaya's feet.

Ieyasu licked his front paw, gave Dazai a very casual look and then looked the other way.

"Ah, this cat is really..." Dazai gritted his teeth.

Sanada's house is a Japanese-style building, so they naturally sleep on tatami mats, so they just need to spread the futon on the floor.Chuya's room was big enough, Sanada Ryoko spread a futon in his room again, and the two of them slept in the same room tonight.

Although Dazai didn't touch him, Ieyasu followed when the two of them entered the room.

Sitting across from him, Dazai, who was watching the cat in Nakaya's arms and the cat next to him, suddenly became jealous, and stretched out his hand to hug Nobunaga in Nakaya's arms into his arms with lightning speed.

"Meow?" The stupid and cute Nobunaga tilted his head and seemed to have not reacted yet.

Just when he wanted to resist, Dazai scratched his belly, and he fell limp in Dazai's arms.

The author has something to say:

Hey, I have a fever, but fortunately there are still manuscripts.

I feel that Natsume-sensei is a really big BOSS, otherwise how can a normal person teach a student like Mr. Mori.

Unabara Festival I really want to play a fairy tale cosplay tea party, I want Chuya to play Mr. Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland (hehehe), why not a hatter because I think Mr. Rabbit is very sexy, white jackrabbit, monocle , golden chain. (cover face, no more)