Chapter 108 Parallel World? True or False

It's so strange, it feels like Dazai Osamu is praising me for being handsome.

Nakahara Chuuya covered his mouth.

The camera was positioned just right, revealing Nakahara Chuuya and Ozaki Koyo on one side, and Dazai Osamu's arm exposed on the other side.

The staff handed over the microphone.

Tsushima Shuji: "You can ask any questions or requests you have. I won't refuse anything that is not excessive."

"Then sing it again..." Nakahara Chuuya paused. He wanted to listen to the opening song again. It was one of his favorite songs. But he just thought of another question. After a moment of hesitation, he changed his question and asked, "Excuse me, is the name Tsushima Shuji your real name?"

"This is a very unexpected question." Tsushima Shuji touched his chin and did not answer immediately. He looked at Nakahara Chuuya whose expression gradually changed subtly, smiled brightly, and answered: "It's my real name."

Nakahara Chuuya's expression relaxed.

"but."

Nakahara Chuuya's face became tense again.

"I wanted to have a stage name before, but it was too..."

Too what?! Nakahara Chuuya was anxious.

Tsushima Shuji changed his tone and said, "Oh, no, it's Ōba Yozo. It sounds nice, right? I thought about it for a long time. But later I found that I couldn't react when Tsunayoshi and others called me, so I gave up and used my real name."

"I thought at the time, if a senior called me Ōba Yezo in the future, and I didn't realize they were calling me and ignored them, then I would be on the hot search the next day for being a big shot. The consequences would be terrible, so I decided to use my real name."

Tsushima Shuji's expression was normal, and the pause in the middle seemed like he was thinking, but Nakahara Chuuya always felt that something was wrong.

Was it an illusion? Why did the singer he liked suddenly speak so much like the teenage Dazai Osamu?

No, wake up, Nakahara Chuuya, this is Tsushima Shuji, Dazai Osamu will not praise you for being handsome.

The changes in Nakahara Chuuya's expression are obvious to smart people, but to the audience it seems normal and is just a friendly conversation.

"So that's how it is."

Just as Nakahara Chuuya was about to return the microphone, Tsushima Shuji suddenly asked: "Are you here with friends? There are handsome men and beautiful women around you."

The camera moved left and right, and they were indeed all very elegant people. Dazai Osamu appeared in the camera wearing a mask. Although he was wearing a mask, the exposed upper part of his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Tsushima Shuji on the stage.

"Is it my brother?"

Sure enough, someone in the audience raised questions.

“It seems so.”

"It's just the upper half of the face that looks like him. You can't see the lower part."

Tsushima Shuji looked surprised: "What a coincidence, if I wasn't right here, I would have thought it was me up there."

This statement is still an exaggeration. The temperament of the two is quite different. Dazai Osamu conceals his inner dangerous nature. On the surface, he appears to be a gentle and aloof adult, while Tsushima Shuji is more lively, agile, cunning and clever.

Dazai Osamu was sitting close to the stage, and the two of them could see each other without the help of a big screen. Looking at each other from afar, a sentence appeared in his eyes - Are you pretending again?

Shuji Tsushima blinked his beautiful big eyes innocently.

Nakahara Chuuya: "Um, his throat is uncomfortable, so it's hard for him to speak."

"What a shame." Tsushima Shuji sighed, "I still want to say something to this handsome guy."

Nakahara Chuuya noticed that Dazai Osamu leaned back, and he strangely understood what he was thinking. He was probably disgusted.

"Then let's invite the next lucky audience member."

Lieutenant General Nakahara handed the microphone back.

The camera spun around and stopped at the face of a lady with wavy hair. She covered her mouth in surprise and said impatiently after getting the microphone: "Zheya! I want your bubble machine!"

"Bubble machine? I think I threw it out just now, I don't know if it's broken." When Kuroko Zheya ran out, he took out a pink bubble machine in the shape of a hammer, and threw it out while changing his moves in the middle of dancing.

"It doesn't matter, I want it too if it's broken!"

"Wait a minute, I'll look for it." Kuroko Tetsuya walked around in confusion but couldn't see it. Sawada Tsunayoshi and the others also helped to look for it. In the end, it was the staff in the audience who raised their hands with difficulty.

“Here, here!”

Kuroko Tetsuya trotted over to get it, checked it, and found it was still in good condition. He smiled and said, "The bubble machine is still good. The props team will give you an extra chicken drumstick tonight."

He ran to the other side of the stage and handed it to the audience in the first row, "Pass it to me, thank you."

The wavy lady took it, her smile almost splitting her face.

The third lucky audience member was a middle-aged man in a jacket who requested a song.

In the middle and late stages, they also sang two new songs that had not been released yet, which were specially prepared for the concert.

The concert lasted a total of three hours and twenty minutes. The original schedule was half an hour, but because the audience called for an encore so enthusiastically, it was delayed another twenty minutes.

Apart from the eye contact between Dazai Osamu and Tsushima Shuji during the halftime selection of lucky spectators, Dazai Osamu never had any meaningful contact with Tsushima Shuji again.

As soon as the concert ended, Nakahara Chuuya followed Dazai Osamu and followed the crowd back to Yokohama. It was like they were just there to watch a concert, of course, but in his mind, Dazai Osamu was a scheming man whose every move carried a deep meaning, and it was hard for him not to guess.

But everything was calm, and Zhongyuan Zhongye began to wonder if he was being too suspicious. After all, there were so many similar people in this world.

When he got off work the next day, he was still considering whether he could take leave to attend a few other concerts, or find a business trip to a country, the United States, France, China... No, he couldn't go to China with his identity.

He was driving home from get off work, and although his mind was full of mixed thoughts, his hands were steady, so when a person suddenly appeared in front of him, he quickly stepped on the brakes.

The strong car lights shone in front, showing a bleak white. Nakahara Chuuya looked at the man standing upright, his heart pounding wildly. He had not experienced this feeling for a long time.

It doesn’t matter whether the person standing in front is a human or not. In Zhongyuan Chuuya’s mind, he is no different from a ghost.

The man was wearing a black coat, with a bandage wrapped around his right eye, and looking at him with eyes as calm as a dry well. The man just stood there, neither avoiding nor speaking.

If this isn’t Dazai Osamu, then who is this? If this isn’t the teenage Dazai Osamu, then who is this? ! !

After a moment of panic, Nakahara Chuuya's face was solemn, "Is it a supernatural power? Psychic?"

He didn't know whether he had fallen into the enemy's trap, but it would be foolish and fearless to try to shake him in this way.

Nakahara Chuuya rolled up his sleeves and got out of the car. As soon as he slammed the door shut, the ghost in front of him spoke.

"Chuuya, long time no see."

The expression and tone were similar, as if the Dazai Osamu from many years ago was standing in front of him alive.

No, Dazai Osamu is not dead yet.

Nakahara Chuuya regained his sanity and asked, "Who are you?"

He paused for a moment and guessed: "Tsushima Shuji?"

"How sad! Has your eyes become less useful as you get older?"

The familiar mocking face made Nakahara Chuuya's mouth twitch.

"You've met Tsushima Shuji, right? Exactly the same face, exact same voice, maybe even the same fingerprints. Do you think he just looks and sounds like you?"

"Experimental subject? Clone?" Nakahara Chuuya frowned.

The teenaged Dazai Osamu smiled at him and said, "Be brave, maybe you are an isomorph from a parallel world."

Nakahara Chuuya was silent for a moment, then raised his hand, "Who cares? I'll just take you back first."

"How rude! Can you use your brain?" The teenage Dazai Osamu took out two pieces of paper from his pocket and shook them left and right. "Give this to your leader."

"Tell him that this world is already broken into pieces, and there will be more people from parallel worlds in the future."

Seeing that the words were becoming more and more outrageous, Nakahara Chuuya asked a question from the bottom of his heart: "Is this world finally going to be invaded by Dazai Osamu?"

“Maybe.” The guy in front of me had a calm expression and said nonsense, “You may see mermaid Dazai Osamu, fox demon Dazai Osamu, and Yokohama consciousness Dazai Osamu in the future.”

“…”

After a moment of silence.

"Do you really think I'm a fool?" Nakahara Chuuya was speechless, with an indescribable complex meaning in his expression, "Tsushima Shuji!"

He crossed his arms, "Or rather, the Dazai Osamu of the parallel world."

It was revealed so obviously just now, if he still can't guess it, he would be a fool.

The boy's eyes were still calm and deep, looking at him as if he was looking at a guy who was making trouble for no reason.

Zhong Yuanzhong glared back without any hesitation.

"Stop pretending."

"Tsk." Tsushima Shuji finally stopped acting and curled his lips, "I didn't fall for it."

Nakahara Chuuya's forehead was covered with black lines, "Stinky brat."

Tsushima Shuji sighed: "When you like someone, you call her sweetheart, but when you don't like her, you call her a brat. Men, your heart is really hard to figure out."

“When did I say that? Don’t spread rumors.” If it was the teenage Nakahara Chuuya, he might have jumped up out of disgust, but the mature Nakahara Chuuya now can maintain his outward decency, although the four words “I’m about to vomit” are already flooding his mind.

Feeling as if his whole body was crawling with ants, Nakahara Chuuya took a step back, as if this would allow him to escape someone's mental attack.

"Don't you like my singing?" Tsushima Shuji pretended to be disappointed.

I like it. How could I not like it?

The fact that Nakahara Chuuya continued to listen to the voice even after he could tell it sounded like Dazai Osamu's voice speaks volumes about his love for the man.

His face was stiff. "Life and career should be separated."

Tsushima Shuji also had the sudden idea to cosplay himself from a parallel world. His original intention was just to let Nakahara Chuuya pass the things to Dazai Osamu of this world, so he mercifully let Nakahara Chuuya go.

Tsushima Shuji stuffed something in his hand and said, "Remember to give these two pieces of paper to Dazai Osamu. He knows what to do."

After he finished speaking, regardless of Nakahara Chuuya's reaction, he turned and left, waving his hand with his back to him, "Bye."

In the face of seemingly unshakable forces or situations, introducing a suitable and key new variable can produce a breakthrough change.

But how to do it specifically depends on the choice of this smart person.

"That world is very weak, and it is very difficult to break through the original shackles, but adding the power of another world is equivalent to adding an extra fulcrum..." Tsushima Shuji explained, "What's more, although they are not from the same book, they have the same origin, so they will not be rejected."

After listening to a lot of gibberish, Yuji Itadori shook his head and said honestly: "I don't really understand."

Kuroko Tetsuya said directly: "This is obviously not the point."

"With those two pieces of paper, he and I can communicate across the world."

Yuji Itadori: "You can also do this with the system watch after adding the contact information."

"Well, those two pieces of paper can also let him see a happy parallel world and restore his soul."

"Are you so kind?" Kuroro questioned.

Tsushima Shuji widened his eyes in disbelief, "Captain, look at him!"

"You don't want books from that world, do you?" Sawada Tsunayoshi hit the nail on the head.

Tsushima Shuji turned his face away and whistled.

It's very obvious.

He explained honestly: "If that guy still decides to die, these two books will serve as a mark to prevent the books of that world from running into corners after his death. If he doesn't die, just treat it as a deal and give me the books of that world."

"What do you want books for?"

Tsushima Shuji put his arms around the shoulders of his friends on both sides and said, "I'll give each of us a copy. It'll be very impressive."

Kuroro saw through everything, "You didn't see Ms. Kinomoto's creation of a brand, and wanted to experiment with books to make something that can fulfill unlimited wishes of writing, right?"

"Be careful not to get the Holy Grail out."

Tsushima Shuji put down his hands and said obediently: "The arranger teacher said that we need to be creative."

"You said it was your arrangement teacher, but he didn't let you use your creativity here."

Sawada Tsunayoshi picked up Tsushima Shuji and said, "I think we are still too idle right now. Let's go and use your creativity to compose a new song."

Shuji Tsushima cast a pitiful look at his teammates.

My teammates lowered their heads and saw nothing.