COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

On Monday, the weather was fine.

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

As usual, ignore other people around, including teachers.

But it can't be too obvious, so that they can see blatant neglect.

After all, middle school student Shuji Tsushima is a good student who looks cold but is actually soft and kind.

Tsushima Shuji: Ugh, is this really me? Feeling more disgusting than a slug.

Suddenly, I regretted the characters I added to myself.

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

"Tsujima-kun? Can you add your contact information?" Someone asked standing in front of him.

When he looked up, it was a man.

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

"Then I want too!"

"And I."

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

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

Ignore 99+'s unread messages and Aite.

Approved one friend's application after another.

"Hey... It's really popular, Tsushima-kun." Someone sighed involuntarily when they saw the row of red notices.

"...It's just that a video I posted before was a little hot," he said.

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

"Yeah." The boy responded coldly.

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

"I saw Tsushima-kun replied to them that it would be a heinous thing to prevent others from committing suicide, etc..."

"Does Tsushima-kun really think so?" They looked at the boy sitting in the last row by the window with curious eyes.

He raised his fragile 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 stared at the falling cherry blossoms flying outside the window.

As if lamenting something.

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

"Did Tsushima-kun watch the video of his kyudo competition?" Someone took out his mobile phone and put it in front of him, who was blank.

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 throughout the audience. You can see the boy snapping his fingers arrogantly, and the audience is quiet.

and his arrogant declaration.

"Declaring, the winner can only be me."

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

"So talented! Tsushima-kun! He's so handsome!"

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

Diguang Middle School now has a well-known middle school student detective. He is confident and arrogant in the newspapers to solve cases, just like those geniuses with eccentricities.

However, on the campus, he is also known to be sick and weak. If he moves, he will take leave and be hospitalized. The bandages on his body have never been removed. He is polite but alienated to everyone. When I bump into it, I always look sad.

That kite-colored right eye seemed to shatter like glass in the next moment.

[Could it be that all people with insufferable talents will go to the road of self-destruction? ]

Looking at the melancholy teenager, people unconsciously have the same idea in their hearts.

Tsushima Shuji: Thank you, we are already on the road to extinction, but not completely.

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

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

Tsushima Shuji: ?

What should a cold, melancholy and gentle campus prince do? First, let's rule out the first option [discard all love letters without mercy].

It will collapse the design.

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

The second one is also a pass. With the appearance of hundreds of love letters that day, it would take a lot of time to line up one by one to 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 and stared at the love letter at his feet with a melancholy expression. Although he had no words, he was filled with a sense of bewilderment.

"If you don't mind, we handled these letters for you, right?" The members of the support club who were observing secretly stepped forward.

"...Well...it's troublesome." The boy whispered.

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

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

When she was addicted to screaming in her heart, the boy silently changed his shoes and left.

Tsushima Shuji: Goodbye, no, it's goodbye, hehe~

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

Tsushima Shuji: You guys are so annoying, going to school is so hard, I want to drop out.

But in order to keep his character intact, he still acquiesced that the boy would follow him and get into the black car at the door.

By the way, Bourbon is still in charge of picking him up today.

"Is this your friend? Tsushima-kun~www.novelmt.com~ Amuro asked while looking in the rearview mirror.

"No, he should be looking for detectives to help investigate the matter." The boy's tone was cold.

"Is that so..." Amuro looked at the boy who looked out of the window with a cold expression, and then at the boy beside him with a cramped face.

"Just find a place suitable for conversation," he said.

After discovering that the black-haired boy's rare cold and melancholy appearance was not at all willful and unrestrained as usual, Amuro fell into thinking.

…

Groups of special guests came to the Medieval Art Museum.

Not to see the exhibits, but to deliver the exhibits.

Some were sent by the housekeeper of the Akashi family, some were sent by the housekeeper of the Akibu family, and some were sent by the Feng family and the Xuwang family.

The Tsushima Club is excusable for bringing exhibits, so why do other families also send exhibits!

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

"It's really amazing..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a few men in dark clothes come in.

"Actually...he came to deliver the exhibits?" Curator Ochiai was shocked.

Are they still good works of art?

…

[Big brother asked someone to send things to your art gallery. —vodka]

Gin glanced at the vodka who sent Kaa a message, but said nothing.

So the vodka news was more reassuring.

[Big brother, he really cares about you. —vodka]

"Too much nonsense, vodka."

"If you say that, Kaor's little devil will only make more progress." He sneered as if thinking of something.

…

"Please! Tsushima-kun! Please help me find her!"