[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

The atmosphere in the carriage was a little dignified.

I should have thought that Giorno’s car was of unknown origin, it had no license plate, and it didn’t even have a trunk. My suitcase could only be put on the rear seat, occupying at least one-third of the entire compartment. Space.

Giorno drove to Naples Senior High School with ease. He is not yet an adult and naturally does not have a driver's license. However, the traffic police in Naples did not have the slightest intention to stop such a van without a license plate number. Pizza in the store.

I sat in the co-pilot's seat, browsing the phone screen without saying a word.Giorno and I are not talkative characters, but at this moment, the silence between the two of them seems not so harmonious, only the sound of engine vibration is slightly echoing in the car.

Giorno seems to have noticed that this silence is gradually turning into suffocation, he has always been the type who is good at observing words and expressions.But after a while, he spoke to me, trying to ease the unhappiness just now: "What are you looking at?"

I didn't look up, but still focused on browsing the slightly bright screen on the phone, and replied blankly: "I'm looking at the circulation price of human organs on the black market in Italy."

Giorno: "..."

As soon as the words fell, I suddenly realized something, turned my head to look at Giorno, and asked in a cold voice: "There is something I need to confirm, you are in good health and don't have any diseases, right?"

Giorno: "..."

Giorno: "No, but..."

"But?" I turned my face to the side, stared at him quietly, and at the same time pressed the power button of the mobile phone, and the originally slightly bright mobile phone screen went out at this moment.I motioned for him to continue talking.

"...I'm very sorry for deceiving you." Giorno held the steering wheel tightly. He needs to observe the road conditions and deal with me at the same time. I think this should be one of the few times in his life. Moments of embarrassment.Under my gaze, his fingers on the steering wheel became stiff, and even the calm and calm expression on his face became unnatural.

He opened his mouth and said calmly: "If I had a complete and healthy body, I should do more things for you, not just about money. I will apologize to you."

I asked him, "Like what?"

Hearing this, Jolu Norn paused for a moment, then looked at the interior rearview mirror above his head, which reflected the bloated and heavy suitcase.He said, "You'd want someone to help you with your luggage, wouldn't you?"

After arriving at Naples Senior High School, I stood outside the car door and watched Giorno move my suitcase with some difficulty.

"Sorry, wait a little longer..."

I waved my hand and signaled him to make room for me: "Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Under the gaze of Giorno, I held the overly heavy suitcase with one hand and took it out of the narrow compartment with little effort.When the suitcase fell to the ground, it also made a dull sound, suggesting that it contained a lot of heavy things.Giorno looked at me, then at the suitcase in my hand, and finally couldn't help but said, "I'm sure there's more than just clothes in it."

"There are only two or three pieces of clothes, and there are some guns and weapons, mine devices, and grenades inside..." I patted the suitcase, which was almost waist-high, and added, "Anyway, these are the necessities of life."

Giorno looked at me with his emerald eyes, and said blankly: "You call these things the necessities of life?"

I slightly tilted my head, and replied: "It's all my food." I paused, looked back, and said meaningfully, "Maybe it will be useful?"

Giorno: "..."

Giorno calmly changed the topic: "I'll take you to the teaching staff, they haven't got off work at this point in time."

I sat sideways on the suitcase, and Giorno pushed the suitcase behind me.I have been to this school once before, but I was too hurried when I left and didn’t leave much impression. Now I find that this is a good place. Although the area is much smaller than the mafia school, at least there is no strange The sound of explosions came through.

From the school gate to the office building of the teaching staff, you have to pass through a green lawn. This short distance has allowed me to see how popular Giorno is. Not only people from various associations came to ask him Whether he is interested in participating in the activities, even the older faculty and staff will greet him warmly. In addition, there are groups of girls walking around him, asking if he is free to go on a date together.

"No time, I still have things to do," Giorno said indifferently, "Don't bother me."

The girls who took the initiative to ask him out became even more shy after being coldly rejected: "Then there is no other way, see you later, GIOGIO~"

I:"……"

What a wonderful femininity.

"I can't see that you are very popular." I sat on the heavy suitcase, held my face in my hands, and looked at him sideways, "To be honest, you don't look like the type who specializes in managing interpersonal relationships .”

"Deliberately dealing with interpersonal interactions is counterproductive," Giorno said. "I just do what I'm supposed to do."

I nodded, thinking that what he said made sense.I don't know why, even though he ripped off me before, cheated me out of 70 lire, and looked like (seemingly) planning to renege on the debt, but he still gives people a very refreshing feeling... really strangeness.I vaguely felt that if he wanted to, no one in this world would hate him.

I quickly completed the transfer procedures and got a single dormitory of my own.Although the school did not explicitly stipulate that boys should not enter or leave the girls' dormitory area, Giorno politely bid me farewell after sending me downstairs—I have to say that it was wise for him to do so, because he was so conspicuous, He just stood there, and there were girls huddling together, peeking at him and whispering.

Although the dormitory is simple, it is very clean, and the basic living utensils are also very complete.After I put away my things one by one, the first thing I did was to put three built-in locks on the door of the dormitory, and put one on the window.This dormitory is facing west, and the light of the setting sun will shine in soon after.

I sat on a somewhat worn-out chair, and as the orange-red sun gradually sank into the distant mountains, I used my mobile phone to edit and send text messages to Mr. Nairu, Squalo, and Dole in turn.Squalo and Dole quickly responded, but until nightfall, there was no response from Mr. Nairu.

The next morning, I saw Mr. Naru's reply.

[Nairu: Hmm. ]

I:"……"

Mr. Naru's coldness has been conveyed very clearly through words.It is in stark contrast to Mr. Duer's eloquent [-]-character essay.

But it doesn't matter, although Mr. Naru is still very cold, his money is still warm.

I took Mr. Naru's black card and went out to do some shopping.

Except for my own weapons, I basically didn't bring other items.But after sweeping the entire street this morning, there is nothing missing, the only problem is how to bring this huge pile of things back to the dormitory.

I was sitting in an open-air cafe on the street, looking at the shopping bags as high as a hill in front of me, and was thinking about whether to call Giorno, when a chair beside me was suddenly pulled away , The chair leg made a sharp sound on the ground.

I turned my head and saw a man with a somewhat familiar face sat down beside me unceremoniously and even presumptuously.I immediately recognized him as the man who blackmailed at the airport yesterday. His head was covered with a thick layer of gauze, which was the wound I smashed.

"It's a wonderful fate. I swore to find you yesterday, but I just met you today." The man stared at me, "Do you remember me? If you forget, I will be very sad. Once I When you are sad, you will do irrational things.”

I nodded and said, "Yes. What can I do, sir?"

"I just came to chat with you... Oh, you have a lot of things to buy, can I have a look?" He didn't seem to be asking for my opinion when he said this. Before I spoke, he I've already started to move my hands, looking at the things I bought rudely, and throwing the shopping bag on the ground with a crackle.

I looked at him blankly.

As if aware of my displeasure, he had a embarrassed expression on his face and said, "Ah, sorry, I'm so rude, right? But I hope you don't mind..."

He said so, then stretched out his hand towards the coffee on the table, and then knocked the cup of coffee down on me,

"I'm being rude, but you know I didn't mean to," he said with an uncomfortably grinning hand reaching for the coffee stain on me, "I'll clean it up for you, please forgive me."

That hand couldn't wait to touch my thigh.

Just when he was about to touch it, another hand suddenly came in and grabbed him tightly, making him unable to move.

The unexpected situation made me feel a little sorry, so I had to hide the table knife in my hand again-I was going to use this table knife to cut off his hand like cutting a bloody steak.

"——Bu, Bugarati?!"

Being obstructed by others, the man was very annoyed at first, but when he found out who the person was, he called out the name of the person half in awe and half unwillingly, and even the aggressive aura disappeared completely.

"Luka, I once said that I don't want to see you in this neighborhood," the man named Bugarati said calmly, "Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

I blinked, followed the sound and looked over. The moment I saw Bucciarati's appearance clearly, I suddenly felt very subtle-why it was open-chested again.

Is this Naples fashion?

... Could it be that I am too rustic?I thought with some uncertainty.

Bucciarati is a very young Italian man wearing a white-on-black-striped (open-chest) suit, with short ear-length hair and a pair of golden barrettes.Although he was dressed a little out of fashion (or fashionable...?), but the expression on his face was very serious, even serious.

Under his judging eyes, the man named Luca seemed to feel the embarrassment that could not be concealed, and said in a panic: "Yes, I'm sorry, I was wrong about Bucciarati! Forgive me, I will leave immediately !!"

Luca begged in every possible way, and after getting Bucciarati's nod, he ran away as quickly as if he was pardoned, as if someone would suddenly jump out and beat him up.

After dealing with the man, Buccarati turned around and looked at me. Unlike the toughness just now, his attitude towards me can be regarded as gentle: "Sorry, I caused you an unpleasant experience. But that man will I won't pester you again, I can assure you of that."

I nodded, and before I could speak, Bugarati took the first step and said: "...At the same time, I hope you don't attack him."

While speaking, Bugarati handed his open palm to me, and said calmly: "Although Luca is a bastard with no morals at all, he is more or less a member of the organization. If he What happened, I can only trace to the end."

I stared at him for a while, then stretched out my hand and threw the knife hidden in my hand to him.

"Uh..." Bugarati looked at the table knife with a delicate expression, and finally said, "Thank you."

I pointed to the coffee-stained dress on my body and asked him, "Then what are you going to do with this?" I paused and said emphatically, "This dress is expensive, and I only wore it once. "

Bugarati seemed to be completely unaware of this problem, and only reacted after I reminded him.Without thinking about it, he took out a few tissues from the paper box on the table, stretched out his hand towards my skirt in a very natural manner, and said, "In that case, let me wipe it clean for you."

I:"…………"

I tilted my head and rested my chin on one hand, watching him busy for a long time.

Finally, he looked up at me, his face became serious again, and said to me: "Sorry, it seems that I can't wipe it clean."

"...of course the napkin can't be wiped clean," I couldn't help saying, "and it's hard to wash when it's so dirty."

Hearing what I said, Bugarati was stunned for a moment, and then said without any hesitation: "In that case, how do you plan to deal with it?"

Ah, this person showed an expression that he thought it was me making an excuse.

"Please don't get me wrong, I don't have the habit of making things difficult for others." I said blankly, I think I am a very easy-going person, why do people always think of me as unreasonable?It's really incomprehensible.I thought about it and said, "Just pay me."

Hearing this, Bugarati immediately reached out to touch the wallet on his body and asked, "What's the amount?"

"No, I don't mean to make you lose money."

I propped my cheek, looked at him, and continued: "I want you to accompany me to buy a new one. Is there any problem?"

The author has something to say: ………………… I really don’t vote for Bugarati!Bucciarati no arrows no arrows no arrows! ! !

I just wrote an interaction and nothing else! ! !

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