Chapter 5

"If Mr. Gojo calls himself a teacher... does that mean that his previous job was... a teacher?"

Noticing Gojo Satoru's self-proclaimed title, Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but interject, and he expressed his opinion about the relationship between Miyako Eri and Gojo Satoru. I was a little bit interested in the origins of it, so I couldn’t hold back my curiosity.

"Yes, I used to be a very good people's teacher~"

Hearing Nakajima Atsushi's question, Gojo Satoru stopped the conversation with Miyako Eri and showed a very proud expression towards Nakajima Atsushi, and Miyako Eri also gave affirmation.

"In terms of pure teaching ability, Teacher Gojo is indeed quite outstanding, whether it is the control of general popular knowledge points or more professional..." The white-haired girl stopped as she spoke. She frowned and forgot about Gojo. Understand the direction of relevant professional teaching.

"Have you forgotten?"

Looking at Miyako Eri's troubled expression, Gojo Satoru was not surprised. He just put away the slightly exaggerated smile on his face and muttered to himself.

"But there's nothing we can do."

"Eri-chan?"

Watching Miyako Eri go silent after talking, Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but question.

He originally wanted to hear what kind of professional teaching Gojo Satoru had in addition to general teaching tasks, but he didn't expect Miyako Eri to suddenly stop.

"Well, Eri-chan's memory hasn't been restored yet."

Dazai Osamu, who was sitting near the bar but didn't miss the conversation of several people, intervened in time, and pointed to Kunikida Doppo beside him with a smile.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Gojo and Mr. Kunikida did the same job."

"Hey, Mr. Kunikida also worked as a teacher?"

Nakajima Atsushi's attention was quickly attracted, and he looked unhappy. Kunikida Doppo, who did not retort, couldn't help but imagine the opponent holding a coaching stick and drawing circles on the blackboard.

Surprisingly appropriate.

"Mr. Kunikida once worked as a teacher, but what about Mr. Dazai? What kind of work did you do before joining the Armed Detective Agency?"

"I... why don't you guess?"

Dazai raised his eyebrows after hearing Atsushi Nakajima's question. The index finger shook, showing a proud face.

"By the way, no one has been able to guess my former occupation so far~"

Even though he and Osamu Dazai have not known each other for a long time, Atsushi Nakajima has already learned from all aspects about his frivolity and various ways of dealing with women. This is unreliable, considering that the two of them first met and even dived into each other's water, Nakajima Atsushi looked at Dazai Osamu's smiling face, and he couldn't imagine what kind of work the other person had done before.

"...Don't guess. This guy's previous job is considered to be the Seven Mysteries of the Armed Detective Agency. There's no need to waste your energy. Maybe this guy was just a vagrant before."

Kunikida Doppo didn't have much interest in Dazai Osamu's game . He was very interested and cast his inquiring eyes on Gojo Satoru.

To be honest, even if Miyako Eri testified, it was hard for him to imagine that Gojo Satoru, who looked similar to Dazai Osamu in a frivolous manner, could become a "reliable teacher" in the words of the white-haired girl.

Gojo Satoru was clearly looking at Miyako Eri, but as if he noticed Kunikida Doppo's eyes, he raised the corners of his mouth with a look of watching something good.

"Guest, your strawberry parfait and Basque cake."

The innocent-looking receptionist mercilessly took her hand out of Dazai Osamu's palm and brought the prepared desserts to Gojo Satoru.

"Eri-chan, do you want to try it? I read online that the desserts here are delicious."

Gojo Satoru ordered all the desserts for himself, excluding Miyako Eri's. After all, he was not sure about the other party's amnesia. Will it affect the original taste preference?

Miyako Eri shook her head and just lowered her head and took another sip of the cold and sweet lemon tea. She didn't have much need for excessive sugar intake.

Atsushi Nakajima was still playing a guessing game with Dazai Osamu when the boy with short orange hair opened the door to the restaurant.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kunikida, Mr. Dazai, guests are here."

"What a pity, let's call it a day."

Osamu Dazai laughed and put the bill on credit this time, not forgetting Wagoniya before leaving. Koeri and Gojo Satoru said hello.

"Then, let's say goodbye first."

"□□."

When he passed by Miyako Eri, the white-haired girl's deliberately lowered voice came to his ears.

Dazai Osamu's sloppy steps paused, his iris-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze that was originally looking at the white-haired girl suddenly turned to a certain white-haired young man next to her who was still wearing sunglasses even when he was indoors. The two looked at each other for several seconds. Then he took the initiative to withdraw his gaze and opened the door of the restaurant.

"Then, I'll see you next time."

"Eri-chan, I'm so brave to say that."

Gojo Satoru looked away and looked at the white-haired girl next to him with a smile, "Is it because I have the support of a teacher around me that I feel a lot more courageous? ?”

“No, I heard that you can get a reward of 700,000 yen for guessing Mr. Dazai’s former occupation, so I’ll give it a try.” Miyako Eri lowered her head and drank the last bit of lemon tea in the cup, “After all, I am. Now I am penniless and I don’t even know where to live or what to eat next.”

“Eri-chan, what gave you the illusion that you won’t get help if you don’t call me Papa?”

​​Hearing Miyako Eri’s words. , Gojo Satoru showed a rather surprised expression. He even pushed his sunglasses away and looked at her with his red eyes widened.

"So, what does the teacher plan to get from me?"

Miyako Eri looked into those dark red eyes, "Although my memory has not recovered yet, I know very well that there is no blood relationship with Teacher Gojo, so "If the teacher plans to support me, what do you hope to get from me?"

"I don't plan to be a father yet."

"Eri-chan is really..."

I heard Miyako Eri's words. , the corners of the white-haired young man's mouth twitched, he stretched out his hand to rub the white-haired girl's head, and sighed for a while.

"Really...I didn't think of anything..."

"Teacher is Eri-chan's companion."

Gojo Satoru finally persuaded Miyako Eri with this reason that was not a reason, and successfully got the other party's approval to take up the post. her guardian.

"Although I haven't completely remembered it yet, Eri-chan should be able to understand what I said soon." Miyako

Eri nodded. The first thing he did after being supervised by Gojo Satoru was to be taken over by the tall white-haired young man. Take it shopping with you, from one store to another, making big purchases along the way. When he walked to the door of a store with cute Lolita-like clothes in the window, Gojo Satoru stopped and turned to look at Miyako Eri beside him.

"Oh, I almost forgot about this."

"...Can it be over?"

Different from when she first came, the white-haired girl wearing a pure black dress and a choker of the same color tied around her neck looked at herself in the mirror, Showing a slightly tired expression.

She was dressed up and turned around as a large movable figure by Gojo Satoru for a long time. The clothes that the shopping guide girl beside her had already arranged were so heavy that she could hardly carry them.

"Yeah, yes, but I'm actually quite interested in that set."

Gojo Satoru touched his chin and nodded, very confident in his aesthetic ability. It was only when Miyako Eri thought that this torture could finally be ended. , but saw the other person's hand pointing to the side, pointing at the small red dress held by a middle-aged man who was also a guest.

A middle-aged man wearing a black suit and a red scarf around his neck held the little red dress that Gojo Satoru had taken a liking to. He half-knelt in front of the blond-haired, blue-eyed exotic girl, and coaxed her with a sweet voice. Ask the little girl to try on the clothes on her hands.

"Alice-chan~~Alice-chan~~ Try this little skirt~"

"It's super pretty, it must be very suitable for Alice-chan~"

The blond girl's personality is obviously not as Buddhist as Miyako Eri, she put her hands on her hips , with an expression full of rejection.

"I've been trying on clothes with Rintaro for an hour today. I'm tired! I need to go back and rest!"

She said this and snorted without looking at the little dress in his hand.

"The last one, just the last one~ After trying it out, we can have an extra cake when we go back today~"

"Alice-chan~~~"

The middle-aged man with slightly greasy hair and unshaven beard looked at the blond girl in front of him flatteringly, and extended his hand. He handed over the small dress in his hand.

"That skirt... I'm sorry, it's a limited edition in our store, there's only one left."

The clerk looked embarrassed when he saw Gojo Satori pointing at the small dress and holding the dress.

"Then don't do it."

Miyako Eri has no pursuit of beautiful little skirts. In the final analysis, she is so good-natured and allows Gojo Satoru to dress herself up just to satisfy the interest of her companion.

"It's time for teacher to get down to business."

Hearing what Miyako Eri said, Gojo Satoru spread his hands, "Even though I said that..."

"But...that skirt is the teacher's business."

"Is this?!"

The little red dress held by the young man in a black suit suddenly flew up out of thin air, burning with ominous-looking purple flames. The flames formed a strange human face at the neckline of the dress. , "Look" at the blond girl who was coaxed by the black-haired young man just now.

"Wear... clothes..."

The human face opened its mouth and made a strange sound.

The voice consisted of a high-pitched scream that could only be made by a young girl. Many words came out of the mouth, but after careful identification, only a few phrases could be heard.

"Ouch."

Seeing the sudden change in the dress, Miyako Eri sighed in surprise, but there was no fear on her face that ordinary people would show when they see something strange.

She just stared at the burning dress with her bright red eyes and made a sound that was neither gentle nor serious.

"So this is Gojo-sensei's job? It's an eye-opener."

I don't know why, but she always had the idea of ​​"this is it" in her mind. She even vaguely felt that she was overqualified for doing this kind of commission for Gojo Satoru. dissatisfaction.

"Well, how can such dirty things formed by low-level curse spirits be tried on by Eri-chan?"

Gojo Satoru smiled and pointed at the clerk who was holding the pile of clothes in his hands dutifully despite the unexpected incident, "But The reward has been collected first.”