Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Nishitaka Yayoi was serious about agreeing to be a partner with Morobushi Kagemitsu.

Now it seems that Zhu Fu Jingguang invited him out today specifically to buy formal clothes in order to meet a big shot in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Considering Jingguang's future destiny, it is easy to conclude that the other party is here to invite him to join the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department. Maybe this is just an interview, and if he passes, he will be assigned an undercover job after graduation.

Zhu Fu Jingguang certainly could not have imagined this development. At this moment, Jingguang promised him that when he became a police officer in the future, he would be his partner when he became a detective.

If possible, Xigao Miyoshi also hopes it will be like this.

But will "God" agree?

Although this world is interconnected, it is not like a family-friendly remake of the if line. It is likely that everyone's fate will continue along the previous path until the day of the end.

Yashiro actually didn't think that the end was a bad thing, but since it was about Morobushi Kagemitsu - now he was no longer a paper man on the other side of the screen, but an acquaintance who was gentle and caring even towards him when he was a suspicious person, he did have some selfish thoughts.

——The plot cannot be changed.

The memories of the past reappeared clearly before his eyes, making Yayo a little upset. If this were a comic effect, it would probably be the so-called nostalgia.

As long as the gods need him, he can clearly recall every scene and every detail of the past and cannot forget them even if he wants to.

To outsiders, these memories are at best just a knife. People with strong empathy may feel sad; but to him, it is repeatedly opening his wounds.

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw that after talking to him, Yashiro's face became even paler. Although the curvature of her smile did not change at all and her aura was very gentle, she felt like she was forcing a smile.

Sometimes he really felt that this child was the real Xi Gao Mi Shi, because he had to bear too much and even had to hide his emotions as much as possible.

It is true that a friend without negative emotions is easy to get along with, but everyone is a saint. How can one always smile?

Realizing the worry in Morobushi Kagemitsu's eyes, Yayoi did not expect him to be so perceptive. Should she say that he is worthy of being the most thoughtful Kagemitsu?

It was precisely because Jingguang was so meticulous that he didn't ask him any more questions. If the person here was Jinpei Matsuda, he would have to make up a suitable excuse to go home today.

"Hook." Yashiro smiled faintly and extended the little finger of her right hand towards Zhufu Jingguang.

When it came to his lips, he changed his words, "You don't have to do this, but if possible, I still hope you can agree to it."

Zhu Fu Jingguang attributed it to Yayo's lack of security, and also stretched out his little finger and held Yayo's finger.

"Okay, pinky promise."

*

The day after she separated from Jingguang, Yayoi fell ill. Her fever reached 39 degrees, and she was unable to attend their graduation ceremony as she had agreed to do.

Having hardly ever been sick since childhood, he didn't realize that something was wrong with him. He just felt that his reaction was a little slower than usual.

However, because he had stayed up all night the night before and was already very tired after being out all day, he planned to rest early, but he had nightmares as soon as he closed his eyes.

At the beginning, Jingguang gently asked him if he wanted dessert, but he was shot the next second. The scene changed to that day when he and Hagiwara were smoking on the viaduct, and Hagiwara suddenly jumped down, and the concrete floor suddenly turned red. There was also Matsuda, who he saw sleeping in a closed tank in the aquarium, and no matter what he did, he couldn't break the glass, and Date Kou, who was talking to him and suddenly fell down, and then the people next to him told him that there was no hope.

Even Rei Furuya got involved, and he hugged him and cried in a particularly OOC way.

Yashi was so uncomfortable that he didn't close his eyes the whole night, and only fell asleep in a daze in the morning. However, the alarm clock rang soon after. He remembered that he had to attend the graduation ceremony of those people today, so he washed his face with clean water and got up.

The temperature outside was close to thirty degrees, but Yashi felt a little cold. He stood in front of the closet and thought for a long time, and found that the only thick clothes here were the dinosaur pajamas he wore when he came.

It was August when he came over, so even if he was buying clothes to wear now, he wouldn't buy winter clothes in advance.

Should I borrow Dazai's clothes? He wears a coat all year round, so he should have some extra clothes to lend him.

Yayoi sat in front of the door of Dazai's room and dialed Dazai Osamu's number. After the call was connected, he only called the name of the person on the other end and then lost consciousness.

Dazai Osamu stayed up all night outside dealing with the affairs of the Port Mafia. It would be better to say that this is the normal work and rest schedule of the Port Mafia, hiding during the day and going out at night, and even having to rob during the day.

He had no complaints about working at night, as the timings just happened to coincide with his current roommate.

When Dazai Osamu returned home in the morning, he would often meet Yayoi eating breakfast, so he would eat with him. After saying good morning to each other, they would go back to their respective rooms to sleep, and then go out together to eat something after waking up.

Then he went to be his mafia, and Yayoi was his night owl.

This feeling is unexpectedly good.

At least Dazai's observation period for Nishitaka Yayoi has not yet passed. He felt that this person was very strange since he read the comics, and he was the gentle type that he disliked the most. He didn't expect that after so long, Dazai was not only not tired of him, but became more interested in him.

After receiving the call, Dazai Osamu realized that something must have happened. He thought about it for a long time, even considering the possibility of an enemy attack, but he didn't think of the possibility of illness.

He arranged for Yayo to live here, and he also wanted to use Nakahara Chuuya. As long as he had met Yayo, Chuuya would naturally be able to detect his different attitude towards Yayo, and thus guess Yayo's true identity.

With Chuuya's personality, he would definitely include Yayoi in his protection range directly, so that he could save the effort of protecting his safety.

Dazai could guess that Yayo was himself, and although he had his own peculiarities, it was not completely impossible for others to discover him. There were too many people with bad intentions in this world, and if he fell into the hands of others, they would probably squeeze out Yayo's blood.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone. Dazai Osamu flashed through many possibilities in his mind at that moment, so when he returned home and saw Yayoi sleeping at the door of his room, he was suddenly speechless.

"You're worrying for nothing. I was wondering what I would do if you were taken to some laboratory."

Dazai Osamu squatted beside Yayoi and poked him with his finger: "Hey, don't sleep here. Do you think I will carry you back to the room? Don't dream... It's so hot."

Only then did he notice that Yashiro's face was flushed unnaturally, and even his breathing became heavy. It was rare to see an expression other than a smile on his face, which made him look even more obedient.

Dazai Osamu, who had never dealt with such a situation before, acted decisively and called the omnipotent Oda Sakuha.

Oda Sakunosuke was a member of the bottom of the port mafia, and he had to be on call 24 hours a day. It was easy for Dazai Osamu, a candidate cadre, to transfer him.

"Emergency, Odasaku!" Dazai Osamu said this without any panic in his tone, "My cat seems to be sick."

"Yayo?" Oda Sakunosuke solved Dazai's riddle without any effort. He remembered that last time Dazai complained to him that his cat brought other stray cats back to have a party while he was away, and it should be the same this time.

Oda Sakunosuke started the car, held his phone between his shoulders and said, "I'll be there right away."

…

When Yashiro woke up, it was already dark outside.

As a modern person's instinct, the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to pick up his cell phone. He saw more than a dozen missed calls. The members of the police academy group had made an average of three calls each.

Then the door of his room was opened, and the red-haired man brought over a bowl of porridge, so honestly that he didn't even change the takeaway packaging.

"You're awake." Oda Sakunosuke placed the plastic bowl on the bedside and reached out to touch Yayoi's forehead. "It seems that you are still a little hot. Take the medicine and sleep for a while."

"I... have a fever?" Yashiro was stunned and asked.

The last time he was sick was when he was four or five years old, and he had no memory of it. He had not been sick since he entered the plot, and he was too busy every day to have time to get sick.

"I answered the phone for you before. You can message them back later." Oda Sakunosuke nodded. The former killer now works as a gangster. It was the first time for him to take care of others. He did everything according to what he found on the Internet.

"Well... get more rest and drink more water."

Oda Sakunosuke watched him finish half of the bowl of porridge before he turned off the light and left the room.

Yayoi stayed in the room alone again. Thinking of what Odasaku said about replying to the message, she opened her address book and prepared to apologize to them.

He suddenly canceled what he had agreed to do, and missed such an important moment.

Yashi sighed, and opened the chat box of Jinpei Matsuda at the top to reply to him. He glanced at the previous chat history, and the time on the chat showed the date, which was usually only seen in conversations the next day.

He suddenly realized and looked at today's date.

It turns out it’s already the second day!

Sighing, Yayoi checked the message from Jinpei Matsuda, who had posted a photo of Keimitsu in police uniform with a beard Photoshopped on it, proudly showing off his skills and asking him if he was a good match for Keimitsu.

Yashiro smiled, and just as he was about to reply, a pop-up window popped up with a message from Zhufu Jingguang, but when he clicked on it, it was withdrawn.

[MISSA:?]

[Kagemitsu: Ah…]

[Jingguang: Are you feeling better?]

[MISSA: That’s about it. I feel pretty good.]

[Kagemitsu: That’s good.]

After that, there was another long silence. After seeing the words "the other party is typing" several times, Yashi turned on the message sound, put the phone upside down on his chest, closed his eyes and rested for a few seconds.

If his little boy Xunran were here, he would definitely say that it was his fault for not exercising and staying in his room all day, which was why he felt so uncomfortable when he was sick.

He was indeed still a little dizzy and his mind was a little confused. He just came to his senses and found that he was thinking about whether the marshmallow would taste chewier if it could fly.

The cell phone on her chest vibrated, and Yashiro picked it up and saw the message from Zhufu Jingguang.

[King Guang: Can you tell me your name?]

When Yayoi saw this message, he knew that Jingguang had not yet accepted his identity. Maybe he felt that he was always called by a pseudonym.

[MISSA: Brother Jingguang, do you think this is a pseudonym?]

[Kagemitsu: Hmm…]

[Kagemitsu: Actually, I want to choose a pseudonym, but I don’t know what to call it.]

[Kagemitsu: Yayoi, can you help me think of one?]

Speaking of Morobushi Kagemitsu's pseudonym, it was not mentioned in the original work, but many netizens guessed that Kagemitsu's pseudonym should be something like Midorikawa based on other people's naming rules.

With this foundation, it should be easy to think of any synonyms or antonyms.

[MISSA: Let’s call Akai.]!