COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

The black Bentley was parked at the entrance of Teiko Middle School.

Toru Amuro, who was wearing a suit, got out of the car and opened the door for Shuji Tsushima.

He stood under the car and watched the other person's figure disappear completely at the gate, then got in the car and left.

Ask him why he did this...

A deep gaze from the old butler.

"A qualified deacon will not choose a car that makes the owner uncomfortable."

But I'm not a deacon? I'm just a chef!!!

However, under the deep and serious gaze of the old butler, Toru Amuro was unable to refute at all.

"I understand." Bowed to the old housekeeper.jpg.

So he could only drive Shuji Tsushima to school every morning in a Bentley and wear a suit, then quietly go back to change clothes and drive his white Mazda to a coffee shop to work.

By the way, he works as a butler, driver, cook, etc.

There is no salary.

Gin never mentioned his salary, Tsujima Shuji would never mention it, and Bourbon didn't dare to ask these two for salary.

Are you asking whether Gin needs a salary? Is salary more important or life?

As for the Cayo... Bourbon has a guilty conscience.

He couldn't let the person under surveillance give him money. Think about it, Kaa was being monitored by the organization at such a young age, and he had to pay the people who monitored him.

This is too cruel.

Could Toru Amuro, a police undercover agent, be able to do such a thing?

Definitely not.

So he could only work for free.

Toru Amuro: The organization has no conscience!

…

Shuji Tsushima came to the classroom and was welcomed by the whole class.

Is this the world of Kexue?

Everyone seems to have completely forgotten about Seiya Ito and Akito Yamashita, as well as the murder in the warehouse.

Are you so big-hearted these days?

If it weren't for their increasingly fanatical attitude towards him, Tsushima Shuji would have suspected that the incident never happened and that his memory was confused.

"Tsushima-kun, are you taking leave because you have to solve a case? A special case that cannot be made public."

"Is Tsushima-kun sick and hospitalized again? How pitiful..." A girl looked at him with loving eyes and turned to her friend in a low voice.

"Yes, I am obviously smart and good-looking, but my health is too bad. What a pity..." A girl said with regret in her eyes.

Shuji Tsushima: Yes, that’s right. I am such a beautiful, strong and miserable person. Do you admire me and feel pity for me at the same time? What I want is your reaction.

Even the teacher in class took special care of him.

The Mediterranean class teacher looked at him with a kind and kind smile from time to time.

Even the way he answered questions was soft-spoken.

Dazai Osamu: Oh, so greasy.

Everywhere he went there were schools with good intentions, which made Tsushima Shuji particularly uncomfortable.

Osamu Dazai: It feels so numb, with a sticky and nauseating feeling.

The rooftop! Only the rooftop is his pure land!

The rooftop of the teaching building, which no one came to originally, was directly divided into Tsujima Shuji's territory after he solved the case, so everyone intentionally left the rooftop empty.

Without those kind, pity, and sympathetic eyes, Tsushima Shuji felt relaxed.

Looking at the sky leisurely and enjoying afternoon tea like this is his ideal campus life.

By the way, the afternoon tea lunch comes from our police undercover Mr. Toru Amuro.

…

"Tsushima-kun didn't come to school today either?"

"Registration for the qualifiers is almost over, what should I do if he is not here..." The president of the Kyudo Club was so worried that his hair was almost falling out.

"Tsushima-kun is here today." Yamada Shunsuke spoke silently.

"What should I do?" The president, immersed in his own sad world, had no response.

Yamada Shunsuke sighed, came to the side of the self-pitying president, made a trumpet with his hands, and loudly shouted in the other person's ear: "I said, Tsushima-kun, you came to school today!!! You heard it, no, ah!"

The president, who was frightened by the sudden loud noise, was just about to see which blind bastard dared to scare him, when he turned around and suddenly reacted.

"!!! Tsushima-kun came to school? Where is he now?" the president asked quickly after receiving a positive nod from Shunsuke Yamada.

"At this time, Tsushima-kun should be on the rooftop." As soon as he finished speaking, Yamada Shunsuke watched their president run out at a sprint speed of 100 meters.

Yamada Shunsuke:...President, I suspect you are in the wrong department.

With your running speed, you should join a track and field club!! So sad.jpg.

The president on the other side had already rushed towards the rooftop where Tsushima-kun, whom he had longed for, was located.

…

"Tsushima-kun! Please accept this registration form!"

Shuji Tsushima:???

Just like how a few policemen broke in last time, today Shujima Tsujima was broken in by the president of the Kyudo Club.

And the surprises it brings.

Looking at the boy in front of him who bowed at 90 degrees, his head almost dropped to the ground.

Shuji Tsushima sighed.

"Sorry, President, I don't want to be famous..."

"Please!! Just think of it as our club! Please join us!" the president said loudly with his eyes closed.

The young man wearing a white uniform and a white bandage frowned.

I looked at the other person who was sweating profusely, in a state of anxiety, and stubbornly holding out the registration form.

Tsushima Shuji sighed helplessly.

"Only this once." The tone was full of helplessness and necessity.

"Sorry, I didn't bring a pen..." Shuji Tsushima took the registration form and touched his chest. He couldn't find the signature pen that should be there, so he raised his head and said embarrassedly.

"Please use this!" The minister held the pen in both hands and handed it to him respectfully.

Shuji Tsushima: ...You are quite well prepared, little brother.

"Okay." He wrote down his information and signature, and handed the registration form to the other party.

"Thank you very much!" The minister held this thin registration form as if he had found a treasure, and left happily.

Tsushima-kun is indeed a good person.

Especially since he clearly didn't want to be famous, but he still relented because of his request.

Going against his own character of not wanting to be in the limelight, he agreed to participate in the competition.

I'm afraid it's the same with those reasoning cases. Tsushima-kun clearly didn't want to solve the case, but in order to help the police and the victims' families, he had no choice but to step forward and solve the case.

You are such a soft-hearted person, Tsushima-kun.

…

"How did I behave just now? That kind of momentary soft-heartedness and unwillingness to agree in desperation, was it very good?" On the rooftop, Tsushima Shuji watched the other party disappear completely and closed the door.

He sat back down in an instant and said happily.

[...The master is really great, that minister seems to have been fooled by you.] The system is also full of wisdom.

"When it comes to cosplay, I'm at a high school level!" Shuji Tsushima said confidently.

"This is very consistent with the character of the ordinary DK detective Tsushima Shuji."

"Under normal circumstances, he is modest, gentle, polite, low-key, and a little soft-hearted. But when solving crimes, he will show the arrogance and arrogance of a genius. The whole world except himself has the personality of a goldfish..."

"There is nothing to add for now, so let's leave it at that." He counted the character settings one by one with his fingers.

"It's so interesting. As a core member of an international criminal organization, he went to participate in the archery competition for junior high school students..."

"It's decided! Let's invite Gin and Bourbon to watch the game then!" Shuji Tsushima suggested enthusiastically.

…

[Would you agree if I invited you out?——cahors]

Gin sneered and ignored the news.

Bourbon... Bourbon, who was addicted to working part-time, finally found time to check the message and replied with a twitch of his finger.

[Of course, what mission?——bourbon]

"For Gin, he didn't refuse or just agreed. For Bourbon, there's no problem. Then just lie to him that he's doing a mission! The content of the mission is to watch my game!" Tsushima Shuji nodded, thinking for himself.

Thumbs up for the genius idea.