[Comprehensive] The operation method is disqualified in the world

Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic and Magic is located in the suburbs away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Not disturbed by the turbid air of the city, Osamu Dazai's accumulated boredom since he came to this world calmed down a little.

I have to say that although the high school of conjuration sounded super boring, it gave him a rare and peaceful sleep.

. . . it is commendable.

"Yo—so the little classmate has already woken up? Yes, the teacher is very pleased that he didn't sleep until night!"

Gojo Gojo didn't know how to be polite at all, so he skipped the step of knocking and pushed open the door of Osamu Dazai's dormitory.

Slightly hooking down the blindfold, what catches the eye is the appearance of a young boy leaning on the |bed|side of his head and looking out the window.

The young man's breathing was so light that it was hard to notice, as if the whole person didn't exist.

"The undead of men.

The living of the dead. "

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment before walking in. The pulleys of the suitcase rubbed against the ground and made an annoying "gurgling" sound.

When he was one step away from the young man, the young man who looked like an undead suddenly pointed his exposed kite-colored eyes at him.

He heard the boy ask: "Speaking of which, uncle, aren't you really the part-time Hatake Kakashi who came here from the Naruto studio? Or does uncle have a ninja brother named Hatake Kakashi?"

When he said this, the boy bent his eyes, and smiled just right on his childish cheeks, showing tenderness and tenderness.

If it wasn't for the slumped sense of powerlessness, Gojo Gojo thought he might be deceived by his own eyes.

[Ultimate anti-spell spell: Disqualification in the world]

—Maybe it’s because of this?

——Don't talk about martial arts, my little classmate.

"Wow, the little classmate is actually teasing the teacher. Here, the suitcase. I forgot to return it to the little classmate yesterday." Gojo Satoru pushed the suitcase over with a smile, and slid all the way to Osamu Dazai's legs to stop.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes slightly, he could see clearly that the suitcase had not been opened.

"I'm hungry." Dazai yawned lazily, using his years of experience in making trouble for no reason, he said as it should: "I want to eat crab meat."

When it comes to crab meat, Osamu Dazai's tone seems to be a little smokey.

Gojo Satoru took off the blindfold, and his curled white hair fell smoothly to his cheeks. He took out a pair of round-frame sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and then said, "Oh, are you acting like a spoiled child to the teacher?"

As if there was some kind of tacit understanding, Osamu Dazai stood up when he saw Gojo Satoru put on sunglasses.Hearing this, the hand holding the coat paused.

Osamu Dazai curled his lips: "If uncle treats me to a meal of crab meat every day, I'll recognize it as coquetry."

Gojo Satoru blinked, with a super happy expression of "Is there such a good thing?!": "Okay~"

Osamu Dazai: ... Tsk, this teacher is too uneducated|de!

...

Gojo Satoru propped his chin up and looked through the white mist at the young black-haired boy with an immature face.

Her outstanding appearance, which is as harmless as a breeze to humans and animals, can win anyone's favor in an instant.

But this is a very deceptive appearance.

In this exquisite skin favored by the Creator resides broken souls.

"What are you looking at, Uncle?" Osamu Dazai anxiously waited for the soup to boil while holding the chopsticks, and when he noticed his sight, he raised his eyes and looked over with displeasure.

After all, he failed to eat crab meat, and the people's teacher without |teacher|virtue| is really unbelievable!

"It's nothing." Gojo Goto leaned on the table, and responded with a smile: "So, why are you angry? Teacher, I kindly didn't care about my younger classmates ruining my reputation in front of other students."

Rewind time back to 25 minutes ago:

During the lunch break, I was picking out the knotweed for drinks with my classmates in front of the vending machine. When I saw the teacher and the new classmates together, I said hello with some hesitation.

"...Gojo-sensei, Dazai-san, where are you going?"

"Uncle invited me on a date." Osamu Dazai poked out the seaweed head from behind Gojo Satoru.

Knotweed & Fuhei & Wild Rose thumped in their hearts at the same time.

Osamu Dazai didn't care about Gojo Satoru's playful eyes on him, and complained with signs and gestures: "Wow! It's too much, it's love at first sight and love at second sight, it's not greedy | my young | body | body!"

Knotweed & Fuhei & Wild Rose looked at Gojo Satoru as if they were looking at a crumb in the world.

Fu Heihui resisted the urge to raise|middle|finger, and said bluntly to Gojo Wu: "If you weren't the strongest, you would have been beaten [-] times a day!"

"That's right!" Osamu Dazai received support, and he slandered even more: "Yesterday I didn't return my suitcase, and today I used the excuse of returning the suitcase to enter my dormitory without knocking..."

Speaking of this, Osamu Dazai glanced at Wujo Wujo cautiously and fearfully, and when Wujo Wujo looked back, he suddenly wrapped his arms around the frightened himself: "Wow! He even ordered me not to scream, say He himself is the god of Gaozhuan, no one dares to disturb him to find pleasure... oh."

The last "嘤" is very expressive and spiritual.

Time back to the present:

"Cut." The broth finally boiled, and Osamu Dazai began to boil the snowflake beef: "They all believed it, isn't it that uncle, you have failed in your usual life? At least you should review yourself."

Dazai Osamu can imagine that without turning his head to think about it, Gojo Satoru in his youth is definitely the kind of person who can't help but worry about being stabbed in the back by him.

Wu Wu's index fingers tapped on the table, and the knocking sound was full of joy: "The little classmate seems to be in a much calmer mood."

Osamu Dazai paused in the movement of stuffing the sliced ​​meat into his mouth, chewed the meat with puffed cheeks, then swallowed it forcefully, put down his chopsticks, and looked at the good snowflake beef with a bit of regret.

He raised his eyes, and the exposed kite pupils were full of viscous maliciousness and coldness that were not concealed, like a black hole in the mouth of a wooden warehouse, with a thick smoke of gunpowder.

Gojo Satoru's eyes darkened.

juvenile……

seen blood.

It was almost visible to the naked eye, and Gojo Wu watched the young man who was still a little smokey just now turn back into the undead wandering in the world again.

"so what?"

"So, it's time for us to talk, little classmate." Gojo Wuhou leaned back against the back of the chair, crossed his hands and lightly placed them on the table, and the white mist rising from the Shouxi pot seemed to draw the boundary between Chuhe and Han for the two of them. so-so.

Gojo Satoru pondered for a moment: "Well, the 'finger' is on the little classmate, right?Shouldn't all the little classmates hear what they said last night?How about giving it to the teacher?It's very dangerous to keep super-grade spells by your side. "

Osamu Dazai was stunned, blinked, and burst out laughing: "...Puff——hahahaha Uncle is so pitiful, so pitiful that I laughed."

Completely ignoring Gojo Satoru's suddenly dark complexion after suddenly realizing something, Osamu Dazai laughed out of breath.

Suddenly, Osamu Dazai stopped laughing instantly, propped his chin and raised a dull oblique arc: "Uncle doesn't have many cards in his hand, so it can be said that he doesn't even have the right to be on the |gambling| table. However, I am very kind." , I give uncle the right to choose."

Osamu Dazai raised a finger: "First, kill me." Then he made a "yeah" gesture: "Second, hide the upper management and save me."

Without giving Gojo Satoru a chance to speak at all, Osamu Dazai enthusiastically suggested: "Choose one! Quickly choose one! Please...let me wake up from this dream of an oxidized world..."

The young man's voice was hoarse as if blocked by a knot of anger, trembling slightly as if about to cry.

Gojo Satoru could hear the helplessness hidden in the depths of the young man's words, the innocence and struggle that seemed to be powerless despite trying his best.

Here again, the sense of emptiness that seems to exist and does not seem to exist, once again lingers around the boy's body, forming a solid barrier that blocks all hopes.

This is an overly smart kid.

Trapped alone in a world of nothingness that no one else can reach.

"Crabs from Hokkaido."

Gojo Satoru suddenly said, "September and October are the best months."

Records - 2018.6.12

The author has something to say: entertain others and yourself, don't be serious

Check it out if you like it, don't force it if you don't like it

I don't have enough control over the characters' personalities. I understand Zai and Wu very superficially. Forgive me.

It's really hard to write, especially Hei Shizai, especially Hei Shizai who has not met Odasaku, but I love 15-year-old Hei Shizai so much [crying]

感谢在2020-12-1115:25:46~2020-12-1304:41:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles of human & dirty;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!