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Ada didn't take her basket. She is not going to the market today. She didn't know how to get to Ms. Metro. But if you don’t go to the market, where should you go? Ada didn't think about it either.

Let’s go to the port first. It's almost lunch time. Maybe we can find something delicious there if we set off now.

On the way from the restaurant to the port, you will pass by the school where Ada will attend. The last time I visited, the school had been out for a long time and it was very dark. It was getting bright now, so Ada stopped and looked across the road.

Compared with other buildings nearby, the school looks very ordinary and old, with high walls and closed doors. There is nothing special about it. But Ada stared at it for a long time. The name of the school carved on the pillars of the gate, the tall tree crown inside the wall, and the weathervane painted red on the roof. She looked left and right, rushed across the road, stepped on the wall, relied on her inertia to jump, grabbed the wall and looked inside.

Not far from the fence, there is an open-air stadium where a group of boys are playing football. A little further away, girls were playing tennis and baseball.

Ada doesn't know tennis, and no member of the Bucciarati team has told her about it - no one has the chance to get involved with this sport on weekdays. She won't be like these girls in the future, using a long-handled net bag to grab a ball, right? Ada began a new round of anxiety: she didn't like the girls' sports in this school. Although she knew a little about football, she was not a boy after all...

March 3th is Independence Day, which requires a day off, but this year it falls on a Saturday, so the holiday is moved forward one day.

Giorno originally wanted to go out and get some business today, but he drove around and looked around and gave up the idea - there were too many people and cars on the road, and if there was an "accident", it would take some effort to escape. And the weather is nice, the streets are beautifully decorated for the holidays, and it’s not unforgivable to just relax and hang out for a day now and then.

He planned to take a walk near the port - there seemed to be a procession of veterans dressed up passing by.

Halfway through, Giorno saw a thin figure hanging on the wall by the roadside. The stone pillar on the side is engraved with the name of the building inside the wall, which is a junior high school.

The small figure was wearing baggy cargo shorts and a baggy hoodie, as if they were stolen from an adult's wardrobe. Two feet in white socks and sneakers were pressed against the wall, and the whole figure looked like a seahorse knife stuck on a red wine bottle. The wall seemed to be at least 3 meters high, and the height of the two feet was much higher than the length of their owner. Giorno didn't know how this guy got himself up there, but he couldn't let a child play dangerous games alone.

"What are you doing at such a high place?"

The child heard the sound and turned to look at him. Giorno discovered that this was a girl with short white curly hair. She looked about ten years old. Her round, blue-green eyes were reminiscent of the sparkling sea in the port.

Ada was called out and looked for the source of the sound. It was a blond boy on the outside of the wall.

"If you fall, you will get hurt." The boy stretched out his hand to her under the wall. "Can you get down?"

His hair style is rare. Ada looked at his bangs, and the first thing that came to mind was three mechanical propellers or exhaust pipes of some kind side by side - it must have taken a lot of hairspray to fix it into the shape in front of her. Speaking of which, Bucciarati, Apache, and Fugo's hair also looks stiff. Taking the people around Ada as a reference, Italians seem to pay great attention to their clothing and hairstyle, and the person in front of him also has his own ideas about his clothes...

"Are you scared?" Giorno saw Ada didn't respond and took a step forward, "It doesn't matter, I will catch you."

Ada jumped down. "It's okay, I'm good at climbing heights, but thank you."

Giorno squatted down in front of Ada.

"Why are you here alone? Where are your parents? Or are your brothers and sisters in this school?"

Ada said: "No, I will go to this school to study in the second half of the year, so I came here to take a look."

"What a coincidence." Giorno raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "I was in this school before, but last year I was promoted to a nearby high school."

"What a coincidence." Ada raised her eyebrows. "Do girls have to use the net to grab the ball here?" she asked from the bottom of her soul.

Giorno was stunned. "My experience is," he said, "the type of sports is not mandatory. I can choose the sports I want to participate in every physical education class in advance." He suddenly straightened up. "Maybe it's fate that I met you." The boy said, "Would you like to go to the store in front to buy ice cream together? If you are curious about the new school, I can answer everything." He blinked slowly. "As long as you're willing to treat me."

Ada didn't miss this opportunity. On the way to the ice cream shop, she introduced herself: "My name is Ada, what's yours?"

"Giorno."

"What a nice name."

Giorno thanked her softly and expressed that he would treat Ada to a single ball later as a return gift for her unintentional compliment.

"It's just a casual remark, it's not serious." Ada refused, and it was not good for her to eat too much ice cream, which gave her a stomachache.

Giorno laughed: "Okay then. Are you going to be in first grade next?"

"Ah."

"Have you bought all the textbooks?"

"I've bought it." Apaki and Fugo went to a second-hand bookstore together some time ago and picked out a complete set of textbooks and exercise books for first grade. Nalanja read all the textbooks before Ada herself could read them, and finally threw them to her in disappointment.

"The textbooks used by this school are different from those used by other nearby schools. I was very confused when I first enrolled in class." Giorno seemed to recall some interesting memories, "I am not very familiar with the new classmates. , and I was afraid of asking stupid questions and being regarded as a fool, so I didn’t dare to ask for a whole week why I was the only one who couldn’t understand what the teacher was saying. After that, it took a lot of effort to make up for the homework. ." The young man laughed heartily.

"If the versions are different, is the difference so big?" Ada's heart skipped a beat. "The math textbooks I bought all have red covers. What about yours?" She asked Giorno nervously.

"It's a big difference. The order of chapters and the depth of explanation are very different. My math textbook is blue." Giorno joked casually, "It seems that you bought the wrong book like I did at that time." His expression was extremely sincere.

Ada thought that when she went back, she would see if she could return the textbooks she had purchased. "Thank you," she said. "I'll have to find out where I can buy the correct version."

"I still have all my textbooks at home." Giorno said, "Because other schools don't use this set of textbooks, and the new students in my school have all bought new textbooks from the school's channels in advance, so although I have been Everyone wants to resell them, but they can't find a suitable small buyer." His expression became distressed.

Ada took the bait as soon as she heard it. "Can you sell it to me?" she said. "Because I got into trouble, my family has been a little anxious these days, and I can't even talk to them about the textbook. If you can sell the textbook to If I say it, it's great." After buying the textbooks, he quietly went to the second-hand bookstore owner to discuss returning them, and he could handle the matter quietly without causing any trouble to Bucciarati and the others. Ada thought to herself that it was a good idea.

Giorno suddenly couldn't bear it.

He does have a textbook in his hand, or a complete set, and the version is indeed different from the textbooks in most junior high schools now, but as to whether this junior high school is really using it...it turned out that he found it in a passenger's suitcase. If you find that you can't sell it at all, it's probably, with a high probability, no, almost certainly not in use... Assuming that she's cheaper, she doesn't need to treat her to ice cream, just think of it as a subtle thank you for helping her deal with the waste.

So Ada and Giorno each paid for the ice cream, and they agreed to meet at the ice cream shop next Monday to pay and deliver the goods. The entire set of textbooks plus exercise books totaled 2 lire. Giorno also ensured that the textbooks contained his notes, which would be helpful to Ada's study. The pages were in good condition except for the notes.

Ada said goodbye to Giorno happily, and was about to return to the apartment to calculate whether she still had 2 lire in her piggy bank. If it was not enough, she planned to borrow some from Naranca.

But halfway, she was stopped by a man.

Ada remembers this man with a rare hairline and a teary-eyed man. His nickname is "Tearful Luka" and he seems to have been working near the airport. Sometimes he comes to the city to see Bolbo. The last time they met was a few months ago, when he sent a message to Bucciarati on behalf of Polpo. It seems that his reputation is too bad, and everyone in the Bucciarati team does not like to see him. Ada had not spoken directly to this man.

"Mr. Lucca, long time no see." However, Ada still greeted politely, "Do you have anything to do with Bucciarati today?"

"I'm not looking for Bucciarati." Luka looked Ada up and down and touched his chin, "I'm eating ice cream, it's really good." He reached out and grabbed Ada's ice cream - she just licked it, and the result was Luka ate most of it in one bite.

"Aren't you willing?" Luka saw Ada's eyes and said displeasedly, "After all, I am also Bucciarati's colleague. You still have the money to treat me to an ice cream, right?" He thought of himself As for the next task, he hooked his fingers at Ada. "Come here, little one. Porpo asked me to send you a message."

Ada was not very willing to go with him. "Polpo? But I'm not a member of 'Passionate'."

"You have a chance to join, how about it? Do you want to come and talk about this?" Luka didn't want to waste time. He stretched out a hand, grabbed the back of Ada's neck, and half-forced her to follow. . Ada could feel that the "Pink Moon" wanted to come out and take Ada away directly, but she suppressed it in a rare way - the existence of the "Pink Moon" cannot be exposed in front of people who don't know the details.

Ruka took her to the coast near a port.

"Bucciarati probably thinks he is good at keeping secrets." Luca sneered, "But is 'enthusiasm' so easy to fool him? Naive man... Hey, you were like this before, right?" He put two fingers to his forehead.

Ada, who couldn't remember anything, didn't know what Luka was talking about, but that didn't stop her from following the other person's words.

"How did you know!" She took a step back, shouted in shock, and hurriedly covered her mouth.

"I don't know, but I don't know where Bolbo got the accurate information." Luka spit out a name, "'Duran Adeni', it seems to be this name... It is said that you got it from a The 'Saint Andrew Center' escaped from the asylum and ran to Tunisia."

Ada had no memory of the name, but she did remember a clue about her escape to Tunisia—looking back from the boat late at night, she saw an old billboard written in Arabic: "Welcome to Tunisia."

She was somewhat thankful that she was temporarily weak and could hide her emotions with a pale face.

"Dulan Adeni..." She said the name, and a blurry black boy's face suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Ah, yes, Bolbo asked me to come here as soon as he received the news. I also think that we should get along well with you. How about it? I will take you to pass Bolbo's test and hang out with me in the future?" Luka said She said seductively, "Bucciarati and the others don't seem to give you much money, do they? You see, your clothes are also second-hand goods they have worn before - how can a little girl pick up a stinky man's old clothes and wear them?"

Ada thought about it and realized that the hoodie she was wearing did belong to Mista before, but he didn't wear it after he bought it.

When she first arrived, Ada had no clothes except the one she had before. Mista temporarily lent her the new clothes. Mista's emphasis on clothes is more about the fabric than the appearance, so after Ada wore it, she became obsessed with the comfort brought by the expensive and high-quality pure cotton material, and refused to give the hoodie back to Mista. Da. After joining the team, Mista became obsessed with close-fitting clothing for some reason like his other teammates. He happened to be no longer able to wear the loose-fitting clothes, so he picked out some of the ones he had never worn and gave them to Ai. Da. Ada, who has no obsession with fashion, has not purchased anything extra and has been wearing the clothes Mista gave her.

It does sound like she picked up Mista's old clothes. But Ada and Mista could swear to God that the labels on those clothes had not been cut off and the wrapping paper was still intact.

But there is no need to explain this to Luka now. Ada misses her ice cream and brings this emotion to her clothes and money. "I really want new clothes. (In fact, I hate that you just snatched my ice cream.)" She touched her hoodie, "But Bucciarati wouldn't want me to join 'Passionate', I 9 I’m going to school in the month.”

"Who told you that these two things are in conflict?" Luka said, "And if you go to school, who will pay for your tuition?"

"Buggarati?"

"He paid your tuition, do you still have the nerve to ask him for pocket money to buy new clothes?" Luka said "kindly", "I just happened to meet you on the road, and I took you back as a kindness, so I didn't take you back." Is it already a great favor to throw him back to Africa? You still want to shamelessly spend his money?"

Ada lowered her head and said nothing.

Luca continued: "Bucciarati told you not to join, right? But he didn't keep you by his side all the time. He wanted you to join in the future. I'm very familiar with this trick." He leaned against the shore. On the stone wall. "Think clearly, I am giving you a chance to be independent. You said yourself that you have been supported by Bucciarati like this now. In the future, you will have no choice but to join him. You will be led by him without knowing anything. Is it better to do the task? Or is it better to come with me in advance and get familiar with the work first?"

"This...I..." Ada seemed to be thinking about it seriously.

"The latter is definitely better." Luka did not give Ada any time to think further, "My jurisdiction is at the airport. There are not many people there, the work is simple, and I happen to be short of manpower..."

"But if I go to the airport every day, I won't have time to go to school..."

"Isn't there a guy named Fugo there who has a very good mind?" Luka interrupted Ada again, "How about you go and persuade him to help you more, and I will also check your homework for you?" Seeing that Ada was still hesitant, Luka added: "If you are still unwilling, then I won't force you. Polbo has always admired you since he learned about your experience, and I can also help you." Well, after you pass the test, I recommend you to join Bucciarati’s team.”

"But I..."

"You are already fourteen years old. You should look like an adult by now, right?" Luka said in a more serious tone, "What? You have been raised by Bucciarati, do you really think you are a child?"

Ada blushed. "I'm not...but, I need time to think about it."

Luka didn't originally intend to promote Ada's joining in one go. Seeing that Ada didn't seem to be unwavering, he thought to himself: Children are really easy to deceive, and they will completely follow their own ideas after a little guidance. However, putting too much pressure may be counterproductive, so he planned to leave temporarily - if he stayed too long, Bucciarati and the others would find out, and he would not get any benefits.

"Don't tell Bucciarati about this for the time being." Luka leaned over and got close to Ada's ear, "You don't need me to explain the reason to you again, do you?"

Ada kept nodding. Luka left with satisfaction.

"Pink Moon" wanted to come out the moment Luka turned around, but Ada still suppressed it.

Ada walked home alone according to the original plan, opened the piggy bank, and counted her savings - no more, no less, just 2 lire. She had enough money to buy textbooks, and she did not need to ask other people to borrow money. .

At this time, the "Pink Moon" appeared vigorously.

"Are you really going to join?" it asked. "That guy looks like a scumbag."

Ada shook her head. "I need to tell Bucciarati about this," she said. "If it is true, as Ruka said, that Polbo asked him to 'invite' me to be his team member, then if I don't agree, I may still Something bad is going to happen.”

"I don't understand." "Pink Moon" said, "Is it possible that they want to kidnap you? Are they threatening you to join?"

"I'm just worried." Ada wrapped the money in beautiful colored paper and put it into her little basket.

"Worry?"

"Luca specifically asked me not to tell Bucciarati, because if he knew about it, it would be very bad for Luca." Ada smiled mischievously, "Then I have to tell him." Ada touched the small basket. handle. "Originally, I didn't want to cause any more trouble to Bucciarati, but the matter of Luca is different from the matter of buying the wrong textbook. If I buy the wrong textbook, I can use my own money to buy it again, Bucciarati They won't hurt anyone if they find out later, and Luca and Bolbo..." Her sweet voice, like the chirping of a young bird, was a little frustrated, "I felt very bad when I listened to Luca talking, he You know more things than me, and this can no longer be solved secretly without telling everyone. I can't handle it alone..." Although she didn't want to cause Bucciarati and the others any more trouble, Ada's intuition told her, The consequences of hiding this may be worse than telling the truth.

Perhaps because of the loss of memory, Ada always felt that her brain could not function properly. There was clearly a thread connected, but she couldn't catch it. When Fugo was furious, he said that she was as "retarded" as Nalanja, but Ada always felt that she should not be so stupid. (Nalanja was stabbed without knowing it.)

However, she managed to write down one thing before forgetting it.

St. Andrew's Centre. Duran Adeney. That blurry black boy’s face. Ada found a piece of white paper and tried to draw the face.

"Is this a face?" "Pink Moon" commented coldly, "Is he a hybrid of a human and a slug?"

"Maybe I'll think of it later." Ada put away the white paper, "It's not dark yet, let's go to the port."

Ada did not go to the port. She put away her 2 lire and originally planned to turn back, but she bumped into Naranja who was trying to catch her on the way. He, Fugo and Mista acted separately, and their troops were divided. Three ways are looking for her.

Ada was glad in her heart that she was really lucky and didn't meet Fugo.

Nalanja grabbed the hat on the back of her clothes and dragged Ada back to the restaurant while calling the other two people. And Ada lowered her head dejectedly and followed Nalanja, the hat held by Nalanja rubbing her face all the way. She felt like a potato bag with two legs, obediently going back, waiting to be skinned and cramped.

When they both arrived, everyone was already gathered at the restaurant.

Before Nalanjia took Ada in, he quietly said to her outside the door: "I'm sorry last night, I misunderstood you..."

"I'm sorry too," Ada also said, "You must be worried."

"But even so, Ada, you have to remember..." Nalanja first showed a "let you go" expression, and then suddenly became serious, "I am three years older than you, you know ? A whole three years old."

Actually it should be two years and nine months. Ada corrected secretly in her mind.

It seems that she should indeed be stronger than Nalanja.