I'm really the Chosen One

Until the end, Hanyu Ryo was not able to refuse Chuya's invitation.

Lying on the bed, Hanyu turned on the phone with a guilty conscience. He said he would go back soon, but he didn't go back immediately. He would definitely be reprimanded, and what was even more frightening was that his salary might be deducted.

After finding the latest contact, I flicked my index finger a few times hesitantly, and then clicked down. There was almost no response time, and the connection was quickly connected there, as if I had already picked up the phone and was waiting for him. The dial is the same.

"Ango... yes, I won't go back today!"

The voice over there was calm and lifeless, Ryo Hanyu answered Ango's question simply, and then heard the death question from his superior.

"Are you with that gravity user? Give him your phone!"

With a thump in his heart, what should he do if he was caught by his superiors on the spot interacting with cadres of hostile forces? Hanyu Ryo told himself to hold on tight and not panic, he still has help!

"Anwu, I didn't mean to hide it from you... Want to talk about something serious? I'll give him the phone right away!"

Scratching his hair, to be honest, he was also a little curious about what business needs to be discussed between the Esoteric Secret Service and the port Mafia. Could it be to talk about how to make the mafia no longer violent?

His mind was full of unconstrained ideas, but Ryo Hanyu also knew it was impossible, so he simply crossed his legs and headed towards the bathroom, "—Chuya, someone is looking for you!"

"Ah Liang, what's the matter?" Walking out of the bathroom wiping his hair, Nakahara Zhong also saw the mobile phone in front of him. The screen showed that he was on a call, and the caller's signature was "Adorer"!

Almost the moment he saw the words clearly, Zhong Yuanzhong wanted to blow the head of the person opposite him, what kind of worshiper?Shouldn't this kid worship him?

"It's Ango, he has something to discuss with you."

Startled for a moment, then hooked the corners of his lips in a clear way, and Zhongyuan Zhong also gently flicked his slightly long hair with his fingers, raised a few crystal drops of water, and casually threw the towel on the table next to him.

"Is there a problem?"

A very frivolous sentence, as if showing off something, the knuckles holding the phone turned white, Ango Sakaguchi tapped the table with his pen cap, his voice was always calm.

"I just came to remind you not to do strange things to my subordinates!"

With a sneer, he sat directly on the edge of the bed, probably because he had just taken a shower, his movements were a little indescribably lazy, and his voice became even more foolish, "What's so strange? Your boss is too concerned about it." Is it wide?"

There was deterrence in the voice, and Ango Sakaguchi now regretted letting the boy go in the afternoon, "He is now a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and he is still a minor. You don't want to cause any trouble because of this!"

Hanging up the phone neatly, not even bothering to reply to the last sentence, Nakahara also leaned his body in front of Ryo Hanyu who was looking at him with wide eyes, rubbed the top of his head, his eyes were a little deep, "Ah Ryo, grow your hair quickly Well, then I'll..."

Swallowing the last sentence in his stomach at the right time, Zhongyuan Zhong also sighed, now is not the time.

"This is beyond my control!" Slowly, lying down and flattening his body into a big character, Hanyu Ryo murmured, and found water droplets dripping on his face, "Sleep without drying your hair, It's going to be a headache."

He said these words naturally. Most of Ryo Hanyu's common sense of life comes from the concern of his senior brother and Master Yiyan for him in the early years. He also learned some under the influence of his ears and eyes. Now he is able to take care of a person who is about his age in this way. , is also quite novel.

Wipe the hair evenly with strength, and the plan to go to the bathroom to re-dry the hair was abandoned. Nakahara Chuya bent his arms back to support his body, adopting a posture more suitable for a teenager.

When Chuya walked into the room just now, he saw that there were many dense scars on the skin exposed from the large neckline of the bathrobe, and he pursed his mouth in frustration, he should not be allowed to take a bath.

"The medicine on my body has been washed off, what should I do?"

"It's okay, it just looks a little scary, but it's not serious, it's just an ordinary flesh injury!"

Nakahara is not lying, the torture department is in charge of Koyo Ozaki, as we all know, the cadres of Hongye have always taken good care of Nakahara.

Reluctantly lifted the quilt and lay down, the blond boy got into the bed watching his movements, Nakahara supported his cheek with one hand, he really didn't feel any pain, "I'm really fine!"

The brown-haired boy's eyes didn't seem to be talking about panic, Hanyu Ryo finally lay peacefully on the bed, he only had one wish, and that was to hope that Zhongye could sleep more honestly, at least not to punch and kick him.

Looking at a good person, how can he sleep so hard?

"Chuya, I want to say something to you before going to bed."

The blond boy pinched the quilt with both hands, leaving only a pair of green eyes and hair tips outside, looking straight at the ceiling calmly and without waves.

Unconsciously infected by the boy's emotions, Zhong Yuanzhong also swallowed a little nervously, a cluster of hope sparked in his heart, could it be that the boy accepted his confession and started to respond now?

Hanyu's cold face suddenly wrinkled, this was his last line, "Please don't kick me while I'm sleeping!"

A short sentence vividly expresses the youth's resentment. Zhongyuan Zhong also felt the embarrassment he hadn't felt in a long time while his hope was lost, "...I will try my best!"

He can't control his sleeping position, and he is so strong outside, the shortcoming of sleeping is really insulting his reputation.

"Go to sleep!" With a light cough, he turned around to face Ryo Hanu, stretched out his arms to embrace the boy in his arms, completely ignored the boy's protest, and then closed his eyes.

Pushed and pulled a little, but couldn't shake the arm that was holding him. Through a layer of quilt, the red-haired boy patted him, as if he was coaxing a child to sleep.

"Don't sleep, do you want to do something else? Like last time?"

The sharp and vigorous face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, Hanyu Ryo could hear the frightening words uttered from the mouth of the red-haired boy who kept opening and closing, his heart might not be able to bear it again!

Both legs bent and shrunk down, and then the whole person got into the quilt, Hanyu Ryo became quiet, and Nakahara smiled with satisfaction.

After a while, the breathing of the person next to him gradually calmed down, he must have fallen asleep, Hanyu Ryo retreated again, took a breath, and then carefully moved the red-haired boy's arm, for fear of waking him up.

So heavy, only ghosts can sleep!

The moonlight peeked out through the gaps in the curtains. It was not bright, but it was just enough for Hanyu Ryo to see the face of the red-haired boy clearly. Zhong Zhong, who closed his eyes and slept peacefully, also looked a little unexpectedly well-behaved, as if a large animal suddenly peeled off the scary face. camouflage, revealing the soft fur.

I stretched out my hand and carefully traced the curves of his facial features, but I didn't dare to touch his face directly, and I didn't think about the purpose of this move in my mind. There was no reason, but I just wanted to do it suddenly.

Feeling drowsy, Hanyu Ryo yawned, he still couldn't understand what Chuya said about love, but it didn't affect him falling asleep.

When the room returned to tranquility, Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes. The blond boy had really fallen asleep and opened his mouth slightly.

There are some dark spots under his eyes, it should be because he has stayed up late recently, and Zhong Yuanzhong has long heard that the people in the Supernatural Secret Service Division are a group of workaholics, and staying up all night is not a problem, so he secretly cursed with some distress.

Wasn't this stinking brat pretty lazy in port Mafia before?How to change a place to become stupid.

In fact, it is not the case. Hanyu Ryo is very well taken care of by his seniors in the Special Ability Division. One reason for staying up late is that he is embarrassed to watch his boss work overtime and rest on his own. The other reason is that the game has been updated recently, and he can't stop.

The arms that held him tightened even more, and Zhongya put the boy's forehead on his chest, and closed his eyes again.

In any case, he will not give up on what he decides!

Without work and game consoles, Ryo Hanyu slept soundly, opened his eyes in the past time, his brain was empty, relying on the inertia of his body, Ryo Hanyu squinted his eyes and wanted to sit up.

After his head was pushed down, Ryo Hanyu realized that he was lying in Chuya's arms, the chin of the red-haired boy rested on his forehead, and his voice was hoarse after waking up.

"Don't move around, sleep a little longer!"

Unable to think at all, Hanyu Ryo lay on the bed happily, "...Okay!"

Work or something, put it aside first!

"Senior Central Plains?" Pushing his sunglasses, Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at the blond boy in the street in astonishment, showing no sign of shyness.

"Akutagawa!"

Keenly aware of the gaze being watched, Nakahara Zhong also took a closer look, nodded slightly, and greeted him, not at all conscious that he was in contact with the opposing supernatural secret service and was discovered by his juniors.

After smoothing the boy's irregularly buttoned collar, Zhong Yuanzhong also made a little request of his own, "From now on, we must go home and live!"

Hanyu Ryo doesn't know what's wrong, he can't resist Chuya's eyes at all now, he couldn't control it as soon as he said a serious rejection, "It's not up to me...well, I'll try my best..."

Akutagawa: Is this really good?

Looking at the Hong Kong and black cadres and the staff of the supernatural secret service who are openly showing affection in broad daylight, and they are also in the same car, he really doesn't know what expression to make, this world is really fantasy.

Sitting in the co-pilot, this scene of being picked up and sent to and from get off work reminded Ryo Hanyu of a certain idol drama he had watched, and a strange feeling arose spontaneously, "Aren't you afraid of being blown up by Dazai again?"

He pressed his hat to hide his hideous face. His favorite motorcycle died yesterday, less than a week after his death. Except for the enemy and the dead mackerel, no one dared to install a bomb on his car.

This bomb|bomb didn't kill him, it could only be the bastard Dazai!

"No, he won't blow you up!" Turning the key to start the car, he still has this confidence. He and Dazai have the same emotion of wanting to punish each other, but he won't hurt Ryo Hanyu for it!

If Dazai really installed explosives now, he will definitely put him in the intensive care unit again when he goes back!

Coughing a few times in a muffled voice, Akutagawa Ryunosuke covered his lips and planned to leave this place of right and wrong pretending not to see, when he heard an unnatural collision with vigilance, which came from the red car that had just started.

"--senior!"

There were not many pedestrians gathered on the street in the early morning, but the huge explosion still attracted many spectators. Regardless of the scorching flames, Ryunosuke Akutagawa cut off the deformed car door with Rashomon.

nobody!

His face became horrified, and Akutagawa turned on his cell phone and dialed a number, "Mr. Dazai, Mr. Nakahara... and Ryo Hanu from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, they are under attack!"

Nakahara also experienced the feeling of being slapped in the face for the first time, and it came so quickly, he wanted to hug Ryo Hanyu and rush out, but the moment his finger touched the boy, he felt a strange force sucking the two of them together. past.

Fuck, being plotted so thoroughly!