COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

The weather is sunny today and cloudless.

The blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see.

Tsujima Shuji lay in the middle of the road, trying to wait for the destined person to grant him death.

Of course, he even wrote a disclaimer for the poor unknown driver.

It was written clearly that he committed suicide, and he would even compensate the driver for his mental and property losses, as well as a thank you fee.

He folded his hands peacefully on his lower abdomen, closed his eyes, and lay in the passage where cars passed by.

Pedestrians on the sidewalk next to him occasionally glanced at him, but most of them walked alone with their heads down.

One car after another sped past him, the wind blowing up the boy's hair, but none of them actually ran over him.

Shuji Tsushima: Can't you just drive straight towards me?

Why not open such a big space when it is empty!!!

A car drove past him and then backed up.

Shuji Tsushima: Are you planning to run over me in reverse? So cruel~

Come on, kindhearted Mr. Driver~

As a result, the car just parked next to him and the door opened.

Someone got out of the car.

"Lying on the road is really a shameless behavior..." the visitor said in a low tone.

Shuji Tsushima: This feeling... you are right, Atobe Keigo!

Damn it, why did I meet you!

"Hachichi, move him into the car." Atobe Keigo frowned and looked at the young man lying on the ground as peacefully as if he were lying in a coffin, and turned to the boy next to him and said.

"Yes." The tall, honest and honest man responded.

Tsujima Shuji closed his eyes and waited for death: Let me go, don't touch me, let me continue to wait for my destined love car——!

However, he was carried into the car by Huadi.

Shuji Tsushima:......Huh.

Thank you, I fainted.

In order to avoid being sent to the hospital, the other party would notify someone from the Tsushima family to pick him up.

Shuji Tsushima: It’s time for me to wake up.

The young man with a peaceful expression opened his left eye outside the bandage, his eyes were melancholy and his expression was sad.

"Are you awake? Tell me what's going on. Where is the person next to you? He..." Why isn't he keeping an eye on you?

Atobe Keigo asked with a bad expression.

When he saw the other person lying in the middle of the road with cars passing by, as quiet as a dead person, it made it difficult for Atobe Keigo to laugh.

"So I'm still alive..." The young man looked at the roof of the car and sat up.

"Actually... I secretly got rid of the people who were following me..." The young man hesitated, his eyes drifting out of the car window with a longing expression.

Shuji Tsushima: My poor...the car of my dreams that left me...

"Do you know how dangerous your..." situation is?

Atobe Keigo: Do ​​you want to die?

"..." The young man lowered his eyes and fell silent.

"Sorry..." he apologized to Atobe Keigo.

"It's caused trouble for Atobe-senpai...and...it's caused trouble for the people who protect me..." His expression was calm, and the sadness in his eyes was so rich that it seemed as if it would drip away at the next moment.

"...People like me..."

"...You should stay at home...seize all the hard-earned living time..."

"Right, Atobe-senpai." The young man said, suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, bending his eyes and asking Atobe Keigo.

Shuji Tsushima: Ugh... Who wants to seize the time they are alive!!! Let me go!!

"If you don't want to laugh, then stop laughing." Atobe Keigo frowned.

Tsushima, do you think I'm blaming him?

Is that what he was thinking?

In terms of performance, he firmly ranked first in his grade, won the national championship honor in the archery competition, and managed the family business to flourish.

He is obviously a being who is much better than ordinary people in all aspects, but he does not have the same excellent body...

…

so……

Why did things become like this?

Shuji Tsushima sat in the car and saw the buildings outside from the car window.

Doral Mancha Tennis Club.

Shuji Tsushima:?

I'm so disgusted with you, and you brought me to the tennis club???

Are you a kind person?

But I have no interest in tennis!

"Get out of the car." The young man with blond hair and blue eyes moved openly, reaching out to light the mole at the end of his eye.

Shuji Tsushima:...I dare not speak.

The black-haired boy got out of the car in a daze.

It seemed like it was unbelievable.

"Atobe-senpai... brought me here..." Tsushima Shuji asked hesitantly, taking a few breaths.

"This is a club under Atobe's name. If you want to play, just come here." The blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy said confidently and proudly.

Shuji Tsushima: You...really look like...the King of Monkey Mountain/cross out

Saying that this is my country...

What a foolish king.

However, he still showed an expression of great shock and emotion.

"Atobe-senpai, aren't you afraid of...me..." Fainting in the club will bring bad rumors to the club?

The expression on the young man's face was a mixture of joy and sadness.

"My uncle's club has a top-notch medical team on call 24 hours a day." Keigo Atobe said proudly.

"Rather than fainting in some other unknown place, this is more suitable." The blond boy said in a deep and public tone.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Thank you, I will never come here again.

"..." The young man was silent.

"Atobe Keigo-senpai..." He suddenly closed his eyes.

"Thank you very much!" He suppressed his cough and thanked loudly.

Shuji Tsushima: To express my gratitude, I might as well die in your club! Hehe~

Atobe Keigo, who had no idea: It seems that Tsushima is very satisfied with my arrangement.

As expected of me.

Speaking of which...

"How's your tennis level?" Keigo Atobe asked.

Tsushima, has this guy ever touched tennis?

"Sorry..." The boy scratched the left side of his face with his index finger.

"...I've never had any contact..." he said shyly.

"Snapped"

"Ah, well, let me teach you." The blond boy stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. With the other hand, he touched the mole at the end of his eye and said in a loud voice.

Shuji Tsushima: Going blind.

"Thank you, Atobu-senpai." The young man said happily.

Shuji Tsushima: I will definitely hang myself at the door of your club, just wait!

"First of all, you need a suitable racket." Keigo Atobe said, snapping his fingers.

Several carts of rackets were brought in.

"Let's try it and see which one is more convenient." Atobe Keigo said.

"Yeah." The black-haired boy nodded.

He reached out and picked up a racket, waved it in the air, and then replaced it with another.

Shuji Tsushima: They are all very light.

He took a handful casually.

"Have you decided that this is it?" Keigo Atobe took the racket in his hand and weighed it.

"Indeed, this weight is very suitable for you." After all, the champion of the National Archery Competition, other rackets are probably too light for him.

But……

"Tennis is not a sport where you stand still like kyudo. Tennis is a sport where you keep running and sweating."

"Have you made your decision?" Keigo Atobe asked with a serious expression.

"Yes, please teach me. I also want to feel how Atobe-senpai felt when he competed." The young man nodded firmly.

Shuji Tsushima: I will fall in front of you later, hehe~