[Previous article in Chapter 113]

The moment he saw the white-haired, golden-eyed boy calling out his name, Dazai Osamu stiffened slightly.

Chun Jun.

Although Dazai Osamu had only seen Jun Kiyohara in books, the moment he saw the young man with white hair and golden eyes, he knew that this was Jun Kiyohara, the only miracle in the eight trillion parallel worlds, Jun-kun.

Dazai Osamu concealed his slightly trembling hands, and the smile on his face became even more brilliant. Even people who knew him very well could not tell that he was pretending.

Dazai Osamu stretched out his right hand and said in a nonchalant tone: "Hey, Jun-kun, Chuuya, good morning."

Kiyohara Jun nodded to Dazai Osamu, who tried to observe Kiyohara Jun's expression, but could not tell anything from that expressionless paralyzed face.

Did Jun recognize me? On one hand, Dazai hoped that Kiyohara Jun would not recognize him, so that he could spend the day with Kiyohara Jun in peace. On the other hand, he also hoped that Kiyohara Jun could recognize that he was not the Dazai Osamu of this world, so that he could get along with Kiyohara Jun in his own identity.

However, Dazai Osamu could not see any trace of recognition in Kiyohara Jun's attitude, as if he was still the Dazai Osamu that Kiyohara Jun was familiar with.

While he breathed a sigh of relief, Dazai Osamu could not hide his disappointment.

"Dazai, you bastard." Nakahara Chuuya stepped forward and grabbed Dazai Osamu's collar, swinging his fist and saying viciously, "It was you who asked to go, and yet you dared to be late!"

Seeing that Nakahara Chuuya showed no respect for him at all, Dazai Osamu was slightly distracted, but he found that he had replied very skillfully: "I am late for a reason. If Chuuya keeps pestering me, then I can't show him the reason~"

It turns out that he is still so familiar with the quarrel with Zhongye.

"Hmm? Is there a reason?" Nakahara Chuuya looked at Dazai Osamu with some suspicion, hesitated again and again, looked at Dazai Osamu's extremely sincere expression, and finally let go of Dazai Osamu's collar, took a step back and folded his arms to see what Dazai Osamu would say.

"The reason is..." Dazai Osamu deliberately dragged out his voice, "Jun-kun, save me!"

Facing the attack from the furious Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu distracted himself by thinking that he was so familiar with Chuuya's attack rhythm, while quickly slipping behind Kiyohara Jun.

Qingyuan Jun sighed helplessly, looked at the two people bickering across his elementary school student, and put his hand on his forehead.

"Dazai, Chuuya, that's enough." Kiyohara Jun said expressionlessly, "If you two keep arguing, we'll really be late."

"Lululu, if we're late, it's all Chuuya's fault." Dazai Osamu replied subconsciously. The quarrel with Nakahara Chuuya just now was actually all due to Dazai Osamu and the instincts of this body, while Dazai Osamu himself was distracted the whole time.

The young man used his not-so-broad shoulders to stand in front of him, just like Dazai Osamu and others became the leader of this world. It was obviously okay not to protect him and he wouldn't get hurt, but Jun Jun still chose to protect him.

Dazai Osamu looked at the boy standing in front of him. Even though it was a joke, he didn't leave. He subconsciously wanted to purse his lips, but he could only maintain that provocative look.

This is not his world, and Chun Jun is not his Chun Jun.

This is the only miracle in the eight trillion parallel worlds, a miracle that belongs exclusively to Dazai Osamu in this world. He is just a thief who occupies another person's body, a substitute who can only enjoy a brief happiness by using the names of others.

Dazai Osamu could hardly control the expression on his face, but his years of disguise skills and strong will prevented him from showing an expression that looked like he was about to cry.

And in a place that Dazai Osamu didn't notice, Kiyohara Jun, who seemed to have noticed nothing, tilted his head slightly, but before Dazai Osamu noticed, he returned to his helpless and expressionless look.

After a quarrel, the three of them finally got into Nakahara Chuuya's sports car under the mediation of Kiyohara Jun.

Without any quarrel, Dazai Osamu, whose eyes would have lost their luster if he had not been in disguise, quietly sat on the back seat of Nakahara Chuuya.

Perhaps because Nakahara Chuuya was driving a four-seater sports car this time, Kiyohara Junya and Dazai Osamu sat in the back seat together.

"Dazai, you are such a coward." As they drove towards the destination, Nakahara Chuuya cursed, "I saw you were late this morning. I'm afraid you were hesitating. It's just a book signing event, but you insisted on dragging me and Jun to accompany you, and you still don't want to go. It's like there's a dragon's den and a tiger's lair ahead."

"What? It's because you are so uneducated that I reluctantly let you come to the book signing event to get some literary inspiration." Dazai Osamu had a flawless smile on his face. He calmly said something that only the Dazai Osamu of this world would know, "Didn't Chuuya still get forced to read poetry by Verlaine a few days ago? I think even Verlaine can't stand Chuuya's lack of education."

When Dazai Osamu heard the words "signing session", his heart started beating faster.

At this time, the autograph session is Oda Saku's autograph session.

Dazai Osamu's pupils dilated slightly. He recalled that he went to see Odasaku yesterday, but was pointed at with a gun. He felt something screaming in his heart.

Why, why can Dazai Osamu in this world be so happy.

Why are they all Dazai Osamu? The Dazai Osamu of this world can possess unique miracles.

Just when Dazai Osamu felt that his heart was getting heavier and heavier, as if some mud had drowned his heart and he was almost suffocating, Kiyohara Jun suddenly spoke.

After retracting his gaze that had been fixed on Dazai Osamu, Kiyohara Jun said casually, "I remember that Chuuya wrote a poem a few days ago, and it was praised by Rimbaud and Verlaine, right?"

“Chun!” Nakahara Chuuya’s ears turned red, “Don’t mention this again!”

"It's a good thing." Kiyohara Jun looked a little confused. "It's a good thing that Chuuya has literary talent. Why can't we mention it?"

Without changing the subject, Qingyuan Jun felt that his social skills had been greatly improved.

If Nakahara Chuuya hadn't had to drive, he would have almost covered his face with one hand and shrank into the ground.

That bastard Dazai will surely laugh at him, Nakahara Chuuya thought in despair.

However, contrary to Nakahara Chuuya's expectations, Dazai Osamu did not laugh at him loudly, but just laughed a few times and then started chattering about other topics.

This made Nakahara Chuuya, who already felt that Dazai Osamu was a little strange today, suspicious. He looked at Dazai Osamu in the back seat through the rearview mirror, but he only saw Kiyohara Jun next to Dazai Osamu shaking his head at him imperceptibly.

Although he felt that Dazai Osamu was still Dazai Osamu today, he did not look like Dazai Osamu. After seeing Kiyohara Jun's actions, Nakahara Chuuya knew that Kiyohara Jun would not hurt Dazai Osamu, so he did not pay any more attention to it.

The sports car spun gracefully and, thanks to Nakahara Chuuya's superb driving skills, parked accurately in the parking space.

"Although I know that Oda's book is very popular, there are too many people." Nakahara Chuuya looked at the crowd in front of him in amazement. No, it should be said that it was a crowd of people. "We don't have to queue, do we?"

Nakahara Chuuya turned his head to look at the dazed Dazai Osamu, and said with gritted teeth: "If we really have to queue, I will kill you, Dazai."

He wasted his entire morning just to queue up with Dazai Osamu. What kind of drug did that bastard Dazai give him to make him agree to do this?

In fact, he did not agree to Dazai Osamu, nor was he invited by Dazai Osamu. It was just that when Kiyohara Jun casually mentioned that he was going out with Dazai Osamu today, Nakahara Chuuya volunteered to protect the leader Kiyohara Jun and tried to pass the blame.

Coming back to his senses from his trance, Dazai Osamu was just about to reply to Nakahara Chuuya's words when he saw a young man who looked like an assistant, his eyes lit up when he saw the three of them, and he walked towards them.

"Is this Dazai-kun? I'm Mr. Oda's assistant. The teacher is waiting for you in the bookstore."

Under the guidance of the assistant, the three met Oda Sakunosuke, who was dressed in a suit and tie.

"Ah, it's Dazai." Oda Sakunosuke, who had shaved off his beard and looked less haggard, raised his hand to greet him. His expression was very calm, and he didn't seem to realize how strange it was for a man who had quit the Port Mafia to greet the leader of the Port Mafia. "And Kiyohara and Nakahara."

Dazai Osamu watched Oda Sakunosuke greet him calmly, and flashbacks began to run through his mind.

On one side, Oda Sakunosuke greeted him calmly.

On one side was Oda Sakunosuke from his world, pointing a gun at him warily.

Oda Sakunosuke's calm and vigilant appearance kept flashing back, as did Kiyohara Jun's back and the files of the childless Kiyohara family.

Dazai Osamu could no longer control his trembling pupils. His pupils reflected the profile of Kiyora Jun and the calm face of Oda Sakunosuke beside him. For a moment, Dazai Osamu felt negative emotions that were difficult to describe in words.

Negative emotions such as jealousy, destruction, hatred, etc. mixed together and turned into Dazai Osamu's smiling "Good morning, great writer Odasaku."

Dazai Osamu only felt that his body and soul were separated. His body was still talking with Odasaku, Junjun and Chuuya with a smile, but his soul was screaming, crying and struggling.

Why is this not my world?

Why miracles don't belong to me.

Why are we all Dazai Osamu? I can only gain a world that requires me to work tirelessly and sleeplessly to protect, which may be broken at any time, while you gain an extremely solid world with people walking side by side with you, protecting you, and accompanying you.

Why...

Dazai Osamu smiled and said, "Odasaku, please give me your autograph."