At 4:30 in the morning, I saw Begonia flowers...ah, Dazai Osamu was still awake.
He was lying on the bed, covering his left eye with one hand, and staring blankly at the empty space with his right eye.
"Ah, why do I have to go to junior high school all over again..."
[Host, you have never been to school since you appeared in this world] The system said in a heartbroken tone.
[The boss of the black organization actually won’t let you go to school!!!] It was filled with righteous indignation.
Ah this...
In fact, the adoptive father found a tutor for him, but...
Start the memory lane.
The young boy wore a small suit, sat obediently, and raised his hands from time to time.
"Teacher, your answer is wrong..."
"Teacher, there are three other solutions to this question..."
"teacher,…………"
"Teacher, why can a teacher with such a poor level still be my teacher?" The boy said this as if he was confused.
The tutor broke her guard on the spot, covered her face and cried.
"It's my fault! My level is not worthy of being the young master's teacher, please let me go... Oh no, please find another teacher." So the tutor ran away crying.
boss:……
He stared intently at the boy with an innocent expression and bad behavior, and sighed.
So there were no more tutors.
That boss took Dazai Osamu around the world, including the legendary Hawaii.
The memory is over.
"I didn't expect that father still didn't give up." The young man turned over.
"Should I say it's okay that Di Guang's uniform isn't ugly?" If the entire PK Academy had green uniforms...
Kaajiu betrayed the organization on the spot (crossed out)
He checked carefully last night. In this world, there is no superpower or inability to learn.
Although there are Ke Xue's little tennis, little basketball, little volleyball, sprinting and figure skating...
Except for Conan, all other programs are safe for daily exercise!/Zhensheng.
[Student is a good disguise. If the host does nothing at your age, you will be suspected!] The system said bitterly.
"No, aren't there a lot of dead nerds who dropped out of school in Neon? What's wrong with one more of me!" Osamu Tsushima said confidently.
[You are right, the boss doesn’t listen, next time] The system has gone through vicissitudes and lit a cigarette.
Shuji Tsushima:……
He couldn't refuse to co-author it.
Teiko's school uniform is white suit trousers + light blue shirt + black tie.
As soon as I put on this outfit...
"Ah, what's going on with this feeling of being a sickly, melancholic prince!!!"
"Is this really the kind of character Dazai Osamu can have?!!"
[Use your cosplay skills, host, and arrange a perfect character for the transfer student] The tone of the system is bland.
"Okay, let's call it the sick and melancholy prince." He said, relaxing the muscles on his face and adjusting his expression.
When he raised his head again, the melancholy in his brows and eyes was about to overflow. There was an impatience lingering in his body, and he had a kind of fragility and neurosis that was far away from the world.
Isn’t it just DK Zai? He can! Coser can’t say no!
Gin really arranged a driver for him.
And a man in a suit who looks like a handsome old butler.
This old housekeeper looks a bit familiar.
"Welcome back to Tokyo, Master Shuji."
"My wife must be very happy to know that you are okay."
Oh! I remembered that the two corpses in front of him on the day of the time travel were not looked at carefully at the time. Now that I think about it, there was actually a painting in the hall. In addition to the couple, there was an old housekeeper and an old housekeeper on the painting.
Later, the extra boy Tsushima Shuji appeared.
The system hides merit and fame.
"Long time no see, Grandpa Tanaka." The young man lowered his long eyelashes and spoke softly.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" The old housekeeper looked distressedly at the young master's left eye, which was bandaged, as well as his neck and exposed left hand.
Shuji Tsushima:...Can I say that there is nothing wrong with me at all?
"It's just an accident." The young man stood in the dark against the light, looking frivolous and unreal.
"...Please get in the car." The old housekeeper seemed to want to say something more, but finally stopped.
He just stepped forward and opened the car door for him and stood aside waiting for him to get in the car.
After Tsushima Shuji got into the car naturally, the old housekeeper closed the door and got into the passenger seat.
[Tsk tsk tsk, corruption, corruption] The system suddenly appeared to complain.
"Is this corrupt? When I was with that gentleman, weren't there even more corrupt scenes?" Tsushima Shuji said.
I have to say that the black organization in his world is really awesome.
It doesn’t matter that they have research bases all over the world, they control the political power of small countries, and they are even behind the transfer of power in big countries.
Being as rich as a country is really not just talk.
In some countries, Shuji Tsushima accompanied his father and enjoyed the treatment of a king and a crown prince, tsk.
…
"Hey, did you hear that there is a new transfer student coming to our class today?"
"It's been so long since school started. Is there something wrong?"
"Really, how can you miss others so much?"
"I hope it's a handsome guy!"
"Then I hope she is a beautiful woman."
A class was buzzing about the upcoming transfer students.
"Dong dong dong - quiet" the head teacher of the Mediterranean class knocked on the podium.
"Tsushima-san, please come in." After seeing the students quiet down, he turned to face the door and said.
That is an...incredibly beautiful boy.
He wore the same school uniform as them, but he was obviously more handsome and noble when he wore it.
He looked very sick and frail. Bandages were wrapped from his left eye to both wrists. White bandages were also attached to the knuckles of both hands. Only half of his right face and right eye were exposed.
A frail and fragile delicacy that fills the realm of fantasy.
"This is the first time we meet, I am Tsushima Shuji." He took the chalk and wrote the four words Tsushima Shuji on the blackboard, turned around and said to the young girl below.
After a while, scattered applause of welcome broke out.
"Tsushima-kun, your seat is at the last one by the window..."
Thinking of what the Mediterranean class teacher said, Tsushima Shuji silently walked to the last seat by the window.
The place is already filled with textbooks, and there is a satchel and a lunch in the drawer.
He took out his bag and rummaged through it. There were four or five pens and inks he commonly used, as well as other things he wouldn't think of bringing.
"Hey, Tsushima-kun, why did it take so long for Tsushima-kun to transfer to another school after school started?" Someone came up to him and asked.
With short brown hair and fair complexion, he is a JK who can score a six.
"Because I was treated abroad before and I just returned to China a few days ago."
"Hey, Tsushima-kun, are you sick?"
"It's just a minor problem, thank you for worrying."
"Na na Tsushima-kun..."
Almost all the girls in the class ran around his seat to ask for help.
This caused the other boys to murmur in dissatisfaction.
"What? He looks like a sick man who is about to die."
"That's right, you're a soft-spoken guy, these girls are really not picky."
"I can only rely on this appearance to make the little girl sympathize..."
Shuji Tsushima's eyes darkened as he clearly sensed malice.
Compared to the familiar small group around him, isn't it normal for Shuji Tsushima to be a suddenly inserted individual and cause dissatisfaction from others?
Rather, he was looking forward to what that group of people could achieve.
At noon, he came to the rooftop alone with his lunch box in his arms.
Originally, the rooftop was the exclusive domain of the Miracle Generation in the Teiko Basketball Club.
Unfortunately, the Miracle Generation went their separate ways after graduation, and no one else was too lazy to run to the rooftop, so the rooftop was completely empty.
It gave him a good place to be quiet and lazy.
"Yo Xi, let's skip class in the afternoon!" he thought, lying lazily on the rooftop and closing his eyes.
The classroom on the other side.
"Hey, Ito, why don't we do this..."
"Shut up, Ishii, we just gave that kid a warning."
"Hey, if you dare to talk nonsense to that kid, don't blame me for being rude." The man named Ito turned around and threatened the others.
He couldn't wait to see the boy cry.
However, Tsushima Shuji did not show up for the whole afternoon.
He didn't slowly return to the classroom until five minutes before school ended.
Under the quiet glances from around him, he stood next to his seat.
The desk was still brand new in the morning, but now it is covered with dazzling ink marks, and brand-new pen corpses are scattered here and there...
To be honest, what Tsushima Shuji is thinking right now is: This is it, this is it, this is it?
The people sitting around the transfer student seemed to hear the transfer student sigh slightly.
The teacher on the podium spoke the next moment when school was over, and the transfer student also spoke.
"Sorry, you may have to leave later." He said.
"Huh? Why? There's something wrong with your stuff, why should everyone waste time with you? Just stay here and wipe it out slowly~ Transfer student." A gentle-looking boy mocked.
"Then, can you tell me who did it?" The transfer student sighed and said helplessly.
Some people's eyes wandered and they didn't dare to look at him.
Some people looked confused and angry.
"We don't know, right?" the boy asked in a loud voice.
"Yes...yes, we didn't see anything..."
"We don't know anything..."
"Did you hear that? If you hear clearly, let us go." The boy said with malice.
"If you can't find out who did it, you can only call the police. No one can leave here until the police show up and find the person." Shuji Tsushima said and took out his mobile phone.
"Hey, hey...real or fake..."
"You actually want to call the police?" The boy looked incredulous.
"Caranti fountain pens are limited to 1,140 pieces worldwide. The issue price of a single pen is 40,000 US dollars, and the market price is 100,000 US dollars. Five of them are damaged here. According to the market price, it is 500,000 US dollars. Including the damaged bag and ink, the value is nearly One million U.S. dollars, this amount is enough to open a case for investigation." Tsushima Shuji said slowly.
"Hello……"
"These things are worth a million dollars? Who...who believes it?" The polite boy said with a stern look.
Then another boy next to him tugged on his clothes, picked up his phone and pointed it at him.
The pen's information and price are clearly displayed.
His face turned pale at that time.
"Next time after you do something bad, don't act so jumpy, this... Ito-san."
"Well, are you going to jail, or are you going to apologize to me?"
"Yes...I'm sorry!"
"Huh? When you apologize, you have to look like you're apologizing. Kneel down and bark at me twice, and I might forgive you."