The temperature in winter was a bit cold. When Kanyo Kiyowa stepped into the banquet hall with stars, he felt the warmth of spring.
Xiaoqi on his shoulder rattled: [Master, it's so bright!]
Thank you, it’s not your master, I.
Kiyo Kamiyo looked up at the huge crystal chandeliers in the center of the ceiling, as well as various types of lighting on all sides. His eyes were on a string of star lanterns wrapped around the tall Christmas tree, and began to think about whether there was anything wrong with handing over the layout of the venue to girls like Hongye Sister and Yin.
That's right.
Students from Akutagawa Gin and other Hope Academy also came to attend the banquet. Kanyo Kiyoka, with the simple concept of crowds and lively, invited these future mafia members.
——Although Atsushi Nakajima probably won’t join mafia in the future…
——But as he and Mori Ouwai said, the Port Mafia has become the actual manager of the city. In this sense, isn’t the Secret Service Department also a brother or even a subordinate department?
It's still a family after going around.
Shen Dai Qinghe walked in.
On his right side, a band wearing a waiter uniform, with a complete vest leader, a band composed of members of the Mafia who have a skill in musical instruments, is playing a cheerful melody. What is rare is that their appearance is higher than the average Mafia, and there is no big problem except that there are a lot of guitarists;
On the left are long tables, and on the white tablecloth are all kinds of food that can be used freely. What is rare is that there are many Chinese dim sums he likes this time.
It was arranged by Sister Hongye.
After some thoughts, he recognized the strawberry dumplings even if there were strawberry dumplings.
...Not really, is it?
Kiyoshi Kamiyo's eyes couldn't help but surf the long table. I found that these Chinese meals were at least not problematic in appearance. The filling on the dumpling skin was not as color as fruit. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The black-haired boy's lips curled slightly, and he saw Dazai Osamu behind the crowd.
"Qinghe here!"
Dazai Osamu also saw him, and waved his hands brightly. Kanyo Kiyowa walked forward quickly: "What are you playing?"
Mengye Kusuo answered: "The truth is a big adventure!"
He showed off, “Mr. Oda won many times.”
This is a mode of deciding the loser and punishing it by a simple rock-scissor.
What Oda Saki won a lot of times means that Kamiyo Kiyo and Akutagawa Ryunosuke who looked at Oda Saki--
really.
Akutagawa lost.
The truth he chose, Oda Sasaki asked him how he recovered.
"It's so boring." Dazai Osamu yawned and complained repeatedly, "Oda Zuo's problems are too conservative."
"You go on the field and win Oda?"
“…”
Dazai Osamu was silent.
All right.
It seems that I tried it but failed.
When Kamiyo Kiyoshi was pushed up by Osamu Dazai, he thought so.
In games like Rock-Scissors, as long as they have sufficient dynamic vision and quick movements that come first, or have a comparable judgment ability to read minds, they are not impossible to cheat.
——But that would be boring.
When Kanyo Kiyoha thought about this, he lost the rock-scissor without making any small moves, chose the truth, and then he regretted it.
At Dazai's instigation, Oda apologized for asking the question:
"Is there anything you have to hide from your best friend? Please randomly say something that does not contain organizational secrets, but is serious enough."
Shen Dai Qinghe: "…"
Dazai Osamu looked at him with a smile.
Shen Dai Qinghe: “…………”
Dazai Osamu: Watching—
The amber eyes and the kite-colored look at each other easily, as ever, the former easily compromised.
Kanyo Kiyoshi handed the Koki on his shoulder to Nakabara who was watching on the side, and nodded to this corner full of acquaintances in accordance with the etiquette, and pulled Dazai Osamu to a farther place.
The surrounding area of the banquet hall is close to the wall, and the door-like corners are divided into various shapes of partitions. The mafia gathered in groups of three or three to play games and talked. This year's annual meeting does not require clothing, and even encourages everyone to wear clothes freely. However, the mafia's creativity is obviously not very good, and it is still dark when looking around.
There may be reasons why male members account for the majority and there are too few clothes in men's wardrobe.
The Divine Age Qing and Stop.
This corner is decorated with a small garden feeling, with wooden fences scattered, and the delicate roses are blooming on the fences.
It seems that the fresh roses just sent from the flower shop, and you can get close to you and smell the undispersed fragrance of flowers, which intertwine with the fragrance of desserts in the air to form a nice smell.
Dazai Osamu still had a smile on his face and asked curiously: "What should I go so far?"
Shen Dai Qinghe said with a look of the world: "One of the reasons why the previous leader was cremated was that he had a distinct high-heeled shoe print on his chest."
“…”
Dazai Osamu reacted for two seconds, then raised his foot with a bright smile, found the right position and stepped on it hard.
Shen Dai Qinghe:!!!
it hurts.
Should I be glad that the shoes I wear are thick enough?
Soon the pain disappeared to almost nothing, but for the sake of Dazai's cat's mood, the senior poop shoveler Kyoka still made a hurt expression, following Dazai Osamu who was sprinting back angrily, as if he apologized for guilt.
This is when Mori Ouwa came.
Since the last time I was greatly stimulated by the three-moon idea, Mori Ou bought a lot of Ma Yuan books under the recommendation of the god of the age of Qinghe. These days, he is wandering in the ocean of politics and cannot extricate himself.
The existing concepts in his mind were constantly overturned and reorganized, and the process of reshaping his thoughts greatly reduced his work efficiency, and Alice had to help him share the burden.
All in all, it's very difficult.
Mori Ouwai, who was dizzy in his studies, also saw the leader's place, and gathered in a corner of truth-telling adventure. At this time, the winner had already changed to Nakaya Nakaya. The boy from the loser Ozaki Hongye looked at him with a smile, as if he was a little embarrassed. The question he asked was too much-
I only asked about the height of this female cadre.
171.
I was slightly criticized by this answer. Mori Ouwai of 175 considered that the lady had a high heel bonus, so she stood silently far away from Ozaki Hongye.
How tall are Miss Hongye’s high heels?
Mori Ouwa subconsciously looked down at the ground, and then saw the clear footprints on Kamiyo Kiyo and the shoes.
“…?”
While tying a question mark, Mori Ouwai, who had already found the suspect based on interpersonal relationships, couldn't help but look at his cheap student, and saw Dazai Jun smiling, as if nothing had happened, and the leader next to him...
He silently withdrew his gaze.
never mind.
Dazai Jun’s destiny is so good. He will be promoted to a cadre tonight—
Thinking about the benefits, this means that the leader intends to promote everyone, and as long as he has enough credit, he will become a cadre sooner or later.
Mori Ouwai no longer thinks about the position of leader.
——To be more rigorous, when the leader is still the Goddess Qinghe, he will not spy on that position again.
The annual meeting will officially begin soon.
Kanyo Kiyohara calmly pulled out a tissue, wiped off the marks on the upper, calmly stepped onto the hosting stage, calmly... No, he announced the news of Dazai Osamu's promotion to cadre in an inexplicably cold but inflammatory tone.
The band played passionate music at the right time, and finally the drummer who was able to show off his skills beat the drums and pulled the ribbon spray, spraying colorful small ribbons around without any difference, pushing the atmosphere of the banquet to climax.
ah.
It's hard to get rid of.
Feeling a ribbon on his head, Kanyo Kiyohe paused in slightest steps, silently accelerating his speed away from the severely affected area in the center of the banquet hall.
In the corner, the game of rock-scissors has stopped.
Kanyo Kiyowa sat quietly on a sofa chair, asking Dazai Osamu to help him pick up the debris from his hair, looking around him
The look of his eyes was filled with laughter, "What are your expressions?"
Akutagawa Ryunosuke's expression gradually became fanatical.
Sure enough, as expected, Mr. Dazai’s friend is so outstanding!!
It's worthy of it.
Nakabara Nakaya looked at Atsushi Nakajima's expression sympathetically and felt the resonance; he accidentally saw Ryunosuke Akutagawa...
——I retracted my gaze with a sad look.
The most calm one is Akutagawa Gin.
This girl who was not a supernatural person, as a family member, was only a little surprised and soon recovered her smile. She was even whispering to the sitting Hongye Ozaki.
Um.
Fortunately, I was sitting.
Otherwise, Sister Hongye would have to bend down to hear it?
——Forgive him for being particularly sensitive to height.
Soon many people came here to toast and celebrate Dazai Osamu, and Rando brought low-degree beer to Dazai; from time to time on the stage, people went on stage to perform their talents, Kanyo Kiyowa patted his hair and stood up to enjoy the show.
He was wearing a tuxedo today.
European retro style, black, the most traditional British style, high lapels and double-breasted styles, look solemn. - This, together with Dazai Maocao's reputation in Mafia, effectively dissuaded many mafia members who were infected by the banquet atmosphere and wanted to pull the newly promoted cadres to get drunk.
Then--
They turned around and moved their targets to find Zhongyuan Zhongye.
Shen Dai Qinghe: "…"
Nakaya's good popularity and part-time student, that is, the identity of no specific position is undoubtedly a strange bonus at this time. Even if Lan Tang is blocking her without a trace, there are still endless people who come to Nakaya.
Dazai Osamu sneered and deliberately stood next to his friends, so that more people could turn the corner—
Kanyo Kiyoro watched as the person who came from Zhongya raised his glass without hesitation, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.
Remember Xiaoqi still wants to sing while listening?
It feels like there is no chance.
"Qiya." Dazai Osamu gently hit his shoulder, signaling him to see a mafia member who was particularly tall and strong, who was changing the empty glass for Nakabara and putting on a new wine, with a smile on his eyes, "This man has Russian ancestry and a very enthusiastic and bold personality."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhongyuan had already drunk the glass of wine that looked grape-red...
Dazai Osamu's voice rang out slowly: "I guess there is vodka inside."
"Bang!"
Zhongyuan also grasped the wine glass in his hand.
"Bang!"
Immediately afterwards, I stepped on the sofa beside my feet.
In the black and red light, the Central Plains also laughed and took off into the air, flying to the ceiling, leaving a huge hole.