The early morning sunlight passed through the shabby windows and fell on the black-haired young man sitting on the chair. He was no longer typing on his computer, but holding a book.

Dazai squinted his eyes and took a look, roughly confirming that the book he was holding was the flower-growing novel he had used to block the sunlight before.

Seeing that he was awake, Fyodor smiled at him and said, "Thank you for last night, Mr. Zhi."

If it were someone else, they might be polite.

But who is he? He is Dazai Osamu, the Dazai Osamu who is known for his shamelessness.

So he sat up naturally and said, "You're welcome, Feijia, how about treating me to dinner?"

Without waiting for Fyodor to answer him, he said to himself, "I want to eat crab meat! I haven't eaten it for a long time. I feel like I don't have the energy of crab meat anymore."

Fyodor did not say anything to refuse, but just closed the book and said, "Okay, let's just consider it as a way to repay you."

Hearing this, the young man with iris eyes narrowed his eyes slightly, but soon replied happily, "Great!"

"Let's go, Feijia~" Dazai frowned and rubbed his stomach, as if he couldn't wait any longer and said, "I'm so hungry--"

Fyodor showed no sign of wanting to stand up. He lowered his purple eyes, smiling, with a gentle look on his face. "It's a pity, Neji-kun, my hair isn't dry yet, so I can't go out now."

Dazai: ...

The young man with iris eyes lowered his head and thought for a moment, then he took a towel from the side and waved to the young man with purple eyes, saying with a smile, "Then come here, I'll help you wipe it."

He guessed that Fyodor agreed to take him to eat crab meat because of something, and it was related to him - it should be Fyodor's plan this time.

But even though we know this, it is still impossible not to eat crab meat.

I finally got a meal of crab meat from Fyodor, how could I give it up so easily!

Poor Dazai Osamu.

The young man with purple-red eyes looked a little surprised when he heard that, but he quickly understood what was going on and walked over with a smile.

Dazai stood behind the young man holding a towel, and wiped his hair with a smile on his face. The young man also smiled, lowered his head and let Dazai do what he wanted to do to his head.

The sunlight from outside came in through the window and happened to fall less than ten centimeters away from them. The tiny dust particles were invisible under the sunlight, and the invisible light had shape.

Although the scene is indeed beautiful, Dazai himself is not a patient person, so the way he wipes Fyodor's hair can be described as bold.

It took no more than ten minutes to wipe his medium-short wet hair until it was semi-dry, but compared to the smoothness of his hair just after washing, Fyodor was now only one pair of ragged clothes away from being a homeless man.

But Fyodor was worthy of being a demon. Even though his hair was messed up like a chicken nest by Dazai, he still smiled gently, and his purple-red eyes were filled with tolerance like the sea.

But to be honest, what Dazai hates most is Fyodor's hypocritical look.

Fyodor doesn't believe in God at all, but he pretends to be the most devout believer and likes to quote some religious words. He is obviously a cruel devil, but he wraps himself in divinity, making him look more like God than God.

"Good-hearted Russians" couldn't be more hypocritical. :,,.