Chapter 116 It doesn't matter, you can steal someone else's
116.
You ignored Edogawa Ranpo's question.
The black-haired detective looked at you for a while, snorted loudly, then turned his back and began to sulk, ignoring you.
As for where Nakajima Atsushi went... you thought that based on this, this tiger-eating Liu Hai with a strong personality, he should have a lot to talk about with Akutagawa Ryunosuke, so you packed them both up and sent them to the Cat Boy School.
It's not necessary for them to go to school, but when you see an NPC with good fighting skills but poor intelligence, you can't hide your love for keeping things balanced.
You also cannot allow foreign NPCs to lower the average intelligence of Yokohama!
By the way, when you were walking around Yokohama looking for a new place to grow vegetables, you met a kid who was very good at scamming people and had stars in his eyes.
He didn't do anything. He just passed by on his bird. Meili touched him with his tail and said that the cat man hurt him. He has turned evil and is going to kill people. Everyone else should stay away!
You think that a child of this age who would speak like this must have not read enough books.
The kind-hearted cat man did not choose to let his head explode, but instead did charity, resurrected the two gray corpses next to him for free, and promoted his own school on the spot.
You tell the two NPCs who haven't come to their senses yet that the school has learned the exam-oriented education from the neighboring country, and the tuition per semester is not 998, not 98, but only 99998. This will ensure that the children will fall in love with learning and will no longer become evil.
Of course, to ensure fairness, you also asked the NPCs whose numbers were already good whether they wanted to go to school. Catman could give them a warm greeting that was ten times the homework.
Dazai Osamu let out a "huh" and showed a look of disgust, and quickly went over to Sakaguchi Ango and Oda Sakunosuke to mutter to you.
Mori Guwai laughed and said, "Don't you know, Chief? He actually graduated from the University of Tokyo." You said, "No wonder Secretary Mori is so slow in writing documents. It turns out that his major is not suitable for him. I will punish him by making him study literature at the University of Tokyo while working and get a doctorate degree."
The people from the flag association got busy as soon as you asked this question. Anyway, they just wanted to thank the leader, but they didn't have the level to go to school, so such a good opportunity should be given to Secretary Mori.
Verlaine... Verlaine was re-educated by Rimbaud and Pollard. Under his lost gaze, you turned around and asked Shibuzawa Ryuhiko and Sigma if they wanted to go to school.
Shibuzawa Ryuhiko said that he didn't want to stay in the same room with people who didn't have brilliance because he would get jade syndrome, and Sigma said that he wanted to stay at home so he wanted to study on his own... The original words were not like this, but if you translate it using the Cat Man translator, I think that's what they meant.
After asking around, no one was willing to go, so the cat man left with regret.
It was at this time that Zhongyuan Zhongye came to him hesitantly and asked him if he could go to school.
“Eh? Do you want to go to school?” You scratched your ear in confusion, “But your intelligence is not low either…”
The most useful brick-moving NPC is gone. Who else can pamper you like Chuuya Nakahara and help you build a factory in one night... Forget about Verlaine. He will finish the homework given by Rimbaud first.
“…If you can’t, forget it.” Seeing that you didn’t agree for a long time, Nakahara Chuuya loosened his fist, took a long breath, and said with relief, “Now… it’s also good.”
On the night when he met the people of the Flag Association again, Nakahara Chuuya, who never had dreams, had a dream.
He saw Verlaine kill the detective who had been taking care of him; he saw the members of the Flag Society being killed in the old world, and the blind Albatross entrusted the dead doctor to him; he saw Adam choose to self-destruct in order to stop the monster full of hatred; he saw Rimbaud turning himself into a singularity...
He saw the devastated Yokohama, saw a completely different fate, saw himself losing his family, and finally regarded Hong Kong/Heilongjiang as his home...
Before waking up, he made eye contact with his dream self.
That "Nakahara Chuuya" stood silently in the darkness, saying nothing, but raised his hand and used gravity to push him out of the darkness.
Waking up in the old world, Zhongyuan Zhongye was still a little dazed: was he in a dream or in reality?
Albatross saw him wake up, without putting down the pool cue, and leaned forward with a smile: "What's wrong, Chuuya? Are you crying because you lost so much just now?"
"Chuuya is a very busy man now." The pianist leaned against the wall and smiled, "The leader summons him to build a new factory every day."
"Would you like me to prescribe some medicine to relieve my fatigue?" The doctor, looking weak, stood up, holding onto the mobile IV pole, his eyes still filled with impatience, "I found a new formula..."
"Eh? Why are you leaving? Put the note on before you go!" You don't know how you got here, but you're here to play anyway. You look up in dissatisfaction, "Did you lose the card game and can't afford to play anymore?"
Why don't the cards you won by reading the game file and playing with your ability be counted as your own win?
"Why don't you learn to be cold-blooded? He really took the note with his face."
His face was covered with small white notes and he had a cold-blooded expressionless face. Only the eyes that peeked out from the gaps between the papers revealed a sense of hopelessness in life.
…
It was not until the hand of the albatross fell on his shoulder that the unreal feelings left his body. Nakahara Chuuya sat on the sofa, looking at the other people in the old world, and suddenly laughed.
Albatross' eyes widened and he turned his head in panic: "Did you take the picture? Did Chuuya just show a very rare expression?"
"Of course." The publicity officer waved the camera in his hand. "Ah, I originally wanted to capture the expression of Ye drinking the wine mixed by the leader... Now this scene is also worth it."
"Oh, that's true." You leaned over and said, "It's very nice, give me one."
The publicity officer gave you an OK sign.
“But…” You looked at the Flag Association, thinking, “Did you guys secretly contribute to Dazai’s “This Week’s Unyielding Chuuya”?
You said that the backgrounds of some pictures look like the old world. It turns out there is a traitor... But this has nothing to do with you, since you didn't provide the photos anyway.
But you didn’t tell Chuuya that you actually read it every week and even read ahead on Lupin… It’s good and you love it. Neko-nan-chan’s understanding of Chuuya-chan has leveled up!
The publicity officer's smile froze.
The pianist combed out the piano strings, which were completely free of tangles.
The albatross withdrew his hand, turned his head away and began to whistle.
Leng Xue and the doctor suddenly turned into masters of floor mending, busy staring at the seams.
Nakahara Chuuya, who was still moved by the heartwarming scene before him: ...
“You guys…” The veins on Nakahara Chuuya’s forehead jumped, and he glanced at the people in the flag club with a sly expression, “Come and fight gravity—”
…
“No, I support you in pursuing your dream of going to school.” You patted Nakahara Chuuya’s shoulder and muttered, “Why haven’t you grown taller yet? Is it because you don’t drink milk?”
"I will still grow taller!" Nakahara Chuuya jumped up when his sore spot was touched. "Aren't you only 1.6 meters tall?"
"Sorry." You wagged your tail, proudly, "Cat Man is three centimeters taller than you."
“…Tsk.” Nakahara Chuuya turned his head away, glanced at you again, and whispered, “Then can I go to school?”
“Sure.” You gave Nakahara Chuuya a thumbs up and smiled brightly, “I support you to study and work part-time. If you can’t finish your work that day, don’t sleep.”
"Hello!"
After a while, Zhongyuan Zhongye, who had calmed down, explained to you that when he was still a member of the "Sheep", he had no chance and money to read books; after coming to Hong Kong and becoming a member of the mafia, it didn't matter whether he had read books or not.
"So...so..." Nakahara Chuuya said shyly, "I want to fulfill the wish that I didn't realize before."
Maybe he didn't want to study, but wanted to experience what a normal life would be like for "Nakahara Chuuya" if he hadn't become a test subject.
Everyone in the flag club noticed his thoughts and kept urging him to come to you.
"Besides studying, is there anything else you want to do?" You shook your ears. "Don't other people say you sing well? Have you ever thought about forming a band?"
Thinking of the knife-wielding people saying that "poet Nakahara Chuuya" is actually the fourth person of the rogue school, you added: "Are you interested in poetry? Cat Man can also support you in writing poetry."
Hehehe, whether he debuts as a singer or as a poet and publishes a collection of poems, he can make a lot of money for Cat Man.
“Hey, is it okay?” Nakahara Chuuya was a little tempted, but he immediately looked at you worriedly, “Isn’t it too late to start now…”
"No."
You swept the documents written by Mori Ou aside, then sat on the table with your tail swishing.
“If you are going to die in your twenties or thirties, then you should enjoy yourself, seize the present moment, do what you want to do, and leave no regrets.”
“If you are going to die in your 80s or 90s, you still have a long life ahead of you. Even if you make a mistake, you can start over. You can boldly try all the new things that interest you.”
"If you are going to die in your 50s or 60s..." You paused and said with a smile, "Humans never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. Why not go crazy? Who knows, you might die tomorrow?"
Like your parents, who would have thought that they would have an accident on a plane?
So, before they leave, they should go to that super expensive, super small, but super delicious high-end restaurant. You thought, and said you would go to eat together when you come back, but now, there is no chance anymore.
You would not choose to go to that store alone.
Seeing that Nakahara Chuuya was deep in thought, you cleared your throat again and said seriously, "Also, Chuuya, when facing someone who has no results, you have to remember--"
"Don't despise the poor young, don't despise the poor middle-aged, don't despise the poor old, the dead are the greatest."
Nakahara Chuuya, who was originally thinking about the philosophy of life, heard this and his mouth twitched, as if he had used a lot of effort to resist complaining about you.
…
"Eh..." Dazai Osamu said in a long tone, "So the little slug is going to school?"
"Yes, and then he is a cadre with a diploma, and you--" you gave Dazai Osamu a sympathetic look, "you will be outshined by Chuuya."
Dazai Osamu's face immediately wrinkled up, as if he had eaten a pound of sour lemons: "Huh - being outdone by a slug..." His tone changed, and he said sinisterly, "This kind of thing will never happen..."
"Come to think of it..." Oda Sakunosuke looked at you, "How did the cat man want to become the leader?"
"There are many reasons..." Mainly because the system merges similar items, and you are greedy for reputation and useful NPCs and so on.
What's more——
"Catman has reached the highest level and has become a bigger, stronger and better catman." You said righteously, "Besides, the irritable bastard before can be the leader, and the unlicensed doctor behind can be the leader, so why can't the catman who is loved by everyone, flowers bloom when he sees them, and food automatically jumps into the bowl when he sees it be the leader?"
This is not a reason at all, right?! Sakaguchi Ango pushed his glasses hard, but he didn't want to become a real complainer, so he just guzzled tomato juice.
Hearing your description of Mori Ogai, Dazai Osamu burst out laughing. When he was done laughing, he pulled out a photo from his pocket, walked in front of you, and boasted in a frivolous tone, "We took a photo together yesterday. There's only one person here who doesn't have a photo. Guess who it is?"
Looking at the photo of Ango Sakaguchi, Sakunosuke Oda and Osamu Dazai sitting together in order, you meowed and pounced on Dazai Osamu, saying angrily, "What?! You took the photo without the cat man? I'll kill you!"
"Who told you to go watch a horror movie with Wu Wei's childish ghost yesterday? Lululu~"
"Haha, it's okay. I'll just cut out your photo and put the cat man's photo up."
"Wow... so vicious! Superman Odasaku, help me! The photos are about to be taken away!"
Hearing the call for help, Oda Sakunosuke just put down his wine glass and was about to go over to help, but Sakaguchi Ango reached out and stopped him.
"Mr. Oda." Sakaguchi Ango pushed up his glasses, and the white light reflected by the lenses blocked the emotions in his eyes, "At this time..."
He said coldly: "Just let them fight on their own. They will stop when they have had enough."
Don't ask. If you ask, it's the tearful lessons learned from countless attempts to persuade others to stop fighting and countless times being implicated.
"oh."
Oda Sakunosuke thought about this period of time, and how every time he met with you alone, he would be asked when you would write the novel. He would then sit back in his seat obediently, pretending he hadn't heard Dazai's request for help.
"O...Odasaku!" The betrayed Dazai Osamu widened his eyes in disbelief and let out a sad wail.
Sorry, Dazai... Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of wine, revealing a hint of fatigue, but he really...
Not a single word was written.