Jojos Who Are Doing Things in Daily Life

"Oh? Really? I knew you could do Naranja, let me see..."

"..."

However, when Giorno slowly opened his eyes again, everything in his mind became a cloud of the past.

In front of his table, there are cakes, puddings, wine, everything they like.

However, in response to Giorno, apart from a mass of memories stuck in his brain, there were only six empty chairs with no one sitting on them...

An extremely strong sense of loss hit Giorno's heart. If it wasn't for his precocious and calm mind, perhaps he would have been collapsed by this strong sense of loss and loneliness.

"...Looks like I'm still immature... Bugaradi."

Almost whispering the name, Giorno flashed a bleak wry smile on his face, and then put everything in his heart again.He silently raised the goblet in front of him. No one came to clink glasses with him, but he still chose to do so.

With a glass of wine, respect your best friend; with a glass of wine, don't look back.

Goodbye, my friends.Goodbye, my past.I have never forgotten you, but I have never been bound by memories either.

...I will definitely see you again, maybe it will take a little time.Maybe days, months, or years, decades?

I will always be here, waiting for the day you come.When you come, I will give you the best food, the strongest wine, and the best quiet life.

"...Calzi, amici miei (Italian, translated as 'cheers, my dear friends')."

……

No one knows how long the "banquet" on the second floor lasted. Anyway, when Giorno walked down the escalator from the second floor in a daze, the restaurant had already entered the final stage of rest, and he was the only one waiting. people.

Giorno didn't let anyone follow him this time. Giorno was a bit unsteady when he was drunk. All of them are good wines of a certain age. Now that the wine is strong, even he can't resist it.

Then, a strange scene appeared on the streets of Tokyo at night.A boy who looked to be no more than 15 years old, with a confused and drunk look on his face.In this country that expressly prohibits minors from drinking and smoking, this scene is quite eye-catching.

What's more, Giorno's outfit and hairstyle are already very eye-catching, so it's hard not to attract attention now.Fortunately, Giorno still had the last sliver of reason left, and walked towards home as much as possible.

...He seemed to have forgotten how if Jonathan saw his appearance, he would be reprimanded and educated the next day.

Finally, unable to resist the tiredness, Giorno casually lay down on a wooden chair, using his arm as a pillow, and fell asleep in the wind.

This is not the first time that Giorno fell asleep like this. When he was still in Naples, when he didn’t have a student dormitory and didn’t want to go home to sleep, Giorno often slept in the same bed with local hooligans and some wandering beggars. park, or somewhere else on a chair.You can't fall asleep completely, because no one knows if someone will reach out to your wallet when you fall asleep.

However, under the blessing of alcohol at this time, or because of his own status and differences, Giorno didn't have many worries, so he fell asleep like this.

The late spring breeze blew past, mixed with a tinge of heat, all kinds of people passing by also noticed this scene, but they just looked at it and hurried past.

No one knows how long it has passed, the flow of people slowly dispersed, and at this time, a girl who came downstairs to take out the garbage from the residents downstairs, turned her head after throwing away the garbage, but paid attention to it. Here comes the scene.

The familiar and impactful outfits made the girl recognize each other immediately, and she couldn't help but stepped forward to confirm it.

"...It really is him."

After confirming the other party's identity, the girl seemed a little hesitant, but in the end she thought about it, and after a while of helpless entanglement, she still chose to help him up, and slowly helped him upstairs...

Chapter 199: Giorno's Handling Method (Blade Plus)

The next morning, in a very ordinary rental house.

Mai Sakurajima got up early today as usual, but she didn't get up from her own bed, but from the sofa.

"Ah yo... oh my god..." When Mai Sakurajima got up from the not-so-comfortable sofa, she felt like she was about to fall asleep.Usually sleeping in Simmons, the pampered Mai Sakurajima has just moved here and even the bed is barely acceptable. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, her quality of life plummeted again, changing from a bed to a sofa.

And all of this is due to a certain drunk who picked it up yesterday when she went downstairs to throw out the trash.

Thinking of this, Mai Sakurajima also felt a little unhappy.Resisting the pain in his waist and back, he reluctantly stood up and walked to his room, and pushed the door open.

However, before she could speak, the neatly tidied room and the already folded quilt made Mai Sakurajima unable to spit out the words that came to her mouth.

Now this room is just a simple room, there is no sign of life other than myself, and the drunk boy who carried it back yesterday has long since disappeared.

At this time, a note placed on the bedside table attracted her attention, with a few banknotes on it.Mai Sakurajima couldn't help being slightly puzzled, picked up the note, only to see that it was very briefly written:

"Accommodation fee. Thank you Miss Mai for your kindness. By Giorno Giobana."

"...What a tasteless brat."

Mai Sakurajima looked at this note, and then at the so-called "accommodation fee" left by Giorno, and suddenly felt like a boy who had kidnapped a young man who had lost his footing and made friends with him. A sense of déjà vu of placing money and saying "thank you for the hospitality".

It's just... Mai Sakurajima is still a little worried about the boy she picked up yesterday, not only because the other party helped her, but also because of her understanding of the boy.

Mai Sakurajima didn't think that Giorno would be so weak that he needed alcohol to numb himself. There was no confusion or hesitation in that boy's eyes, only calm judgment.However, yesterday I saw the other party slumped on a chair like a drunk, Mai Sakurajima couldn't help but start to feel a little worried.

This person...what happened to him that could make him lose his composure...

"Speaking of which... the last time the favor has not been returned to him..." Sakurajima Mai held the note in his hand, remembering the time when he and Giorno looked up at the night view of Tokyo in a high-rise restaurant, and he enlightened himself words.

As he said, I want to live a life reintegrating into ordinary people. Everything is as he said, and I seem to understand something, the so-called life of ordinary people.

But he... seems to have run into some trouble at this time...

Pursing her lips, Sakurajima Mai unknowingly crumpled the piece of paper in her hand, the girl was a little restless, but also very helpless.

Although she is living an ordinary life now, she is still Mai Sakurajima, the Mai Sakurajima who debuted as a child star, became popular all the way, and is now a well-known star in Japan.

"Ugh……"

In the end, it turned into a long sigh of helplessness, Mai Sakurajima slowly let go of all the impulses in her heart, and reason once again controlled her brain.

However, the girl's sense of powerlessness towards her own identity made everything go quietly, and something changed...