My Former Colleagues and I from Yokohama Postman

I, Yukimura Ryota, am currently a wonderful employee at the post office on Yokohama's Black and Gray Road. Yes, that's right, I worked three jobs at once, all of which were postal services. Not to mention anything else, it's mainly just a drop-in. For example, you can send a letter to the special agent department, and you can also take an order and click a bomb or something in the special agent department. You can complete two orders in one trip and make money. It's easy. But recently I have encountered great difficulties in carrying out my work: The Yokohama Post Office has hired a new colleague. He doesn't say he's a street nerd, and he just throws letters around. As a colleague, my workload has been increased in vain. There's nothing I can do about it, my new colleague looks like he's just entering society! I could only help him find his way over and over again, help him sort his letters, and find them back to apologize after he threw away other people's letters. "Ryota, am I useless..." He asked me in a downcast voice. I thought about it for a while, and while holding his head, I said, "That's probably not the case... Maybe you are not suitable for this?" I felt that he was still suitable for studying. Isn't it great that his brain is so easy to use and make some inventions? I feel like he didn't understand what I meant! I have prepared the money for him to go to college! ! ! As a result, I was away for a few days because of something, so this guy quit his job and became a detective! ? I could only smile and give the college gift I prepared for him to Mr. Fukuzawa as a new employee gift, and asked him to take good care of him. In fact, I did encounter some trouble during this period. If Ranpo could follow the opponent, I would be more relaxed. I don't know why, but the previous number one on the killer list came to be Black's postman! I was even assigned to be the junior! I watched the opponent cross the line of fire, deliver the bomb to the opponent's boss, and blankly take out the sign board for the opponent to sign. I covered my face in pain - this guy is completely harder to teach than Ranpo! Thanks to him, the number of people chasing me has skyrocketed recently. Fortunately, I can rely on my supernatural powers to deliver my usual orders, so it didn't stop me from making three cents. "What does Yukimura-senpai do to make so much money?" "I want to earn several hundred million as soon as possible and then retire and buy a small house in the countryside to live an ordinary life with the people I like." I replied. The other person nodded thoughtfully. Finally, when I felt that the other party could understand the situation and start working, the other party inadvertently resigned - and then ran to become a boss! ! ! While drinking with my old employer, I couldn't help but complain about the fact that one of my juniors was inspired by someone to become a prostitute. The other party enthusiastically said that he would help me investigate, and I immediately provided the name of the organization where the junior went. The old employer with one eye bound by a bandage immediately became interested: "It happens to be the organization I am in. What is the name of Ryota's junior?" "What a coincidence, his name is Oda Sakunosuke, do you recognize him, Dazai?" I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that Dazai Osamu's figure froze for a moment, but the other party quickly changed the topic, so I didn't take it seriously. Anyway, people like to get together and stay together easily, that's how it is. The days went by like this, and on an ordinary afternoon, I finally saved enough money to quit three jobs, bought a bus ticket, and prepared to live in the countryside. Unexpectedly, three people blocked the door. "Ryota - you can't abandon Ranpo-sama! Ranpo-sama can support you now!" "Senior Yukimura, I have chosen a place and bought a small house near the sea. We can live together." I covered my head, wondering why this happened. Did I look like a person who couldn't support myself? I looked at the bandaged man lying at the door and asked weakly: "What are you here for?" The other party obediently took out a small luggage bag from his back and said shyly: "I quit my job and I want Ryota to support me." Intention: Don't give up on yourself