For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

"I don't care if I want Ito!!"

"Miss, don't you think I look like Yiteng, just ask me."

After a brief silence.

"The monsters go away!!"

While crying, Eika picked up the vase and smashed it against the door, smashing it into pieces with a bang.

Dazai, who happened to pass by the door, paused and asked Guangjin Liulang, "What's going on?"

Today was the day he came to Nagasawa Pharmaceutical Company to inspect the goods. He originally wanted to drop by to see the Turtle Vine, who had been hiding from him for 10,000 years. Who knew he would receive such a warm "welcome".

Guangjin Liulang replied: "It seems that the daughter of Director Nagasawa is losing his temper."

"I know that too," Dazai raised his leg and moved on, "Then I'll ask Mr. Hirotsu to help me find out the specific situation."

Although Guangjin didn't know the reason, he still respectfully replied "Yes".

Ten minutes later, Dazai, who had finished his experience, was sitting on the steps of the company's gate watching "Complete Sex". After a while, Hirojin walked slowly.

These guns and ammunition have to be transported to the arsenal. They have no time to gossip here, so they can only talk while walking.

Dazai jumped in front of him, but his mouth was not idle: "What did you find out?"

"It is said that the favorite mercenary of the director's daughter has resigned."

"Mercenary?" Dazai turned his head in a second and asked, "What's it called?"

"Hyuga Ichito."

Resigned?

He is really powerful, and a single invitation can scare the little girl to the point of abandoning her job, and she escaped so quickly.

Although the reason was already guessed, Dazai couldn't help but ask, "What's the reason?"

"Her dad asked her to go back to school..." As he spoke, Guangjin's eyes widened suddenly, "Be careful, Mr. Dazai, there is no well ahead—"

"Gudong!"

"…cover."

At the same time, I, who was thrown into the Ice Emperor by Jiro, the temporary guardian, and the stepfather, was studying honestly.

After the last test, Akutagawa Jiro and I seemed to be both males and females in the history class of Group C. In order to wash away this humiliation, I decided to make a fresh start and make a new vine, so I borrowed the study notes of the chairman of the committee and returned to the apartment to make up for it.

Sleeping and forgetting food day and night is no longer enough to describe it, the head hanging from the beam and the thorns are incomparable. With the life purpose of learning by death, I gritted my teeth and persisted in fighting for a whole week, and finally—

paralyzed.

"Why do you say you're bothered," Jia Cheng took back the note and said to me, who was slumped on the table, "You have to eat into a fat man in one go."

I slowly raised my hand to make up for the crippled note, and clenched it into a fist: "Even if I eat a weight, I will never recognize zzzzzzz..."

Kasumi: "…"

The hard work pays off. A week later, in the history quiz, I climbed to the sky and successfully sat on the throne of the top three. The history teacher was so happy that he couldn't find the north with my paper.

"Hinata-san, you have great potential, and you will become a great player in time," he said. "If you can help the person in front of you, don't let him pull the class's historical average into the Great Rift Valley."

That being said, but...

I returned to my seat and glanced at Jiro who was hibernating.

This baby can't even beat the gongs and drums when she falls into a dream.

After a long while, the bell rang for the end of the get out of class, and it was time for the dining hall to be captured.

I have been dining with Kasumi all this time, and this time was no exception.

"By the way, Ichito," Kasumi asked me on the way to the cafeteria, "Have you considered joining a club?"

"Small sale..."

"you dare."

I was silent and had to answer: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Originally, I planned to make time to work part-time, but at my current level, if I don't study more books, Jiro will definitely kill me as soon as the mid-term exam results come out.

"You have to hurry up, the longer you drag on, the worse it will be for you to participate in the ministry," Kasumi thought for a moment, "Well, let's wait until next week's sports festival is over. If you really don't have any clubs you're interested in, you can be a home club. All right."

After I finished my meal, the afternoon was English grammar class. When I thought about it, I couldn’t even feel up, so I could only lie on the table and pretend to be dead.

A few minutes after he died, I raised my eyes and found that Cilang hadn't even slept!

"I'm going!" I immediately sat up and slapped myself on the face, "Am I dazzled?"

Jiro was taken aback by this movement, and quickly turned his head to give me a "shush" gesture.

I looked blank: "Why, how can you be like a thief?"

Jirou looked left and right, then leaned down and slowly opened the bag in my direction. There was only a white shadow in the empty bag.

I took a deep breath: "You brought your pet into the school?!"

"Shh!" Jiro covered my mouth and reminded in a low voice, "Keep your voice down."

I nodded obediently, and the other party released his hand and explained with his backpack, "I found this little guy in the backyard. I don't know who discarded it."

"Is that so..." I replied casually, and then looked at the little guy huddled in his backpack. His whole body was white and his ears were small and triangular. He seemed to be a Kishu dog.

I originally wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but the bell rang before he could speak. The students returned to their seats in a group. Teacher Kihara, who taught English, walked into the classroom and began to teach the book from heaven.

I looked at the English textbook, one head and two big, just at this moment, a dog bark suddenly sounded.

The sound of chalk writing stopped abruptly, and Ms. Kihara turned her head sharply: "What sound?"

I looked up and found that Shirou was hooking his back in an effort to reduce his presence, holding his backpack tightly with both hands. Seeing that the little guy was about to bark a second time, I quickly covered my stomach and bent down: "Ouch!"

Kihara frowned: "Hyuga, what's the matter with you?"

"Teacher Report, my stomach hurts!" I frowned, and pretended that my life was in danger, "Can I go to the infirmary?"

Kihara had given up hope for my English black hole, and just waved his hand: "Go, go."

When I got up, I quickly kicked Shirou's stool. The latter was stunned for a while, and then quickly raised his hand: "Teacher, I'll take her there!"

Before Kihara could agree, he had already escaped from the classroom with me carrying a backpack like a bomb in his hand.

When we came to the corridor, we both stood together, looked at each other, and then scurried up the roof.

The sky was blue and the wind was blowing.

"You are a genius, Ito!" Jirou quickly took the bomb out of his backpack, "I almost scared me to death just now."

The little guy breathed in the fresh air and immediately cried out, not to mention how lively he was.

I looked at it: "It looks very healthy, do you want to raise it?"

Cilang squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand and poked the little guy's head, his eyes curved, and the corners of his mouth grinned: "Think."

The two of them and the dog were stomping on the roof like this, and for a while there was nothing but the fierce barking of the milky milk. Suddenly, Cilang patted his head: "Ah, I haven't given it a name yet!"

After he finished speaking, he began to think hard: "Well... what is it called? Yiteng Yiteng, do you have any good ideas?"

"damn thing?"

"…"

"Howling dog?"

"It's too rough," Cilang held up the little guy's forelimbs and went to the ground, his bright smile adored a bunch of big girls and little daughters-in-law, "If you want a cute name, well, it's best to be my surname."

To be honest, when I first heard Jirou's surname, I thought he was related to Akutagawa by blood, and I asked him if he had any brothers or sisters living in the folk, but the other party said that he had no younger brother, but he did have a younger sister at home.

I thought for a moment: "What do you think of the name Long Xiaojie?"

I originally just said it casually, but Jiro took it seriously, and immediately decided: "This is not bad, super~he C."

Me: "...are you serious?"

"Of course," Cilang was addicted to trolling the dog and couldn't help himself, "Domineering yet playful, playful yet domineering, one hundred percent!"

Going to the health room is not a human disappearance. After transferring the bomb to a safe area, he has to go back to the classroom for class, but Cilang does not plan to go back. After all, Long Xiaojie can't do without him, and the next class will be classical Chinese, and Cilang has a hard time with history. The top three in the subject, rather than being tortured in the classroom, it is better to walk the dog and hide in peace.

So I went back to the classroom first and met Ms. Kihara: "How is your body?"

I lied: "I ate a bad stomach, and the teacher in the health room prescribed medicine, and it's all right."

"What about Akutagawa-san?"

"He... also had a bad stomach, so he has to take a leave of absence next class."

The other party was puzzled: "You two have a bad stomach at the same time?"

"Well," I felt a little guilty, "the red bean bread I had for lunch, Shirou thought it looked good and took a bite, so..."

"But he was fine just now."

"Maybe there's a delay in his large intestine."

"…"

Today it was my turn to be on duty. After the class, all the classmates in the class went to participate in the ministry. I was left alone with the blackboard eraser, eating the chalk dust alone. At this time, I received a message on the mobile phone, which belonged to Jiro.

[Ito, I will go to the tennis club to ask for a leave first, you wait for me for a while, I need to ask you for help (#>.

What's up?

I was full of doubts, but I didn't refuse. I continued to wipe the blackboard and dragged the floor, waiting for the other party to return.

After everything was sorted out, I still didn't see Shirou, so I decided to go directly to the tennis club to find him.

Bingdi's tennis club is in the west. I trotted all the way and arrived soon after. I saw that in the spacious tennis court, the teenagers were playing practice matches.

"Ah, here and here!" The energetic boy greeted me and ran towards me, "I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time."

Jirou was bulging in his arms, and a small furry head emerged from the collar of the half-opened coat.

"Wang!"

"It's unbelievable," I said to him, who was still carrying his tennis bag. "I thought you'd just sleep in the tennis club and wait for me to find it."

Cilang smiled and touched his head, not denying the possibility of this situation at all: "I have business today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me outside: "Let's leave, let's go, or there will be a lot of girls around later, which will scare Long Xiaojie."

"I know, I know, don't push me..."

After walking a few steps, I suddenly noticed that there was a very warm gaze behind me, so I turned my head and found that all the members who were supposed to practice on the tennis court were rushing up, hiding behind the teaching building and peeping.

"I said," I pointed in the direction they were hiding, "Are you sure you've taken leave?"

Jirou blinked his eyes suspiciously, then looked in the direction I pointed, and waved his hand generously.

Realizing that the exposed members hurriedly hid inside, not knowing who stepped on whom, someone screamed suddenly, but the next second, it seemed like they were covering their mouths, and there was no movement.

"I didn't expect Yueren and the others to hate me so much~"

No, the soul of gossip is clearly burning in their eyes!

The training of the tennis club is not over yet, and the gossip boys can't follow too far. When Jiro and I walked to the school gate, I couldn't feel their presence.

"Then—" Cilang supported Long Xiaojie's forelimbs and lifted him up, "Long Xiaojie's resettlement and procurement action plan, start!"

…

Did he just drag me here to buy something?

However, things are far more than that. Cilang is full of eyes. The little guy is so cute. I want to take it home and be responsible for it. One-stop service, and took me to sweep the pet supplies specialty area of ​​the mall, until the purchase was completed at dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun softened the busy streets of the metropolis. Jiro and I walked on the street side by side, occasionally passing a few students and office workers.

"Ah, a great harvest~" With a satisfied face, Long Xiaojie in his arms immediately barked, as if to agree.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang, and Cilang quickly put down the things in his hand and answered the phone: "Hello, Mom?"

"No, no, I didn't participate in the ministry today, there are other things... Yes, I picked up a dog and came back, it's really cute, you will love it..."

Halfway through the words, his smile froze, and then his tone became anxious: "How can this be... No, you can't throw it away, Mom, think about it again QAQ!"

Selling cute is a big killer, but it's no use meeting her mother, Sang Zaimeng, who doesn't eat this set.

When he hangs up the phone, Jiro's vitality is -100-100-100-100…

"Auntie doesn't agree?" I asked.

"She said she hated animals that shed hair, and I didn't have it and it didn't have me."

Just eight words, righteous words, sonorous and powerful, expressed how many parents' thoughts.

I glanced at the large and small bags piled on the ground: "Then what are you going to do now?"

Cilang didn't know what to do, but Long Xiaojie didn't worry about it. It jumped up and down happily, and when it got tired, it stopped and wagged its tail at Cilang.

Jirou watched Long Xiaojie silently, and half a minute later, his eyes lit up.

As soon as I asked him what good idea he had in mind, he was staring straight at me, star-eyed.

I have a bad feeling.

"Ichi~"

I took a step back and asked cautiously, "What?"

"Ichitoto~"

If you don't run at this time, wait!

I tried to apply oil on the soles of my feet, but I was blocked by Cilang: "Yitou, please help me raise for two days. I will definitely go back and persuade my mother to allow me to take Long Xiaojie home!"

I tried to resist: "Actually I'm not very good at..."

"QAQ."

"I mean…"

"TAT."

"I…"

Looking at this pitiful and hopeful look in the eyes, I sighed and compromised: "It can only be raised for two days."

"Wow, Yito, you're an angel!" The resurrected Jiro rushed over and gave me a bear hug, "Yitou, you are so good, I will definitely repay you as a cow and a horse in the next life!"

"Let go, let go, I'm not going to be cold and fussy-"

Just then, the phone in my pocket vibrated.

Cilang hugged tightly, but he refused to let go, so I had to answer the phone with this posture: "Hello, hello."

"Ito, it's me." A calm male voice came from inside.

"Oda?" I thought I heard it wrong, "Why did you suddenly remember to call me?"

"no…"

Before he finished speaking, his phone was robbed by others, and the voice of the person who robbed him was also very familiar: "Ito, good evening, guess who I am?"

I:"…"

"That's right, it's Osamu Dazai!" Dazai seemed very happy, not knowing what happened, "My phone fell into the sewer, I can only call you from Oda Saku."

Cilang's laughter continued: "It's agreed, I'll take it back in two days, I promise not to cause you any trouble!"

At this moment, the person on the other side of the phone fell silent.

Dazai asked, "Why is there a man's voice over there?"