【Taizhong】Misplacement

PartB

B1

The 28-year-old Osamu Dazai once nestled comfortably on the sofa at home on weekends when he was not working, surrounded by a large pile of soft pillows. It’s just like a hamster crawling into a pile of sawdust; there’s a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the low shelf that’s within reach by the sofa. With a crumpled straw on the top, Dazai is holding Nakahara’s iPad in his hand (a new model launched at the press conference in March, with a completely borderless transparent design that looks like an ordinary thin piece when it is turned off or locked. Glass) to watch movies, watched several new commercial blockbusters recently, and picked two classic nostalgic ones, and finally ran out of choices, so I started to search for the popular animation dramas of the past few years.

After waiting for an hour, Nakahara Nakahara, who had finished his workout upstairs and took a shower, came down with a towel to dry his hair and went to the kitchen to search for food. When he passed by the living room, he glanced and saw that Osamu Dazai was actually watching cartoons. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he stopped behind him: "What are you looking at?"

Dazai, who just finished one episode, exited the full screen and showed the title to his lover behind him.

Nakahara blinked, and saw the title at the top: "Re: ゼロから先める异世界生活"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The mafia cadre was a little dazed: "What the hell?"

Osamu Dazai clicked on to the next episode, then beckoned to Chuya with a smile, and explained the motivation for him to watch the tenth episode in a few words: "This male protagonist has a kind of 'infinite backtracking'. Abilities, every time you survive a stage safely, you can go to the next save point, otherwise, if you die, you can only go back to the save point—doesn’t it sound very interesting!”

"Really?" Zhongyuan Zhong also lost interest.Everyone is an ability user, so he is not very curious about other people's abilities, and his own abilities are very convenient and interesting.

"Chuya, come and see here." Dazai pressed the pause, moved a few pillows away, and wanted someone to sit in his arms, "here——what would Chuya do under the conditions and current situation?"

"Huh? Kid, are you? Don't pull me, I'm taking General for a walk."

After struggling for 3 minutes, Osamu Dazai won in the end.Zhong Yuanzhong also took the orange juice on the low shelf, disgusted with the useless straw that was badly bitten, and drank half of the glass from the rim.Then he impatiently walked around to the front of the sofa, and pushed aside the pile of pillows that could bury a large living person (with the indispensable complaint of "you can't be called a part-time worker when you clean up yourself later"), as if someone People would like to sit in the small space between the two long legs.When he sat down, Nakahara's undried hair dripped onto Dazai's neck. Dazai sighed and let Nakahara hold the tablet, while he himself took off the towel on top of his head and began to dry it little by little. Stains of water on limp hair.

On a beautiful weekend, there is no work in Zhongyuan, and there is no need to work overtime. The whole person is in a lazy state.It felt comfortable for Dazai to brush his hair, and it felt comfortable to sit in this man's arms with his legs bent, and the smell of the shower gel on both of them was the same familiar one, so he completely relaxed after a while, and went to With their heads tilted and lying on Dazai's shoulders, the two adults who are both 28 years old and who can silence half of Yokohama's name just watched the anime series adapted from light novels on the weekend.

...I still watch it with gusto, and from time to time there are serious discussions about a certain plot point in the animation, such as "the choice of the male protagonist and my own choice under the same premise".

However, if you have seen it, you have seen it. On the next Monday, they each started a new week of work, and they all forgot about the harem light change they watched on the weekend.For Osamu Dazai, the long-legged, slender-waisted and beautiful-faced young ladies in reality may not be able to stay in his memory for more than three days, let alone the Two-dimensional little girl who is separated by a layer of screen. His home is also beautiful.

Osamu Dazai thought so at the time.

——However, when he encounters a suspected "soul exchange with his past self" at the moment, although it stems from his confidence in himself and Yu Zhongye's strength, he doesn't feel that he is the "return by death" in the animation, but But I still felt empathy for the male protagonist's experience of "unexpected events when the strategy is almost the same", and he felt the same for the first time.

Think about it, upon waking up, the life of Zhongye, who had worked so hard to successfully conquer the Raiders before, and spent all day eating, drinking, and playing at home raising mushrooms all returned to zero, while on the other side, a little ghost could hug his Lover, sleeping on his bed, eating his snacks... and yet he is here, accepting this reality for who knows how long it will last, while handling the mountain of work for that brat! ! !

It's so frustrating, just thinking about it, the desire to cut down my carotid artery with a knife in order to die with my past self is particularly strong.

As for why he didn't really do it, it's all because...

The 28-year-old Osamu Dazai regained his ten-year-old shell. He put another arm on the armrest of the seat, supported his chin, and sighed softly.

"Do you have any questions?" The bunny girl who stood quietly by the side bent down and smiled, "Mr. Dazai?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Osamu Dazai showed a flawless smile.He looked at the billiard table in the center of the room, his eyes were flat, and he gently turned the black smooth cue in his hand, "Whose turn is it next?"

The smile on the bunny girl's face froze: "This..."

The next one should be her boss, Mr. Koizumi, the actual controller of the casino.But in the current situation on the table, after the extremely precise shot by the glamorous beauty in kimono, the outcome is already very clear. Whether her boss still plays the last shot will not change the result.

And Mr. Mori Ogai, sitting on the chair in the middle here, did not respond to the behavior of his subordinates who did not save face for the master on other people's sites. He was just turning slowly The cue in the second hand, the teacup poured with black tea was left untouched, and his expression looked quite relaxed.

It's as if he really just brought the cadres to this casino to gamble a few sums of money, and just happened to win a lottery.

But the bunny girl couldn't help feeling a retreat, and really wanted to find an excuse to leave this VIP room as soon as possible.

Because she is beautiful, she often serves some distinguished guests who come for business or personal reasons in the casino, and she also sees many things happen from this. After a long time, she has a little bit of precise sense of smell, knowing what situation and what atmosphere , and then there must be some unfriendly things happening.

For example now.

My boss entertained the leader of the port mafia and his two cadres at his home site, and used a snooker game as a false peace to talk about why the business that was about to lead to cooperation suddenly fell through. He still chose his competitor—the old man who fled to the central region like a bereaved dog as a partner.

It wasn't going well, Bunny could tell.And this group of mafia didn't mean to be polite at all. The snooker used to ease the atmosphere was decided by them with a big gap. Fine beads of sweat.

With the character of the boss, he probably wouldn't just let it go like this;

But judging by the attitude of the mafia, it seems that they have no intention of making today's negotiation amicable...

Koizumi Ichiro, a gangster who made his fortune in Hokkaido, put the cue aside with a smirk, and immediately one of his subordinates respectfully took over the expensive cue: "It seems that your port mafia is determined to fight with you." We are enemies."

Under such circumstances, if the mafia wants to act arrogantly, then the leader, Mr. Mori, will definitely not answer the words of the other party's boss in person, and will usually let the cadres at the next level do it for him; Dazai, who is the top cadre, is far behind Dazai, who has just been promoted, so obviously, even if she has to work for Mr. Mori from [-] to [-] all of a sudden, No matter how reluctant, Dazai had no choice but to play his role seamlessly at this moment.

So he sighed calmly again, changed the position of the two overlapping long legs, and casually asked Mr. Sen who was sitting at the top: "Boss, did he say so?"

Mori Ogai was very calm: "Ah, I heard it, Dazai-kun. It sounds a little scared. I'm afraid that the PPKs in the arms of the bodyguards behind Mr. Koizumi have already opened the insurance. I have a little question here— —”

Osamu Dazai made a respectful expression.

Ogai Mori was a little surprised at the cooperation of this young man who is usually not easy to mess with today: "—that is, what time is it now? If it's eleven o'clock, I have to leave to pick up Alice and make a reservation a week in advance cake."

Ozaki Momiji glanced down at the watch with a thin metal strap on his wrist: "Ten fifty. If you leave now, the time is just right, because there will be traffic jams on the road."

"Ah, is that right? Then let's turn the corner and buy some black tea, Mr. Hongye, I heard from Mr. Little Tiger that he recently bought a batch of tea with a very high quality."

"——Then, that's it." Osamu Dazai turned his head, looked at Koizumi Ichiro who was full of shock and anger, and suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled at him, "If you run for your life now, Mr. Koizumi, maybe you will die Be decent."

The bunny girl next to him took a few steps back silently after these words, hiding herself in the shadow beside the pillar.

It's just that the atmosphere in the arena is on the verge of breaking out, and no one cares about paying attention to a little girl.Koizumi Ichiro was furious: "—"

He just opened his mouth, and before he could utter the first syllable, he was interrupted by the opened door.

The heavy door panel slammed into the wall and bounced back. The loud sound made Ichiro Koizumi startled, but he hadn't looked back to see who was so desperate. The next moment, the strong smell of blood came with the opened door. It poured in, and the bodyguard standing outside the door still kept that standing posture motionless. After a pause for a few seconds, he fell silently into the room inside the door covered in blood.

There was a muffled "bang" sound as a heavy body hit the ground.

Seeing this scene, Osamu Dazai finally felt that his mood, which had been depressed all morning, had eased a little bit.

In the silence of the room, the sound of unhurried footsteps sounded outside the door again.While wiping the blood stains on his gloves, Zhong Yuan Zhong also stepped on the pool of blood carelessly, walking all the way from the other end of the corridor.

He walked into the VIP room at the end of the corridor, ignored the stunned enemies, walked straight to the leader, took off his hat and saluted: "The outside has been cleaned, leader."

Then he abided by the upper and lower ranks and saluted the two cadres on both sides.

When he raised his head, Osamu Dazai saw that Chuya's eyes obviously paused on him, then slid away without any emotion, and moved to another place.

Ahhh, this feeling of being obviously angry, but still deliberately ignoring me. The 28-year-old Osamu Dazai sighed in his heart.How nostalgic!

So he smiled silently, and the young cadre who was listless just now was full of vitality in an instant.Dazai looked at his partner at this time with a smile, deliberately prolonging the end of his words: "Every time I see him, he also salutes me, and I feel that it is absolutely worthwhile to put in so much effort to become a cadre—"

Nakahara Chuya's five fingers holding the hat on his chest shrank suddenly, and the brows twitched uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Mori Ogai and Ozaki Momiji stood up, and also regarded the enemy as nothing, leading a group of people behind them out of here, and thoughtfully leaving space for these two.

"Then the last place will be handed over to you two, let's go first~"

The door slammed shut again.

Without a boss who needed to keep a calm and self-sustaining image, Nakahara Nakaya looked at the hateful smile on the face of the green mackerel, held back, and finally couldn't hold it back. Gritting his teeth in his eyes, he rushed forward! !

"Too! Zai! Rule!"

The Mr. Cadre who was named looked at the fist getting closer and stepped back with a smile: "So angry?"

However, those few steps back were useless, and Nakahara Nakaya quickly approached him. Just when everyone thought that the two men from the port gangster were about to start an inexplicable internal strife, Nakahara Nakaya, whose fist was already on the bridge of Dazai Osamu's nose, was about to hit His eyes sharpened sharply, and at the same time Osamu Dazai suddenly lowered his body, allowing Chuya's fisted arm to press down, supporting his shoulders and turning over, and the positions of the two were instantly reversed! !

Slamming the unresponsive enemies behind Dazai into the wall, Nakahara stepped on someone's face and fell back to his original position, standing back to back with Dazai.

At this time, the coat that he had just thrown into the air fell again, and the young cadre candidate reached out to catch the coat and put it back on his body, gritted his teeth secretly, with a stinky face: "I'll settle the score with you for the past few days later! !"

The 28-year-old Dazai just drew his gun and pointed out two enemies. From these words, he once again felt the youthful vigor that belonged to Nakaya, and suddenly felt that he had also returned to eighteen.

He smiled and agreed.

"Okay. Set up the ledger—the person who doesn't talk for a while is a puppy."

TBC.