When a superhero meets Vongola [Comprehensive]

Ah Gang had insomnia last night.

This was the conclusion Steve came to easily.

After talking with Peter late at night, Ah Gang seemed to have something on his mind, and lay in bed for a long time before falling asleep.The caring Captain America naturally asked his boy if he had any troubles or worries, but Ganga still said no.

Steve thought it must be what Peter and Gang had said in that phone call, and it was probably a topic related to him.Although Steve's hearing is sharper than ordinary people, he didn't listen to the phone calls between Ganga and his friends, because such eavesdropping behavior made Captain America feel ashamed, and he didn't want to violate Ganga's privacy.Steve thought, if Ganga knew that he had eavesdropped on his conversation with Peter, the teenager would definitely be upset.

But A Gang suffered from insomnia because of this, which made Steve feel a little regretful. He should have listened to that call if he knew it earlier, so that he could solve A Gang's troubles in private.

"Why did you get up, sleep more." When Steve got up early in the morning, he saw the sleepy boy with messy hair getting up, and his tender face looked silly. Then sit on the bed.Steve couldn't help laughing when he saw the boy's stunned face, stretched out his hand and rubbed the boy's hair, then lightly pressed the boy's shoulders and exerted a little force to tuck the boy back into the comfortable bed.

"I want to get up." The future leader, who almost fell asleep in a panic, struggled a bit and still writhed.

"What?" Steve didn't know what A Gang was going to do when he got up so early.

"I want to go to morning exercise with you." Tsunayoshi Sawada looked up at Steve seriously, "Can you?"

"Of course." Steve naturally wouldn't refuse the boy's reasonable request. He just looked at the boy's serious face at this time and was a little puzzled. Why did Ah Gang suddenly think of going to morning exercises.

Could it be that Peter called yesterday to encourage Ah Gang to exercise?

And Ah Gang couldn't sleep because he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle-should he sleep or exercise tomorrow morning?

When Steve took Tsunayoshi Sawada out for morning exercises, it was no surprise that his old friend Sam was already running.

"Hey, Evan, why are you here too?" Sam looked surprised at the skinny boy beside Steve, "Did Steve drag you up? Oh, it's so pitiful, you're still awake Little face."

"I wanted to come by myself." Tsunayoshi Sawada shook his head. He felt that he had been too decadent during this period, and he was too like a spoiled child. This is not good.

Especially yesterday's Peter gave the future leader a sudden sense of crisis.

His little friend Peter could already lift fifty Steves, but now he couldn't even lift one Peter.

As the tenth generation of Vengley, Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that his old face was a bit unbearable.

[No matter where you live, as a mafia leader, training your body is essential. ]

The future leader finally decided to recall Li Baoen's words.

"Son, exercising will help you grow taller. You just have to keep at it." Sam also felt that the boy in front of him looked too weak and thin. He patted Zetian's thin shoulder and said encouragingly.

The future leader, who was already accustomed to looking up at people, could only nod helplessly.

"But you shouldn't do morning exercises with this monster, Steve. He really runs too fast, and he doesn't seem to feel tired at all. I will tell you secretly, in the first few days of running with him, every time I see him leisurely Overtaking me round and round, I have an urge to fight him.” Sam was telling the truth, he thought that as a former soldier, his physical strength was good enough, but when he met Shi After Steve, it made him doubt himself. He had never seen anyone run like Steve.Only now did Sam remember that he didn't know what Steve's job was, "Steve, I haven't asked what your profession is yet? Could it be that you're an athlete?"

"No." Steve shook his head helplessly, but he didn't know what to say about his profession, especially A Gang, who thought he was a model, was still standing beside him.

"That's such a pity. Believe me, if you're an athlete, you can easily become a world champion." Sam looked Steve up and down carefully again, showing a thoughtful expression, "Let me do it Guess, if you're not an athlete, are you... a male model?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi showed a look that you guessed right.

And Steve showed a helpless look.

"I guess right! I'm the one who watched America's Next Top Model! The male models in there don't have the same body as Steve. Hello, oh, look at your solid muscles From the looks of these two people, Sam took it for granted that he had guessed right, and reached out and squeezed Steve's arm, "If you were on that show, you would definitely be the champion! Trust me, as long as you take off your shirt , women all over America can be crazy about you!"

Tsunayoshi Sawada nodded in agreement.

Steve, who has been confirmed as a model, is still complicated in his heart.

When Tsunayoshi Sawada started running, before he reached 1000 meters, the boy was exhausted and unable to run.This made the future leader once again feel that the physical fitness of this body is seriously inadequate, but since he has decided to focus on physical exercise from today, Zetian will not just give up and continue to force himself to run.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" Seeing the pale and panting boy running, Steve's father began to feel distressed.

"Steve, you don't have to wait for me." Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that with Steve's pace, it would be the same speed even if he walked beside him.However, at such a difficult time, the future leader who is determined to start honing himself prefers that Riboun drives a tank to aim and follow behind him, rather than gently thwarting his determination like Steve. .

Ah, so maybe I do have masochistic potential.

Steve didn't speak, just patted the boy's head lightly, and still jogged beside him.

When Tsunayoshi Sawada ran for 10 minutes and continued, Steve finally frowned and stopped the boy.A Gang's ability to run to 10 minutes has completely exceeded Steve's expectations, but it seems that the boy has actually lost his strength and ran down entirely by will.This made Steve uncomfortable, he thought it was good to exercise, but he didn't want to see the teenager force himself to exercise so much.

"Today's amount is enough. Excessive exercise is not good for your body." Steve supported the boy's unsteady body.

Tsunayoshi Sawada nodded. He originally set himself a quota of 10 minutes.Forget it, let's start with 10 minutes.

At this time, the future leader already felt that his legs were as heavy as lead, his heart was beating rapidly, and his chest was so stuffy that he even felt like vomiting.He really wanted to lie on the ground right now, if Li Baoen was here, he would definitely laugh at him for a while.Maybe reschedule him a Spartan training right away, let him rest for a while and continue training.Thinking about it this way, Steve is much cuter.

"Come on, I'll drag you around." Seeing that the boy seemed to be out of breath, Steve wanted to carry the boy back.But he knew that the boy's body still needs a period of time to relax, so he took the boy's hand and led him to walk slowly, waiting for the boy to calm down his breathing and his frantically beating heartbeat.

When Sam returned from buying water, he saw Steve and Tsunayoshi Sawada walking hand in hand.

The picture is unexpectedly...very romantic.

"Here, drink some water." Sam handed two bottles of water to Steve and Zetian.

"Thank you." Tsunayoshi Sawada took the water, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a man in a helmet rushing over, clutching a box with one hand and covering his stomach with the other.

The pupils of the future leader suddenly tightened, and even the hand holding the mineral water bottle was a little bit harder in an instant.

—He knew this man.

Do you think I won't recognize you if you wear a helmet!I can recognize you even if you wear ten helmets!

Shoichi Irie!

The footsteps of the man wearing the helmet suddenly slowed down somehow, perhaps because he received the scorching gaze of the future leader, his body trembled when he stopped.The man didn't seem to have the courage to continue walking, so he stretched out his hand and threw a box in the direction of Sawada Tsunayoshi——

"It's too late to explain, this is your courier!"

Then the man turned around, covered his stomach with his hands and continued running, got on a motorcycle parked by the side of the road and sped away.

Steve caught the courier box thrown over with one hand, frowning.

"...is this how they deliver couriers now?" Sam looked at the man who just rode the motorcycle away in shock.

"But how did he know Ah Gang?" Steve's vigilance was instantly aroused, and he saw that the recipient's name on the courier box was indeed A Gang's English name.But how could the person who delivered the courier know Tsunayoshi Sawada, and also knew that Gang's people were here. Could it be that someone was following them?

Steve looked around sharply.

Sam also felt strange. He took the express box in his hand, weighed it, and then listened carefully with his ear against the box.

The future leader who stood there thought, Irie Masaichi ran here just to send him a bomb before he had the guts to do so.

"Sam." Seeing that Sam was about to open the box, Steve was a little worried.

"I guess there should be a piece of paper in the box." Sam said his inference. He didn't think there was any danger. After opening the box, there was only a white envelope inside.

"A letter?" Sam raised his eyebrows, took out the envelope, and handed it to Tsunayoshi Sawada.

The future leader opened the envelope and took out a check.

The beautiful string of zeros on that check instantly blinded the eyes of the future leader, and then the check was signed by the familiar and stylish Nobles.

Irie Masaichi really made a big move—I don't need to explain it, so he threw a huge check to the future leader.

This is really sending a check from thousands of miles away. Courtesy is more important than affection.