Married life with Bakugo

When I was delivering food for the first time, I met milky, a cat with supernatural powers. After being robbed, I robbed the robber’s scooter. I rode the scooter to participate in the competition and won the first prize. Finally, I found out that the cool little motorcycle belonged to Mr. Nakaya.

Hmm... No one will believe this bizarre experience.

This time, I vaccinated myself and looked at the order first. The customer who ordered the takeaway was called Nakata Yongichi, Haole, a fairly ordinary name, and nothing strange should happen.

The weather is really terrible, even wearing a beekeeping hat, I still feel very dry, and because of wearing this hat, I was very stuffy, and attracted many surprised eyes along the way.

It's not accurate to describe it with surprise, it should be the look of "this person is sick, so tightly covered".

I:……

Speeding up the scooter, I arrived at the residence of Mr. Nakata Eiichi.However, the moment the house came into my eyes, I knew that this gentleman was not simple.

May I ask is there any normal house with a completely different decoration style?

The left half is quite refreshing with bright blue tones, the right half is black and white, and separated by a red line in the middle. What's more ironic is that there is an angel with gentle eyebrows and soft light on the wall on the left.On the wall on the right is a crooked, black skull-faced demon.

It would be fine if there were two people with completely different personalities and habits living in it. I can understand that the two had disagreements when decorating the house.But if there is only one person living in it, I have reasonable grounds to suspect that it is a schizophrenic, or a maverick artist.

With a feeling of curiosity and worry, I took off my hat and mask, and rang the doorbell of Mr. Nakata's house.

After a while, the door opened, and a fluffy head poked out. It was a very young child.

"Hello, is this Mr. Nakata? I'm here to deliver food."

The door was only opened a little, but when he saw me, he opened it wide: "I am Eiichi Nakata."

It seems that he should not be called Mr. Nakata, but boy Nakata.

I handed him the bag: "Here's what you ordered."

"Okay... okay." He took the bag.

"Welcome to visit me next time." I was about to leave after saying the polite words, but he grabbed my wrist.

I was a little confused: "Guest, is there anything else?"

He grabbed my wrist and let go suddenly: "I'm sorry, subconsciously—"

Me: This is a line from an idol drama.

Nakata should still be a student, wearing a black school uniform with a stand-up collar. His skin is pale without light, similar to mine. At this moment, there is a layer of light powder on his cheeks. He grabbed his hair and said, "Maybe, you, you want to drink some water." Is it? You see, the weather is so hot, drink, drink some water."

Me: What do you mean?Invite me to drink water?

"No, thank you." Although I am stupid, I still have a sense of self-protection, and I understand that you can't randomly enter the house of strange men.

He seemed to know what I was thinking and waved his hands again and again: "I'm not a bad person, really!"

Little cutie, which bad guy do you think would call himself a bad guy?

"Wait a minute." After he finished speaking, he turned and went back into the house. The door was still open so I could see his panicked back, and he almost tripped when he went up a small step.

Come back with a glass of water and a small cup.

He first poured a little into the small cup and drank it all in one gulp: "Look, there's nothing wrong with it, just drink it."

Why on earth is this kid so persistent in asking me to drink water?Seeing his embarrassment and his eyes full of expectation, I had no choice but to pick up the water glass and drink all the water in it.

In fact, it is a lie to say that I am not thirsty when I come out to deliver food in such a sweltering weather. The water is not very ice, and it also has a salty taste.

"I put a little bit of salt in it."

Nakata boy explained.

"Thank you." I returned the cup to him and asked as if asking for advice, "Then I'm going first?"

He hesitated: "Line, can you exchange Line? Or the mailbox is also fine."

I suspect that this child is trying to pick me up, and there is sufficient evidence, but we have only known each other for less than half an hour, is this too hasty?What's more, you should be sober!I am a woman ten years older than you!

But seeing his nervousness, I couldn't bear to reject him, so I exchanged Lines with him, and if he sent me a message later, I would just deal with it coldly.

"Is there always take-out from Ueno-san in the store?" He was a little happy after exchanging lines.

"Well, please take care of the business in the store."

"Ok!"

...I'm just speaking politely, don't act like you have received some important mission, young man.

After such a small episode, I started a new journey on the small motorcycle again.

Actually go back to the store.

When I parked the car in front of the store and was about to take off my hat, I saw Mr. Nakaya.

"Mr. Chuya!"

Confused by my strange attire, he asked hesitantly, "Ueno?"

"It's me." I took off my hat, "Has work been going well recently?"

"Why are you dressed like this?" Mr. Chuya asked confused.

"To deliver food, I dress like this because I'm afraid of the heat."

He was a little speechless: "Isn't it hotter to go out like this? Your hair is wet."

I touched it, and it was indeed wet with sweat, "Mr. Nakaya, aren't you wearing a hat and a black suit when you are so hot?" I looked at it and felt hot for you.

"I have a different physique from yours, so I don't feel anything."

"I understand!"

"what?"

"Can't Mr. Nakaya manipulate gravity? Can he manipulate the gravity of sweat so that the sweat that flows out gathers into large droplets and floats into the air to evaporate directly?" Wow, it's quite a useful ability when you think about it this way.

Mr. Chuya: "...you really know how to think."

"Let's go in first, it's too hot outside, I feel a little dizzy." After all, I don't have the ability to gather sweat, and my back and chest are wet now.

"Actually, I'm here to send...forget it and go in first."

The air-conditioning in the store made me shiver after being exposed to the hot sun for a long time. I covered my mouth and nose and sneezed a lot. I opened my hands and found that they were covered with nosebleeds.

Mr. Chuya was stunned: "... Are you all right?"

"It's all right," I held my nose, "Mr. Nakaya, help me get the tissue in the right trouser pocket." I turned sideways and motioned for him.

After the nosebleed stopped: "I'll go to the bathroom and wash my hands." By the way, I cleaned up the blood stains around the nose, "Mr. Nakaya, Dazai boy is probably not here, and I won't harass you. Just find a seat and sit down."

After Mr. Kazuya said these words, I hurried to the bathroom and cleaned up the blood in front of the mirror. The red blood dissolved in the cold water and showed a dark tone, which made me a little sick.

If you don’t pay attention to maintenance in hot summer and dry winter, you will have nosebleeds like now, you will vomit after running 800 meters, you will suffer from heat stroke within 10 minutes without any protective measures under the hot sun, and there are many kinds of problems.

I am the owner of Princess and the Pea.Sure enough, there is no free lunch in this world. The negative effects of the equivalent exchange at the beginning really tortured me a lot these years.

But so far I have never regretted my original decision.

I patted some cold water on the back of my neck, and after I cleared up my emotions, I went to Mr. Nakaya.

He sat by the window with a cup of coffee in front of him. Without Pipizai teasing him, he looked really calm and reliable.

"What's the matter with you? Sunstroke?" he asked me.

I smiled weakly at him: "It's just that it's hot and I don't have much energy, just rest for a while."

"If your health is really that bad, don't go out to deliver food on a hot day. Are there no other employees in your store?" Mr. Nakaya's tone was not very good, but I knew he was expressing his concern.

I sat down opposite him: "When I came out of the bathroom just now, I met the store manager. He was also frightened by my physical condition and asked me to take a good rest. Takeaway service now."

It's not impossible for me to resign because I can't handle the job, but I really like the working atmosphere here. The store manager and Ms. Yazaki are very nice people, and everyone in the Armed Detective Agency is the same. If I really want to leave, I still don't want to bear it.

"Mr. Nakaya, is there something you are here for?" I saw that he was carrying a big box, and he didn't seem to be out for a stroll.Moreover, he is a cadre of Hong Kong gangsters, and the cadres should be quite busy. Of course, if he is a young Dazai, no matter how busy he is, he can take advantage of it.

"I have something for you." He lifted the big box next to the table and pushed it in front of me. "The leader asked me to deliver it."

With such a big box, I thought it was an oversized birthday cake, but it turned out to be a very expensive looking dress.

"Boss? Are you saying that Mr. Mori asked you to give this to me?" The red lace on the packaging box is so beautiful.

"Well, he's not free so let me deliver it."

"Mr. Sen is really a good man. I just casually mentioned that I was getting married soon, so he gave me a gift in advance." I fiddled with the tape with my hands and said.

"Are you going to get married?!" His voice suddenly raised and startled me.

"What, what? I don't look like the type someone wants?"

"That's not what it means," he seemed a little annoyed, "I don't think the leader gave this gift either...it should be to wish you a happy wedding in advance."

"Well, that's why I said Mr. Sen is a good man." I sighed again.

"So you already know who I really am." He didn't meet my eyes when he said this.

"Yes, I already know that Mr. Nakaya is a cadre of Hong Kong gangsters. It's really amazing. How about the welfare of Hong Kong gangsters? Is there five insurances and one housing fund?" What is the salary status of employees within the organization.

"Welfare is okay, why do I have to explain this kind of thing... But Ueno, your answer is really expected." Mr. Nakaya sighed, "How did you and the leader meet?"

"Gossip is the nature of human beings" is indeed true, even Hong Kong and gangster cadres are not immune.

In fact, I haven't told anyone about the specific process of getting to know Mr. Mori, and Mr. Nakaya doesn't seem like a big-mouthed person, but rather a person who will keep secrets well.

So I told him the specific process. When Mr. Nakaya heard that I met Mr. Mori because of the wrong blind date, his face was very exciting, and he choked on coffee.

"Mr. Chuya, be careful, you will choke no matter how much coffee you drink."

"Are you a guy who mistakenly regarded being the leader of Hong Kong gangsters as a blind date really qualified to teach me?"

Alright alright, I'll stop talking.

As soon as Mr. Zhongye left, Pipizai came back on the back.

Next to him was a beautiful lady with a very comfortable temperament.

I rested for a while and was in a good mood, so I teased him: "Don't Dazai boy introduce the name of the lady next to him?"

Boy Dazai spread his hands: "Miss Ueno also learned to play tricks? I'm not afraid of ghosts and easy to deceive like Atsu-kun."

This is a bit too much, actually saying that the pretty lady he is dating is a ghost.

I was just about to teach boy Dazai how to treat such a beautiful lady politely, when the lady next to me smiled, blinked at me and shook her head.

"Oh? Dazai boy, can you really not see it?" I walked quickly to his side, "There is really a pretty lady here."

"I know, I know, it's Miss Ueno, you yourself, I saw it, it's very beautiful!" She clapped her hands as she spoke.

Me: ...It seems that he really can't see.

So is this a ghost?But it doesn't look scary at all, on the contrary, there is a feeling of wanting to be close to people.

My fingers lightly grasped the young lady's hand, it was warmth that could be touched, not the horrible touch like a chill in a horror story that makes one's spine chill.

She took my hand and smiled at me.

I nodded to her: "Hello."

She nodded with a smile: "Hello."

Dazai boy's enlarged face suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and I was so scared that I took a few steps back and let go of the lady's hand: "Dazai boy, what are you doing?"

"I'm the one who should ask this question, right? Ms. Ueno, you acted too real in order to lie to me, or did you say you were hallucinating due to heatstroke?"

"No, there is really a person here, if you don't believe me, touch it." I was rude and took Dazai's hand to poke the young lady's shoulder.

He ran his fingers across the lady's shoulder.

The lady covered her mouth and gave a ladylike laugh.

"Could it be a power? Dazai boy, can you activate your power to invalidate the power on this lady, so that you can see it."

Young Dazai snorted at my hair: "So I wanted to see me activate my ability. Ms. Ueno, you can just say it directly, and you don't need to spend so much trouble." Rubbed my hair.

"……I do not have."

A small halo of light bloomed on his index finger and landed on the young lady's shoulder.

The finger still penetrated the past.

umm...

Is it still a ghost?