[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

Other than that, Duer didn't say much, and he quickly changed the subject.

I was keenly aware that he seemed to be trying to hide something deliberately, but I was not the kind of person who likes to ask questions and chase after him, so I let Duer cover it up.Anyone in the world will have some secrets. If people cannot be fully integrated, they should maintain a delicate and balanced distance. I still understand this.

It has been several months since I first came to Italy 18 years ago, and there is no progress on the matter of "how to send me back to the original point in time" on Vengley's side, so I have to talk to the Povino family who has relevant technology. Contact in secret.

I was waiting impatiently for when I could return to Japan, and I was going to die if I didn't have Reborn senior material to suck.However, since I was thrown by Mr. Naru to the sword emperor Durr, I quickly put the matter of "returning to Bingsheng" far behind me. In any case, improving my business ability is the key. It is imperative.

Mr. Naru threw me to Dole because he didn't have time to teach the children (but I think he just didn't want to pay attention to me), but as he gradually became free, I became more and more busy , In the end, it has reached the point where I go out early and return late, and after returning home, I can only take a shower, eat a meal and then sleep. When I am most tired, I don’t even have the mood to apply medicine to the wound.

The effect of this kind of nightmarish practice is obvious. I have more and more draws with Doerr, and I can still beat him a little when I encounter extraordinary performances.

However, Mr. Naru's attitude also became dissatisfied at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the early morning, the hottest season in Sicily has passed, and the bright sunlight shines in from the window, coating the spotless interior with a touch of gold.

I felt bad from the moment I opened my eyes on the bed, and then turned over and got out of bed, changed clothes as quickly as possible, rushed to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth... The strawberry-flavored toothpaste was sweet in my mouth Sweet white foam, while brushing my teeth, I leaned out of the bathroom with half of my body and looked in the direction of Mr. Naru.

He was in the dining room and just made himself a cup of strong black coffee, without sugar cubes or milk, and sat down in a seat facing away from the morning sun.There were some quick and simple breakfasts on the table, and a stack of newspapers that smelled of ink, which Mr. Naruo read when he was bored, but I think reading these things when he was bored would only make him more bored.

I stared straight at him, and opened my mouth that was foaming with toothpaste: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

Mr. Nairu didn't bother to look up at me, and there was disgust in the few short words that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hear: "Speak human."

I retreated into the bathroom and poked my head out again after a brief wash. Still looking straight at him, I said faintly, "Mr. Naru, why didn't you call me?"

"What do you want to do?" Naru asked, looking at me.

I said, "Wake me up."

Naru: "..."

Naru sneered: "If you miss, just say it."

After I honestly said "oh", I shut my mouth and didn't speak. Then I looked at the wall clock on the wall, calculated the time in my heart, and then walked towards the dining table. Sit down.

After getting along for such a long time, I have gradually mastered the skills of dealing with Mr. Naru.

Mr. Nairu, as the number one killer in the world in other people's mouth (but I never think so), has obvious and not easy to approach character traits - strong style, extremely rational, calm and indifferent, even a little cold, impatient, But generally speaking, it is still within the range of normal people who can be "contactable".

He will warn when he is impatient or offended, and you will survive safely by simply not disobeying him at this time.

How to put it, it's like being locked in a cage with a lazy lion. Of course, a lion who is not interested in anything will not do anything to the humans around him. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the lion will swallow the weak humans Chances of falling—

Naru noticed my gaze, and he turned his attention away from the newspaper—but his attention was not there—raised his eyes and looked at me: "What are you looking at me for?"

I blinked, divided the sandwich in front of me into two, and poured another glass of milk, though I pushed one of the sandwiches along with the glass of milk along the table in front of Mr. Naru.

Naru looked at me, then at the sandwich and milk, and said indifferently, "No milk."

"Oh, yes." I responded, withdrew the glass of milk, held it in my hand and drank it one gulp at a time.

Nairu was silent for a while, I don't know what he was thinking, I am not very good at guessing other people's thoughts, and Mr. Nairu is not the type who can easily express his emotions or express his emotions on his face.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him put the boring newspaper aside at last, and stir the strong black coffee with a spoon in silence. He didn't take a sip when the temperature of the coffee was lower than the optimum temperature for drinking.

I quietly looked back.

——So at the right time, weak humans should perform proper stroking.

I didn't eat too much, and if I ate too much, I might spit it out later.After having breakfast and packing up my things, I was going to go to the place I agreed with Mr. Dole for my daily practice as usual, but after walking a few steps, I suddenly remembered something and turned back.

I lay on the edge of the door outside the restaurant, and said to Mr. Nairu who looked indifferent: "Mr. Nairu, the fruit, milk, bread and other ingredients in the refrigerator are almost gone. If you have If it’s empty, please go to the supermarket and buy some back.”

Mr. Naru ignored me, so I took it as his acquiescence.Although purchasing has always been my job, I have been busy with my practice recently, so I don't have time to do these things.Although I am very embarrassed, I can only trouble Mr. Naru for the time being.

After I finished speaking, I was about to leave, but I turned back ten seconds later.

"Mr Nairu," I reminded again, "there seems to be something wrong with the plumbing in the kitchen again, but this time it wasn't my fault. If you know how to do it, Mr. Lu, you don't have to bother."

ten seconds later.

"Mr. Naru, please remember to water the flowers on the window sill in the afternoon, please be sure to use rice water," I emphasized, "I will check when I get back."

Naru: "..."

When I turned back for the last time, Mr. Naru finally responded.He said to me blankly, "Shut up."

I followed his instructions and kept my mouth shut.

Nairu: "I'll give you three seconds to finish speaking, or I'll send you to die."

I nodded.

Naru: "Speak."

"Goodbye, Mr. Naru," I said in one breath, "I will bring you food when I come back tonight. If you miss me, you can send me a text message directly, and I will reply you in my spare time."

After I finished speaking, I immediately shut my mouth - it should be within three seconds, probably.

Mr. Nairu glanced at me and didn't say anything. After a long time, he said calmly, "Yes."

This time I was unexpectedly late.

However, since Mr. Dole has never been on time, the time we arrived at the practice site unexpectedly coincided.

But this time, Durdo brought a person over—he was holding a little boy in each of his hands, with white hair in his left hand and black hair in his right hand, with an extremely distressed look on his face: "Xanxus blew up the school , Squalo beat several children so that they dared not speak, and two of them refused to do their homework, oh, what should I do?"

I:"……"

I looked at Duer like I was looking at an old single father who divorced with two sons and is now looking for a rich woman to take over.

Duer: "What kind of eyes do you have?! Don't look at me like that! I'm still young and haven't been in love yet!!"

I looked away unhurriedly, and asked by the way: "Does the leader of Varian need this kind of thing?"

"Oh, that's because I'm free, and I leave everything to the people below," Duer said frankly without any shame, "Otherwise, how could I have time to fish with you?"

I:"……"

See, generations of Varian chiefs don't need to work, I get it.

The little black-haired boy who was lifted up by Dole with his right hand encircling his body was Xanxus. His eyes widened when he saw me, and then the anger visible to the naked eye appeared in his scarlet eyes. It seemed that he was indeed He hates me very much—is it because I spoiled it—he said to me in a bad tone: "Why are you again?"

"Yes, it's me again," I replied respectfully, "Nice to see you again, Mr. Xanxus."

For some reason, he seemed angrier.

"Put me down as trash!" Xanxus thumped Dole's waist twice brutally, "I'm going to kill her!"

"Mr. Xanxus, when the words kill him came to mind," I said solemnly, "the operation should have been over."

...Ah, Mister Xanxus is even angrier.The flames came out, it was terrible.

I tilted my head, thought about it carefully, and said to him: "Well—please fight me, Mr. Xanxus, if I lose, you can kill me directly; but if I win, please How about a page of homework?"

Xanxus broke free from Durr's shackles and stepped on the ground with both feet. Although Xanxus was much shorter than me at this time, his violent temperament was fully revealed.If outsiders are to judge, probably everyone will think that this little boy who is a few years old is much scarier than me.

"Die, trash!" Xanxus sneered contemptuously, and then rushed over viciously.

About two 10 minutes later.

Xanxus sat in front of the desk with a face full of humiliation, holding a pen, and almost smashed the entire exercise book with every stroke of his stroke - I understand his mood a little bit, after all, his homework today is the entire exercise book.

However, Squalo seemed to be attracted by Xanxus' perseverance and perseverance, and offered to help Xanxus with his homework.

To be honest, this made me feel a little lost.

Squalo and I sat on the soft and comfortable study carpet. He was holding a pen and concentrating on his homework. He looked much more serious than Xanxus——Xanxus should keep writing my name on the page and then write it on the back "Die" - I cradled Squalo in my arms, resting my pointy chin on the top of his hairy head.

"Why?" I finally got my wish and poked Squalo's fleshy cheek, his soft cheek sank along with my fingertips, and then bounced back again.I said faintly: "Obviously I am the one who wins, but Mr. Xanxus keeps losing."

Xanxus yelled at me ferociously: "Trash shut up and die!"

While holding a pen to write and draw seriously, Squalo moved his neck, pushed my chin on top of his head twice and said, "What does this sentence mean?"

I took a second look, it's an assignment for a Russian class.The heir of the Mafia family has taken the six official languages ​​of the United Nations as a compulsory course since he was a child. The homework at this age will not be difficult. I understood it at a glance and told Squalo the answer.

At this time, I saw a paragraph in Russian in the lower left corner of the page.I am very familiar with it, it is a fragment of a Russian ballad.

Following the Russian text, I began to hum the melody of the ballad.I can't remember the lyrics clearly, but its melody is still deeply engraved in my brain. Because I listen to it too many times, it becomes very difficult to forget it.

This ballad often sounds on a cold snowy day, floats in the empty night, and finally disappears in my dreams.

Xanxus glared at me: "It sounds awful, shut up."

"...Ah, sorry," I stopped immediately, a little embarrassed, "I don't sing very well. Don't worry, I won't sing again."

Xanxus froze for a moment, turned his head to one side, unwilling to talk to me anymore.

Squalo moved his head and attracted my attention. He asked, "Are you Chinese? Why this song?"

“Because I was in Russia all the time as a kid,” I recall, explaining, “my friends would sing this song to me.”

"Your friend is Russian?"

"Yeah, a slightly different Russian guy," I continued, after thinking for a while, "he's been cheating on me since the first time we met. But then I punched him a few times and interrupted His ribs...and then we just kind of became friends."

Squalo: "..."

Squalo pinched the pen in shock: "No matter how you look at it, you can't let nature take its course?! Hey, shouldn't you be enemies?!"

"It's nothing, we are indeed friends," I said confidently, "We have exchanged photos. He would take my photo with him, and when he was bored, he would take it out and stab it twice with a knife."

Squalo: "??!!"

"I had to leave Russia because of work," I said quietly, as if I had returned to that cold place. "Although I was very reluctant to part with him, I still bid him farewell and took all his belongings with me. ruble."

Squalo: "Did you steal someone's money?!"

I corrected it solemnly: "That is a gift of friendship."

Squalo couldn't help but said, "Tch... are you sure your 'friend' won't try to kill you?"

"No," I blinked and said quite firmly, "because he can't beat me at all."

The author has something to say: Sino-Russian friendship lasts forever [Hello

When Qinmei's nationality was Russian, Mr. Tuo was already within range of my scabbit! ! !

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