Gold Medal Assistant Anwu Ginseng
Dazai's smile had faded, and he stared intently at Chuuya, his eyes devoid of any warmth. Chuuya, however, did not look away; his beautiful blue eyes were fixed fiercely on Dazai.
"Are you going to use your interrogation techniques on me?"
"No, Chuuya, you know I'm not that gentle when I interrogate people."
"In that case, perhaps you could tell me what you're looking at when you're spacing out?"
Chuuya silently distanced himself from Dazai, beginning to ponder when he had been exposed. But no matter how he thought about it, he probably couldn't have imagined that if this were a storybook, he would have been caught red-handed in the very first part of the story, before the first chapter even began.
Dazai didn't dwell on it too much. He hadn't expected to get any clues from Chuuya himself anyway, since it was most interesting to solve the mystery himself.
"Okay, okay, it's fine if Chuuya doesn't want to tell me these things. After all, I'm a considerate partner."
Chuuya stared at Dazai with dead fish eyes. What nonsense was he spouting? 'Considerate'? 'Good partner'? What word did Dazai even have to do with that?
Chuuya breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally gotten past Dazai. At this moment, Chuuya felt both relieved and apprehensive. However, there seemed to be some kind of security mechanism. While Dazai was asking questions, the unseen camera switched directly to the protagonist, the Tiger Boy.
Chuuya selectively ignored the comments expressing dissatisfaction in mid-air. Although 6499 said he couldn't actively reveal the existence of the comments, they guessed it had nothing to do with him, so Chuuya chose to exploit a loophole in the system's language and start slacking off.
After all, if Dazai really wanted to know something, nothing could be hidden from him. Moreover, 6499 emphasized that those watching them from another world should not be kept in the dark about this matter. As long as he didn't reveal it to the comments or other people, there wouldn't be any problem.
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"Chuuya, I have another question! What were you planning to do dressed like a peacock in the days before you were kidnapped? Perhaps it has something to do with that poor soul who was favored by that slug?"
Dazai felt he might have asked the wrong question. He didn't miss the moment when Chuuya, who had been fuming, looked surprised upon hearing the question, and then his expression turned somewhat strange.
Even someone as intelligent as Dazai never considered the possibility of developing a romantic relationship with Chuuya. Two men, him and Chuuya—it's a very strange thing, isn't it?
That emotion that could be called liking was only truly expressed when he was 15 years old. The boy didn't get the answer he wanted, but he still tried to live for someone.
Finally, Dazai stared at Chuuya, who seemed to be struggling with something, weighing the pros and cons, or something else. Because of overthinking, he was like a computer crashing, which manifested in Chuuya's face suddenly turning red. Dazai understood, after all, Chuuya's brain was as small as a slug's. Anyway, it was quite a while before Dazai heard Chuuya's voice.
"I'll tell you once this is resolved. How much longer do we have to wait?"
[She's seducing you, maybe she's preparing to confess her feelings]
【Chūya's teenage thoughts】
That's very tempting. Chuuya was just on patrol, and he caught a mackerel before he even cast his line.
[Looking forward to Chuuya, the hero who saves the world after the great war, confessing his feelings to Dazai.]
After Chuuya finished speaking, he felt his face burning hot, of course, because of the teasing comments in the live chat. For the first time, Chuuya hoped that the camera could stay on the tiger's side for a while longer, instead of turning back immediately after the crisis was over.
It was a rather abrupt change of topic, but Dazai didn't point it out. Chuuya had already promised to tell him, and given Chuuya's personality, it wasn't impossible for him to understand, since there was still a rat outside. But it still felt a bit unsettling.
Why hesitate? Shouldn't Chuuya just wag his tail and tell him when he wants to know? Shouldn't he ask his master for help when he can't figure something out?
"It's truly amazing! Chuuya's brain, which is as small as a slug's, still remembers our main objective. This is a major breakthrough in the biological world."
...The real blockhead should be Dazai.
[Was Chuuya really not just experiencing a racing heart from anger, mistaking it for butterflies in his stomach or the stirrings of first love?]
Just when I think the atmosphere is starting to become ambiguous, this fish is like:
Dazai watched as Chuuya's face, which had been slightly red, turned from red to green, and then from green to black, curled up at the corners of his mouth. His mood visibly improved, and he even began humming a little tune he had made up himself.
Dazai strode outside, and Chuuya, who clearly understood Dazai's meaning, followed behind him with a dark expression, having composed himself. Perhaps this was the law of conservation of smiles.
"Hey! You're just going to go out like this? You already know where that guy Dostoevsky is?"
"I don't know."
Dazai's tone was so self-righteous that even Chu couldn't help but glance at him. Dazai was on his phone, texting someone.
"I don't know, but someone definitely does. We should just go find them."
Noticing Chuuya's gaze, Dazai smiled and waved his phone at Chuuya.
[Gold Medal Shop Helps Anwu Ginseng]
At this point, the official organizations definitely know the most.
"The Special Abilities Agency," Chuuya answered with certainty.
"You got it right!"
As soon as I came out, I saw an ordinary black car parked on the side of the road, waiting quietly.
"Dazai, Master Nakahara."
Chuuya sat in the back seat first, and Dazai, who was about to go to the front seat, smoothly changed direction and sat in the back with Chuuya.
[This Dazai is not riding well.]
They're basically using Ango as their driver!
[No, it's also possible that Nakamaru assumed Dazai would sit in the front, so he sat in the back, but it's suspicious why Dazai would sit in the back.]
[Want to get close to my wife? I booked it instantly!]
Chuuya did indeed think as the comments suggested, but he didn't expect Dazai to sit down next to him.
However, Ango didn't say anything about it. Rather, he had some psychological trauma, and he was relieved to see Dazai take the seat in the back.
“We have located Dostoevsky’s position. He doesn’t seem to be moving any further, as if… he’s waiting for us to come to him. I will take you to the vicinity, so please proceed with caution.”
"Thank you so much, Anwu!"
Dazai thanked Ango with a smile, causing a bead of cold sweat to fall from Ango's forehead.
"It's alright, I'll be leaving now."
Thank you.
Chuuya nodded to Ango while adjusting his hat, then turned and looked up, clearly seeing the white figure on the rooftop without even having to look for it.
Just as Ango had said, the other party made no attempt to hide themselves and even waved in their direction.
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