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266: Extra 4: Lonely Handsome Guy

Chapter 266: Extra 4: Lonely Handsome Guy

Chapter 266: Extra 4: Lonely Handsome Guy

    For a certain enthusiastic Yokohama citizen, a new day begins with his son's falling object.

    At 7 o'clock in the morning

    , a small dragon the size of a palm, with scales glowing silver-blue, crawled out of the quilt.

    Its front paws supported the quilt, its small waist bent down, and its membrane wings on both sides suddenly opened, drawing a beautiful and aerodynamic arc, as comfortable as a cat stretching.

    The little dragon named "Shuji" by his godfather actually didn't like this name, so everyone later called it "Nisei", but as to whose Nisei it was, that was a matter of opinion.

    Its front paws knocked on the table a few times, tilted its head to look at the alarm clock on the wall and the man sleeping soundly on the bed in front of it. Hey, godfather , get up

    . Its wings flapped, and the whole dragon rushed out of the cabinet, and then hit the other's quilt with a weight like a mountain pressing down on his head.

    "Ah, Nisei, what are you doing, Nisei?"

    Even in his sleep, Dazai Osamu couldn't help but exclaimed.

    "Squeak."

    The little dragon jumped on the quilt in a very proud manner, making a sound that was totally inconsistent with its delicate and beautiful body, proving its alarm clock function with practical actions. And it would never tell how many cookies it received from Kunikida Doppo as bribes yesterday.

    Dazai Osamu was woken up by it unwillingly.

    And this really beautiful little Western dragon opened its mouth and called him twice. The man understood.

    "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." He scratched his head and climbed up, "Why would that person leave you, a little naughty ghost, to me."

    He walked into the bathroom lazily, sat on the toilet lid with a toothbrush and didn't want to move, like a useless but lazy salted fish. The little dragon grabbed a cup to get water, and then grabbed a toothpaste and flew over.

    "Thank you." Dazai politely thanked his godson, and then held out the toothbrush.

    Poof.

    A small section of toothpaste fell on the base of his right hand. Fortunately, there was no bandage at this time, and the little dragon had already flown away with a squeak and a laugh.

    "Oh, what a bad boy." Dazai complained, too lazy to squeeze again, simply lowered his head and licked the toothpaste on his palm, and then started brushing his teeth. The

    following washing, changing clothes, bandaging and eating breakfast were completely pranks on each other and blunders.

    Since raising a dragon, Dazai felt that his aging speed had increased exponentially, and even the motivation to commit suicide for love was almost gone, so scary.