[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

I re-examined Giorno Giobana sitting in front of me with a different look. He was calm and calm, and his expression was very open under my gaze.

In his jewel-like eyes, I sensed an awareness as magnificent as his eyes, an awareness that was ready to deal with everything—no wonder from the first time we met, I felt that he It seems that he is very interested in the mafia, and it turns out that he has such thoughts.

"I appreciate your ideas," I glanced at him, and then looked down at the densely packed notes. His handwriting is quite decent, and people like me who are not used to reading letters find it very beautiful, "But I don't have such a Intend."

Giorno didn't show a look of surprise, as if everything was within his expectation, or he always had such a calm attitude.Giorno asked: "I thought about your answer... May I know why?"

I don't think Giorno is someone who will give up easily. I can already see from the expression on his face that he has made up his mind to lure me into the gang.I thought about it, and honestly replied: "Because I don't know how long I will stay here, maybe one day I will suddenly disappear."

Giorno was slightly taken aback, and I continued, "And I'm already a member of Pengo Lie, and I'm not a flirtatious woman. I still have this bit of professional ethics."

"I hope your words can be a little more accurate." Giorno said expressionlessly.

"That's what it means, please understand..." I paused, and suddenly thought of something, so I made a serious suggestion to Giorno: "If you want to get rid of drugs and crimes by climbing to the top of the mafia For the purpose, do you want to join Vongola? Whether it is the sphere of influence or the power of the family, compared with the two, Vengley is probably stronger."

Hearing this, a thoughtful expression appeared on Giorno's face: "But this ancient mafia family has already formed a deep faction, and it may take longer for me to become the leader. Now Peng How many heirs are there?"

I thought about it for a while: "Six or seven... about."

"The time from preparation to completion to kill them is too long," Giorno said, "I can't wait so long."

I:"……"

Are you serious?

When this person said these words, there was no joking expression on his face, instead he was terribly serious, as if he had calmly considered in this short period of time, and finally weighed and made the most favorable decision.

Hearing what Giorno said, I almost immediately gave up the idea of ​​poaching him to Vengley - poaching Giorno to Vengley is about like leading a wolf into a house. I can probably imagine that it took only nine days for Giorno I climbed up from the bottom of Vengley all the way, and finally kicked Tsunayoshi Sawada down to become the BOSS scene.

"I have a question." I hesitated, and finally couldn't hold back my curiosity. I looked at Giorno with some doubts in my eyes, "Why did you come to me?"

I tried to guess his intentions, and said to myself: "Because I am a mafia, can I guide you?"

Giorno shook his head and dismissed my guess: "It's not such a simple reason."

"I think you will definitely help me, we are the same kind of people." Giorno looked straight at me, his eyes were extraordinarily calm, showing a certain confidence.He went on to say: "From the first meeting I felt that you are the company I need, and you will need me sooner or later."

What a strange answer.

And I don't think it's going to be convincing either.

"Then your perception is wrong," I said blankly, handing the colorful menu to Giorno, and met his calm eyes, "But I will cheer you on. Do you want to order food?"

Facing my refusal again, Giorno didn't try to say anything more, but took the menu in silence, glanced at it silently, and said, "A Margherita pizza is fine, how about you? "

Me: "One serving of sweet and sour pork with pineapple, thank you."

Giorno: "...Italian restaurants don't have sweet and sour pork with pineapple."

I couldn't help but "ah", and said in a slightly disappointed voice: "Is that so...the Italian restaurant is nothing more than that."

It is not that there are no Chinese restaurants in Naples, but the pineapple sweet and sour pork inside is always made in a strange way to cater to the tastes of the locals, and it is not as delicious as Mr. Feng's pineapple sweet and sour pork.Whenever I crave pineapple sweet and sour pork, I will miss Mr. Feng very much. When will Mr. Feng come back... When I contacted last time, Mr. Feng said that he and a few companions were hunting for treasure in the desert, and I don’t know if they found it. No.

Mr. Mingmingfeng’s pineapple sweet and sour pork is the most precious treasure in the world.

Since there was no sweet and sour pork, I had no choice but to order a chocolate cake.

The restaurant served food very quickly, but the waiter's movements showed a little strangeness.The waiter is an underage boy, probably also a work-study student, working part-time to make money after school.He was very thin, and his eye sockets were sunken abnormally. When he was carrying the plate, his hands shook violently. Fortunately, I gave him a proper support, otherwise all the things on it would have fallen off.

He thanked him in a low voice, and only then did I notice with sharp eyes that the small part of his sleeve that he lifted up revealed the dense needle holes on his arm.

He noticed my gaze, quickly put down his sleeves, covered his arms and left in a hurry.

I stared at him until his too weak figure completely disappeared from my field of vision, then I turned my head and stared straight at Giorno. His thoughts, and pointed it out sharply: "You did it on purpose."

"You chose this restaurant." Giorno calmly stated the facts.

I continued, "But this restaurant was recommended to me by you."

"And then?" Giorno stared at me with his clear and calm eyes, his eyes were like brilliant diamonds cut into thousands of facets, and each facet shone with astonishing brilliance, making it impossible to look at me directly .He pressed me, "What would your answer be?"

I fell silent.

... It's a good thing that he didn't choose to join Vongola, otherwise Sawada Tsunayoshi would be miserable.

I was in a vague stalemate with him for a moment, then I let go, looked at him and said, "Okay, I will help you, but not too much. It is limited to helping you dispose of the corpse."

"Thank you," Giorno said politely, "You can use my notes for two more days. Just return them to me the night before the exam."

I reminded him calmly: "I hope you will remember my 70 after you become the leader."

"Of course." Giorno seemed to relax a little, and replied me very naturally, "I can give you whatever you want."

Before I could react, Giorno seemed to sense something was wrong, he blinked his emerald green eyes, the light like two precious gemstones flickered on and off.He quickly closed his mouth, stopped talking, silently stuffed a piece of steaming pizza into his mouth, and chewed slowly—this meant that he didn't want to talk to me again.

I held my cheek with one hand, and tilted my head to look at him for a long time, until the calm expression on Giorno's face showed a slight loosening under my almost staring gaze.

"Then can I raise the price?" I squeezed the fist of the other hand and looked at him expectantly, "I want 140 million."

Giorno looked at me expressionlessly: "..."

Giorno finished his margherita pizza and left, he doesn't have free withdrawals like me...Guardian, there is something to do every day.I left his notebook and copied it slowly. I didn't want to wait until the exam was about to return the notes to him. It would be easier to memorize after copying it down. Besides, my memory is still very strong.

Not long after, I heard loud noises coming from the next door.

"How many times have I said this?! How could 16X25 be 45!! No matter how you look at it, the multiplication of a two-digit number should not be a two-digit number!!"

"What are you talking about Fuge, it should be 45!"

"Shut up, you retard!"

"Fuge is mentally handicapped!!"

……

I indifferently listened to these noisy voices in my left ear and out of my right ear, and my subordinates kept copying notes. Nothing could shake my determination to study.

Until one of the people next door suddenly stood up and slapped the fragile partition between the dining tables vigorously, trying to attract my attention: "Hey! Tell me, is 16X25 equal to 45?!"

I stopped writing and looked up, just in time to see a black-haired boy with an orange headband standing beside him, showing me an exercise over the partition next to the dining table.The moment he saw him, he opened his eyes wide, and there was an undisguised expression of familiarity and surprise in his eyes. Obviously, we all recognized each other at the same time - he seemed to be called Nalanja.

"...Yes," I replied without thinking, "probably."

Naranja immediately turned his head and shouted at the blond boy, as if deliberately showing off his victory: "Fuge! Look!"

"What are you looking at!" Fuge couldn't stand it, he looked very irritable, and would flip the table anytime and anywhere, "It's enough to be an idiot with Naranja, don't you too?!"

"No," I looked at him calmly, "but what I said must be right."

Fogg: "Huh?!"

I turned my face and stopped a young man who happened to be walking by me, looked at him and said, "I think 16X25 is equal to 45, what do you think?"

The young man who I stopped for no reason stared at me for a while, opened his mouth and replied in a daze, "Uh... yes, yes, that's right! It's 45! 16X25 equals 45!"

I turned my head and looked at Fuge expressionlessly, with the implicit expression of "what I said is correct, why don't you believe it?" in my eyes.

Nalanja suddenly became excited: "Oh! I understand! Thank you!!"

"Don't listen to her, Naranga!!" Fugo said unbearably.

"Wait a minute, Fugo, don't you think she looks familiar?" Naranja folded his arms and lay on the partition. His arms were well-proportioned, lean and capable.Naranga looked straight at me, with a happy look on his young face as if he had met an acquaintance by chance, and he said: "I remember you, we met in the store, when you were with Bugarati Together. Your name is Koli Taja, right?"

"My name is Jean Corleone." I corrected him earnestly.

"Oh, hello Kolitani!" Naranga greeted me lively.

"...It's Corleone."

Naranja looked at the things on my desk like a kitten that just got into someone else's house, and asked curiously, "Kogaoni, are you doing your homework too?"

"It's Corleone..." I paused, and gave up trying to correct him, "Forget it, call me Jean. This one is easier to remember, isn't it?"

"Yes," Nalanja nodded, with a candid expression, "And it's nice. My name is Nalanja, you know, right? He's Fugo. Last time you left before you had time to say hello."

I recalled it, and said calmly: "I'm really sorry, please forgive my rudeness. It's just that I don't think Mr. Apache likes me very much, so it's better to leave quickly..."

"Apaki is like that," Naranca said in his usual tone. "He's just very sensitive about Bugarati. He's actually a nice guy."

I:"……"

I realized something in an instant, and said with a serious expression: "I see, I understand."

"I will explain clearly next time we meet." I said sincerely.

"—Hey, what are you talking about?"

At this time, a familiar voice came in.I followed the sound and saw the tall figure of Apache standing beside him, with his hands in his pockets and a black earphone hanging around his neck, looking at me expressionlessly, with a hint of hostility on his face, showing a little bit of guard .

He looked at Naranja and Fugo, then at me, frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

Looking at the other party's unrestrained and guarded attitude, I think it's time for me to explain.

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