COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

At 4:30 in the morning, I saw Begonia flowers... ah, Osamu Dazai didn't sleep.

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 position, 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 more tutors.

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

Memories are over.

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

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

Kahor betrayed the organization on the spot (crossed out)

He checked it carefully last night, and in this world, there are no superpowers and no ignorance.

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 is a good disguise, if the host does nothing at your age, you will be suspected! ] The system said bitterly.

"No, isn'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 system lights up the vicissitudes of life.

Tsushima Shuji:  …

He simply couldn't refuse.

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

When this suit is put on...

"Ah, what's with this feeling of a weak and melancholy princely family!!!"

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

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

"Okay, then the sick and melancholy 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, his body was haunted by the impatience of illness, and there was a kind of fragility and nervousness that was out of the world.

Isn't that DK slaughter? 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 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 is deeply hidden in 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 have nothing wrong with me?

"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, corruption, corruption] The system suddenly complained.

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

I have to say that the black-clothed organization in his world is a real cow.

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

Wealth is not just a talk.

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

...

"Hey, did you hear that, our class is going to have a new transfer student today."

"It's been so long since school started, is there any problem?"

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

"Hopefully handsome!"

"Then I hope to be a beauty."

A class is talking about an upcoming transfer student.

"Dong dong dong - be quiet" The head teacher of the Mediterranean 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... 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 from the left eye 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, turning around and facing the boy and girl below.

A moment later, scattered applause rang out.

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

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

The place is already full of teaching materials, and there is 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 would not think about bringing.

"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 sick?"

"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, soft and squeamish guys, these girls are really not picky."

"I can only rely on this look to make the little girl sympathize..."

Tsushima Shuji, who had a very clear sense of malice, darkened his eyes.

Compared to the small group he was already familiar with, it was normal for Tsushima Shuji to be an individual who suddenly intervened, causing others to be dissatisfied?

It would be better to say that he was looking forward to 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.

However, the generations of miracles went their separate ways after graduation, and others were too lazy to run to the rooftop, so the rooftop was completely empty.

Gave him a quiet place to be lazy.

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

classroom on the other side.

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

"Shut up, Ishii, we're just giving 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 the kid cry.

However, Tsushima Shuji did not show up for a whole afternoon.

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

He stood beside his seat under the eyes that were quietly cast around him.

It was a brand new desk in the morning, but at the moment it was full of dazzling ink marks, and the bodies of brand new pens were scattered here and there...

To be honest, the thinking in Tsushima Shuji's mind 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 student also spoke.

"Sorry, you may be leaving later," he said.

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

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

Some people looked away, afraid to look at him.

Some people were dazed and burning with anger.

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

"Yeah...yeah, we didn't see anything..."

"We don't know anything..."

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

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

"Hey... it's true..."

"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……"

"One million dollars for these things? Who... who believes?" The gentle boy sneered.

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

The information and price of the pen are clearly displayed.

His face was pale then.

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

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

"Yes... I'm sorry!"

"Hey? Apologizing should look like an apology. Kneel down and call me [Wang Wang] twice. I may forgive you."

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

"Good oh good oh."