My Ninjutsu in Naruto will be automatically practiced

Nalanjia, who looked like a bitter gourd, clicked the ballpoint pen.

Ada read word for word: "...Just now someone threw stones and broke the glass window. The school janitor ran out and caught a child from the crowd. At this time, Stiti, who lived across the door, ran over... "

Nalanja was irritated. "Ada is like a bee there, buzzing non-stop. I can't concentrate! Damn it! How much does 16 times 18 equal..." He scratched his head and started scribbling in his notebook. .

Fugo tried to enlighten him. "You start from the ones position and count slowly. If it doesn't work, just use the grid method."

Nalanja quickly drew the grid and began to calculate.

"...'It wasn't him, I saw it. It was Frandy who threw the stones. Frandy once said to me: If you tell me, I won't let you go! But I'm not afraid of him.'..." Ada Lang The dialogue in the book is full of rhythm and emotion.

With a "boom", Fuge jumped up and kicked over Nalanja's chair. "Nalanga! You guy! 36! The sum of 16 and 18 is not 36, right?" He roared angrily.

"I calculated according to the grid method!" Nalanjia lay on the ground, feeling aggrieved.

Fugo became even more angry. "Why are you doing the process right but the answer is wrong! You can't do calculations with more than ten fingers! Are you using your multiplication table to wipe your mouth?" The waiter looked at Fu Ge with distress as he kept stomping on him. Stomped away chair.

"My accounts here are almost wrong! Can't you just shut up?!" Bucciarati punched the table.

The air fell silent for a moment, making the next "click" sound particularly harsh.

The glass of the restaurant was smashed from the outside, and the murder weapon was a paper ball wrapped with stones, which fell into the broken glass and the direct line of sight of the six people. They looked out through the holes in the windows. It's teary-eyed Ruka. He had a confused look on his face, holding his beloved shovel with both hands like a tennis racket. He probably didn't expect to be seen by everyone immediately. His whole body seemed to be stiff for a few seconds, and he ran away.

Nalanja was closest to the window and almost got hit by the broken glass before he could get up from the ground. He jumped up and shouted toward the broken window: "Hey! Come back here! You bastard!"

"Okay, Naranja." Bucciarati called him back, "If you stand there any longer, your shoes will be scratched by the glass - aren't they new leather shoes that have only been replaced a few months ago?" he continued. The job at hand. "It's better to take that ball of paper back first and see what's written inside." He ordered.

Nalanja avoided the glass particles, peeled the paper off the stone, shook it, and brought it back to the table.

"Ada: You still told Bucciarati. Look at the good thing you did, it hurt me miserably. Do you know what to do tomorrow afternoon? Tearful Luca... Is this guy an idiot?" Fugo only said Come to this sentence.

"Didn't Bolbo say he wouldn't be allowed to continue?" Mista took the note from Fugo's hand.

"Maybe Lucca's full name is Frandi Lucca." Ada said quietly, "The absolute highest level, the kind of Frandi Lucca that is incomparable to others... 'But I'm not afraid of him.' , Bolbo has spoken.”

"Don't show off your grammar at this time. It's already very bad." Fugo sat down again, holding his chin in one hand.

"Do you know what he wants you to do?" Nalanja raised his chair, "I'll go with you and beat that guy up."

"What test do you want me to go to Bolbo to pass? He seemed to have said it last time." Ada said, "I won't go anyway. I hate him. He can wait there by himself." She clicked on the page of the book. name. "Frandy Rucka, annoying guy." She decided on Rucka's full name without permission.

"It's up to you." Bucciarati kept his promise to Polbo and did not give Ada any advice or comment. When he looked at the account book, he couldn't help but think: Lucca is working for the penultimate time in his life. , it ended so hastily.

Affected by Ruka's vandalism, the person in charge of the restaurant had to temporarily seal off the side of the restaurant where the team members and Ada often stayed for maintenance. The person in charge apologized to Bucciarati and others and offered to arrange other seats for them. Apaki looked around the room, feeling that there was no way to separate them from other customers, and then looked at Bucciarati, expressing reluctance. Bucciarati agreed. "The repairs are only for a few days, so just be patient for the time being." He said, "But on the other hand, Naranja and Fugo, you should be more restrained; Mista and Ada, read softly. Don’t add fuel to their fire.”

"Let's go, Ada, let's go to the door to have a recital." Mista took Ada with her wine, and the two of them went to the stone steps at the door.

Fugo took the opportunity to tell Bucciarati about taking Ada to the hospital.

"It's better to fool her in this way. By the way, we can also check her allergens. She will always use them when she enters school in the future." Fuge said, "Children are more sensitive than adults in this regard. I used to have it in my school. This child is allergic to death, and Ada is relatively weak, so we need to take this matter seriously."

Naranja shushed him: "A fourteen-year-old child."

For Bucciarati, there was no need to reject Fugo's proposal. "Okay, let's discuss it when I come back."

Fuge then arranged Nalanjia's homework. "Without Ada to bother you, no matter how hard you calculate, the number will definitely not be 36."

Ada and Mista sat on the steps, blocking the way of the diners, so they moved to the stone platform under the window. However, Ada was not interested in reading any more after she came out, and Mista was not interested in listening anymore - after all, the two big toys were trapped in the room and torturing each other over math problems.

"You are quite bad-hearted." Mista took the book from her hand with a smile and stuffed it into the paper bag.

"I didn't mean it," Ada said. "Nalanja said I was annoyed, and I wasn't happy either. In the morning, he even talked nonsense in front of me."

"Now that the truth is out, don't hold grudges." Mista stood up, "Ruka just came here, and he shouldn't be around again today. How about it? Do you want to go to the market to find some delicious food together? ? At this time, most tripe bun shops are still open."

"I don't really want to go, maybe I'd better go to the port. I'm a little embarrassed to see Ms. Metro." Ada still hasn't figured out how to meet Ms. Metro.

Mista didn't expect that Ada was still struggling. "Isn't it good to be like normal? Although she has to take some responsibility for that fatal son, that guy has actually been dead a long time ago. If you don't see her, she will only feel more and more guilty, so you can give her some comfort. .Do you understand?"

Ada nodded.

"Then let's go. We happened to pass by my house. You can put these wines back. It's troublesome to keep them with you. After eating, go to the bookstore and buy "The Education of Continuing Love."" Mista laughed until she was full of bad blood. "Don't you think Nalanja's expression after listening to these things is interesting? How about preparing more materials?"

The two hit it off immediately, but the door of the Mennini house opposite suddenly opened, and Sara came out.

"Ada." She called Ada's name, hesitated for a while, and then trotted over to the two of them. Mista took a half step back, but had no intention of letting her and Ada talk alone. "Ada," Sarah handed a cloth bag to Ada, "This is a cookie made by Greta. Try it. There are a lot of nice raisins in it." The cloth bag has red flowers on a white background. , two straps embroidered with Ada's name.

"Thank you, Mrs. Mennini." Ada still smiled sweetly.

"Your luggage has been packed and we've called a helper to deliver it to your apartment tomorrow afternoon." Sara said hesitantly: "Greta and I were too timid the past few days, so it was hard for you. We deserve to be wronged, and we are wrong. Please forgive us. If you want to come to us in the future, you can always come to us, we are always at home."

After hearing this, Ada blinked. "Is it really okay?" she said, "I promise it won't be like last time."

"Of course, of course." Sara immediately smiled with relief, "Little Ada, someday I will take you to the street to make some little dresses, and I will keep you dressed up beautifully." She brushed her hand Ada's forehead hair.

"The tripe bun shop I like will be closed soon." Mista looked at the time displayed on the phone, but he was not very happy. He stretched out his hand to pull Ada's collar, "I choose The clothes are obviously suitable for both men and women." Sara apologized sarcastically. Mista said it casually, waved his hand nonchalantly, and urged Ada: "Let's go quickly. If you're late, you won't even be able to catch up with the queue." Ada hurriedly said goodbye to Sara and followed Mista away.

Sarah watched them go away before returning to her home. Greta was waiting for her at the gate.

"At least he accepted it, and he didn't mean to blame us." The wife smiled.

Greta said with relief: "She is a good child, but it's a pity that we can't be her family."

"Stop blaming yourself. Isn't it because you don't have the confidence to live with her? It's better to keep some distance than to grow apart later." Sarah helped her mother-in-law go inside, passed the living room, and looked at the door. Stunned for a moment by the giraffe height ruler and the pencil graffiti on the wall, Greta looked in the direction of her gaze.

She said, "How about taking down these handwritings and the height ruler and sending them to Ada with her luggage? She seemed very happy at that time, and it was a souvenir." The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law started preparing for Ada. .

Mista wanted to walk faster, but was afraid of breaking the bottle in his hand, so he had to slow down. As he approached his residence, he had already let go of the tripe buns - it wasn't something that he had to eat today, and it would be nice to take a walk along the way. He took Ada to his house first, put the wine bottles in the refrigerator, and then slowly continued walking to the market.

"You look quite happy." He watched Ada bouncing about half a step ahead.

Ada looked back at him, slowed down and walked alongside him. "I thought Mrs. Mennini would never want to see me." Her face was full of surprise. "She gave me cookies, so nice." She took one out of her bag and took a bite. . "Do you want it?" But neither hand planned to help Mista take one out.

"Okay, give me one." Mista obviously saw it, but he didn't want to follow Ada's wishes.

Ada had no choice but to take out another one from the cloth bag and give it to Mista. "Well, raisins are so sweet."

Mista took a bite. "It's not bad... Ah, but today, you have to tell Nalanja and Fugo slowly about Mrs. Mennini's affairs. Don't tell them all at once."

"why?"

"Their tempers..." Maybe it was because he was too familiar with them. Mista didn't know how to explain it better. "Should I say that they can't get rid of the sand in their eyes, or that they prefer to be straightforward. Anyway, I was angry last time." It's not a big deal, it's only been a few days, I guess I don't want to hear about Mrs. Mennini and the others for the time being." He added: "But these mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are very interesting, and they rushed to adopt without thinking about it. , something happened, he kicked the person away, and he felt sorry for him and came over to give some small favors - what do you think of people? Is Bucciarati still able to hold back and not look down on them?" Mista thought in his mind I can't say that I'm very comfortable with this, but considering that Ada will start going to school in the future, these worldly things and trivial things will only be more. Even if it is for her own good, one more thing is worse than one less thing.

Ada gradually became less happy after listening to Mista's words. "So, actually they still don't like me?"

"Where did you think you were? The man in the Mennini family was high and left alone. He probably scared them out of their wits, so it actually has nothing to do with you. You weren't here at that time." Mista immediately He said, "This kind of thing is not incomprehensible. You will gradually understand it when you return to normal life." The violent but straightforward life in the squad is completely different from the smooth and roundabout life in normal society.

"But it's hard for Nalanja and Fuge to accept this, so telling them all at once will make the situation very bad." He brought the topic back and warned Ada.

"Fuge can't do it. If it weren't for Nalanja and me, he would be quite calm." Ada positioned herself accurately.

"So it's easy for him to be led by the two of you..." Mista pointed to the store in the distance, "Look, if you and Menini are allowed to linger for a while, they really won't be able to keep up with the delicious food. That's it." He took three steps and then two steps at a time and rushed forward. "Any more? Come one!"

After all, I bought a tripe bun. Mista asked the shopkeeper to cut it in half, wrap it separately, and gave half to Ada. Ada didn't understand what the word "tripa" meant just now, so she looked at the bread with animal offal in her hand, and she didn't look good. "Is this...meat?" She stopped vomiting when she saw meat. She just didn't like it.

"This restaurant adds more tomatoes and spices, so the meat flavor is not heavy." The half in Mista's hand was gone, "Don't be afraid, try it, believe me, it's delicious."

After all, I had already taken it, so I couldn’t waste it. Ada frowned and took a bite, and the little stars all over the world suddenly lit up.

The tripe must have been cleaned extremely well and stewed very softly. It does not have the smell that most red meats have, or the taste of cooked meat that Ada hates. It does not taste like meat, and the taste combination of tomatoes and spices is also different. It's great, but Ada's favorite thing is - "It's a little spicy. It's delicious." She has been banned from eating spicy food for a long time. For the panini in the morning, Fugo deliberately didn't make it spicy, and the bread was soft. The sauce of the tripe buns itself contains chili peppers, and the outer layer of the bread is also very chewy, making Ada completely addicted after her first bite.

"Ah... I forgot about this." Mista had no choice but to compensate, "You must keep it a secret from other people. If they know that I brought you here to eat this, I won't be able to eat it and walk away. "

"I want to eat it next time." Ada immediately took the opportunity to make a request.

"That won't work." Mista didn't even think about it.

"I'm going to tell Bucciarati..." Threaten.

"Next week! I'll take you again next week!" Surrender.

A satisfied Ada slowly bit into the tripe bun, but the half of the panini before was a bit too full. After eating half of the tripe bun, Ada felt that her stomach was being stretched again. Going to the bookstore to buy books became Ada's journey of digestion. Mista took her to buy a book and walked all the way back to the restaurant.

"Bucciarati and the others may be preparing to have dinner." Mista discussed with Ada before going in. "If he asks me what I took you to eat just now..."

"Pizza?"

"It must be Neapolitan pizza." Mista was still worried about Ada's preference for Hawaiian pizza.

"Then I will also eat tripe buns next week."

"Hey, don't push yourself too far."

"Xia Wei..."

"Do as you say! Your Majesty Mullesh!"

Bucciarati had already asked the waiter to prepare dinner for six people, but as soon as Mista pulled Ada in, he said that they had already eaten. The captain naturally asked what he had eaten, and one person said Neapolitan pizza, while the other person said Phi Phi Phi Phi pizza, that, that, no, that was not Naples.

Ada's tripe buns were ruined. But at least I caught half of it to eat today, which is quite satisfying.

As for Mista, he always felt as if his hat was being pushed up by the lump on his head.

Regarding the mission at the yacht dock, Bucciarati went to find Polbo to return to his mission the next day. After listening to his report, Polbo praised Bucciarati for keeping his promise without smiling. "It just seems that I'm too spoiled to you, allowing you to play these little tricks on me." He warned, "Mulesh has to stay alone."

"You are right." Bucciarati responded.

After he returned from prison, Ada's physical examination was scheduled. This Wednesday, Ada had completed a complete set of allergen tests, and Bucciarati also had her blood drawn for a poison test. The results will be available Thursday.

Ada had taken a very small, relatively mild dose of the hallucinogen, so it had no major effects. As for the allergy thing, Fugo really got it right. Ada does have an allergen. However, several people who heard this allergen could not believe their ears for a while.

"Orange peel?" Mista raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Bucciarati, who accompanied Ada to the hospital to receive the results, was very calm.

"Where's the orange meat?" Nalanjia asked.

"It doesn't matter if you clean it."

"Can this thing be allergic?" Apaki looked at Ada who was studying anti-allergy medicine.

"Orange peels, as well as orange peels, grapefruit peels, lemon peels - in short, it is the juice inside the rind of citrus plants. The doctor said it is not uncommon, but not many people are allergic to it when they grow up. Fortunately, it is not serious. Otherwise it could be fatal." Bucciarati flipped through Ada's medical records.

"So is it because you are allergic to orange candy that you have an abnormal reaction?" Fuge confirmed again.

"It's possible. After asking her carefully, the orange candy is wrapped with a layer of lemon peel fragments, which should be used to cover up the bitter taste of hallucinogens." Bucciarati said, "The doctor's opinion is similar to yours." He did not Next, explain. The doctor told Bucciarati that the ingested dose is indeed very small, but oral administration and injection have a great impact on the effectiveness of the drug. If Metro had chosen to forcibly inject Ada at that time, it might have been a different outcome, but there is no need to say this part again.

Metro is still lying in the hospital with his legs hanging. It may take several weeks before he is discharged.

"How about waiting for Mitro to be discharged from the hospital and take him to apologize to you, and let this matter be over?" Bucciarati asked Ada for her opinion.

Ada doesn't want to see Metro. "I'm quite heartbroken," she said honestly, "I can't forgive him now."

"Okay, let's move on to the next topic." Bucciarati snapped his fingers. Ada and the team members surrounded Fugo.

Fu Ge was stunned. "What happen to you guys?"

Mista and Nalanja held Fugo's arms on the left and right, fixing his arms so that he could not move.

"We've been thinking about it these past few days." Mista said, "I think you probably haven't experienced this much."

"Don't you want a birthday surprise?" Nalanja smiled brightly, "Here you go!" Even a little too bright.

Bucciarati's stand-in, "Steel Chain Finger" punched the dining table, and a long zipper appeared on the table. Bucciarati pulled it open and held out a plate of cake, which looked like a German Black Forest cake.

"After all, it's your first time to drink. Drinking it directly may be too cruel for you," Bucciarati joked. "So we thought for a long time that alcoholic desserts would be more suitable for you on the first night of drinking."

"So you think throwing a cake in my face is a surprise?" Fuge almost doubted the friendship between them.

"One?" It was Apache who spoke up, "Only one button, can it still be called a surprise?" In response to his words, Bucciarati continued to take out one cake after another from the zipper, and soon the cakes next to him were Both tables were occupied. Tiramisu, Montblanc...to put it this way, almost one-third of European desserts use alcohol. "I personally find it boring," Apaki asked Ada to hold a plate of tiramisu, and he picked her up by the armpits. "But if you try it once, you should be happy." Apache Key's voice sounded strangely pleasant.

"Even you..." Fugo looked at the last savior, "Ada, so many cakes are going to fall on me, don't you feel bad? Don't you feel it's a pity? Don't you want to eat them all? "

"To be honest, it's a little bit. But for Fuge's birthday surprise, I can bear it." Ada smiled shyly.

In fact, she is looking forward to teasing me with this - Fugo thought, looking at Ada's face.

All hope was lost. Fugo shouted desperately to the approaching cake: "Don't come here! My clothes are very expensive! They are custom-made! They can only be dry-cleaned! Don't let them get stained with cream!"

"I'll pay for the dry cleaning." Bucciarati said directly.

"If you press it on Fuge one by one, he will definitely not be satisfied. How about..." Mista winked at Nalanja. After the cake in Ada's hand was pressed on Fuge's face, the two of them He pressed Fuge into the pile of cakes on the table.

"Am I not satisfied?! Is it you?! Just wait for me!"

This is the cry from Fu Ge. In the end he became the filling of the cake.

Bucciarati really paid the dry cleaning bill.