dhibooks Chapter 57 Chapter 57
Chapter 57 Chapter 57
It was past midnight, the streets were deserted, and the lively festive atmosphere was no longer there.
On the ground under the street lamps, occasionally some embers of laughter can be glimpsed.
Of course, no restaurant is open at this time.
Nakahara Nakaya has stayed in this world for more than ten years, and now he has the feeling of entertaining friends to his home for Gojo Satoru, and asked him: "Are you used to eating instant bento? Or do you want to buy ingredients and cook it yourself?"
The 1.9-meter-tall conjurer had a slumped face, standing beside him like a pole, and a short syllable leaked from his lips, "Whatever."
This guy has been like this since he threw away his card inexplicably.
But no matter how you think about it, the one who should be angry should be yourself who lost a black card, right?
Even so, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't feel much.He neither intends to stay here for a long time, nor will he spend too much during this period of time. Of course, the money here is of no use, not to mention that he still has a black card given by Mori Ogai in his pocket.The card in Osamu Dazai's hand was folded... Well, think about it, the fishy smell on the card after staying at the mackerel's place for a long time is really disgusting.
Thinking about it this way, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't say anything, and he acquiesced to Gojo Satoru's behavior.
As a result, the one who should be angry didn't get angry, and the one who shouldn't be angry put on a face instead.
"You're angry." He felt puzzled, "Why?"
The 28-year-old adult male whimpered and said one last sentence, dryly: "I'm not angry."
Nakahara Chuya: ...?
The former cadre has never been in a relationship since he was single, otherwise he would have noticed that Gojo Satoru is just like a girl in a couple when she is angry, saying nothing, just waiting for the other party with a downcast face Guess what he's thinking.
Zhong Yuanzhong only felt that he was getting sicker and sicker.
"Then make a quick lunch."
This decision drew Gojo Satoru's unbelievable gaze, "I'm angry, shouldn't Zhong also comfort my hurt heart with the supper he made with his own hands?"
"Huh? Who said that he wasn't angry just now?"
Zhong Yuanzhong was also in a good mood, and his patience was a little better than usual. He turned the dirty hat a few times in his hand, "So, how did your heart get hurt?"
Strongest, whose heart was hurt, stared at the spinning hat in his hand, remained silent for a few seconds, and did not answer his question when he spoke again.
"I'm curious about the life of the mafia, can you tell me about it... Your lord?" Gojo Satoru finally showed a smile, he reached out to take the hat that Nakahara Nakaya was no longer shaking, and put it on top of his head, " Like, partner or something?"
Nakahara Chuya: ...
Gojo Satoru's reaction was so natural that he forgot that there was such a thing.
Looking up, the moon was just blocked by a person who was a head taller than him. Gojo Satoru raised one arm and gently pressed the top hat on his head. The cuffs fell, revealing a cold white wrist, like a frozen moon. magnificent.Nakahara Chuya met his slightly smiling eyes, feeling guilty.
"..." The lips opened and closed, although it is not something that cannot be said, but in the middle of the night, let alone on the street outside, talking about the mafia with others in this kind of place, I always feel... drop in price.
"Let's talk about it when we get back. Do you have anything to eat?"
"I think--"
"Sweets are never made."
Gojo Satoru widened his eyes, before the voice of protest came out, Nakahara Chuya continued, "But you can buy it."
"... Oh." Gojo Gojo swallowed the words that were already on his lips, "Then—"
"It's impossible if it's too difficult. I only know the simplest common dishes."
Wujo Wu, who was choked twice: "Then ask me what to do, whatever."
Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and before he found out, he flattened again, "How about curry rice? This is faster, and it's not easy to make mistakes."
"So-so-la-" Gojo Satoru dragged his voice.
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Takeuchi is a sophomore in a nearby high school. Due to family reasons, he often works two or three jobs to support his studies and subsidize his family.During the winter break, he worked the night shift at a convenience store for higher wages.
Because of the Zhengzhi holiday, there are many customers in the store, and the work is relatively busy. A kind senior came to help for a while, and left after the crowd dispersed, leaving him alone in the store.
Taking advantage of his spare time, Takeuchi was working on the exercise booklet behind the cashier counter. While he was sleepy, he vaguely heard the sound of water waves, but when he noticed, the sound disappeared before he could find the source. Take it to heart, wake up, and continue to invest in the ocean of learning.
It may be because he has been working too hard recently, he always feels unable to cheer up.
Soon after, a customer came to the store.
He was awakened by the sound of the bell, and subconsciously glanced at the time:
00: 13.
There are not many guests who come at this time.
"Welcome." Takeuchi said.
He looked in the direction of the door.
The first to enter was a young man with orange half-long hair. He was not tall and looked very young.But the first thing Takeuchi saw was not his face, which was far above average, but...
Did he go around the place where the mafia was merged?
He had only seen the coat at the counter. The corner of the coat with a price tag of tens of thousands had scorched black marks and several tears, exposing the bottom coat underneath. There were mud spots and fine sand that had been dried up. The other party seemed to be aware of his scrutiny. Looking at it with cobalt blue eyes, Takeuchi quickly lowered his head.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught another person coming in behind.
He is completely different and tidy from the previous one, and he doesn't seem to be together.
The white-haired young man has a face that has been favored by the gods. Even though Takeuchi is a staunch heterosexual, he can't see it clearly at a glance, but he still can't help but suffocate.After all, it is human instinct to appreciate beauty. He lowered his head for a while, then raised his eyes carefully, and happened to meet the young man's eyes.
Takeuchi felt cold all over, and the fine hairs on his skin stood up.Knowing that these two people are not something he can provoke, he immediately lowered his head deeply and looked at his nose and heart.After all, after staying in this city that is calm on the surface but full of dangers in the dark for so long, he still knows what to do to live longer.
No matter how beautiful a person is, he has to be admired by fate. He waited nervously for the two big Buddhas to leave quickly, but for some reason, he felt drowsy at this moment, closed his eyes, and fell asleep directly.
These two people are naturally Nakahara Chuya and Gojo Satoru who came to buy ingredients.
Nakahara was also picking potatoes for tonight on the shelf, Gojo Satoru stopped at the cashier for a while, and then looked at the door.
Ding--
The door opened and another person came in.
Takeuchi was awakened, looked up and found a light brown haired young man, not aggressive in appearance, but very gentle, he lowered his head slightly, breathing a little shortly, holding a doll-like cat in his arms.But you can't look at the face. The light-colored clothes on this person's body have a few scratches from sharp weapons, and the dried blood is dark red, which is extremely conspicuous.
Is it to hunt down those two people? !
He immediately covered his mouth and silenced his voice. Although he was flustered, he was not very afraid. After all, it was an unwritten rule that ordinary people were not usually involved in mafia fights.What surprised him even more was—why did he fall asleep just now?
The last person who came in looked around the store, his eyes lit up, "Mr. Zhongyuan, as long as you are fine. Sorry, I-"
"You stayed here just to deliver food." Nakahara Zhong didn't intend to talk to him about this matter. He frowned when he saw Natsume Takashi, "You ran here with an injury?"
The untreated wound could be seen from under the torn clothes, Natsume Takashi stretched out his hand and pulled, "Uh... the bleeding has stopped."
Madara forced him to fly to the center of Yokohama, only to stop due to lack of strength, and at the same time the monster power on the coast disappeared, indicating that the monster had been dealt with.
Madara was surprised by the unexpected result.
"That kid actually hides his strength!" He looked like he didn't have much strength left, it's abominable, even he was deceived!
Natsume Takashi used his spiritual power to stop the bleeding on the road. When he landed, he ran in the direction he came from. Madara, who turned back into a cat, took a few beats to catch up, "Natsume... Hey, Natsume, what are you going to do? The monsters are all dead It’s gone, there’s no scum left! It’s been solved by that kid!”
He was just worried about Chuya's situation in the Central Plains, because at that time the young man's eyes gave him a bad feeling - he had to see people with his own eyes to be really okay.
In the end, Madara couldn't resist him, jumped into his arms and reluctantly made a compass, telling him the direction of Zhongya in the Central Plains.
Seeing Chuya Nakahara in good condition and much happier than before, Takashi Natsume was completely relieved, smiled gently, and repeated, "It's good that you're fine."
Wujo Wujo, who was standing behind Nakahara Chuya, frowned—where did this guy come from?
Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't sense his extreme displeasure, so he stepped forward and looked at the wound on the young man's arm.
The bleeding has indeed stopped, but the wound is relatively deep, and the cloth is a little stuck to it, so it still needs to be treated properly, and the child doesn't look like he is often injured, and now his face is white from the pain.
Fortunately, there was no poison on the monster's tentacles.
"How about curry rice?"
"Eh?" Natsume Takashi was taken aback for a moment, not sure what he meant, and tentatively replied, "Not bad?"
"Then it's still curry rice. Come back with me, and I'll help you deal with your injuries."
"Eh?" This time it was Gojo Satoru, the mature adult's cheeks puffed up.
"What are you doing, it's just the two of us!"
"Who told you better?"
Natsume Takashi, who was locked on by Youyuan's gaze: "...Actually, I can go back and bandage myself?"
"Forget it." Gojo Satoru pouted, and he picked up the curry cubes in red packaging from the shelf, "Sweet and spicy ones are okay?"
He is not so stingy that he can't tolerate others at all.
——Before it was a special case.It's just annoyed to see Osamu Dazai, a guy who overlaps with others.
"Ah, I can..." Takashi Natsume blinked.
"Where is the fat cat?" Nakahara asked, "Can he eat human food?"
'Fat Cat' barks: "Nonsense, I'm not a real cat!"
The clerk slept soundly at this time, and the ink-stained question book was pressed against his side face, with black pen marks printed on it.