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117 Chapter 117

"Master Dazai."

The mafia bent down respectfully to salute.

At a critical period of dividing the weak GSs, many middle and senior management of port Mafia were leading the team outside, and Dazai Osamu also joined in for fun.

Although his appearance still looks very tender, in the eyes of his subordinates who have been with him for a long time, his majesty will last more than once.

Today is a bumper harvest.

The size and address of a certain branch of GSS were interrogated from the characteristics and language of the captives. After a while, Dazai Osamu applied for the black lizard to accompany him. Because he did not have much combat power, he was asked by Hirotsuki Ryura to not enter the battlefield.

“So boring.”

The sky-sky light reflected in Kamatsu's eyes. Dazai Osamu looked at his surrounding subordinates whose faces were covered by sunglasses, and took out his cell phone.

The shouts of killing gradually subsided.

Dazai Osamu looked at the "lose" on the screen, then looked at Riorang Hirotsu who was walking over with a black and gray, waved his claws and greeted him, "Mr. Hirotsu, I'll go back first."

Port Mafia Building.

The little boy wearing a wide black coat was floating in the corridor.

As soon as he left the mission, Dazai Osamu's body was filled with a dark aura, which was in harmony with its own gloom, as thick as a ball of indelible shadows. When the mafia encountered on the road saw the iconic bandage that covered his eyes, his body shuddered and he quickly bowed:

"Master Dazai."

Even though he knew that there were sunglasses covering him and his head bowing, his expression was still very respectful.

Dazai Osamu glanced at him lightly and stepped onto the elevator that reached the top floor without any expression.

The elevator door is closed.

"call."

The mafia who unfortunately encountered stood up silently and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Lord Dazai's majesty is getting heavier.

As a member who has arranged the other party on the forum, he is really guilty.

Top level.

Dazai Yu walked on the hand-woven carpet and came to the front of the chief's office, the carved double-row doors just opened.

Kyohe, who knew the visitor from the surveillance, looked up from behind the desk, with a smile on his lips: "Welcome back."

"Yeah~"

Dazai Osamu pounced in front of him and smashed into the soft couch. In the door of the spacious room illuminated by the sky, the gloom seemed to retreat from him. This was the rare time door outside Mori Osamu. Dazai Osamu rubbed his soft pillow, and his voice became soft, "I'm back."

"quack!"

Xiaoqi shed tears.

Of course, the wet eyes of birds are mostly due to physiological reasons. When emotionally traumatized, they usually wail with sadness. Xiao Qi's crying action is imitating humans.

Lifting up his wings to wipe away tears, Xiaoqi buried his body in his master's warm shoulder:

"quack!"

After the owner refreshed the location fixed, Xiao Qi's time door to go home became confusing, and he would occasionally be away for a few days.

This time, Xiaoqi happened to miss the time to go to the Lupin small gathering and bid farewell to Lantang. He came back only in the morning when Lantang took the Shinkansen. He hurriedly picked a flower and said goodbye to Lantang.

Kanyo Kiyohe touched Xiaoqi's feathers to show comfort.

He silently swallowed and complained: You said that, it seemed as if Lan Tang was gone.

Dazai Osamu looked at the scene of Xiaoqi acting coquettishly, and his expression was unpredictable.

It's Xiaoqi again.

If it weren't for this crow who was persistent in showing his attentiveness to Lan Tang, Qing and Lan Tang might not have had the deepest relationship as they are now.

It is obvious that Lan Tang can be thrown away, why did he still let him get a job in Mafia?

And Zhongyuan.

Even if he couldn't understand the bird's singing, Dazai Osamu knew that Xiaoqi would definitely be chanting in Kiyoshi's ears.

The tendency to control face is so real.

Eighty-nine out of ten things are unsatisfactory.

The next day was Monday, and Dazai Osamu was at lunch and heard the bad news.

"That slug went to school?"

"Um."

Kanyo Kiyohe put down his chopsticks and said lightly, "Maybe he finally figured it out."

The young intelligence officer hid Lan Tang's role in it. He has not straightened out the love, hate and affection between Lan Tang, Weirlun and Nakaya Nakaya, and he has not told it all. At present, Dazai Osamu only knows that Lan Tang has recovered most of his memory when he sees Nakaya. As for whether Dazai Cat would guess something else...

If you guess, guess.

Even if Mr. Ranbu is here, I believe he can only guess part of it and cannot draw the whole picture.

He was very confident in the complex relationship between these three people.

"With the leader taking the lead, the sheep's children should also sign up one after another..."

Kiyohe Kamiyo believed that the school could keep these students and murmured to himself, "There are also coming here one after another in the orphanage. There are a lot of people. Do you want to expand a class?"

Dazai Osamu mechanically stewed rice.

...The food is no longer delicious.

——Woo.

Kiyowa Kamiyo washed his hands with hand sanitizer, and Dazai Osamu had put down his chopsticks, sat on the chair with a depressed look, exuding a decadent atmosphere of "Don't disturb me".

“…”

This performance...

Did Dazai Cat prepare a big gift for the King of Sheep?

Should I be glad that he was struggling with Oda's manuscript and Mafia's work these days and did not seek trouble with Nakaya Nakaya? If he had a mortal grudge, when Lan Tang came back, the picture would be a bit beautiful.

This is on the top floor of the Mafia Building, and the dining room between the Chief's office and the lounge.

Oda Sasaki Sushu was fighting wits and courage with Dazai's inspiration at the time of being able to see the sea, and they were the only two of them for lunch.

Kiyoshi Kamiyo raised his hand to smear the fluffy brown short hair and joked:

"Dazai, don't let it go."

"You can only become a member of the discipline inspection committee after the exam at the end of the month."

Dazai Osamu was listless: "Oh."

When I heard this, I didn't take those Zhan Wushu to heart.

Um...

This lack of vitality...

The slender fingers fell down the temple and fell on the cheeks to reduce the size, but the baby fat, which still felt good, paused and rubbed tentatively.

Dazai Osamu: "…"

Too much.

Yuanmou's accusation was seen in his eyes. Kanyo Kiyoha smiled apologetically, but his hands were still moving. He held the mentality that one day was one day, and then pinched happily.

"Qinghe!"

Dazai Osamu's eyes widened and his tone became less friendly.

Kiyowa Kamiyo reluctantly withdrew his hand, "Are you still here in the afternoon?"

“…Go back to the dormitory.”

Dazai Osamu covered his face vigilantly, not giving him an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Oh, then remember to dry the quilt."

As if nothing happened, Kanyoshi Qinghe said calmly, "Take out the quilt inside and dry it, and we will change to a new quilt tonight."

“…”

Dazai Osamu: Watching—

Kanyo Kiyo: The Smile of the Dog Scorer JPG

There is no special balcony in the dormitory and will not be exposed to the sun. The windows in the corridor can withstand sunlight.

Dazai Osamu changed his clean pajamas, moved a few chairs to place the sun in the corridor, adjusted the position, took out the quilt from the quilt cover on the bedroom bed, carried it over and spread it on the chair, spread the Qingwa and then spread it on your own.

Finish.

"snort!"

The young man with his eyes looked at the warm white cotton core. He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly snorted heavily, hit the quilt hard, and then was blown by the raised dust.

September is the month of struggle.

Oda Sasaki was racking his brains to write the dinosaur script. Although the progress was not ideal, he at least pushed forward. Dazai Osamu tactical despised his future classmates, but privately prepared for the basic test, and he still paid attention to it strategically. Even the port Mafia was busy this month because of the "GS attack". Needless to say, Colonel and Ozaki Hongye were pushed out by the leader...

Economical.

As a cadre who spends money to become a leader, a person can be said to have not changed his original intention.

Kanyo Kiyohe watched the increase or decrease in the account, and his heart was not fluctuating.

It is difficult to make a profit in the territory and relationship network that have just been swallowed. It is good to not spend money. It will take a while to operate it and most people will recognize the situation.

All are routines.

Unlike him, Mori Ouwa, the only remaining chief secretary assistant was about to get a myocardial infarction, and he couldn't help but start thinking about the channels for money.

This is probably "making money from selling cabbage and having a heart of selling white and white fans"?

Kanyo Kiyoshi expressed his appreciation for this kind of ownership.

Then--

He readily approved the leave for himself and went to Hope Academy.

"Mr. Kamiyo!"

Atsushi Nakajima shouted in surprise.

The boy who was waiting in front of the dormitory turned around and smiled at him.

Atsushi Nakajima inserted the key into the lock, and hurriedly opened the dormitory door and welcomed Kanyoi Kiyoi in: "Why is Mr. Kamiya?"

"Of course I'm here to see you."

Kanyo Kiyohe walked into the dormitory, looked around, and asked, "Are you still used to it at school?"

"Um!"

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes shining brightly. In the expression of Kamiyo Kiyoshi's encouragement, from the classroom content to the teacher's temper, from the canteen food to the relationship between classmates, from part-time jobs to Yokohama weather...

Kamiyo Kiyoshi listened patiently and nodded from time to time.

"I think the school is very good!"

Atsushi Nakajima said this, smiling a little silly.

Kamiyo Kiyoshi automatically appeared in his mind that Atsuna Nakajima was gnawing at the dog before his haircut, and he felt that it matched the smile.

The black-haired boy nodded and started talking about topics such as "Can you keep up with your studies?" "How are you getting along with your classmates?" "I heard that a new classmate is here", and successfully heard the news from Nakaya, Zhongyuan.

There are not many children in Lebo Street and orphanage. Excluding those who are not admitted to school, there are only four classes in the whole grade.

According to the results of the school start test, it is divided into abcd.

The Akutagawa brother and sister who had no foundation were naturally assigned to Class D; and at least they received a little education in the orphanage and could recognize a lot of words, Atsushi Nakajima, who was at least in Class C, and Class B was not without hope, but the exam test not only the knowledge they mastered, but also the on-the-spot performance.

Atsushi Nakajima failed the exam because he was too nervous.

Therefore, it is also in Class D.

And subsequent admissions, who did not take the opening test, were temporarily treated in Class D, and were classmates.

"Classmate Zhongyuan is very awesome."

The purple and golden eyes were full of brilliance, and Atsushi Nakajima described, "He is the kind, that kind. Although it doesn't seem easy to mess with, he is actually very gentle. When Akutagawa hit me last time, Nakahara classmate helped me very handsomely!"

"oh."

Kamiyo Kiyowa repeated slowly, "…Akutagawa beats you?"

"Ahhhhhh!"

Atsushi Nakajima waved his hand in a hurry, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, "That, actually, it's just a little quarrel, a little quarrel hahaha..."

People are bullied by others.

It is not surprising that the dean's twisted education bears the fruit of Atsushi Nakajima.

Shen Dai Qinghe said a few words, and after all, after this matter, there will be someone who will sign a contract with these small psychics next month, and it will begin to be trained by the psychics. It will not be too late to observe Dunjun’s interpersonal relationships at that time.

Hmm.

It wouldn't be that Nakajima Atsushi had become Nakaya's younger brother at that time.

The trend is quite obvious.

I saw the weak little tiger, charged him, and when Kanyo Kiyoshi left, I remembered something, "By the way, you can tell Akutagawa that there will be surprises at the end of the month."

The black-haired boy's smile was unpredictable.

The end of the month.

Atsushi Nakajima opened his mouth in surprise as he looked at Dazai Osamu, who was standing on the podium and carrying his schoolbag.


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