COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Chapter Thirty-Seven

On Monday, the weather was fine.

Shuji Tsushima returned to Teiko Middle School, quietly being an ordinary middle school student.

Routinely ignore others around you, including teachers.

But it can't be too obvious, let them see naked neglect.

After all, Shuji Tsushima, a junior high school student, is a good student who looks indifferent but is soft and kind in heart.

Shuji Tsushima: Ugh, is this really me? What if it feels more disgusting than a slug.

Suddenly I regretted the person I added to myself.

Damn it, a qualified coser can't say no! ! !

"Tsushima-kun? Can you add a contact information?" Someone stood in front of him and said.

When he looked up, it was a man.

"...Well, no problem." The black-haired boy had melancholy eyes and a cold demeanor.

"Then I want to too!"

"And I."

Shuji Tsushima: Could you please stay away from me? Let the children go.

The black-haired boy took out his phone and clicked on his own line interface.

Ignore 99+'s unread messages and Aite.

Passed one friend request after another.

"Hey...it's really popular, Tsushima-kun." Seeing the row of red notifications, someone couldn't help sighing.

"...It's just that a video posted earlier was a bit hot." He said so.

"That's it! The video of Ms. Seto's suicide." Someone raised his hand and mentioned excitedly.

"Yeah." The boy responded coldly.

"Someone asked Tsushima-kun why he didn't stop Ms. Seto from committing suicide. Really, why should Tsushima-kun be responsible for other people's actions." Some girls complained dissatisfied.

"I saw Tsushima-kun replying to them, saying that preventing others from committing suicide is a heinous thing..."

"Does Tsushima-kun really think so?" They stared curiously at the boy sitting in the last row by the window.

He raised his brittle glass-like eyes with a melancholy expression.

"No one is qualified to make decisions for others."

"So she decided to leave, and I won't stop it." He watched the falling cherry blossoms flying outside the window.

As if lamenting something.

Shuji Tsushima: As expected of me! This line must have the feeling of a melancholy prince?

"Has Mr. Tsushima watched the video of his archery competition?" Someone took out his mobile phone and put it in front of him with a blank face.

The boy on the screen is himself.

The photographer also deliberately zoomed in on his lens.

From the video, you can hear the cheers resounding from the audience, and you can see the young man snapping his fingers arrogantly, and the audience is quiet.

And his arrogant statement.

"Declaration, the winner will only be me."

Hearing this, the girl holding the phone couldn't help covering her mouth and screaming softly.

"You're so talented! Tsushima-kun! You're so handsome!"

Shuji Tsushima's eyes were dead: Let me go, let me commit suicide successfully.

Now there is a well-known middle school student detective in Teiko Middle School. He is the one who reasoned and solved the case in the newspaper. He is confident and arrogant, just like those geniuses with eccentricities.

However, on campus, he is also well-known to be sick and weak, and he is often hospitalized on leave. The bandages on his body have never been removed. He is polite to everyone but alienated. When bumping into each other, always looked melancholy.

That iris-colored right eye seemed to be shattered like glass in the next moment.

[Is it true that people with incomparable talents will all go to the road of self-destruction? ]

Looking at the melancholy teenager, people unconsciously had the same thought in their hearts.

Shuji Tsushima: Thank you, I am already on the way to perish but not completely perish.

He also experienced the scene of opening the shoe cabinet and pink love letters gushing out.

It fell at his feet, piled up to knee height.

Shuji Tsushima:?

What should a cold, melancholy and gentle campus prince do? First of all, let's rule out the first option [throw away all the love letters mercilessly].

It will collapse.

The second option is [find the respective owners of the love letters, and gently reject them one by one].

The second one is also passed. With hundreds of love letters a day, it would take a lot of time to queue up and reject them one by one, right?

Shuji Tsushima: I refuse to waste time on meaningless people.

The third... oops, there is no third option.

The young man lowered his head, staring at the love letter at his feet with a melancholy expression, obviously speechless, but full of bewilderment.

"If you don't mind, we processed these letters for you, right?" A member of the support club who was secretly observing came forward.

"...um... troublesome." The boy whispered.

"...Please thank them for their liking for me." He thought for a while and added another sentence.

"Yes! I understand!" Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Tsushima is so gentle! ! !

While she was obsessed with screaming in her heart, the boy silently changed his shoes and left.

Shuji Tsushima: Goodbye, no, goodbye forever, hehe~

"Tsushima-kun, can you come with me?" When he reached the school gate, he was stopped again.

Shuji Tsushima: You are so annoying, it is so difficult to go to school, and you want to drop out of school.

However, in order to keep his character intact, he still acquiesced that the boy followed him and got into the black car at the door.

Incidentally, Bourbon is still picking him up today.

"Is this your friend? Tsushima-kun." Toru Amuro asked while looking in the rearview mirror.

"No, he probably wants to ask a detective to help investigate the matter." The boy's tone was cold.

"Is that so..." Toru Amuro looked at the boy who was looking out of the window with a cold face, and then at the boy next to him who was full of embarrassment.

"Just find a suitable place to talk." He said so.

After discovering that the black-haired boy's rare cold and melancholy appearance was not as self-willed and indifferent as usual, Toru Amuro fell into thought.

...

Batch after batch of special guests came to the Medieval Art Museum.

Not to see the exhibits, but to give them away.

Some from the Akashi family's butler, some from the Atobe family's butler, and others from the Ho family and the Suo family.

It is understandable that the Tsushima Club sent exhibits, why would other families also send exhibits!

"Is this the connection of Master Tsushima?" Curator Ochiai sighed.

"It's really amazing..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a few men in black walking in.

"Actually... you are also here to deliver exhibits?" Ochiai curator was shocked.

Are they all fine art?

...

[Brother has someone send something to your art gallery. ——vodka]