[Comprehensive] The operation method is disqualified in the world

Can't find it.

Dazai-san who possesses the "anti-magic spell" is not something he can find by himself.

Knotabagi Yuhito thought so at the time, and it was just as it should be, as if it was normal for him to lose against Osamu Dazai.

But he never thought that today, the third day after that, he saw Osamu Dazai.

The external|turbulent|turbulent|situation made all conjurers exhausted and unable to parry.

And the person who single-handedly led the situation had a faint smile on his lips, like a child playing in the world, completely indifferent.

very scary……

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the two-faced Su Nuo, who was sitting crookedly on the throne, let out a casual laugh.

Knotweed Youruhito hasn't noticed it yet, has he?

Before the horn of battle sounded, he had subconsciously surrendered.

How to do?

The second-year seniors are busy, Fukuro is busy, and Kizaki is busy.

Nanami is busy, and Mr. Wujo is also busy.

At this time, he was alone, facing the emotionally unstable Yoshino Junpei, the obviously hard to deal with Ju Ling Zhenren, and...

Yuzu Yuhito's Adam's apple rolled.

...and Osamu Dazai who walked slowly.

"Dazai-san..."

Bang!

Knotabagi Yuhito was dazed: "...Huh?"

"Wow! It hurts——!"

"Wow! Is Zhi-kun alright!?"

Yes, just as he was going down the last flight of stairs, Osamu Dazai stepped on the empty stairs and fell...

With the head on the ground, butt|butt|pouting funny posture.

For some reason, the thought of "Gojo-sensei will probably like it" flashed through his mind suddenly, and then shook his head violently to shake the thought away.

The battle is imminent, not the time to think about this!

"Well, Dazai-san, are you alright?" Kojou Yuhito asked carefully.

"Okay, okay, okay." The childish boy with grinning teeth stood up pretending nothing happened, and waved his hand cheerfully: "Yo, I haven't seen you for a while, Mr. Huzhang~"

Knotweed & Junpei & Reality: Freely switch between shrewdness and sand sculpture, very powerful oh Dazai-san/Mr. Dazai/Zhi-kun......

"Hahaha, it's been a long time since we saw each other." Hiroto Hirohito scratched his head and smiled, forcing himself to calm down, and as if nothing had happened, he tapped a string of numbers on the back of his hand to dial and then hung up.

"Dazai-san, may I ask? Are you... the one who made Junpei look like this?"

Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes glanced at the real man with a smile that was not a smile, and he could fully guess what kind of name the real man used to brainwash that high school boy when he was not paying attention.

After all, looking at Yoshino Junpei's unrefuted acquiescence is enough to unfold the matter.

Patting the dust on his coat, Osamu Dazai tilted his head and smiled: "Speaking of Yoshino Junpei..."

Masato chuckled, Yoshino Junpei looked away, and Knotaba Yuhito held his breath.

"It's really stupid to the extreme."

"...What?" Yoshino Junpei moved his gaze bit by bit like a slow motion in a movie: "You...what did you say...?"

"Ahh~ It's really too stupid, so stupid that I can't help but sigh and shed tears."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes to look at him, his kite eyes filled with genuine but false pity: "Your views are all borrowed from others, and you believe what others say."

Under Yoshino Junpei's increasingly unbelievable eyes, Osamu Dazai slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Just accept other people's opinions, and take them as your own without thinking... Isn't it stupid enough?"

"Dazai-san!"

"What did you say?!"

The two teenagers who had just become friends roared in unison.

However, all he got was an unmoved reaction from Osamu Dazai.

"I heard it all." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelashes, and said softly with emotion: "Easily|manipulated and easily saved..."

"Yoshino Junpei, it's such an easy thing to destroy you, I can't even lift my spirits to help you. It's too bad, it's rare that the perpetrator wants to save someone."

The words of rebuttal cannot be spoken.

Yoshino Junpei tremblingly thought of that afternoon of rest day, when he first met, the dark-haired boy gave him a look full of |gun|smoke|smoke.

drive away...?

is that so?Is that so?

When he didn't realize it, the other party knew that he was a part of Mr. Zhenren's plan, brought by Mr. Zhenren to make | fun | Zi mediocre.

"I..." The tears couldn't stop flowing, and there was no more words to overflow from his mouth.

View?I never had that kind of thing, everything belonged to someone else, Mr. Zhenren... My mother is gone, what is left of me?

Knotashi Yuhito walked up to Yoshino Junpei, raised his hand and patted him on the back lightly: "It's okay, Junpei."

The continuous heavy rain brought gusts of gloomy wind, which made the windows rattle, accompanied by the weeping and hearty comforting voices of young people.

"Oh, Zhijun is too much, I am very unhappy." The real person who was silent the whole time suddenly said, his deep voice was stained with blood: "Don't think that I am in a good mood just because I am always smiling."

The real person smiled but his face was gloomy. Do you want to do what "Xia You" said?But what to do?He really likes Zhijun, he likes Zhijun who is like a monster...

Osamu Dazai's eyes were heavy: "Are you going to run away? Are you going to kill|kill me before running away? That's fine."

The word "death" suddenly brought back Hirohito's attention, and his eyes moved away from Junpei, who was in negative emotions, and saw the black-haired boy with his arms open, as if he was about to hug something tightly In her arms, her still immature cheeks were full of pious smiles.

"I have been looking forward to death, and only death is the extension of life."

"Zhijun, I really like Zhijun very much..." Zhenren kept raising his arms when he lowered his head, and pointed the dark wooden warehouse directly at the black-haired boy: "I really like it very much."

"Dazai-san!!!"

Suddenly, Yuzu Yuhito's running footsteps were firmly nailed in place, and the trajectory of bullets came from behind him...

Bah!

The boy who greeted death with open arms fell down, lying in a pool of blood.

Without warning, so suddenly.

Yuzu Yuren turned his head and faced Mu Cangkou, looking at the visitor with a half-crying smile: "Teacher... Wutiao teacher..."

On the roof of the movie theater, the words that he subconsciously refused to listen to clearly, finally reached his ears clearly.

【So, please, Yuren.I must find my little classmate before other magicians get there first, and I must end his life with my own hands. 】

"Qami, tell the other conjurers who came here, and say, "Osamu Dazai's life has been harvested by Gojo Satoru", and I entrust you to deal with the curse spirit."

Jianren Qihai closed his eyes and let out a sigh from his throat: "Ah, leave it to me."

Gojo Satoru passed Knotabagi Yujin in diameter, squatting halfway beside the youth who had completely lost his breath,

【This time, uncle will catch me well, right? 】

【……certainly. 】

"Look, little classmate, the bad adults are actually quite reliable."

Gojo Satoru said this with a smile, but it's a pity that the boy who would puff up his face and refute him is no longer able to speak.

Gojo Satoru took off his uniform jacket, and when he covered the boy, he paused invisibly.

Pursing his lips, Gojo Wu bent down and picked up the young boy's frail body|body, and came to Knotabagi Yuhito and said, "Bring your friends, let's go, we're going back."

"...Teacher, does Dazai-san have to die?" Hirohito Kojo looked up at his teacher.

"Yes." Gojo Satoru simply responded, without interrupting further explanations. The moment the boundary between the magic world and ordinary people was drawn by Dazai Osamu, Dazai Osamu could no longer live.

It wasn't the reason why the higher-ups gave Osamu Dazai a red name, but because of his Gojo Satoru's own decision, and he planned to beat him up.

"I promised." Gojo Satoru looked down at the boy, who closed his eyes tightly, with a reassuring smile as if a dream had come true on his lips: "I will catch him."

Jingle Bell--

Gojo Satoru picked up the phone with a sigh of relief, and a voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, this is MontSt.Clair dessert shop. Are you Mr. Gojo Satoru? Here is a cake ordered by Mr. Dazai. Could you What time is convenient to pick it up?"

[Wow—it's too much for the little classmate to leave the teacher and run away.Even if you run away, bring your teacher with you!dessert!Teacher needs dessert so much right now! 】

[How can I have money! 】

Gojo Satoru hugged the boy whose temperature was gradually freezing in his arms: "What does it taste like?"

"It's mango-flavored, sir." The other end of the phone paused and said, "According to Mr. Dazai's request, the cake is decorated with a lot of mango jelly."

[The candy that day was delicious, mango-flavored, I remember. 】

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Later, Gojo Satoru took back the cake, and the card attached to the cake was written by Osamu Dazai one stroke at a time: To the terrible adults.

Gojo Satoru wanted to say that this was the most unpalatable cake he had ever eaten, accompanied by the blood and tears of the young man, every bite had to be swallowed hard.

The author has something to say: ——Because of you, the perpetrator has become kinder.

It is also very happy to eat sugar...

Mu Cangshi was slaughtered to Wujo Wu, the last chapter of the last chapter.

This chapter be, the next chapter he

[Personally, I feel that Gojo Wu is not the kind who would do things that violate his own Dao because of the love of his children, so how should I put it, I personally think that the way Wujo Wu is handled in this chapter is reasonable, but I personally think that, Do not take it seriously]

感谢在2020-12-1922:13:41~2020-12-2113:33:08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: Moon Boyfriend 10 bottles;

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

[Advance receipt: [Comprehensive] Teacher Wu is also persuading Zai to quit today]

Endless life, endless death.

Hei Shizai never stopped happily running towards Huangquan Biliangzaka.

Until he met a certain strongest, Hei Shizai was shocked to realize that his death plan had been defeated by Waterloo.

A certain most powerful and dedicated fancy invites Hei Shizai to study in a certain country's top magic college.

[Count one to two = two in total. 】

During the time when the slaughter was in vain, a certain strongest was still clinging to him.

Zai is desperate, the script in his hand is suddenly useless!

Teacher Wu smiled: Seriously, I think we must have been in love in our previous life.

Washing Baekjae's indifferent face: Sorry, my lover is Yokohama.