I, Youlong, Get Off Work on Time

The first dragon is a social animal who gets off work on time. Arrive at work at nine o'clock and get off work at five o'clock. Never do more in one second and less in one second. But the reality is that there are always people who want him to work overtime. When he was at the port Mafia, as a subordinate of the bandage wasting device, he had to share some of the tasks of his superiors (here @zai Osamu); when he was a teacher at the Tokyo Conjuring School, he had to take care of five-year-old children (here @jo Satoru [155~185] & Natsu Youjie [159~189]); when he was an undercover agent in a winery, he had to work with Gin... Finally, regardless of the tragedy or comedy, it's all over. The novelist who dreamed of writing a book died, the bandage-wasting device defected, summer was over, the cat died, and the winery hit the streets. Although the tragedy cannot be restored and the comedy cannot be added, the first dragon finally got off work completely. He collected the bonus he earned through hard work and decided to live a good life. But when I woke up the next day, I found that I was 15 years old again. The first dragon:… Damn it, I'm so numb. I can treat whoever I like as a social beast, but I'm not going to do it anyway! I, Youlong, get off work on time! ——————— But when he took off his appearance as a social animal and planned to stay away from dangers and live a good life, there were inexplicably more strange guys around him, and his shadow seemed to appear in comedies and tragedies. As he continued to pass work, the bandage wasting device pulled his friend who wanted to be a novelist to defect. The summer continued, the cat came back to life, and the winery was still on the street. Life is wonderful, but the only thing that makes him bald is probably that after the brewery was taken down, Hara Gin found out that Kurosawa Zhen stayed by his side. The First Wandering Dragon (Dawu): It turns out that the creator of all tragedies is work? ——————— Although, Mr. Youlong, you have come to the truth in a sense. Isn't this the tragedy of work conflicts? Intention: You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, I send them to the world with a head full of snow