The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chu are completely busy when they have tasks, and stay at home or at the headquarters when they have no tasks, so there is no such thing as going to work in the morning.

Until Fu Heihui went to school, the two of them were still sleeping soundly in their respective rooms.

As for Gojo Satoru, because he was going back to host the sister school exchange meeting between the Tokyo School of Curse Art and the Kyoto School of Curse Art, he had already rushed back to Tokyo after having breakfast.

There were only two awake people left at home: Ran Kazamain and Sakunosuke Oda. After breakfast, they packed their coats for each other and went to work together.

Since the end of the protracted war, Yokohama has regained its stability in the past few years, and signed an agreement with [No Name] to exclusively lease ports and shipping lines. With money, the economy is also steadily recovering.

Today's Yokohama looks like a bustling modern city.

It is the time to go to work and school in the morning, and you can see laughing students and office workers walking in a hurry everywhere on the road, and there are also wives who take advantage of the new products in the commercial street in the morning to choose fresh ingredients.

A breath of life.

"Saki Le, eat hamburger meat tonight, remember to come back early."

The lady next to her was smiling and instructing her little daughter, and smoothed out her beautifully combed braids.

"Got it, mom. Goodbye, mom." The little girl waved her hand and jumped onto the school bus.

Oda Sakunosuke paused, looked inexplicably dazed, and met the little girl through the window of the school bus.

The little girl noticed Oda Sakunosuke's gaze, and tilted her head in doubt.

But before the two of them could do anything, the school bus drove away.

Oda Sakunosuke's gaze still followed the school bus, and he turned around to look.

Lan Kazama had a panoramic view of this scene.

He glanced at the license plate number of the school bus, wrote down the school and the license plate number, and smiled again: "Odasaku, what's wrong?"

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned for a while, then slowly shook his head and turned around: "It's okay."

"That girl... smiled happily."

Kazamain Ran didn't understand what Oda Sakunosuke meant when he said this, but she could still sense her lover's inexplicable thoughts, so she raised her hand to wrap her lover's waist, and let him get close to her.

The reassuring heat continuously spread from Kazamain Ran to Oda Sakunosuke.

"Well, the citizens of Yokohama City will laugh happily."

In the sight of Sakunosuke Oda looking over, Ran Kazamain raised her finger and pointed to the students who were frolicking on the way to school not far away.

A piece of peace and quiet.

"Let's go, I'm going to be late for work." Oda Sakunosuke also came out of the inexplicable emotions just now, smiled and held the palm of Kazamain Ran with his backhand, and continued to walk towards the headquarters building of the port mafia.

A group of laughing boys passed by the two of them.

"Help you hurry up, you'll be late later!"

"Is it my fault? It's not that Keji went to the bookstore to grab new comic books."

"Hey, I'm not the only one who likes this book, Yu also likes it."

"Shinji, run slowly, you can catch up!"

……

The wind blowing when the boys ran past stirred the hem of Oda Sakunosuke's trench coat, and also blew Kazamain's silver-white hair.

The two looked sideways at the same time.

"It's so good to go to school and read manga with my friends." Ran Kazama sighed with a smile.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at those children for a long time, until they disappeared from sight, and then smiled heartily.

"Ah."

·

Fu Heihui and the transfer student who was bullied yesterday are not in the same class, but the class next door.

Because there is an unreliable parent in the family, he implements fishing and scouting spots as his life creed.Therefore, Fu Heihui is also affected by it, and often goes to school.

As soon as he stepped into the school with his front foot, the time was up in a second with his back foot. The students of the discipline committee were dumbfounded, and the teacher was so angry that he jumped and had no choice but to do anything.

And when Fu Heihui arrived at the door of the class, he saw a black figure huddled in a ball standing at the back door of the class from a distance, looking around timidly and anxiously, as if expecting someone to come.

Fu Heihui raised his eyebrows, threw his schoolbag onto his shoulder with one hand, and walked over.

Noticing Fu Heihui's black-haired boy, surprise flashed in his eyes: "You're coming to school! I thought you were invited by the teacher to talk to me yesterday because of you."

"Huh? Why do you want to talk to me?" Fu Heihui was a little puzzled.

But seeing the transfer student in front of him subconsciously bit his lip, looking scared, Fu Heihui suddenly realized.

Oh, that's right, generally, when students fight, no matter what the reason is, they will be asked by the teacher to talk to them, and they may be ordered to reflect at home for a few days.

What's more, with his kick yesterday, he kicked that bastard down the stairs. It is estimated that the injury is not serious, and it will not heal in a few months.

Judging by the look of this little fool, he might have squatted here and waited for him early, but he didn't wait for him, but heard the students talking excitedly about what happened yesterday.

As a transfer student, the boy didn't know that this school had zero tolerance for bullying because of Fu Heihui and his parents. He also thought that he was called away to talk or talk to save himself because of the old school's habitual thinking. It's reflection, that's why you're in such a hurry?

Fu Heihui straightened out the cause and effect, and suddenly felt a little more pleasing to the eye when he looked at the transfer student in front of him.

It's just that I'm a little timid, the rest is fine, it's much better than those pretentious gangsters.

"The class bell has already rung, aren't you going back to the classroom?" Fu Heihui glanced at the boy who was still huddled up, and was about to push the back door of the class.

But the transfer student pulled the sleeves: "Wait, wait!"

He asked eagerly: "My name is Yoshino Junpei, how about you?"

"Also, thank you for saving me yesterday. These are handmade biscuits made by my mother. She is very good at making them. Would you like to try them?"

As if he was afraid that he would shrink back again, the transfer student poured out all the words he wanted to say, and then revealed the snack bag that he had been clutching in his hand just now, and stretched out his palm tremblingly towards Fu Heihui.

Because of being too nervous, Yoshino Junpei twisted the originally exquisite dessert bag, and the sweat from his palms also rubbed on the bag, which made the beautiful bag with small flowers printed in a mess.

But Fu Heihui didn't dislike him.

He was about to frown and say no when he wanted to refuse, but suddenly remembered Kazama Yardan's instructions in the morning.

So Fu Hei Hui paused, and coldly reached out to take the snack bag: "Fu Hei Hui."

"And this." Fukuroi threw the snack bag that Oda Sakunosuke asked him to bring over: "My father made it, you can eat it."

After speaking, he turned and entered the classroom.

Yoshino Junpei, who was in a hurry to catch the snack bag, stood outside the door, a little dazed.

After a while, he laughed.

Like, life in the new school is not bad, either?

He suddenly began to look forward to a new life.

Maybe Mom was right and they would find peaceful happiness in Yokohama.

·

"Damn it! That guy named Fu Heihui, he's so ruthless!" In front of the convenience store facing the street, a young man with green hair was squatting on the side of the road with a bandage and plaster on one hand, and said angrily, "He thought What kind of thing is he? He should have such an attitude towards Lao Tzu!"

The little gangsters around also flattered: "That guy is blind, and he doesn't even look at who they provoked! Boss, don't worry, we will stop him on the road after he gets out of school today, and we must beat him until the boss relieves his anger." !"

Narita was a little proud of being praised, but as soon as he habitually wanted to reach out, his entire face wrinkled in pain.

"Hey... Damn it, it hurts me to death!"

Narita scolded viciously: "If you don't cut off all the limbs of that guy, he doesn't know who has the final say in the school!"

"Correct!"

"That's right!"

However, amidst the clamor of echoes, a shot/shot suddenly sounded.

"boom!"

The gangsters were suddenly dumbfounded and backed away weakly.

Then they were shocked to find that the shot hit Narita's injured arm.

Bright red blood flowed out from the bullet/hole, and slowly spread on the white plaster bandage.

Narita was in so much pain that he covered his arms and rolled all over the floor, screaming and crying with tears all over his face.

"It's ugly, you bastard."

A young voice came from afar.

The black-haired young man had a pair of beautiful iris-colored eyes, but he was so cold that anyone who met his gaze would bow their heads in fear.

He was wearing a formal black suit with a crisp black overcoat draped over his shoulders.As his leather shoes hit the ground, they made a regular sound, and the hem of his coat swayed behind him.

Beside the young man, a slender young man with orange-red hair was wearing a hat, looking at the gangsters with a dangerous look of anger.

Behind the two, followed by a whole team of people in sunglasses and black suits.

As the two walked, the black suits quickly ran up and surrounded the place.

And the street that was supposed to be bustling, I don't know when it started to be empty.

"Tsk, look at you, you have eaten your snot." Osamu Dazai stood still not far from the gangsters, looking down at the guy who was shot in the arm, with disgust in his eyes: "This shot/bullet hit the guy in the arm." Everything on you is a waste. Your value is not as good as the price of this bullet. "

"It's a waste like you, what do you want to do to Huihui, huh?"

Osamu Dazai asked in a low voice, his kite-colored eyes were full of coolness.

Narita was taken aback.

He was trembling all over, looking at the people in black suits coming around, the strong oppression made his legs so weak that he couldn't even stand up, he could only wriggle on the ground in embarrassment, trying to stay away from these people.

At first glance, these people belonged to the port mafia, especially the one who was talking to him, who seemed to be a powerful person.

How could someone like him, who collects protection fees from students at school, be able to beat him!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, please forgive me, I didn't mean it." Narita trembled, his mind was so confused that he couldn't think of anything, he just kept crying and begging for mercy, wanting to be forgiven.

The same goes for the rest of the punks.

Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his lips, spread his arms rather boredly, and the gun hanging on his finger spun around for a circle.

Then he turned and walked away.

Just as Narita breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the young man lazily say, "Chuya, I'll leave it to you."

Nakahara Chuya snapped the knuckles of his fingers and looked at Narita with terribly gloomy eyes.

The kind of killing intent brought by the real wading from death and fighting is definitely not something Narita can resist.

He was terrified and paralyzed on the spot.

"Dare to bully Huihui's friends, dare to say that you want to bully Huihui? Huh? I think you don't want to live anymore!"

"Isn't that right...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"