I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

He tilted his head slightly, and his long, wispy hair fell across his forehead, just enough to obscure the cunning glint in his eyes.

W-what? So Dazai was secretly helping the players!

Zhu Yu was greatly surprised, and for once felt a little guilty for concealing the Grand Tutor's actions last time.

Dazai, a great companion for players~

She jumped up from her office chair and quickly squeezed next to Dazai, vowing to stand by him through thick and thin: "Thank you, Dazai."

Dazai, whose spacious spot was suddenly half-occupied by someone: ......

A heat that wasn't his own body temperature seeped through his clothes and pressed tightly against his arm. He stiffened slightly, his muscles involuntarily tensing up, and he subconsciously moved to the empty space beside him.

Zhu Yu: I'll stick it if there's a gap!

She silently moved over as well.

Dazai, realizing that he was about to fall if he moved any further, narrowed his eyes and threatened in a tone that was neither too loud nor too soft: "Hey, if I fall, I might suddenly forget to help you clean up the mess."

So Dazai is going to fall?

Unaware that the culprit was actually himself, someone immediately and enthusiastically stood beside Dazai, placing one hand on Dazai's shoulder and the other on his waist, and easily pushed him to the middle of the sofa like a pushcart.

Dazai had no time to react before he found himself in a different spot: "..."

Zhu Yu nodded in satisfaction, staring blankly at the hand that had just been pressing down on Dazai's waist, under the other party's sinister gaze.

Dazai naturally noticed her actions as well, and his eyes flickered.

“Dazai…” She lowered her hand and looked at him somewhat absentmindedly, which made his heart tighten. “You’re too thin, it’s a bit uncomfortable to hold.”

"Could you eat more? It feels better to touch you..."

“…Heh.” Dazai stopped laughing and turned his head away, not wanting to look at her.

Zhu Yu: ???

Please do not refuse to talk to players!

I hadn't finished speaking yet...

Zhu Yu began her harassment: "Hello, Dazai."

"Grand Tutor, Grand Tutor."

"Hi, Dazai."

Hey, why aren't they responding to the players yet?

Zhu Yu glared at the Taizai, who had his back to her, with dissatisfaction. She quickly walked up to him, leaned in, and brought her face close enough to be dangerously close enough for their breaths to mingle.

Dazai's eyelashes trembled suddenly.

He instinctively held his breath, but still caught a faint scent of cream on her—the smell of the mochi she had eaten not long ago still lingered on her, probably accidentally getting on her clothes.

The way the eyebrows furrow, the frequency of the eyelashes blinking, the subtle curve of the corners of the lips pressed down—every detail is magnified infinitely, as clear as a specimen under a microscope, breathtakingly so.

A jumble of thoughts exploded in his mind. Dazai subconsciously clenched his fists, his eyes lowered slightly, and his eyelashes cast a calm shadow under his eyes.

Zhu Yu didn't think much of it and raised her hand to press his shoulder: "Dazai, talk to me now!"

Haha, players have already learned how to force conversations with NPCs.

Her words also carried a hint of smug satisfaction.

"..." Dazai remained silent.

"Eh—" She seemed to have discovered some new and interesting toy, and curiously reached out her fingertip to gently twirl the other person's long and delicate eyelashes, making an envious sound, "Dazai, your eyelashes are so long."

He instinctively closed his eyes, but this defensive action made his eyelashes brush against the other person's fingertips more clearly—the soft touch was amplified infinitely, like the tip of a quill pen gliding across the most sensitive nerve endings.

He quickly pushed the other person away, pursed his lips, and leaned back to restore a safe distance: "...Alright, what do you want to say?"

Realizing she had gone off-topic, Zhu Yu, focused on the mission, quickly regained her composure: "So, Dazai, were you helping me behind the scenes?"

"Yes," he replied vaguely. "You always go on intelligence-gathering missions in a headlong rush, and this time was no exception. You're the only one who'd barge into someone's house to ask for information..."

Then, Dazai Osamu systematically recounted the outrageous things Zhu Yu had done in the past few days in order to investigate intelligence, and did not forget to emphasize the hard work he had put into cleaning up her outrageous behavior.

The more he talked, the more Zhu Yu sweated.

Haha... How come even the random NPCs have such high intelligence? That shouldn't be the case...

So the mission failed because the player was too arrogant? (Panic)

"Please continue to help me, Dazai." The player lowered his proud head, asking with a pained expression, "What do you need?"

Chapter 80 Please stop thinking!

"Do you mean you'll grant me anything I ask for?" Dazai's tone was somewhat strange.

"Of course, if I have it."

Zhu Yu was quite familiar with the game's mechanics of exchanging items for NPC help, so she was very receptive to it. She had already begun to think about what kind of requests Dazai might make.

Is this the "sea salt crab chiffon cake" I made for Dazai before? He seems to really like it. Ever since he tried it, he's been asking me to make him cakes every few days.

Could it be a new crab figurine? The little crab figurine I gave him when we first met is still sitting on his desk, with a pen resting on one of its raised pincers—it's being used as a pen holder!

If we give one more, they'll make a perfect pair, one on the left and one on the right...

Thinking this, she inadvertently blurted out her thoughts.

"Hmm? Does that mean if I don't help you this time, you won't bring me cakes anymore?" Dazai Osamu sneered, poking Zhu Yu's arm with some dissatisfaction. "[Kawakami]-sama is really good at scheming, you've managed to get rid of me with just a little cake."

"And that childish crab figurine, who would want another one!"

Dazai muttered to himself, trying to prove he wasn't someone with such childish taste: "If I weren't missing a pen holder, I wouldn't have taken it out to use..."

"Ah... Dazai, what do you want?" Having rejected every idea that came to mind, Zhu Yu was also a little confused. Meeting Dazai's excited gaze, she swallowed hard and subconsciously added, "Do you want a whole row? I probably can't give you that many..."

It's generally very difficult to find the same item in a trash can. You might find another one, but finding a whole row of them is impossible!

She spoke vaguely, her intuition telling her that she couldn't reveal that the crab figurine was found in the trash, or something she didn't want to see might happen.

"Not really."

Dazai quickly rejected the idea and suddenly stood up to face Zhu Yu.

He was half a head taller than her, and at that moment he was looking down slightly at her bright eyes—eyes like a clear spring, crystal clear and without any impurities, his unwavering gaze revealing her inner focus and trust.

It was the feeling of being "seen" that he feared most.

The fingers clenched unconsciously.

He paused, unusually hesitant, and said, "It's so boring being alone in the office... It would be so much better if someone were here with me..."

The half-hidden words became gifts wrapped in layers—the wrapping paper represented a cold and hard attitude, the bow a clumsy attempt, and hidden inside was a burning, almost shameful expectation that even they dared not look directly at.

Between the morning bell and the evening drum, there should be the echo of one person's footsteps.

Come to me.

?

Zhu Yu's eyes widened, as if she had heard something she shouldn't have.

Does this mean I should work with him?

It's known that Dazai is already at a level where he can have his own office; the only way to share an office with him would be to be his direct subordinate...

Zhu Yu quickly completed the conversion in her mind and fell into deep thought.

What?! Dazai wants me to be his direct subordinate!

...Could it be that his subordinates are no longer satisfactory to him, leading them to poach people from Sister Hongye's team?

Zhu Yu didn't understand, but she was deeply shocked: "I considered you a partner, and you want to be my boss!"

That's too much, Dazai (pointing and gesturing).

Don't think she's unaware of the miserable lives her subordinates lead—they're constantly retrieving their bosses from the river, running errands for bandages at a moment's notice, and being ridiculed for not keeping up with their bosses' train of thought...

Despite the many hardships and tears, Zhu Yu, a member of the Hong Kong Triads, still heard them quietly complaining about it as he wandered around various corners of the triads.

Zhu Yu seemed to see, through their words, a future where she would be bossed around by the Grand Tutor.

Judging by her own standards, if she could order the Grand Tutor around, she wouldn't be so polite (glancing away).

Zhu Yu's brows furrowed into a small "eight," her entire face filled with disbelief.

Dazai: "..." Whatever you're thinking, please stop thinking.

Under Zhu Yu's accusing gaze, Dazai's eyes flickered, and he suddenly gave up his idea of ​​scolding the idiot.

He silently imagined someone following behind him every day, their eyes shining as they called him "Dazai-sama"...

hiss--

"Ahem..." Dazai cleared his throat awkwardly, swallowing back the words he had intended to say, but quickly put on a confident smile again. "Yes, so what's your choice now?"

Anyway, he won't lose out.

what should I do!

Zhu Yu let out a groundhog-like scream inside his head.

Chapter 81 Guess who didn't receive an invitation~

Stubborn players never give up!

The player activates the skill "Verbal Barrage".

"Dazai, I'm very disappointed." Zhu Yu turned away, leaving only a forlorn silhouette. "Are we to taint our pure friendship with this wicked superior-subordinate relationship? Unacceptable!"

"In the end, it was all in vain..."

Haha, you must be stunned by the player's cool back view!

Dazai: "......" I'll just quietly watch you act.

"Hmm?" Dazai peeked out from behind Zhu Yu's shoulder like a curious cat, trying to see her expression. "Does becoming your boss mean you'll hate me?"

Zhu Yu deliberately didn't turn around, but she could feel the burning gaze behind her. Dazai's breath gently brushed against the back of her neck, like a feather tickling her.

Damn it, Dazai! Please don't stop players from unleashing their "verbal sparring" skills...

Dazai tilted his head, looking left and right, and even took a few steps to the side to try to walk to the opposite side of Zhu Yu, but was silently rejected by someone with their backs.

Faced with Dazai's question, Zhu Yu understood that success or failure hinged on this moment.

She suddenly turned around, her face serious, and took out a piece of white paper and a pen from her system backpack. She drew a few strokes on the paper, and three crooked stick figures appeared on it.

Although they are stick figures, their features are very obvious—the little figure on the left wears a black hat, the little figure in the middle has long hair, a cool glowing background, and is exceptionally tall, clearly showing personal touches, while the little figure on the right only shows one eye and is covered in bandages.

She held up the paper for Dazai to see, and he could tell at a glance who each of the three little figures represented.

“If you really become my boss…” Zhu Yu pointed her finger between the representative and her two little figures, “Our little gathering of the three of us will unfortunately be reduced to just me and Chuuya.”

"Private gatherings, bosses stay away."

As she spoke, she added a stroke to the paper with her pen, and a black line appeared between the stick figures of Chuuya and Zhu Yu, making it look like the two little figures were holding hands affectionately.

The poor Dazai stood alone in the corner, his hands empty.

Hey, guess who didn't get a party invitation?

"?!" Dazai immediately bristled, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his eyes wide open. "No, no! How could you go on a date with that little slug behind my back!"

"That's too much! That's so much!"

His lips immediately curled downwards, he snatched the pen from her hand, connected the hands of Dazai and Zhu Yu, and didn't forget to draw a vertical stroke on Chuuya's hand—adding a wall to separate them.

“This is more like it.” Dazai flicked the paper with his knuckles and showed Zhu Yu his revised work.

Now it's poor Chuuya's turn to stand all alone...

Zhu Yu blinked: "So, Dazai is still going to be my boss?"

How could he not understand the implicit rejection in her words?