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If Atsushi Nakajima knew what Chuuya was thinking, he would definitely cry foul. He had just finished a request and was helping Ranpo-san get some snacks when he was misunderstood.

The three people present all had more important things to do today. Chuuya, the only one who wasn't particularly concerned about his own affairs, looked away after a brief moment of curiosity, which allowed Nakajima Atsushi to leave so smoothly.

The group then arrived at Yokohama's largest luxury shopping mall.

[Hong Kong. The issue of wealthy and privileged individuals raising their children.]

[I've broadened my horizons by following Xiao Zhong]

[Watch the ever-changing Xiao Zhong!]

"If there's anything you like, you can try it out first. The leader and I can help you take a look."

Sister Hongye, in a very cheerful mood, also mentioned to the commenters that she, like the viewers in the live stream, was still wondering what kind of visual impact she would experience in a moment.

"Yes, Chuuya, I can help you pick out clothes too!"

Alice spoke excitedly from the side, and Chuuya nodded with a normal expression, but the slightly reddened tips of his ears betrayed the fact that the body's owner was somewhat uncomfortable in this situation.

"Go ahead, Chuuya-kun. Even if it doesn't look good, we won't laugh out loud like Dazai-kun did."

"leader!"

Mori Ougai looked at Chuuya with a smile, his usual leader's authority completely gone, and he now looked like an ordinary elder teasing his junior.

Chuuya heard a name that bothered him and, in a fit of rage, called out "My Boss!" While Alice was reprimanding the other person, Chuuya averted his gaze.

Chuuya instantly realized that the leader was referring to when he first joined the mafia, when the eldest sister took him to choose clothes. However, that guy somehow found out about this. While he was changing into a slightly unsuitable outfit and preparing to show it to the eldest sister, Kureha, to change it, he pushed open the door and saw the three of them all silent. A few seconds later, Dazai started laughing, and the story ended with Dazai being sent to the medical department for a month after being beaten up by Chuuya.

At that time, I had not yet figured out a way to make Dazai feel pain but not get hurt, and I often ended up sending him to the medical department.

Chu also shook his head, his attention returning to what was in front of him, and quickly grabbed a few pieces of clothing with a clear look in his eyes.

"Doesn't Chuuya have his own ideas? I'm really looking forward to seeing what he does."

Hongye didn't see clearly what Zhongye had taken, but this was a store she had carefully selected, so there were no ugly clothes there. At most, there might be some minor issues with the matching, but that wouldn't have much of an impact.

Mori Ougai, who noticed something amiss with the color of the clothes, remained silent, simply standing by with a smile.

Chuuya was quick; he changed into a new outfit in just a few minutes, immediately "amazing" the other three people present and the comments section, leaving a faint silence in the air.

"This one won't do; I picked out a few more."

The silence in the air already told him the answer, and he didn't hesitate. He had said that he came prepared today, and if all else failed, he still had Sister Hongye.

The last sentence is what gives Chuuya the confidence to come and pick out clothes today.

In the following instances, Chuuya gave everyone a new understanding of the word "matching". It wasn't ugly, but it was just weird. Chuuya was about to turn around and try on the fifth item when Momiji stopped him.

[...]

I must say, typical of China's aesthetic sense!

Actually, these clothes wouldn't look good on anyone else, but this person's face is too authoritative. It seems that the success of fashion really depends on the face.

"Chuuya is only making these clothes look good because of his face! They don't suit him at all!"

Alice, hands on her hips, understood everything and pointed it out directly.

"Choose clothes that suit you; that will be a plus, Chuuya."

Hongye covered half of her face with a fan, but her eyes, which were visible, were full of smiles.

"Is it really that bad?"

Some of them, still unwilling to give up, asked, "These were all carefully selected by him after thorough preparation."

"What I'm more curious about is why Chuuya-kun seemed to have no intention of picking out clothes as soon as he came in, without even carefully choosing them?"

Mori Ougai suddenly stuck out a finger and looked at Chuuya curiously.

"Chief, um..."

"Chuuya-kun, just call me Mori-san when we're out."

"I chose this color because someone recommended it, but I don't know why it looks like this when I wear it."

Zhong lowered his head somewhat awkwardly; the reality was far different from what he had imagined.

After listening to Chuuya's words, the two of them pretty much knew where the problem lay, and neither of them said it out loud. However, the comments section was not so sure about letting Chuuya off the hook.

[Hahaha! It's all about height! It turns into a hip-hop style on Chuuya!]

[You're not allowed to talk like that about us Chinese! Don't we have any dignity?]

[That's right, I feel like the kind of person who would secretly search for men's fashion tips]

It's alright, we still have our reliable leader and eldest sister.

"Zhong also likes red, that's why he just picked up several red clothes."

"Um."

"Then let's try this one."

"And this one is mine too, Chuuya!"

Chuuya went back inside with the clothes in his arms, and when he came out again, he received a nod of approval from the others.

"As expected, red and Chuuya-kun are a perfect match."

"Purple looks good too!"

The two girls then began to choose, from casual clothes to kimonos, and just as the comments had initially expected, Chuuya put on a show of ever-changing styles.

Mori Ougai, who was standing nearby, did not get involved in the fight between the two ladies. He watched thoughtfully for a while, then raised his hand to call the person in charge, whispered a few instructions, and then spoke with a smile.

"Let's take some measurements, Chuuya-kun. I don't think I can offer much help when it comes to choosing clothes, but this shop is very famous for its custom-made suits. If Chuuya-kun likes red, why don't we just get a red suit... or maybe we can get one in every color and then keep whichever one we like best!"

Finally, Mori Ougai clapped his hands and came up with an outrageously extravagant idea.

Chuuya shuddered upon hearing this, his eyes beginning to glaze over. After changing clothes just now, Chuuya had transformed from a vibrant little orange into a soggy, unhealthy one.

"No, Mr. Mori, I don't think we need that many..."

"Oh, is that so? Then pick a few sets in your favorite colors, since you'll need them for formal occasions too."

Hearing Mr. Mori's previous sentence, he breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could finish speaking, he was almost choked by Mr. Mori's next sentence.

"Actually, I think..."

"Yes, I also think Chuuya-kun needs it."

Mori Ougai smiled and shut Chuuya up before he could refuse. Chuuya slowly shut his mouth, realizing that he no longer had the right to make his own decisions here.

[Haha, Nakaya is acting out the scene where my parents buy me clothes!]

[Xiao Zhong is already numb, and I'm satisfied too.]

I feel like they could make a dress-up game with small to medium-sized characters; I'd definitely be willing to pay for it.

【It's okay if Chuuya is a little tired, don't make me suffer】

The comments section was also unusually quiet; not a single one spoke up for him, only mocking him. Chuuya curled his lip in disapproval.

[Even her helpless expression is super cute!]

Chuuya was truly at his wit's end. This was even more exhausting than driving the filth. When Chuuya left, everyone except him was in an exceptionally good mood, leaving Chuuya with only a screen full of text and laughter.

Chuuya closed his eyes; your happiness was disturbing him. When he opened his eyes again, they were clear and bright—a good start indeed.

"Chief, I would like to request daytime patrols."

"Sure, Chuuya-kun."

Chuuya quickly walked a few steps to stand next to Mori Ougai and said his needs in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft: it was probably easier to run into the detective agency on missions outside.

Chuuya originally thought he would need to find an excuse to get the leader to agree, but Mori Ougai agreed without asking any questions this time.

"Chuuya, do whatever you want. The organization will always be your strongest support."

Zhong was also struck by these words, stopped in his tracks, and when he looked up, he saw his older sister smiling at him not far away, Alice staring at him curiously, and the leader's encouraging gaze.

They may not know what Chuuya is planning to do, but whatever it is, they will support his decision.

A smile crept across Naka's face. This was the leader he had chosen, this was the family he had considered his own.

[The Mafia is Chuuya's home!]

They're all Chuuya's good family.

Meanwhile, Nakajima Atsushi, after finally escaping with the precious "scene photos," was assigned new work as soon as he returned to the detective agency, and didn't think about the incident again until he left work.

Several days later, one afternoon while everyone was working, the quiet office was suddenly shattered by a loud shout from Atsushi Nakajima.

"Dun! Do you know that because of your sudden shout, I accidentally deleted the report I just painstakingly completed?!"

This is Kunikida in a fit of rage.

"It just looks like Kunikida-kun is too cowardly!"

This is like adding fuel to the fire.

"Dazai!"

This is Dazai, who has successfully brought trouble upon himself, facing the enraged Kunikida-kun.

"What's wrong, Atsushi?"

Kyouka looked at Nakajima Atsushi with some concern. Only after being reminded did Nakajima Atsushi realize what terrible thing had happened because of his scream.

He quickly got up and apologized to Kunikida before collapsing weakly at his workstation.

"So what exactly happened to make Atsushi make that sound?"

Dazai asked this question aloud, but in his heart he was already planning Akutagawa's itinerary for the next few days and the opportunities that Nakajima Atsushi might encounter.

"No, I just suddenly remembered that I took a picture of Mr. Nakahara before. I only realized when I looked at it that I had already given myself away that day... our eyes met. It's a little embarrassing to realize it so late."

Atsushi Nakajima scratched his head somewhat awkwardly and explained the reason.

"Atsushi-kun always seems to run into Chuuya~"

Dazai said something ambiguous. Ranpo, who wasn't in the distance to join the fun, glanced at Dazai, then lowered his head to continue eating.

"Thinking about it that way, it really is quite a coincidence."

So, is it envy or jealousy?

[Even if Dazai wanted to, he could "accidentally" run into her every day.]

Chuuya, who was patrolling in the distance, raised an eyebrow when he saw the comments. So what's going on now?