[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

"Because Apache was a policeman before," Mista explained furtively in the face of my question, "so sometimes he is very wary, you understand occupational diseases?"

Hearing this, my face froze suddenly: "Tiao Zi?"

Mista: "...he is also a gangster now, you don't have to be so vigilant."

Being so guarded by Apache, I wouldn't be so ignorant, and quickly said goodbye to Buccarati.Bugara remembered the pile of things I bought like a hill, and offered to help me take them back, but Apache stopped him indifferently.

"In that case," Mista interjected at the right time, "let me help."

So now Mista and I are walking alone, all those big and small shopping bags hanging on him, making him look like a weird and expensive Christmas tree.Compared with Apache's cold and guarded attitude, Mista is an Italian who is easy to get along with, and his conversation is very interesting, which quickly improved my favor with him.

But looking at it from such a close distance, it seems to be more familiar...

"Don't keep staring at me from such a close position." Mista raised his head and separated his side face from my line of sight. "It made me a little nervous."

After he said this, I realized that the distance between us was indeed a little closer - I stepped back half a step to the side, retracted my gaze, and said politely: "Sorry, I can see you." Too enthralled to realize the problem. Please don't be nervous."

Before Mista could react, I put my hand on my chin thoughtfully, and said while thinking: "But after looking carefully just now, I found that you look more familiar... Where have we met before?" Is it?"

"I met once before," Mista didn't deny, and said briskly, "but it's nothing important, just forget it."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but glanced at me, his dark eyes revealed the look of "Although I said this is not an important matter, I still hope you can remember it".

I nodded, looked at him, and said expressionlessly: "Please don't worry, I have always had a good memory. As long as I met once, almost no one will forget... Ah, by the way, you were a few days ago Someone who installed a pinhole camera in my dorm to try to spy on me under the pretext of helping me install furniture?"

"...No!" Mista complained, "Do I look obscene?!"

"Oh... Are you the one who approached me ten days ago to ask me for directions because he wanted to stun me and lure me into the car?"

"no!!"

"Ah, you are the one who planned to burglary and rape me fifteen days ago with the excuse of delivering food?"

"...No!!" Mista couldn't bear to complain, "Are you living in hell?!"

I lowered my head, touched a pebble on the ground with my toes, then kicked the pebble away, watching it bounce quickly on the ground a few times, and then rolled along the ground. rolled into a roadside drain.I said casually: "For beautiful and weak women, life is a hell mode, and ordinary men will not understand."

Mista seemed to think of something, with a look of reminiscence on his face, he paused, and asked, "What about those people, how did you deal with them?"

I raised my finger and pointed to the gutter on the side of the road, without any expression on my face: "It may be floating in a sewer, I don't know too much."

"Are you a devil?" Mista sighed.

Only at this time did I truly realize that I had met Mista before, otherwise ordinary strangers would never be so indifferent when they heard me say this, as if they knew that I would do this.Under my questioning, Mista said in a few words - I met him once when I first came to Naples, I got the ticket money to Rome from him, and was rescued by him once.

I struggled to recall, and it seemed that there was indeed such a thing, but——

I stared blankly at Mista's midriff-baring jacket, red leopard-print pants, boots, and the strangely shaped hat that was in the same series as the outfit, and fell into silence.

I clearly remember that it was a very simple Italian brother.

……………Who are you?

According to Mista, he was sent to prison after that, and Bugarati fished him out, after which he joined Bugarati's squad and became a member of the [Passionate] organization .

And it seems that other people become gangsters for some reason, and Mista didn't say much.The distance between Commercial Street and Naples Senior High School is not too far, I just ask Mista to leave the things at the school gate.

Mista left after finishing all these things. As soon as he left, Giorno came out of the school.He seemed to have seen the scene where I said goodbye to Mista. Giorno looked at the pile of shopping bags on the ground, then at me, and said blankly: "You let your friend directly Wouldn’t it be enough to send things into the dormitory? Calling me out for this kind of thing, I think it’s superfluous.”

I didn't answer what he said, but said to myself: "Recently, the prices of human organs on the black market have started to rise..."

Giorno: "..."

"Don't complain, I'm just giving you a chance to pay back the money in other ways," I stared straight at Giorno, and said slowly, "Or do you want to pay me back 70 now? Woolen cloth?"

Giorno: "..."

Giorno sighed, and began to bend down to lift the bulging shopping bags.As he took it, he couldn't help but said: "You bought too much, and most of them are things that I don't really need. Ordinary students don't have this level of purchasing power, so you probably don't care about that." 70, which makes me suspect that you have other purposes for pestering me so much."

"Don't get me wrong, these are not my money," I said casually, "it's just my withdrawal... the guardian is more generous."

Giorno's voice was calm, and he pointed out sharply: "You mean the cash machine?"

"No," I pretended to be stupid, trying to hide it, "how can I have it?"

Giorno stared at me for a while, his emerald green eyes almost saw right through me.Giorno was not persistent on this issue, but just changed the subject and reminded me casually: "By the way, the report card of the next test needs to be signed and reported to the guardian. You'd better be prepared."

I think I'm cold.

I've been out of Bingsheng's student life for too long, didn't take any normal school lessons in mafia school, and had to spend time dealing with straw-minded heirs of mafia families-those who came out of the honeypot. The big idiots think that the best way to pursue girls is to show their money and power, in a word, it is forced love. I politely refused their pursuit and blew their heads off.

When I casually flipped through the textbook that had just been handed out, I realized that I couldn't understand anything—ah, at this time, I could only use the excuse that I couldn't understand Italian because I was a foreigner.

...But Mr. Naru would not bother with such poor excuses.Although Mr. Nairu threw me the black card, a considerable amount of money will be added to my bank account every week, but correspondingly, my student resume must satisfy him-using Mr. Nairu In other words, he didn't want to spend money to raise a waste.

I had no choice but to drag Giorno again and start the crazy tutoring before the test.

"What I mean by 'be prepared' is to let you concentrate on your studies and don't bother me," Giorno said with an indifferent expression and indifferent voice, "rather than dragging me to make up lessons in this place and occupying my notes."

The "place" that Giorno calls "this place" is actually a simple Italian restaurant with a quiet atmosphere. It's a good place I found when I was wandering around here.

There weren't many people inside, and Giorno and I were in the most remote corner. Although Giorno complained a few times, after I ordered some chocolate pudding for him, he didn't say anything, and They cooperated very consciously—I don't know whether to use "knowledge" to describe him.

Giorno is usually busy with side jobs to make money, so he rarely comes to school, but he has not missed a single exam homework, and every time he can pass the exam without any accidents, he relies on his perfect notes——I said blankly Putting down his notes, to be honest, he was a bit incomprehensible.

But I can't blame me for that. The grade I transferred to was already one grade higher than my previous grade, and I didn't learn the courses that fell in between.

Giorno knew what was going on when he saw my reaction, and at the same time I set my eyes on him, he said bluntly: "Don't look at me, I have no other choice."

I imitated the tone of the little gangster before, and said slowly: "If I can't pass the exam, I will be unhappy. Once I am unhappy, it is easy to do irrational things."

After I finished speaking, I turned my head and stared at Giorno quietly, with "70" written on one eye and "human organs" written on the other.

Giorno fell silent: "..."

Immediately afterwards, he turned the pen in his hand, and the pen drew a beautiful and swift afterimage on his hand, and then he hid it in his palm.From my perspective, I can only see the back of his well-proportioned hand, with healthy blood vessels faintly floating on the skin of the back of his white hand, like winding clear rivers.

Finally, he slowly let go of his fingers, and the pen disappeared, replaced by a lily in full bloom.

"Can you be happier now?" Giorno said, handing me the lily in his hand, his eyes were calm and calm.

I looked at him with a "sorry, this is all my leftover flirting trick, do you think I'll react" expression on my face.

Giorno: "..."

"Thank you." I thanked Giorno politely, took the lily from Giorno's hand, and at the same time grabbed Giorno's wrist with lightning speed. The other party seemed to have anticipated my reaction, There was no movement of the fingers as if struggling.

I looked at his hand, checked his fingers, wrist and clean cuff, and then made my own judgment: "Although I am very grateful for your flowers, the one just now should not be some ingenious little magic trick. You What have you done?"

While I was looking at Giorno with scrutiny, he was also watching me with the same eyes, even trying to see more carefully and thoroughly than I did.When those emerald eyes become focused and serious, it is easy to produce a magic power of insight into people's hearts-Giorno seems to have seen something and reached a certain conclusion, so his eyes looked at me completely Believe it.

"I don't know for the time being," Giorno said, "but what is certain is that this is my ability. I can give 'life' to objects."

As if specially demonstrating it to me, Giorno took back the lily flower. In his hand, the flower turned back into a pen, then into a ladybug, and finally into a pen. Pen.

Although it didn't show on the face, I was a little surprised.At this time, Giorno asked abruptly, "Can you see it?"

His words were a bit weird, I blinked, pointed to the pen he was holding, and replied, "Did you say that? I saw it, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Giorno replied, without revealing any extra emotion on his face.

I quickly grasped Giorno's intentions in this series of actions - first sending flowers, then deliberately selling flaws, and finally confessing his ability, as long as anyone who doesn't react too badly will know that he has other plans ——I seriously asked: "Why are you telling me this?"

"I will not hide anything from my future companions." Giorno replied very naturally.

"You want me to be your companion?" I frowned, expressing my dissatisfaction tactfully, "But you are unwilling to give tutoring to your companion, and you are unwilling to pay back the money."

Giorno: "...I think your focus is wrong."

I tilted my head and signaled him to continue: "Okay, what do you want to do?"

"This power was awakened not long ago, although I don't know what it is," Giorno put the pen in his hand on the table lightly, with a calm voice, "But I think it seems to be a power An opportunity to make a dream come true."

Giorno looked at me with firm emerald eyes and said, "I, Giorno Giobana, have a dream."

...he wanted to be a gangster superstar.

In Giorno's own words, drugs are rampant in this city, and the organizations that control drugs will even sell drugs to minors. If you want to put an end to all this, you have to join the organization, become a gangster, and then climb up the gangster top of the .

After listening to his words, there is only one thought in my mind:

Sawada Tsunayoshi, look at others, and then at yourself.

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