[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

As I said before, I have an allergic reaction to lies, because I have been deceived too many times since I was a child, and at least two-thirds of them are due to this friend of mine ——From the first day we met, he has been trying to deceive me.

Half of his words are lies, and the other half are deliberately vague inducements. He seems to have had the talent to manipulate the mist at will since he was born.Around him, there will always be people who die for no apparent reason, and these inexplicable deaths are just the opportunity for me to know him.

Although he is a more or less eccentric Russian, he is still my friend.Probably because he was the only person I knew who was my age in that cold place where the nights were always longer than the days.

Maybe he will be younger than me, but foreigners develop faster.He was always taller than me, though he was much thinner and weaker than me, and had less strength, and looked as if at any moment he would fall down in the white snow and be buried in the long night.

I can't remember exactly how much higher it was.In my gradually blurred memories about my childhood, when we were one of the few sitting side by side, he would hum boringly the Russian ballads spread in this vast land, and those intermittent melodies were From the top of my head.

He is very smart and knowledgeable, and knows a lot more than I do-maybe it is because he is so smart that it can make people feel subtly frightened, plus he looks at people like he is looking at frozen eyes. The soil stinks of dead rats, so no one wants to deal with him except me.He didn't look at me like he was looking at a mouse, probably because no mouse would break his ribs casually.

Overall, he's a quirky and interesting guy, even if his personality is a bit crappy, even in my opinion.

But after leaving Russia, I never saw him again.

Squalo soon lost interest in the Russian friend I was talking about, and turned to writing homework for Russian courses.

Duer showed great shock and amazement at the fact that I was able to carry these two children to do my homework obediently, and then happily threw Mr. Xanxus and Squalo to me, and happily I went fishing during working hours.Since then, I have added one more practice in Durr, which is to be responsible for the education of Xanxus and Squalo.

Squalo is fine, although he is at an age where he has a bad temper, bad attitude, likes to yell and look down on others, but he is indeed a good kid who can do his homework honestly and is never picky about his meals. The only problem is that His fighting spirit and competitive spirit are far beyond ordinary people's, and he can't stand the slightest provocation. Therefore, he often beats mafia children of the same age until he can't cry.

"It's because they are too weak," Squalo raised his chin, his immature face was full of arrogance and disgust, "There is no one who can fight, such a weak person has no right to appear in front of my eyes."

I blinked and started clapping for him, nodded in agreement and said, "Well, you're right."

Dull: "???"

The Xanxus side is trickier.Nominally, he is the son of the ninth generation of Vengley, and he is also the heir of Vengley. Because of this, no matter how arrogant Xanxus is, no one will blame him-not to mention the problem of homework, demolishing the school with his bare hands, a It is even more common to force teachers with more than two figures to resign on the spot within a month, and to beat classmates to serious injuries and send them to the hospital.

Generally speaking, if the child is disobedient, just give him a good beating.

"I'm going to kill you!" Xanxus said with a face full of humiliation as he wrote the exercise book that he had burned half of before, and said through gritted teeth, "I'm going to kill you! Trash!"

Although Duer was very satisfied to see Xanxus sitting at the desk honestly and expressed his relief, there was still a look of disapproval on his face, and he said: "Although it is a good thing that Xanxus can do homework honestly, we Italians Stick education and corporal punishment are not advocated," Duer said heavily, "This is illegal."

I:"……"

I said blankly: "Will the Mafia still abide by the law?"

"We, Vengley, are a regular large enterprise," Duer emphasized, "we pay taxes on time every year, and a large part of the country's construction is due to us."

"... Oh." I responded briefly, expressing my understanding, with no expression on my face.The translation of Duer's sentence means that Vongola's influence has penetrated into the military and political circles of Italy-this is also a matter of course. Of course, the leading mafia family with a century-old history cannot be willing to be confined to illegal areas.

I am not interested in exploring more things about Vengley, this is not the field that I can get involved in now.I turned the topic back to Xanxus education, and said with some doubts: "Is this kind of education method not good? But I have always been like this since I was a child, and I think the effect is very good."

I thought about it, and continued to say seriously: "Of course, I have been very careful to avoid fractures, internal bleeding, etc... After all, Xanxus' physical fitness is indeed weak compared to me at that time. A lot."

Dull: "..."

Duer: "How did you live until now?! This has seriously violated the juvenile protection law. Where is the dignity of the law?!"

I can only say euphemistically and implicitly: "Criminal organizations generally don't pay attention to these things."

Although Doerr is a man who likes to go to work to fish, white-collar wages, and in a sense, he is not a man, but he is indeed a very good teacher.

At the beginning of his practice, he used a lot of hard-to-breath actual combat to hone my physical strength, endurance, reaction speed and physical flexibility, until my physical indicators had a significant improvement visible to the naked eye , He began to teach me various fighting skills, that is, from this time on, I was finally able to get rid of the sword he threw at me and replaced it with my own weapon.

Ashamed to say, no one has actually taught me how to fight in a systematic way. Everything I know is honed and comprehended from the actual combat with guns and bullets raining, so every gesture is filled with a feeling of being beaten by Duer. Call it a "rough" and "rude" style.

Relying on the intuition of the body to launch a fierce attack and attack the enemy's vital points, there is nothing wrong in itself, but because the intention is too obvious, the opponent sees the flaw.

In Toure's words, my physical fitness is top-notch, and my strength and experience complement each other almost perfectly.

Under Duer's polishing, I can clearly feel that my close combat ability is improving rapidly-although the body itself has not changed much, the increasingly sophisticated offense and defense and the flexible conversion of the two have been one by one. It made up for the loopholes and flaws on my body before.

Correspondingly, the number of fights between me and Toure has increased, and the number of draws has also increased. In the end, it has become absolutely impossible for him to easily win against me.

"OK... Huh, you graduated with me." Duer bowed his waist, supported his bent knees with his hands, his sword had already been knocked away by me, and landed ten steps away from him in a very embarrassing situation.

He smiled and said to me, "Go back to Naru, I have nothing to teach you."

I relayed this sentence to Mr. Naru truthfully.

And at this time, we were standing together in the bathroom, staring at the mirror at the same time.

Two figures, one tall and one short, were reflected in the spotless mirror.The tall one is Mr. Naru, wearing a clean white shirt, the bearded area of ​​​​the face has been coated with a layer of white foam, and he is holding the razor at an appropriate angle; That is naturally me. Although I am now 168cm tall and stand out among my peers, I still look a lot shorter compared to Mr. Naru.

I was wearing a one-piece pajamas with bunny ears, brushing my teeth seriously, and observing myself in the mirror—probably because of this period of practice, I lost some weight and my chin became sharper , the flesh on the face almost fell off, and the lines of the facial bones were more sharply highlighted, which was both aggressive and cold.

Although I'm a lot shorter than Mr. Naru and seem lacking in momentum, but just by looking at my face, I will never lose.For this, I still have considerable confidence.

Mr. Naru in the mirror moved his lips, and his usual sarcasm was revealed in his calm voice: "Dur...that guy is only at this level."

"Mr. Doerr is very powerful," I said humbly, "it's just that the speed at which I grow is really amazing."

Mr. Naru glanced at me and sneered.

"Don't be too complacent," he said indifferently, "does it make you so happy to win against one of my opponents?"

I:"……"

I stared straight at him without speaking.

"What?" Mr. Naru raised his eyebrows at me, "are you angry?"

After I brushed my teeth, I stared at Mr. Naru and the white foam on his face. The white foam was scraped away bit by bit, revealing the fair and firm skin.I thought about it, and said, "No, I'm not angry. I'm just thinking about what Mr. Naru will be like when he gets old."

"If I could," I said after a pause, "I'd really like to see it for myself."

Naru stopped what he was doing, his black eyes looked at me quietly, without saying a word.

I continued with a blank expression: "...Will it be as mean as it is now? I really want to see it with my own eyes."

Naru: "..."

Naru shook the razor in his hand, indicating with his eyes that it would be easy for him to slit my throat with this thing.

I can only keep my mouth shut.

At this time, the doorbell rang unexpectedly.I put away my toothpaste and toothbrush and walked over to open the door, but there was no one outside the door, and I didn't hear any footsteps leaving, as if the doorbell just now was just an illusion.

Just when I was wondering, two pieces of letter paper fell from the air lightly.They were supposed to have been stuffed into the top of the door frame, and fell out of nowhere when the door was opened.

I blinked and stretched out my hand to pinch two pieces of letter paper.

The two letters were written in different versions of the script.One was in Italian, but there were some innocuous mistakes in spelling and grammar. It was obvious that Italian was not the man's native language, and he was not very proficient in using it.

The other letter was in Chinese, half-literal and half-white, and the wording was very polite and polite.I read it carefully, and the general meaning is to ask for a martial arts competition... er, to make friends through martial arts?And so on...it's obviously in Chinese, why I can't understand it.

Mr. Nairu took the initiative to come over, reached out and took the Chinese letter in my hand.He glanced at it, didn't understand it, turned to me and asked, "What does this mean?"

I clenched my fist and said firmly, "Someone wants to fight you, Mr. Naru."

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