Kneeling and begging to live past the age of 18

Naranja was still told by Bugarati to go to school.

Although he joined the gang, but for Naranga's situation, Bugarati obviously didn't want him to drop out of school and work for the gang.As a team member with a stand-in, he wouldn't be able to do those busy and tiring tasks.

"But have we become a trusteeship here?"

Looking at Naranja who was doing homework in the restaurant after school for the first time, Fuge felt that he really couldn't bear it.

"Naranga, can't you go back to your home and write these extremely simple things?"

The homework was so simple that he could get the answer just by hearing the questions, but Naranja actually had to calculate for a long time before he could get the answer.

The point is that he can still calculate wrong!How could he bear this as a top student?

"Why can't you write it here? Fuge, you care too much!"

Naranja raised his head from his homework, and the entanglement of the problem that he had just calculated was still on his face.

"And if I can go home and finish writing, I will go home."

Cousin isn't better than Fuge?

"Can't go home?"

Bugarati on the side looked at Naranja.

"Did something happen?"

For Naranja who never leaves his cousin, it is really surprising that he voluntarily said "I can't go home".

"Actually, it's because my cousin has been cooking recently."

Thinking of the food made by Miki Nozomi, even Naranja, who is so controlling by her sister, couldn't help but tremble.

"Obviously my cousin cooks at most once a month, but I don't know why these two days, I am addicted to developing ham."

Although he didn't mean to let him and Giorno eat it, as soon as he saw it, he really felt that he couldn't bear it.

The psychological shadow is too deep OTZ

"Cooking?"

Bucciarati was lost in thought.

Could it be...it was really unpalatable to the point where Nalanja couldn't help running away?But from what I know, it's unlikely.

Miki Nozomi is a popular presence in all food-related stores, and she has given countless opinions, and there are so many newly developed dishes and desserts. This area is famous for its special delicacies.

"It's cooking!"

Naranja nodded affirmatively.

"Absolutely, absolutely will die!"

"Speaking of which, I've wanted to ask for a long time."

Fugo, who was sitting across from Naranja, became suspicious.

"How unpalatable is it to be able to die?"

After all, it's not like he didn't dig through the trash can to find something to eat, and Nalanja also had this experience, but he still said such words.

Could it be worse than the one in the trash can?

"that is……"

Naranja frowned and thought about it, and described it seriously.

"The kind that can make people see heaven and hell, a group of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep charging towards you, and bread and cheese all flying in the sky!"

Bugarati:? ? ?

Fugo:? ? ?

What the hell is this to describe?

"In short, I'd better not do homework at home these two days."

Naranja sighed rather vicissitudes.

Otherwise, if my cousin threatens me with food because of homework, I think I will really eat it with my own ability!

but……

"Speaking of which, Fuge, you are very powerful!"

Turning his eyes, he saw Fugo whose mouth was twitching. Nalanja suddenly remembered what Bugarati said when he rejected him.

Fugo, college!

Myself, junior high school!

It shows that Fuge has absolutely no problem with these questions he wrote!

Thinking of this, Nalanja had expectations in his eyes.

"Fugo, teach me to do my homework! Please!"

Fugo: "..."

Why should I teach you to do your homework? Hey!

Just about to refuse directly, Bugarati suddenly spoke.

"Fugo, just help Naranja."

Bugarati, who felt that this matter was conducive to emotional integration, decided to help speak.

"Naranja has been struggling for an hour."

Fugo: "..."

So why should I be reduced to a nanny!

He looked at Buccarati who had said such words, and then at Naranja's expectant look.In the end, Fugo still couldn't say no.

He stood up and took the initiative to sit on the chair next to Naranja, looking at the homework.

"Looks like multiplication is fine, Nalanka, you...can't divide!"

"I will!"

Naranja wanted to defend, but was defeated by Fugo's "Are you sure?" gaze.

"Okay, division is a little bit off, but that's because my cousin didn't have time to teach me more."

Because I was anxious to join Bugarati here, I followed a lot, and then went to the test again, and only recently returned to school, failing several subjects.

Mathematics was put last because it was too difficult.

"You know how to multiply, how can you not divide?"

Fuge was quite puzzled.

Obviously, the two can be said to be similar things, at most, it is enough to change the way of thinking.

"never mind."

Thinking of Naranja's sudden whim, Fuge decided not to pursue it.

"Anyway, let's do it again as long as you know the wrong question."

Such a simple thing, he Fuge can teach it right away?

Facts have proved that Fugo's thinking is too simple.

He overestimated his own endurance and underestimated Naranja's "genius".

"I ask again, what is 6÷3?"

Naranja looked at Fugo who was desperately enduring something suspiciously, and answered as a matter of course.

"6÷3...is 2."

"Then you can't figure out 336÷3 Naranja?"

"Of course I do!"

Naranja picked up a pen and wrote the answer directly on it.

【22】

Fugo: "..."

The same purple eyes as Naranja's darkened instantly, and Fugo broke the pen in his hand with a click, and his whole person instantly became gloomy.

"Fogg? Isn't that right?"

Nalanga didn't notice the change in Fuge at all, and even asked happily.

"I must be doing something right, right?"

Fugo: "..."

Fuge showed a distorted expression, raised his hand and pressed Naranja's head, and slammed it on the homework book with a bang.

"Damn it!!!"

Bowing his head and approaching Naranja who was pressed on the table under the quilt, Fuge couldn't control his sudden irritability at all, wishing to hammer Naranja to death.

"I said, are you playing with me? How could 336÷3 be 22? How could it be 22???"

"What are you doing, Fugo?"

Seeing Fuge's fork on his homework book, even piercing through the textbook, Naranja was instantly angry.

"This is my cousin's book!"

My cousin specially wrote a book with notes and notes for herself! ! !

Apart from anything else, he picked up the knife on the table with the other hand, and with sharp eyes, Nalanja pressed the knife against Fugo's heart.

"I warn you to let me go!"

Otherwise go to hell and apologize for this book!

Fugo: "..."

Naranja: "..."

The two people stared at each other in the current posture, neither of them would give way.After a while, Bugarati, who went out and came back at the door, looked at the picture in the room and felt something was wrong.

"What are you doing?"

He was answered by two voices in unison.

"It's all Naranja's fault!"

"It's all Fugo's fault!"

After speaking, the two stared at each other childishly.

Bugarati: "..."

The bad feeling deepened...

"In short. Let's separate first."

Putting one hand on a person's shoulder, Buccarati separated the two people who were fighting, and then repeated the question.

"Fugo, aren't you teaching Naranja homework? Why did you start fighting?"

"Nalanga is just playing with people!"

Fugo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"336÷3 he actually said it was 22! And he still looks like he owes a fight!"

He really deeply doubted how Naranja learned multiplication.Where did his cousin come from as an "angel"?Wasn't Naranja mad at him?

"If it's not right to Fugo, why don't you just say it's not right, why do you still do it?"

Naranja picked up his book, pointed at the pages that were torn through by a fork, and was indignant.

"My cousin's book! My cousin wrote a lot for me!"

Bugarati took a closer look, and found that the book in Nalanga's hand was indeed as he said, with many annotations on the pages, so straightforward that people could understand it at a glance. Langa.

Fuge could also see the specified pages clearly. Fuge, who had regained his composure, rubbed his forehead and took the initiative to admit his mistake.

"Sorry Naranja, I shouldn't have done this."

He's real, he can't control his tantrums when he gets agitated.At the beginning, it was because there was really no way to control it that he did the thing of beating the scumbag professor to death.

"Actually... I begged you to help me..."

Looking awkwardly at Fugo, Naranja spoke emphatically.

"But Fugo, as long as you don't move my book, everything else will be fine."

The two got back together and happily worked on the questions together, Bugarati was very pleased.

However, 10 minutes later, the tragedy reappeared.

"boom--"

Fugo couldn't help it again.

"66÷3 is equal to 112? Nalanja, you really are playing with me!!!"

"Why are you so angry, Fugo?"

Rubbing his forehead that was patted on the table, Naranja spoke angrily.

"Even if I make a mistake, I can't beat my head! What if I am fooled?"

"Where do you think you are smart?"

The whole person was pulled by Bugarati, and Fugo took another deep breath to calm himself down.

Don't be angry, don't be angry, this is a companion, a companion!

"I'm fine Bucciarati."

Sitting on the chair again, Fuge's face was deep.

"Now, Naranga, please tell me."

His eyes are full of seriousness.

"About how exactly your cousin taught you multiplication."

He didn't believe it anymore, your cousin never hit you!To tell the truth, he already fully understood how annoying Naranja was, even the best-tempered person couldn't bear him.

Fuge nodded silently in his heart.

Absolutely no one can stand it without hitting him!

"Is it a normal teaching?"

Naranja curled her lips and even let out a beep.

"I think it's Fuge, you're not good enough, right? My cousin never hit me, she never even scolded me, I haven't learned multiplication yet."

"Haven't hit you?"

Fugo asked back in disbelief.

"Haven't even scolded you yet???"

Does Miki Nozomi have no temper?Obviously it doesn't look like that, does it?

"Of course not, my cousin is reluctant to beat me."

Naranja even proudly raised her chest and raised her head, her face full of pride.

"That's why Fuge is not good enough, you are not as good as my cousin at all."

Fugo: "..."

I really need to be beaten, my fist is hard, I want to hit someone...

and……

I'm not good enough?I could go to college at 13!You, who failed in division, say I'm not good enough? ? ?

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I found Fuge really fun (bushi/ZiyanWarning.jpg)