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Buds (7)

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Chuya's cold sweat dripped down.

His first reaction was to use the leg that was still upright to jump back two steps to pull the leg away, instead of launching a supernatural ability on the spot to beat Xia Jiang to the ground.Don't ask why, it's because the leader doesn't allow him to take action on my wife Xia Jiang - the arrogant Zhong also replied in the same way.

Xia Jiang let go of his hand and asked, "Orange juice or coffee?"

"Coffee." Zhong Ye pursed his lips and said unhappily, "No sugar or milk."

Xia Jiang typed on the mobile phone and handed over the drinks to his subordinates.

Zhong also bent down, and pulled off the coal ball that was holding on to Xia Jiang's arm.He looked sideways, only to find that Xia Jiang was very serious, typing on the laptop, and the number of characters on the screen increased rapidly.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Answer the questions for my junior at MIT." Xia Jiang picked up the notebook and showed it to him.

The English on the screen is full of extravagance, and he knows every letter in Chinese, but after combining these letters, he can't understand them.He was always worried that my wife Xia Jiang would come up with some bad idea, but...the investigation failed, and his culture was limited. My wife Xia Jiang piled up conspiracy in front of his eyes, and he couldn't understand it.

Chuya asked: "What is MIT, the Anbu organization of Academy City?"

"?" Xia Jiang turned to look at him, with some indescribable taste in his eyes.

Zhong also snorted, and asked, "Did I hit it? What are you planning?"

Xia Jiang put the computer aside and explained: "MIT, short for Massachusetts Institute of Technology."

Zhong, who seemed to be showing off a wave of IQ, was also very embarrassed: "...you went to college at MIT?"

"Of course not." Xia Jiang stood up and said, "The juniors who study at MIT are my juniors in high school."

For some reason, Chuuya breathed a sigh of relief.He knows that there is a big difference in cultural attainment between himself and my wife Xia Jiang, but fortunately, it’s not that big—you must know that there is a difference between a god and a mortal in terms of academic qualifications between an MIT student and a mafia cadre who has never been to school.

Zhong also asked, "Then what school are you in?"

"Ask the bottom line?" Xia Jiang walked along the promenade and said as he walked, "Didn't Mori Ogai tell you? It's not a secret among people with sufficient information. I study at Harvard University and just graduated this year."

Zhong Ye: "..."

He wanted to kill himself, why did he ask such a thing?Do I have any doubts about my wife Xia Jiang's IQ?

Xia Jiang walked briskly on the corridor: "Let's go eat."

Zhong also glanced at the computer again, hugged the cat and followed.If he had a slightly higher cultural quality, or had the high IQ and self-study level of Dazai's mackerel, he would now see that the things written on the computer are not topics that college students would be involved in at all.

——About the cooperation proposal with Pengelie and Mirufiore.

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After entering the restaurant, Zhong also found that there was only one low table inside, surrounded by four thick and soft cotton pads.Except for occasional trips and living in a Japanese room, Chuya has never tried to eat at such a low table, and he is not very used to such a height.

Xia Jiang sat down at the table, and she said: "There is no Western-style table, just make do with it, just sit as comfortable as you like."

Her posture is a very standard kneeling posture, which is said to be quite tiring.

After all, he was in someone else's house, and Zhong also couldn't be too relaxed. He followed Xia Jiang's example and knelt down in front of the table.But he didn't realize that after Xia Jiang found him sitting like this, he changed from kneeling to a comfortable cross-legged position.

The paper door on the inside of the restaurant was opened, and the person in charge of the meal delivered a rich bacon cheese sandwich, a cup of Americano coffee and a pot of cherries in ice water.

On the side of the coffee cup, the ripple-like pattern is carefully drawn and plated with a layer of gold.The freshly brewed coffee has a mellow aroma, and you can tell when you smell it. The coffee beans used are top-grade, and the aroma has reached the point where you can put it in a small cloth bag as a sachet.

Each cherries submerged in ice water is ruddy in color and plump in shape, and the fruit diameter should be more than 34 mm.

Zhong also tasted one: "It seems to be different from cherries."

"It was brought from the florist next door, and they are called cherries over there." Xia Jiang said: "The taste will be a little sour, much better than cherries."

Zhong also looked down at the big cherry that looked not much different from the cherries, he thought, it is said that the price of this thing is more expensive than the cherries?

"If you like pure sweet without sourness..." Xia Jiang propped his face with one hand, feeling a little distressed. "It can't be helped. New Zealand's cherries will only be on the market after November, so I can't eat them now."

Zhong Ye: "..."

He has also heard the reputation of New Zealand cherries, which are said to be the best among cherries, but because of the long shipping time, it is difficult to get them here in Japan.

He remembered again that he had sent Shizuoka honeydew melons and light snow strawberries to Xia Jiang. At that time, he thought he was picking good things to give away, but now that he thinks about it... When Xia Jiang was at my wife's house, he might have eaten these things as food .

A5 wagyu beef is also eaten as a meal...

The more Chuya thought about it, the more angry he was—probably angry at himself for giving her the best things, but not being cherished for granted.

Zhong also wrapped the sandwich in kitchen paper and swallowed it like eating gold.

"Are you still sleeping in the cage?" Xia Jiang asked: "If you don't sleep, I will let the driver wait and take you back to Yokohama after dinner."

Even if he is as slow as Zhong, he can also feel at this moment how strange the way he and Xia Jiang get along is.

Zhong Ye asked, "...are you flattering me?"

He was visibly annoyed when he asked the question, his eyes furious, his eyebrows furrowed—he's always been one of the few to frown.

Xia Jiang: "Yes."

Zhong Ye was taken aback, he didn't expect my wife Xia Jiang to admit it so frankly.For a moment, he was angry and annoyed, and his mind was full of thoughts like "I can't forgive you if you please me", but he didn't know how to say it - he is a straightforward person, but many times, He is not good at expressing emotions directly.

He also seemed to vaguely understand that how angry he was at this time was equivalent to saying how much he cared.

The exposure of emotions is itself a kind of weakness.

Want him to show weakness to my wife Xia Jiang?Don't be kidding, if it wasn't for the leader's order, he would have made this man into a concrete stake and hewed it into the sand.Even if she ran away, he would chase her to the ends of the earth until he found her and killed her.

Xia Jiang said lightly: "I'm afraid you will demolish my house."

Zhong Ye, who had made up a lot of irrelevant things in his head, was startled, a pink color of shame and anger flooded his face unconsciously, and he said angrily, "Are you kidding me again?"

Xia Jiang said calmly, "This time I'm a little smarter."

"Ah——!!!!" Zhong also couldn't bear it anymore, and the red light of the supernatural power flooded.

Every floor in my wife's main house was lifted up, the ground trembled for a while, and the sawdust from the ceiling was shaking and falling.

"Sister, there's an earthquake!" Yuan Aihua, who was working next door, swung open the door with a flustered expression. "Run!"

Xia Jiang sat still, picking off the cherry stalks slowly, with a godlike calm posture of "even if the sky falls, it won't delay my meal".

Yuan Aihua, who had a normal personality, was so shocked by this scene that she became speechless.

"It's okay, there was no earthquake." Xia Jiang replied, "It's just that someone has to pay compensation."

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Supporting his chin with one hand, he flipped through the thin, stamped pages with the other.Mori Ogai remained calm as always, but there was a dead silence in those sharp purple eyes.

"Chuya-kun. Alas—" he sighed very tiredly.

Standing with his head bowed in front of the table, Zhong Ye pointed his hat at him, and he didn't know whether the expression under the hat brim was unfinished anger or remorse for his impulsive behavior after dementia.

Mori Ogai complained: "Since Dazai-kun left, the income of the port mafia is not as high as before. And after fighting against many enemies such as combinations, sewer rats, five evils and hounds, our port organization The loss is huge."

His voice was bitter, and it sounded like something was real.

"If this continues, I won't even be able to pay back the black cards of my subordinates."

Zhong Ye: "..."

It seems... is also true?Every time Chuya fights, he will tear down the city and bring back a huge bill to the port organization.And the other members of the Port Mafia | Hand Party are not good birds. Mr. Hirotsu's ability is very suitable for demolition, and Akutagawa cuts the wall at every turn, not to mention the lemon bomber.

Zhong also felt guilty immediately.

"Here, Nakaya-kun." Mori Ogai handed over the bill on the table, "You have to be responsible for what you do."

Zhong also took the bill, but the content of the compensation surprised him: "Michelin three-star restaurant?"

The bills from my wife’s house are huge—Zhong Ye, who opened the floor of other people’s houses with one foot, probably knows that the house is full of old antiques, and a vase may cost hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars. There are calligraphy and paintings torn by gravity, famous wines in the cellar...

He recognized all these, but what the hell is this Michelin three-star?

Mori Ogai laughed and said, "Oh, Chuya-kun, don't you remember what happened after you got drunk?"

He turned on the computer, clicked on a file, and after pressing the play button, he turned the screen over for Zhong Ye to see.

It was a video copied from the restaurant.

This video records how Zhong Ye, who is not good at drinking, messes around after getting drunk.Chuya's face turned red with a "poof", he looked at the stupid self in the video in shock, and even wanted to get into the screen and strangle himself to death.

You pay for my cat, my money, my heart...you covet my body...

Ahhhhh!

What the hell did he do last night! ?

Seeing his subordinates who were gradually falling apart and going crazy, Mori Ogai showed a happy smile on his face.

"By the way, Nakaya-kun, Xia Jiang-kun asked me to give it to you." Mori Ogai took out a camphor wood box from the drawer. "She said, this is what you should ask her to compensate you."

Zhong also took the box and opened it, revealing a string of emeralds inlaid on a platinum base.

In the video, Xia Jiang picked him up and carried him on his shoulders after he got drunk and lay down.The brown-haired woman raised her head and looked at the camera—from what Zhong Ye saw now, Xia Jiang seemed to be looking at him outside the screen.

"It's not impossible to give you a heart."