My name is Dazai Osamu, bah, no.
In my previous life, my name was Tsushima Shuji, and my pen name was Dazai Osamu. I was a great Japanese writer who died of xunqing at the age of 39.
My name is Li Xiuzhi. This is my third life. I am a handsome young man of Chinese and Japanese descent. I now work in a special zu zhi in neon Yokohama.
The work here is very easy, maybe because Ba Ba earns a lot of money for me, so I just punch in and clock in every morning and evening.
So I decided to sneak out and take a look at this beautiful scenery~
Take off your work clothes and lock the neon knife. Put on a dark sweater, a sand-colored windbreaker and casual pants, put on headphones, earrings and an MP3 storage necklace, and then put the leave request form on the vice-captain's desk.
Everything is so perfect, slip away.
In the afternoon, a female voice yelled out in the vice-captain's office.
"Li Xiuzhi! You bastard!"
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Captain!!! Please take care of Li Xiuzhi! He slipped away again!"
"... What reason did he use to ask for leave..."
Okura Yoko handed the letter to Sakura Chi Fukuchi.
"..."
"Suehiro, go and capture Li Xiuzhi."
The leave application paper slowly fell to the ground, and the handwriting was exposed.
Dear captain, vice-captain and everyone, please treat me~ I'm sick~ So I'm going to the hospital for a checkup~ Don't miss me too much~ I believe you can work well without me~
Super ooc...
I just thought of this copy now... ... Received in advance...
Intention: Justice will not be late...