Chapter 32
"Hey, you bastard Dazai!!!"
Nakahara Chuuya speechlessly raised his hand and pointed in this direction, then walked towards the two people aggressively.
"Don't you have arms? Or are you a three-year-old kid who hasn't grown up yet? You need others to feed you when you eat!"
“Ah, isn’t this Chuuya whose brain has degenerated into that of a slug…”
Dazai Osamu opened his mouth and bit the grapes that Kamado Kenru held out to him with a sound of "ah". He pretended to be leisurely and enjoying himself, and turned his head to look at the orange-haired boy who was striding towards him without changing his eyes.
"After all, I have considerate and friendly colleagues to help me, huh? Chuuya, no one is willing to help you get food?"
"ah……"
"Indeed, there isn't. It's really surprising. So pitiful—"
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
With a few "pop" sounds, several blue veins popped out on the handsome red-haired boy's head.
He stretched the muscles in his wrists, rolled up his sleeves with a forced smile, and quickened his pace.
However, after seeing Shen Du Jianliu greet him politely, he stopped helplessly and felt a little relieved.
"I say... you do whatever that bastard Dazai tells you to do?"
"At least give me some resistance."
Nakahara Chuuya's expression became increasingly complicated, and he said with a somewhat troubled tone, "Aren't you being led by the nose?"
Shen Du Jian Liu blinked slightly with a calm expression.
Noticing that Dazai Osamu only ate one grape and stopped eating, and looked uninterested, he pushed the fruit plate to himself. He put the meal card that Dazai had thrown to him earlier together, and raised his head and said as a matter of course: "Mr. Chuuya, Mr. Dazai is not a fish."
"The mackerel has bright eyes, a pointed cone-shaped head, a fat body and fresh meat. It is called the 'chicken of the sea'. It has no similar characteristics to Mr. Dazai."
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
Dazai Osamu: “…”
"puff…!"
A certain orange-haired boy almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
[I can’t stop laughing. The angle of this answer is very strange.]
[hhhh Although this is the truth, it feels weird]
[Chuuya: Of course he is not a fish, and I am not a slug]
[Dazai is frustrated because he seems to have won the argument due to this nonsense.]
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[Interpretation of Chuuya’s expression: Having a brother with such “rich” common sense is also helpless]
[By the way, did anyone notice the fruits in the fruit bowl? Grapes, cherries, oranges, strawberries, mulberries...are all fruits that replenish iron and blood.]
[Dazai just specifically asked for the third fruit plate, didn’t he?]
[This weird guy, I'm afraid he wants to make a fool of himself by pretending to want to eat.]
Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."
He naturally knew that the two were just arguing.
It's just that Dazai Osamu didn't feel any despair due to a simple quarrel, so there's no need to waste time caring about it.
If it’s meaningless, just skip it with a random topic.
"Forget it, I'll take you over there to choose food, let's go."
Nakahara Chuuya no longer continued the previous topic. He adjusted the brim of his hat, motioned to Kamado Kenru to put the fruit plate on the table, and follow him to the serving area to pick out the vegetables.
Naturally, Dazai Osamu followed.
…
"So, why should I treat you to a meal?!"
Nakahara Chuuya watched as Dazai Osamu quickly put his own meal on the scale and squeezed together with Kamado Miryu, and the veins on his forehead popped out again.
“What’s the matter? Didn’t Chuuya treat me to a meal at a Michelin three-star restaurant before?”
"When did I ask you out... you bastard!"
"I was wondering why a large amount of money was suddenly deducted from my card... and it was the name of a restaurant I had never been to. It turned out to be you who did it!??!"
Nakahara Chuuya thought about the money missing from his card and immediately recognized the hitherto unknown culprit, and the vein on his forehead suddenly doubled in size.
"I can pay for Mr. Dazai."
Kamado Miru spoke appropriately, trying to mediate the negative emotions that were beginning to grow in the orange-haired boy: "You can also ask Mr. Chuuya."
"As a thank you for helping me with my apartment application."
“…”
After being stunned for a second, Nakahara Chuuya's expression clearly showed that he was even more troubled.
He invited Shen Du to dinner, and Shen Du invited Dazai. Now it's turning into the other party inviting two people at the same time. What is this?
For some reason, Dazai Osamu suddenly fell silent for a moment.
In the end, the ochre-haired boy in the top hat rejected Shen Du's suggestion of treating them... at least not when that bastard Dazai was around. The two of them could wait until they were free before going out alone.
He handed over his meal card speechlessly and paid for three people at the same time.
Because the three of them had prepared the meal together and they had reasons to sit together, the three of them had no choice but to sit at the same table.
"Ah, by the way, meet Liu-kun."
The calm-looking black-haired boy lowered his kite-colored eyes, his fluffy and soft hair hanging slightly in front of his forehead, and pointed with his finger at a dish on Shen Du Jianliu's plate.
"This stew is made with beer. Do you want to vomit blood again?"
"Vomiting blood???"
Nakahara Chuuya subconsciously stopped picking up the chopsticks.
Shen Du Jian Liu: "..."
He actually didn't care what he ate, the food was ordered according to the order Dazai Osamu had just given.
He lowered his eyes to glance at the stew on the black-haired boy's plate and said expressionlessly, "It's okay."
"It's just that this level won't be a problem."
"Hey, is that so..."
"But I suddenly don't want to eat this dish anymore. Do you want to continue eating it, Jian Liujun? Ah - the black chicken soup over there smells so good. I suddenly want to change it to that."
"Can you help me get it, Jianliu-kun?"
"OK."
Shen Du saw Liu put down his chopsticks, fulfilled the other party's wish, stood up and left the table where the three of them were.
"Hey, Dazai."
Nakahara Chuuya frowned his delicate eyebrows, his blue eyes looked a little cold under the bright light of the cafeteria: “Don’t go too far.”
"And what about the vomiting blood you just mentioned?"
“Chuuya, you are a test subject, but you don’t know anything about this.”
Dazai Osamu was not affected at all by the other party. He lowered his eyes and said slowly: "He had a heavy bleeding yesterday because he drank 6 glasses of 250ml whiskey. That amount of bleeding definitely caused more than just stomach problems."
“But in the end, it miraculously recovered.”
The black-haired boy's voice was quiet and long, and there was a depth in his dark left eye.
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
6 cups! ? Wouldn't that be 1500 ml, almost two full bottles? ! !
"I don't know why..." At least he couldn't drink two whole bottles of distilled liquor and stay sober.
Not to mention the self-repair thing, which is too weird no matter how you look at it. It must be at the cost of overdrawing something to achieve this level.
As the first successful case of the Huangba Tu experiment, Zhongyuan Zhongye was not clear about the specific physical condition of the "defective product".
But the situation is certainly not optimistic.
"Really? If Nakajima doesn't know either, then what about the other one?"
"Another one?"
"Wait, you mean..."
It took Nakahara Chuuya a moment to realize who Dazai Osamu was talking about, and he suddenly fell silent.
Speaking of artificial life forms with superpowers, there is naturally another one, PortMafia.
The other party was called the "Nordic God" and was the assassination king of a former European organization. He even wanted to take himself away from the military laboratory 18 years ago.
The guy who called himself his brother because of the same type of experimental project...
The opponent is still imprisoned in the underground isolation room of PortMafia, and occasionally teaches some assassination techniques to newcomers in the underground training room.
"I see."
The handsome orange-haired boy put down his chopsticks after a moment of silence, his deep blue eyes pondering something: "I will go and apply to the boss at noon, and bring him over in the afternoon."
"Ah, Boss already knows about that."
Dazai Osamu rested his chin on one hand and interrupted the other party lightly: "Do you think Mr. Mori will ignore a member with such a special situation? I have already reported to him this morning."
"By now, that person has probably received the information that was sent to him."
But I don’t know whether he will read it.
…
When Shen Du Jianliu came back with the soup, the two handsome young men, one tall and one short, sitting at the dining table remained silent, and no one spoke to each other.
Almost as expected, seeing the hot and fragrant black chicken soup in his hand, Dazai Osamu suddenly said he didn't want to eat it anymore and threw the soup to the white-haired boy who brought it back.
Shen Du Jianliu accepted the other party's kindness.
Yes, with good intentions.
He knew all along that actions that spread hope worked.
[Why don’t Dazai and Chuuya quarrel anymore?]
[These two wouldn't quarrel every day, after all, as a double black combination, they often go on missions together]
[In fact, in the three-dimensional world, they also dislike each other. In reality, he also calls Dazai "mackerel" because he got drunk and scolded Dazai for his face looking like mackerel floating in the air x]
【Reality? We don’t have such a person here.]
[It feels like they just talked about something secretly]
Secretly.
Not really.
Shen Du Jianliu picked up the chopsticks without any expression... another existence, it seemed that they wanted to meet that person.
Although he felt it was useless, he could fulfill this wish.
As the hope of the super high school level, Kamado Miru's hearing is naturally beyond that of ordinary people, and he has talents such as excellent hearing and clairaudience.
As long as he wants, he can hear everything no matter how far away it is.
Not long after the meal ended, as expected, Nakahara Chuuya asked to take him to see someone.
The place where that person was located was the extremely hidden basement of PortMafia.
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