MTL - COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew-Chapter 5 The frail transfer student

At 4:30 in the morning, I saw the begonia flower... ahhh, Osamu Dazai was still awake.

He was lying on the bed, covering his left eye with one hand, and staring at the empty place with his right eye in a daze.

"Ah, why should I go to junior high school again..."

[Host, you haven't been to school since you appeared in this world] The system said in a distressed tone.

[The boss of the Black Organization actually won't let you go to school! ! ] It was outraged.

Ah this...

In fact, the adoptive father had found a tutor for him, but...

Start the memory route.

The young boy was wearing a small suit, sitting obediently in his seat, raising his hand from time to time.

"Teacher, your answer is wrong..."

"Teacher, there are three other solutions to this problem..."

"teacher,……"

"Teacher, why is the teacher's level so poor, and you can come to be my teacher?" The boy said this sentence with a dazed expression.

The tutor broke the defense on the spot, covering his face and crying.

"It's my fault! My level is not worthy of being the teacher of the young master, please let me go... ah no, please find another teacher." So the tutor ran away crying.

Boss:…

He fixedly stared at the boy with a naive expression and behaved badly, and sighed.

So there are no governesses anymore.

That boss took Dazai Oji around the world, including the legendary Hawaii.

Memories end.

"I didn't expect that father still didn't give up." The boy turned over.

"Should I say it's good that Diguang's uniform is not ugly?" If the green uniform of the entire PK Academy...

Kao wine betrayed the organization on the spot (crossed out)

He checked it carefully last night. In this world, there are no superpowers, and there is no such thing as Kexue.

Although there are Ke Xue's small tennis, small basketball, small volleyball, sprint and figure skating...

Except for Conan, everything else is a safe daily exercise! /vibration.

[Student, it's a good disguise, if the host does nothing at your age, you will be suspected! ] The system said bitterly.

"No, aren't there a lot of dead houses who dropped out of school here in Neon? What's wrong with one more of me!" Tsushima Shuzhi was arrogant.

[You're right, the boss doesn't listen, the next one] The vicissitudes of the system are lighting cigarettes.

Shuji Tsushima: …

He couldn't refuse it at all.

Diguang's school uniform is white suit trousers + light blue shirt + black tie.

Once this suit is put on...

"Ah, what's the matter with this feeling of being a weak and melancholy prince!!"

"Is this really a character that Dazai Osamu can have?!"

[Use your COS strength, host, and arrange a perfect character for the transfer student] The tone of the system is flat and unwavering.

"Okay, then let's the sick and depressed prince." He said, the muscles on his face relaxed and his expression adjusted.

When he raised his head again, the melancholy between his brows and eyes was about to overflow, and his body was haunted by the impatience of illness, a kind of fragility and nervousness that strayed from the world.

Isn't that DK Zai? he can! coser can not say no!

Gin really arranged a driver for him.

And a person in a suit who looks like a handsome old housekeeper.

This old butler looks a little familiar.

"Welcome back to Tokyo, Master Shuji."

"Knowing that you are all right, Mrs. and Mrs. must be very happy."

oh! Thinking about it, I didn't look at the two corpses in front of him that day. I didn't look at it carefully at the time. Now I think about it, there was actually a painting in the hall. The boy who came out was Shuji Tsushima.

The system deeply hides merit and fame.

"Long time no see, Grandpa Tanaka." The boy lowered his long eyelashes and spoke softly.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" The old butler looked at the young master's left eye, which was wrapped in bandages, as well as his neck and exposed left hand.

Tsushima Shuji: ...Can I say that I don't have any problems at all?

"It's just an accident." The boy stood in the dark facing the light, looking frivolous and illusory.

"...Please get in the car." The old butler seemed to want to say something, but finally stopped.

He just stepped forward and opened the car door for him, and stood aside waiting for him to get in the car.

After Tsushima Shuji got into the car naturally, the old butler closed the door and got into the co-pilot himself.

[Tsk tsk tsk, corruption, corruption] The system suddenly complained.

"This is corrupt? Isn't there a more corrupt scene when you are with that gentleman?" Tsushima Shuji asked.

I have to say that the organization in black in his world is a real bull.

It doesn’t matter if there are research institute bases all over the world, they control the regimes of small countries, and they are even behind the transfer of power in big countries.

It's really not just talking about being rich enough to rival a country.

In some countries, Shuji Tsushima accompanied the father and enjoyed the treatment of the king and the crown prince, tsk.

…

"Hey, did you hear that, there's a new transfer student coming to our class today."

"It's been so long since school started. Is there any problem?"

"Really, how can you think of others like that?"

"Hopefully a handsome guy!"

"Then I hope to be a beauty."

A class is talking about the upcoming transfer students.

"Dong dong dong—quiet." The head teacher of Mediterranean Sea tapped on the podium.

"Tsushima-san, please come in." After seeing that the students were all quiet, he turned to face the door.

That was a... an incredible beautiful boy.

He wore the same school uniform as them, but he was obviously more handsome and extravagant.

He looked very sickly, the bandages were wrapped around his left eye all the way to the wrists of both hands, and white bandages were attached to the knuckles of the ten fingers of both hands, and only a small half of his right face and right eye were exposed from top to bottom.

Sickness and fragile delicacy that fills the realm of fantasy.

"First meeting, I'm Shuji Tsushima." He took the chalk and wrote the words Shuji Tsushima on the blackboard, turned around and said to the boy and girl below.

After a while, scattered applause rang out.

"Tsujima-kun, your seat is the last one by the window..."

Remembering what the teacher in charge of the Mediterranean said, Shuji Tsushima walked silently to the last seat by the window.

The place was already filled with teaching materials, and there was a satchel and a bento in the drawer.

He took out his bag and rummaged through it. There were four or five pens and inks that he often used, as well as other things that he wouldn't think to bring.

"Hey, why did Tsushima-kun take so long to transfer after school started?" Someone leaned in front of him and asked.

With short brown hair and fair complexion, he is a JK who can score six points.

"Because I was treated abroad before, I only returned to China a few days ago."

"Hey, is Tsushima-kun ill?"

"It's just a small problem, thank you for worrying."

"Nah, Tsushima-kun..."

Almost all the girls in the class ran around his position to ask for help.

It caused dissatisfaction from the other boys.

"What, it looks like a sick seedling that is about to die."

"That's right, a soft guy, these girls are really not picky."

"You can only make the little girl sympathize with this image..."

Tsushima Shuji, who had a very clear sense of malice, had a dark look in his eyes.

Compared with the small group he was already familiar with, Tsushima Shuji, as an individual who suddenly intervened, is not normal to cause other people's dissatisfaction?

Rather, he was looking forward to seeing what that group of people could achieve.

At noon, he came to the rooftop alone with a bento.

Originally, the rooftop belonged to the exclusive domain of the miracle generation in the Diguang basketball club.

After graduation, the generations of miracles went their separate ways, and others didn't bother to run to the rooftop, so the rooftop was completely empty.

gave him a quiet and lazy place.

"Yo Xi, skip class this afternoon!" He thought so, laying lazily on the rooftop and closing his eyes.

The classroom on the other side.

"Hey, Ito, it's not good for us to do this..."

"Shut up, Ishii, we just gave that kid a warning."

"Hey, if you dare to talk nonsense with that kid, don't blame me for being rude." The man named Ito turned around and threatened the others.

He couldn't wait to see that kid cry.

However, Tsushima Shuji didn't show up for a whole afternoon.

It wasn't until five minutes before school that he returned to the classroom slowly.

Under the quietly cast eyes around him, he stood beside his seat.

In the morning, it was still a brand new desk. At this moment, it was full of dazzling ink marks, and the corpses of brand new pens were scattered here and there...

To be honest, Tsushima Shuji's thinking now is: This is this, this is this?

The people sitting around the transfer student seemed to hear the transfer student sigh slightly.

The moment the teacher on the podium said that school was dismissed, the transfer students also spoke.

"Sorry, you may be able to leave later," he said.

"Huh? Why? When something goes wrong with you, why should everyone waste time with you? Stay here and wipe it slowly~ Transfer student." A gentle-looking boy mocked.

"Then, can you tell me, who did it?" The transfer student sighed and said helplessly.

Some people looked away and dared not look at him.

Some people looked dazed, UU reading www.uukanshu. com is furious.

"We don't know, don't we?" the boy asked in a high voice.

"Yes...Yes, we didn't see anything..."

"We don't know anything..."

"Did you hear it? Let's go when you hear it clearly." The boy said maliciously.

"If you can't find out who did it, you can only call the police. Everyone can't leave here until the police show up to find that person." Tsushima Shuji took out his cell phone.

"Hey... true or false..."

"You actually want to call the police?" The boy had an incredible expression.

"The Kailandi fountain pen is limited to 1,140 pens in the world. The issue price of a single pen is 40,000 US dollars, and the market price is 100,000 US dollars. Here, there are five damaged pens. According to the market price, it is 500,000 US dollars. In addition to the damaged bag and ink, the value is nearly 100,000 US dollars. One million dollars, this amount is enough to file a case for investigation." Tsushima Shuji said calmly.

"Hey…"

"These things are a million dollars? Who... who believes?" The gentle boy was sullen.

Immediately after, another boy next to him tugged at his clothes, picked up his mobile phone and motioned for him to look.

The information and price of the pen are clearly displayed.

At that time, his face was pale.

"Next time you do something bad, don't act like that, this... Ito-san."

"Well, are you going to go to jail, or are you going to apologize to me?"

"Yes... I'm sorry!"

"Hey? If you apologize, you have to look like you're apologizing. Kneel down and give me [Wang Wang] twice. I might forgive you."

"Ten... I'm very sorry... Wang... Wang Wang..."

"Good, good, good."

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