[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

I said calmly, "Mr. Apache, I think you may have misunderstood me."

Apaki narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he expected my actions, and put on an attitude of "I'll see what you can say"—ah, I have seen this kind of momentum before, my classmate Elena suspects that I approached me with a similar attitude when I provoked her boyfriend, who turned out to be half-hearted and promiscuous.I feel like I'm really innocent.

"I don't have any thoughts about Mr. Bucciarati." I said slowly, in order to try my best to show sincerity, I tried to make my eyes and expressions full of sincerity.

Apache's eyes were sharp, and he said in a questioning tone: "If you really don't have one, why bother."

"I just thought that an explanation would save you from your wild thoughts, Mr. Apache," I paused, and said seriously, "I didn't intend to destroy your relationship with Mr. Buccarati."

Apache's attitude did not waver in the slightest: "The relationship between me and Bugarati is not something you can intervene in."

Strictly guarded against my own people and heavily guarded, and like to think wildly, I made a conclusion for Mr. Apache in my heart, ah, it is so difficult to deal with, in a sense, it is even more difficult to deal with than Elena.After all, Elena warmly invited me to meet her parents after dumping her flirtatious boyfriend.

"Then why are you so guarded?" I couldn't help raising my hand to gently support my chin, and analyzed from a female psychological point of view, "Is it because you don't have confidence in yourself, Mr. Apache?"

Apaki frowned, showing an expression that he didn't know what I was talking about, but even so, he didn't back down, and his momentum remained undiminished: "Don't get me wrong. Although Bugarati looks easy to talk, But in fact, you are more cautious than anyone, and you don't think you can easily handle him."

I blinked, looked at him rather strangely, and then said very patiently: "I have already said that I don't have any ideas about Mr. Bugarati. I'm trying to get someone right now, don't you still see Won't you come out, Mr. Apache?"

Apache's brows furrowed deeper, staring straight at me without saying anything.

At this moment, Nalanja moved between me and Apache a few times with clean and clear eyes. He seemed to have realized something, and called me suddenly: "Kodalika, are you thinking wrong? ? Bugarati and Apache are not that kind of relationship."

Hearing this, Fuge, who was drinking water with an indifferent expression on his face, choked himself instantly: "Ahem——"

Apaki was caught off guard for a moment, with a look of interruption in thinking on his face, he looked at Naranja, and then at me, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Apache: "????"

"My name is Corleone. If you can't remember, just call me Qin." I tried to correct Naranja's address to me again. Can't you remember?I stared at Naranja and confirmed to him: "Aren't Mr. Apaki and Mr. Bugarati that kind of relationship?"

"No." Naranja nodded with a full face, "You're thinking wrong."

Apache interrupted my conversation with Nalanga, frowning: "Wait, what's the matter?"

"Ah, I thought you were Mr. Apache..." I paused, swallowed the words in time, and changed to a more elegant and formal way of saying, "I thought you and Mr. Bugarati were lovers. It seems I was wrong, sorry."

Apache: "??!!"

Fuge couldn't help complaining: "I said that you will be misunderstood sooner or later."

Facing Apache's sharper gaze than before, I took the lead and said with a blank expression: "It's all because Mr. Apache is too guarded against me, which gave me a strange illusion. I thought Mr. Apache was Afraid I'm going to take your boyfriend away. It's not my fault, is it?"

Naranja: "Hahahaha!"

Fugo: "Poof——"

Apache glanced at them indifferently.Naranja and Fugo closed their mouths at the same time.

"But about Mr. Bucciarati..." I hesitated for a while, carefully considering the words in my heart, and then said slowly, "Although it was a coincidence that I met Mr. Bucciarati at first, But after that I did have another purpose."

Hearing me say that, not only Apache, but even Nalanja and Fugo's aura changed slightly, and they focused on me calmly, as if they sensed something was wrong. In any place, they can violently injure people anytime and anywhere.

I've thought about it, and Apache's suspicions can't be dispelled by words alone.Even though he is only a former policeman, in terms of acuity, Mr. Apache is professional-level no matter how you look at it.The best way is to cater to the other party's concerns, and then direct the focus to a less painful direction.

Because I'm not very good at lying, I could only lower my head and try to cover the expression on my face with a shadow. This unnatural movement just conveyed a message of embarrassment.

I hesitated and said, "Well, Mr. Bugarati is from the [Passionate] organization, right? My younger brother wants to join the gang, but no matter how much I try to persuade him, I thought, if I can please Mr. Bugarati If you take care of it, maybe it will be better, after all, Mr. Bugarati is very famous in this place..."

I'm sorry, Giorno, I secretly thought in my heart, all in all, you should be a younger brother first.

In the following words, I just mentioned a few words in a simple and cryptic manner. It is not easy to talk about the matter of going through the back door in the open.After listening to my words, the atmosphere at the scene gradually eased up. Because I was worried that my younger brother, who wanted to become a gang superstar, would be bullied when he first entered the workplace, and my sister approached her boss in an attempt to seek a relationship—ah, although it doesn’t sound good, it’s still possible. understand.

Only Apache still put on a stern expression, and when he heard me mention his younger brother, his attitude was even more indifferent to the extreme.

"There are rookies everywhere," Apache said, like a not very likable senior who suppresses newcomers at will because of his seniority, outstanding performance and nepotism (?) , In the end, someone else needs to help wipe his butt, such a person will die wherever he goes."

Apaki paused at this point, then looked at me, and said in a cold tone, "I don't want organizations for everything. Let your brother go home and study honestly."

——Mr. Apache, it's really difficult.

When I recalled the scene at that time, Mr. Apache's expression, tone, and eyes seemed to be vivid in my memory, so I couldn't help sighing silently in my heart.

"The exams are over," Giorno, who was sitting next to me, packed up his things and asked me casually, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

As soon as the test was over, the people in the classroom dispersed in an instant.Thanks to Giorno's notes, I can at least understand about 60.00% of the questions on the test paper, but it doesn't matter, I have filled the entire test paper, I believe the teacher will give me a high praise for my hard work evaluation of.

I replied, "Just thinking about something."

Giorno glanced at me and asked, "What's the matter?"

My tone was puzzled, and I said in a deep voice, "Why do some people show their chests, but they are not open at all?"

Giorno: "......??"

Giorno froze for a moment, and belatedly lowered his head and glanced at his bare heart-shaped chest. I comforted him appropriately: "Don't worry, I'm not talking about you."

Giorno was expressionless: "...Oh."

"Giorno," I suddenly asked, "What will you do if you are rejected by your seniors after joining the gang?"

Giorno looked at me as if wondering why I suddenly asked this question, but he didn't say much, just replied briefly: "I will be patient."

"Huh?" I looked at him unconsciously with a little curiosity, as if I had some new understanding of him, "Are you the type to endure humiliation?"

"If it's not important, there's no need to entangle with unimportant people. I won't be distracted by this kind of thing," Giorno replied, his usual calmness made him understand the importance of things very clearly, " Why are you asking this?"

"Nothing," I thought for a while, "I just thought you should probably get ready."

Giorno: "?"

Before I had a word with Giorno, several boys from the same class took the initiative to ask Giorno to participate in club activities.His popularity is indeed very good, as Giorno himself said, he didn't do anything superfluous, but his every move was just right enough to arouse the comfort of the other party, no one would hate staying with him.

Giorno subconsciously glanced in my direction after hearing the invitation.

Seeing his actions, one of the boys who came to invite him couldn't help but whispered: "God Corleone, you have occupied GIOGIO for long enough, wouldn't it be good to go shopping with Elena? Even if you No matter how close the relationship is, GIOGIO won't be happy if you manage GIOGIO all day long."

I blinked my eyes, then met Giorno's eyes expressionlessly, and asked him in a calm voice, "Gioruno, are you unhappy?"

"No," Giorno replied immediately, with a look of avoiding getting into trouble, and said in an unusually calm voice, "Not at all."

Hearing what he said, I nodded in a good mood: "Okay, then you can go."

"By the way, I have something for you," I added, reminding him, "Remember to go back to the dormitory early."

What I gave Giorno was some information about the [Passionate] organization. After Mr. Nairu's training, my ability to collect intelligence is not as good as it is in actual combat, but it's not too bad either. The internal structure of [Enthusiasm] is a bit special. It is divided into several groups, and the BOSS sends orders through emails. Formally a small and micro enterprise.

Among them, the person in charge of reviewing new recruits is a person named Polbo.He is now living in a prison in Naples, secretly controlling the police and jailers throughout the prison.I have investigated Polpo's background and found that he is one of the core members of the [Passionate] organization. He has been working for the organization since its establishment, and seems to be trusted by the BOSS.

I also tried to investigate the process of vetting new members, but found no valuable information, except that those who failed the vet died.And the way of death is a bit strange... like some weird arrow wounds, but some wounds are not fatal.

After I sent the information I collected to Giorno one by one, I soon got the news from Vengley.

Something happened to Durr.

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