About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

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The last time I dealt with a child at the age of "Master Lanbo" was when my ability was still in the development stage.

At that time, I was just a mediocre high ability user (Level 4), and I was led in and out of similar and different laboratories every day.

There is a molecular biology room with a table full of petri dishes at the entrance. In my earliest memory, I would go there for various physical examinations every seven days. The first nucleic acid helix model was sent by a researcher in this laboratory.The researchers are most afraid of the place where I go to the electrical engineering laboratory, because I once messed up the power supply of a small half of the imaginary research institute during the debugging of the switchgear, and within five seconds after the backup power was turned on, a large amount of experimental data was in this sudden darkness. Disappeared silently and tragically, and some of the staff whose work was affected by this almost yelled and wanted to throw me into the sulfuric acid pool for power generation.

If it wasn't for the person in charge of my research to protect me, it might really be the closest memory to my death.

Oh, the topic has gone too far—in a word, what I want to say is that there is never a shortage of children in the Imaginary Number Research Institute, and adults welcome children most.

Because they are brand new, to be developed, because the possible is always better than the impossible.So of course, in the eyes of many researchers, children deserve to be treated with leniency.As long as they can bloom gorgeous flowers and bear fruitful fruits, capricious crying is not intolerable.

But a large part of the reason why I didn't like my peers in the past was due to the high-decibel noise they continuously produced-so by observing the researchers' reactions to different crying states, I learned to cry quietly, which seems to be more Be affectionate - and I can't do anything more than roll my eyes at kids who only know howl at the top of their lungs.

"Master Lanbo" finally stopped crying.Of course it wasn't because he realized that crying couldn't solve the problem, but because Mr. Sakaguchi picked him up and coaxed him for a long time, and promised to buy him some Nanayashiki cake later, the child's loud wailing finally turned into a low sob.

Before I could feel that Mr. Sakaguchi was really good at coaxing children, Lan Bo, who was lying on his shoulders, had changed from a wilted cabbage to a high-spirited calf again.He patted Mr. Sakaguchi on the shoulder and hummed a triumphal march, while sticking out his tongue at me condescendingly...

If I could go back to 10 minutes ago, I would definitely stop the kind-hearted self who didn't know why.

Mr. Sakaguchi spent a lot of time digging out information about him from Rambo, who was always distracted by various products.For example, Lanbo is five years old this year. I don't know where he lives. There are mothers, Reborn and Xiaochun, at home.

The most difficult thing to communicate with children is to sort out the logical order of their expressions. The world they perceive may only be as big as their own house and the park next to their home. A name known to the world.

"Then Rambo-kun." Even though the other party was a five-year-old child with a snotty nose, Mr. Sakaguchi still used honorifics, "Do you remember where you separated from your mother at the end?"

"Separate from mother?" Lan Bo cried hoarsely, "Lan Bo separated from mother after going out!"

Mr. Sakaguchi: "..."

Apparently, Rambo didn't get separated from his favorite mom.The reason why he appeared in the supermarket alone was because "Reborn" snatched away his favorite flower egg hamburger at noon, including the plate, so he ran out of the house in a fit of anger.

"If that's the case, it's useless to send him to the children's office in the supermarket..." Mr. Sakaguchi is quite free today, at least he has time to think about Lanbo instead of just staring at the tablet and mobile transactions.

If he can stay in the Yokohama branch, it seems that the work efficiency will be a little higher, but unfortunately he is in charge of my supervisory task, and he follows me every day regardless of wind and rain. If possible, he would probably prefer to tie me A leash around the neck.

Sometimes I feel that Mr. Sakaguchi is a very good person, but this does not prevent me from really hating him.This conflicting feeling is like I admire Mr. Dazai, but I also hope that he can die soon.

Most of the feelings in the world are not pure.Whether you hate it or like it, there are always people who will be affected by this kind of impure emotion, which will affect their emotions, interfere with their thinking, and become like an idiot.

I don't wish in my life that I would have anything to do with the word "idiot", but my wish always runs counter to reality-although this is a later story.

The immediate task is still to help Lanbo find his mother.

Normally, this kind of lost child should be sent directly to the police station. After all, the time and cost of the investigators of the Supernatural Secret Service Division is much higher than that of the police, but Mr. Sakaguchi did not do this. A little curious.He's really cute when he's not crying, but he shouldn't be treated specially, right?

What's more, I'm still here?

Mr. Sakaguchi Ango, do you still remember that the child you have to take care of is me?

Out of a very delicate psychology, I decided to make Lanbo a little ugly.Even though Lan Bo seemed very happy now—he didn’t mention “Dad”, and he probably didn’t have a chance to show off his power on such a high shoulder—I stretched out my hand and squeezed his face with great strength, as if to squeeze his face The little baby fat was pulled off together.

Lan Bo cried again against the fingerprints on his right cheek.Heart-piercing, extremely miserable.He cried out in a daze, like a child without a mother is like a grass.

I let go of my previous depression and laughed out loud—then I was beaten by Mr. Sakaguchi.

He slapped me on the head, which didn't hurt much.But the sound was so loud that even Lan Bo, who was crying, was so frightened that he stopped crying. He put his hands in his curly hair, as if he was groping for something, but at this moment, he had stopped, just staring at me with his head tilted. , and then "Huh".

I covered my head, knowing that he had properly controlled his strength, and he couldn't even pretend to cry out in pain.Besides, it is true that I am looking for trouble first, deliberately finding fault, and being wronged, so I cannot be called wronged.

But if you think I will keep silent, then you probably still don't know me well enough.

After Mr. Sakaguchi cleaned me up, he coaxed Lanbo again, apologized for me, and continued to hug this little guy to find his mother.

It's great being a kid.I looked at Lan Bo who was carefree again after crying, hey...he didn't even have to walk by himself.

The sun in June is very hot, as the saying goes, there is nothing new under the sun.

It is not uncommon in many families for the older sister to dislike the younger brother.There were two more fingerprints on Lanbo's face, and it was good now, the left and right were symmetrical, and it looked like the totem painted on the face by a certain tribe in South Africa.

"What are you trying to do?" Mr. Sakaguchi seemed too lazy to get angry at me.It is estimated that he also understands that going to war is a kind of exhaustion of vitality, not to mention that I am so reckless.

He asked me that, and that's all he asked me.

Even though he knew he couldn't get an answer, he still showed Lan Bo the appearance of sternly scolding me—out of a certain sense of responsibility.

"Wouldn't it be nice to see him for fun and tease him?" I put my hands behind my back, but my eyes looked in other directions.Sakaguchi-san's voice and Rambo's crying were right in my head.

But they weren't heavy, and even gave me the pleasure that once only came after a successful prank.

Lanbo cried all the way home.

As for the address of the residence that even Lanbo couldn't explain clearly, Mr. Sakaguchi will know. I have a set of logic that can be justified. Human power also helps the lost little boy to return to his mother, how epic-if I don’t think so, it’s hard for me not to wonder why a five-year-old child makes Mr. Sakaguchi look embarrassed.

After all, he is also a person who has experienced even the turmoil of Hong Kong, black and double black, how could he be overwhelmed by such a trivial matter.

We set off from the supermarket at twelve o'clock, and we arrived at Rambo's house around four o'clock in the afternoon.

In the middle two hours, Lanbo said that he was hungry, and Mr. Sakaguchi took us to choose a family restaurant that seemed to be okay for dinner.

The remaining one hour is because I think the sun is too big - it is already June, and in two days it will enter the solar term of great heat, and the whole northern hemisphere is heating up - I have 1 people who are unwilling to go out at this time, but just During my many times of weighing, Lan Bo wiped out two chocolate parfaits and one strawberry shaved ice in front of me who can only eat three ice creams a week. I learned from the painful experience and decided to send him home under the sun.

Otherwise, the person who will cry later may become me.

Lan Bo is a child who can be seen to have Europa genes as long as he is not blind. Although I imagined that he is of mixed race, I really didn't expect that the surname on his house would be Sawada. No wonder he passed through the community gate. This road into the house will make me feel familiar.

It just so happened that it was school time again, and it was normal for members of the Homecoming Club who did not participate in the club to appear on the other side of the path.

"Is he the 'stupid gang' you are talking about?" I looked at Tsunayoshi Sawada who hadn't sorted out the status quo, and then at Tsunayoshi Sawada who had jumped out of Mr. Sakaguchi's arms and ran to Tsunayoshi Sawada. blue wave.

"Hmph!" Rambo didn't want to pay attention to me, he tugged at the bottom of Tsunayoshi Sawada's trousers, clamoring for him to hug me.

At this time, a child not much bigger than Lanbo suddenly jumped out from behind Tsunayoshi Sawada—his figure was swift and fierce. If my eyesight was not 5.0, I might wonder if I was dazzled—after all, how could a child Wearing a black suit, kicking another peer so brutally?

Not only that, after he landed steadily, he still pressed the brim of his hat, standing on the shoulder of Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was obviously flustered after seeing Lanbo being kicked out, in a very old-fashioned way, and issued an ultimatum to Lanbo: "Stupid cow, next time, come back!" Running away from home makes my mother worry, so don't come back!"

Lan Bo had no power to fight back, forcing the lacrimal gland to secrete tears for the fifth time today.

From the above dialogue, it is not difficult for us to judge the status of this group of people.It is not difficult to guess that the mother who was crying by Lanbo is still a little black man (let's call it that), and it should be the "Mrs. Sawada" who I had a relationship with once.

But is the Sawada house I visited before so lively?I really can't think of anything more about this family.

At least when I was standing outside the door frantically rejecting the chirashi sushi stuffed by Mrs. Sawada, I had no time or interest to worry about the situation inside the door.

"Did senior bring Rambo back?" Tsunayoshi Sawada still remembered me.

As his savior, I feel a little relieved.The boy seemed to be a little taller than he had been a few months ago - and it was only because he straightened his back and opened his shoulders that he looked more refreshed.Under the influence of his momentum, his thorny head still looks like a bunch of shiitake mushrooms, but at least it is no longer the sluggish dried shiitake mushrooms before, but the vigorous shiitake mushrooms with stalks full of water.

His changes can't help but remind me of Atobe, who suddenly became tall and straight during the winter vacation between the second and third grades.

But don't compare him with someone like Atobe who is full of confidence in every pore, Sawada Tsunayoshi is still far behind.He's just a novice just learning to appreciate what he has.

"Probably." I forgot that I bullied Lanbo into crying without blushing, and I didn't know if Mr. Sakaguchi glanced at me when I said this.

"Gang, don't you want to introduce me?" The little black man who kicked Rambo away climbed onto Sawada Tsunayoshi's shoulder at some point.

Even though I was a child, I felt like I was talking to someone as deep and unpredictable as Mr. Mori.

"Ah! That's right..." Tsunayoshi Sawada scratched his head, "Reborn, this is the Zhongyuan Shenhai senior I mentioned to you before. Senior, this is Reborn, and Lanbo, also thanks to you I've taken care of it!" He said and bowed to me—to be precise, it should be us.

Hey, it turns out that this is the robber Reborn who was robbed of his flower egg burger by Lan Bo.

I nodded: "I am Shenhai Zhongyuan. This is Mr. Ango Sakaguchi."

"We met for the first time." Although Mr. Sakaguchi always had a business-like face, it was rare for him to respond so coldly.

I am naturally very curious about this.

But I can't ask now.

Besides, letting the atmosphere continue to remain silent would only make the atmosphere inexplicably awkward.

Besides, Lanbo had already delivered it home anyway.Occasionally doing a good deed every day is also considered accomplished.If you don't leave now, when will you stay?

I nudged Mr. Sakaguchi's waist with my elbow, and motioned to him.

However, at the same time, the door of Sawada's house, which had been closed all the time, opened, and a voice came out, "Gunna? Are you back? I heard Rambo's cry. Has Rambo returned?"

A young, beautiful mother who couldn't believe that her son had already entered junior high school pushed the door out.

"Ah? Isn't this Little Deep Sea?"

I heard this kind greeting, but I couldn't help shaking.I was reminded again of that box of chirashi sushi that was too much for three.

Mrs. Sawada may be so enthusiastic about me because I have helped her precious son.She didn't ask me if I was passing by, or why I was here.Her smile is very similar to that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and the invitation is very straightforward: "If you don't dislike it, would you like to have a meal together?"

But the soft touch and warmth poured into my body in an instant, they are all real.