But What did the Novelist do Wrong?

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Chapter 8

    "I don't know?" Osamu Dazai leaned back leisurely, calm and composed, and a pair of kite pupils who can repeatedly analyze all the secrets in the world lightly swept over the flustered Aoike Lianyang: "This is the first time I'm asking about your plan, Can't you help me make up my mind?"

    "..."

    Qingchi Lianyang lowered his head and remained silent.

    When the pair of sharp pupils were lowered, the scattered white hair covered a bit of hostility and made them more supple.

    It's like a puppy who just turned over the trash can and was caught on the spot. There's no way to explain it.

    Osamu Dazai knew it was a matter of angle.

    The young man in front of him looked indifferent, but his arrogance was deeply rooted in his bones. He was an extreme egoist, a condescending lunatic who despised human beings. It can be seen from the fact that he dared to spy on his body as an ordinary person.

    ——It seems to be a deep love, but in fact this guy has been treating him with a 'toy' attitude.

    It's just daring... isn't it fun?

    Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, madness was brewing in his eyes.

    A vicious dog who is rebellious in his heart, but wants to hide his arrogance and unwillingness is much more pleasing to the eye than a dog who only wags its tail and begs for mercy.

    He wanted to see how far Qingchi Lianyang could go for his "favorite toy".

    "What a useless dog, why is it so difficult to find a satisfactory subordinate." Osamu Dazai sighed, with a lazy tone, hiding his complaints: "It seems that it is hopeless to expect you to do mental work, it is better to look forward to it earlier Your strength."

    "..."

    This is a conspiracy. Whether you agree or disagree, you will step on the pit.

    All Aoike Lianyang could do was keep silent until Dazai Osamu had enough fun and gave him the gift he needed.

    Obviously a deal has been reached, just give the order directly, and there is still a big circle around.

    nasty man.

    Qingchi Lianyang sighed in his heart, and continued to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

    Sure enough—

    "Forget it." Osamu Dazai ran out of patience. He took out a stack of paper materials from the drawer and slapped them on the table, then took out another piece of silver paper, and wrote a few lines on it with a sleepy expression. : "You'd better do some mindless work, I'll give you three days to complete this task."

    Isn't it responsible for protecting him?

    Qingchi Lianyang was surprised.