Dazai Is Going to Kindergarten

Yunzi is the director of a kindergarten. She took over the family business at a young age and used her business simulation game to make the kindergarten bigger and stronger. But during an earthquake, in order to save the children in his class, he was forced to exhaust his energy and enter the system punishment - raising a boy named Dazai Osamu. Yunzi has to say hello to one hundred and thirty-two children every day. She feels that it is not difficult with the system in hand. Then he watched dumbfoundedly as the boy jumped into the water to commit suicide without even noticing. No, brother, what are you doing? As a soul, she cannot be seen by others, so every time she can only work hard to fish him out from various places, and then force him to go to other people's homes to apologize. Energy is hard to earn, right? ! I have to spend energy every time I want to touch you, okay? ! Three hundred and seventy-two times. It was the number of times Yunzi tried to stop and persuade. Until one normal sunny day, she suddenly returned to her body. She continued to live her own peaceful life, but occasionally thought of the boy who had been deeply immersed in darkness. ... I wonder how he is doing now. She also went back to look for it, but found nothing. It was as if the name had been erased by Hong Kong. "Goodbye, Director Yunzi~" The cute child waved to her with a sweet voice, and Yunzi, who was actually a little tired, cheered up and said, "Goodbye Xiaolan, goodbye Yuanzi, remember to bring a handkerchief tomorrow." Then when she looked up, she saw a face that she thought she would never see again in her life, but now he was about the same height as Yunzi before, and she had to raise her head to only reach his chin. Knowing that the young man had never seen her before, Yunzi had no intention of recognizing her: "Which child are you the parent of?" It must be a coincidence. "... I finally found you." The young man walked straight towards her and hugged Yunzi tightly amidst her surprise. Yunzi's hands had nowhere to put their hands: "Wha, what?" "Three hundred and seventy-two times." A soft whisper rang in her ears, "You remember it too." You can see it all the time. Three hundred and seventy-two times. The times you saved me. Purpose: Everyone should live a good life