[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

Dusk hour.

I sat in front of the desk, staring blankly at the math homework that was at the same height as me, feeling unable to breathe for a while.

"Let's talk," I moved my ankles while speaking—in order to let me stay in school and do my math homework, Kunikida actually used his abilities to visualize the handcuffs and locked me on the chair— I propped my face with one hand, and couldn't help but said, "This is already illegal detention, can I call the police?"

Odasaku was helping me with my math homework. After hearing this sentence, he raised his head, thought about it seriously, and replied, "Yes, if the police don't mind you being a mafia."

All I could say was, "Forget it then."

Odasaku finished writing a math test paper, put it together, and said to me earnestly: "You still have to do the homework by yourself."

He was sitting across from my desk, holding a pen, looking at my math homework seemingly calmly.A big man with long hands and long legs is sitting on a chair that is obviously one size smaller. This scene looks somewhat funny, but he doesn't seem to care much.

I simply held up my face, rested my elbows on the hard tabletop, which was not a spare space, and said, "There is no need for this."

Oda Saku looked at me like he was watching a rebellious girl next door who skipped classes every day and bullied the weak. He was full of fatherly love and patiently said to me: "Well, no matter what, you should study hard."

I thought about it, shook my head, with no expression on my face: "I don't think it's useful."

"Should it be the expected answer... But it's normal for you to think so, after all, it's a mafia." Oda Saku said to himself, not sure if he was talking to me or explaining to himself .Not long after, Odasaku said to me abruptly, "Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"

I was a little taken aback, and I couldn't react. Strange to say, this was the first time someone asked me this kind of question, like asking a primary school student what his future dream is.

"No," I said honestly, and then asked him curiously, "Has Oda Saku thought about it?"

Oda let out a "huh" and replied: "It's not 'thinking', it's already decided."

"I'm going to write," said Oda Saku without changing his expression. Although the expression on his face didn't change much, the glint in his eyes made people believe that he was definitely not joking. "Become a writer."

He continued to say succinctly: "For this reason, I have decided not to kill any more."

I don't quite understand: "Why is this? Is there any connection?"

Oda Saku didn't answer my question immediately, but stared at me with very calm eyes, as if staring at the shadow of the past.After a while, he put down the pen in his hand, and handed his open right hand in front of me.

The sunlight coming in from the window is dim and blurry, the sunset is westward, and the night is waiting and coming soon. In the empty school, there are only two or three people who are still in company, and everything else is quiet.The dim sunlight shone on me and Oda Saku, stretching our shadows obliquely at the same time, and the two elongated shadows obliquely reflected on the white wall of the classroom.

His hands were bathed in heavy sunlight.It was a broad, powerful hand with thick calluses accumulated over the years. One could tell from the first glance that it was used to using guns or daggers, and there were deep or shallow scars on both the palm and the back of the hand.This shows that the owner of this hand is very dangerous, even though he is not holding any weapons now.

"For me, writing is creating, creating other people's lives and creating one's own life," said Oda Saku calmly, as if saying something that couldn't be simpler, "but a person who only takes the lives of others It’s impossible. I can’t pick up a pen when I’m holding a gun. The pen is heavier than the gun. So I won’t kill people anymore.”

Hearing this, I remained silent and did not speak. I just raised my hand as Oda Tsukuru did, and looked carefully. Then, as if I had discovered something strange, my eyes fell on Oda Tsukuru again. on the palm of your hand.

I blinked my eyes, and without giving Oda time to react, I stretched out my hand to hold the back of his hand without saying a word, at the same time gently lowered my head, and approached the other's motionless fingertips, carefully He sniffed it carefully twice, as if a wild beast wandering in the wilderness was trying to identify the scent of the same kind.

I recognized it, and said "ah", then raised my eyes, looked at him from bottom to top, and said, "It has the same taste."

Odasaku lowered his eyes, also staring at me, without speaking.After a long time, he blinked his eyes, as if he was a little puzzled: "Uh... is that so? What kind of smell is it?"

"I can't tell," I said, letting go of his hand and looking at my palm intently, "...but it's very similar."

But soon, I changed the subject and shifted my attention to another direction—I put my hands on the table, leaned my upper body slightly forward, and leaned towards Odasaku, and asked him curiously: "Then where are you now?" write?"

"Uh... no, actually it hasn't started yet." Perhaps it was because of my sudden approach and enthusiasm that made Odasaku feel a little embarrassed.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Well, no."

"...What about the main character?"

"No." Odasaku replied seriously and honestly.

"Oh—" I sat back again, holding my cheeks again, with a faint sense of loss in my voice.

At this moment, Odasaku suddenly said, "But..."

He was still looking at me with a lazy look, the light flowing from his eyes was like a river, and the river was coming towards me.He stared at me for a while, then turned his head to look out the window. At this time, a little bird just flew back from afar, landed on the tree trunk outside the window, and bounced back to its nest.

"...Now it seems that there is a candidate for the protagonist." Oda Saku said softly as if talking to himself.

Odasaku turned his head and said to me, "Do you want to know?"

I nodded.

Oda made an "oh" to express his understanding, then handed over a blank math paper, and said earnestly: "Then you finish your homework first."

I:"…………"

"Oh, when did you become so serious?"

Koyo Ozaki combed my hair gently with a wooden comb. She noticed my movement and said a little jokingly.

While Hongye was dressing me up, I took out my thick math exercise book and worked hard.Although I couldn't understand it at first, after Oda Saku and Kunikida's tutoring, I can still solve some simple problems. As long as I use the skills of drawing inferences from one example properly, these things are not too difficult.

While calculating the formulas on the manuscript paper, I replied without thinking: "Well...someone told me that I should study hard to prepare for the future. Although I don't know if it can be used, I still want to give it a try."

Hearing what I said, Hongye stopped dressing me suddenly.

She stroked my hair gently, and said with emotion, "What about the future... It seems that it's time for you to think about this kind of question."

"Has Miss Hongye thought about it too?" I stopped writing, raised my head, and asked the same question.

Hongye tilted her head, and replied: "Well, I thought about it, when I was your age. Then I did stupid things that are absolutely unbearable now for the so-called 'future'."

I quickly realized what Hongye was referring to, so I touched her hand and comforted her in a soft voice: "Men are not good things."

Hongye: "..."

Hongye raised an eyebrow and asked me, "How did you know?"

Of course, she was referring to the fact that she eloped with a stinky man when she was young and ignorant, but was caught on the spot by the former leader.

I thought about it, and replied honestly: "Ah, Zhongya asked me out before and said that he had something very important to say, and he told me about it after drinking a lot of wine. Even so, But I don't think it's good to talk about other people's private affairs in secret, so I gave Chuya a scolding when he came to his senses. Don't worry, he also looks remorseful and remorseful."

Hongye: "..."

Hongye said implicitly: "I think this is not what he regrets."

I tilted my head: "?"

"You know such a shameful thing," Hongye said, raising her sleeves to cover half of her face as if embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "It really makes me lose face. It seems that it should be repaired It’s that brat in one meal.”

I immediately comforted him: "Really? But I don't think it's a shameful thing. It's better to say that Sister Hongye, who once eloped with her beloved without hesitation, is too bold to be cute."

Hearing that, Ozaki Koye showed half of her equally bright face from behind the wide and gorgeous kimono sleeves. She looked at me clearly with dim eyes, and asked softly: "What about you? You will do it with me?" Same thing?"

I thought about it carefully, then shook my head.

"It's impossible," I said blankly, "I won't run away, and I won't fall in love with the man who will let me run away, like a mouse in the gutter... Ah, I didn't say Miss Hongye Bad eyesight."

"Actually, there is something wrong with my eyesight." Hongye didn't care too much, she continued to ask, "But I'm a little curious, what kind of person would you like?"

I started to think again, and when I was about to open my mouth to speak, I stopped, turned my face to the direction of the door, and saw Alice standing there with her hands on the door frame, her hairy golden hair The little head poked out the door, staring at me and Hongye intently with two jade-like eyes, eavesdropping very seriously.

"It's little Alice," Hongye waved at her, "I was so focused on the chat that I didn't notice it. How long have you been waiting at the door?"

Alice ran over, threw herself into my arms, raised her face and said to me, "Rin Taro, let me hurry up, the banquet time is about to begin."

Hongye was a little dissatisfied: "The demeanor of a woman is not so easy to decorate."

The banquet that Alice mentioned is actually a business gathering between mafia organizations and companies that specialize in supporting mafia activities. Since I am the adopted daughter of a mafia leader, I also want to pack myself like an exquisite doll Just show up.

"The annual mafia party is boring," said Momiji, who changed into my kimono and combed my hair in a bun, and began to apply the same makeup on my face as hers, "but pay attention to their words and deeds. It's very important, maybe you can know some little secrets."

I nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'm very good at finding information."

"Speaking of which, there is another interesting thing." Hongye suddenly remembered something and said to me with a smile.

I tilted my head, and Hongye continued: "The person who the organizers always try to curry favor with has never participated in this kind of gathering. He said that he hates crowds. There was once a leader of an organization who tried to hook up with him. So I went to visit in person, but was broken and all the bones in my body were thrown out."

I blinked, and unconsciously said the question: "Who is that person?"

Momiji told me, "Kyoya Hibari."

The author has something to say: The school belle finally appeared...a name! ! !

However, Xiaohua still won't go online hehehehe, because he hates gatherings [Hey]

But there will be another person who forcibly goes online hehehehehehe

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