COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

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[Genius writer who died in a foreign country...]

[The final chapter of Mochizuki in the sixteenth night - "Saint"]

[It is called the last song of the Mochizuki trilogy by the publishers, please look forward to it]

[Another newcomer in the literary world dies of suicide...]

[Warm congratulations to Chairman Tsushima for winning the championship in the World Archery Competition—]

[This is the roar from the Demon King—]

…

"Sixteen Night Mochizuki..."

"It's that talented and beautiful girl writer..."

"I've heard of her."

"Famous at their former school, notoriously defiant..."

"After all, he is a great writer..."

"How could someone like her choose to commit suicide?"

"Who knows? Maybe out of inspiration."

"Anyway, I don't really like her novels..." Someone said casually.

"I've read every book written by Miss Mochizuki, of course a naive idiot without a brain can't read it." Someone said in a harsh tone.

"You're saying I'm a naive idiot with no brains?!"

"Then what kind of books do you think you can read? I'm afraid you can only read Shuangwen in the harem of another world."

"Damn—"

The two suddenly scuffled into a ball.

Tsushima Shuji walked past the person who was whispering with a calm face.

They bowed their heads quietly.

He walked in front of the person who was fighting and stopped.

"It's alright, what's the matter...you have to fight to solve it?" The black-haired, kite-eyed boy had a cold expression, but his left eye outside the bandage was a little worried.

What's the point of hitting...

I really want to hand you a gun or a knife.

All the people standing in the corridor held their breaths in silence.

"No...we...we just..."

"Friendly exchange, yes, friendly exchange..."

"Ahahahahahaha..." Facing the death glances cast by others, the two fighting men quickly touched the back of their heads and pretended that nothing happened.

"Is that so..." The boy stared at them.

"That's great." He nodded slightly and left.

It wasn't until after the boy walked past that they couldn't see each other's back, and everyone exhaled in a low voice.

"Master Tsushima is back..."

"Super gentle, Master Tsushima..."

"I watched the game, as always, it is not as strong as the opponent..."

"Tsujima-kun is a world champion..."

People whispered behind their backs.

"As expected of the president of Tsushima Club."

"As expected of Tsushima-kun."

…

Class A for three years.

As soon as Shuji Tsushima opened the classroom door, he heard a series of crackling sounds.

And the sound of whistling and the streamers of fireworks that filled the classroom.

"Tsujima-kun, congratulations on winning the championship!" Cheers led by the head teacher of the Mediterranean Sea.

Tsushima Shuji:  …

The young man was stunned for a moment with his head full of ribbons.

smiled slightly.

"Thank you, everyone." His eyes were melancholy and gentle.

"Tsushima-kun's game was amazing! It gave me a feeling..."

"Yeah, it sure is Tsushima-kun."

"No suspense champion..."

"By the way, I heard that Izayoi Mochizuki is also in the United States, Tsushima-kun, you have been on the news with her..."

"What is the relationship between Tsushima-kun and Miss Izayoi?"

A group of people gathered around curiously.

"Is Miss Izayoi really very inhumane?"

"I heard she's a self-righteous arrogant genius..."

People are constantly speculating about the personalities of people they have never met.

"Miss Mochizuki is a person who doesn't care about anything." The black-haired boy sat in the seat, the sunlight outside the window shone on him, as if he had a halo, but he felt no warmth at all, only a cold and clear melancholy .

"Don't care about anything?" Someone asked in a puzzled tone.

"If that's the case, why does she write so many books? Isn't it for making money?" Someone wondered.

"Yeah..." Someone nodded in agreement.

"Because Miss Mochizuki wanted to write, she wrote it." The black-haired boy lowered his eyes and looked at the book on the table.

"Some people say that Mochizuki Izayoi has a steady stream of inspiration in his mind, what do you think about Tsushima-kun?"

"...When I met Miss Mochizuki, the other party was also thinking about stories." The young man sighed vaguely.

Izayoi Mochizuki sometimes can't see other people at all, as long as he has a pen and a notebook, he can be alone for a long time in silence.

Oh, and it's ok without a pen and a notebook.

As long as she can think, there will be an endless stream of stories.

And Mochizuki Izayoi lives in a world in her own mind.

"Hey... It's actually a genius..." Someone sighed.

I thought Izayoi Mochizuki's genius status was a package of capital.

"Ah." Tsushima Shuji replied.

"But Tsushima-kun is also a genius! A genius even better than Miss Izayoi Mochizuki!" Someone said unconvinced.

Shuji Tsushima: ...I haven't written yet.

At least when I become a writer, compare me to Mochizuki Izayoi...

Although in a sense, you are right.

But the Tsushima Shuji you know...is not a writer!

"Everyone... looks at me too highly." The boy's tone was shy.

Wouldn't it be better to compare yourself to Miss Mochizuki...

Shuji Tsushima ran out of the classroom with a desk on his back/bushi

The roof remains the same.

The sofa was still clean, and there were even more umbrellas and tea tables around it.

Afternoon tea is available anytime~www.novelmt.com~The cubs are back—]

[Cubs are here—]

Birds near Diguang Middle School heard the news.

Shuji Tsushima, once again surrounded by various birds:…

He casually spilled a few bags of bread slices aside.

Then lay leisurely on the sofa and watch the birds eat quietly.

The crow and the white dove rested on his arms and shoulders at the same time.

He didn't care either, and was still leaning against the sofa lazily, teasing them all the time.

"You are also very idle..." He said leisurely.

He stood up, and the crow and the white dove flapped their wings and floated into the air.

The teenager stood on the edge of the rooftop fence and stretched out his arms, and the crow and the white dove stayed on his arms.

"Fly." He said with a faint smile.

The crows and white doves resting on his arms flew as he wished, and behind him, a large number of birds circled for a long time.

…

[Help. —pernod]

[Shirley runs away. —pernod]

[I might be killed by Gin if you don't save me. —pernod]

Tsushima Shuji blinked at the messages that kept popping up on his phone.

"Finally ran away..." He couldn't help but sigh.

It's not worth it for him to open the back door for the other party.

[You can run away. —cahors]

On the other side, Benoy, who was in the laboratory, checked the monitoring, but found nothing.

In the corner where Shirley was originally imprisoned, only the empty chain remained.

"Ah, I already had a premonition that Gin would kill me..." Penuo, who was wearing a white coat, stood on the spot and touched his forehead helplessly.

You can't beat the gin yourself.

Can only ask Kao to help stop the gin.