Kneeling and begging to live past the age of 18

"Naranga, what happened to your forehead?"

His cousin finally came back, Miki Nozomi raised his eyes and saw a big purple spot in the middle of his forehead.

"Have you hit it?"

How can you make your forehead purple like this and still have such a big bag?

"No, no, it's just that Fugo was careless when they were together!"

Raising his hand, he touched the bag on his forehead that Fugo had photographed, and Naranja smirked.

"I asked Fuge to teach me my homework today, but I feel that Fuge is not as good as your cousin at all."

"Let Fugo teach? It's very good."

After getting closer to confirm that Nalanka's forehead was only a little purple, and nothing else from me, Miki Nozomi was also relieved.

After all, he is a boy, and now he has joined a gang, bumps and bumps are inevitable.

However, what Miki Nozomi didn't expect was that in the next few days, Nalanja's forehead not only didn't heal, but even worsened.

It looked like he would knock his forehead every day, but Nalanja himself had a smirk on his face.

Miki Nozomi felt that she couldn't let go.

Not to mention that she knows that Nalanja has no missions recently, even if she has, it is impossible to have a mission dedicated to knocking her head for several days in a row.

On this day, it was very fair and aboveboard, and Miki Nozomi brought a few small gifts and was going to see what was going on with Naranja recently.

As soon as she entered the restaurant where the leader of the Bugarati team was stationed, she heard an irritable voice faintly coming from a certain private room.

"I've told you this formula several times! Didn't I just tell you yesterday? You actually forgot for me today! Naranga, is your brain made of goldfish?"

"I just don't remember..."

"Then you mentally handicapped give me some brains!"

Miki Nozomi: "..."

In an instant, Miki Nozomi's expression froze, she smiled apologetically at the waiter brother, and walked straight towards the box that made the sound.

"Crack-"

The sound of the door opening failed to attract the attention of the two people in the room at all. They were still glaring at each other. Even Fugo was still angrily slapping the table, holding a fork in the other hand and was about to smash into Naranja's head.

"Goldfish are smarter than you! It's just division, how can you always be wrong!"

"that is……"

"No but!"

At this moment, a third voice cut in.

"Sorry to bother you."

The girl's voice made the two of them turn their heads quickly. With Naranja's expression suddenly lit up, Miki Nozomi held the fork with one hand, stepped forward to block Naranja's front, and spoke politely yet seriously.

"Although Nalanga has rough skin and thick flesh, please don't be too 'severe' if possible."

I thought it was you boys playing around, but...

Fugo: "..."

The brown eyes were clear and calm, which quickly calmed down the mind that had been angered by Nalanka. Fuge took a deep breath and relaxed his hand holding the fork.

In any case, it was one thing for Naranga to be angry, but another for him to do it.Although he and Naranja will basically reconcile quickly afterwards, it is very embarrassing to be directly caught by other parents now.

Naranja behind Miki Nozomi was full of surprise.

"Cousin—cousin, why are you here?"

He quickly stood up and surrounded Miki Nozomi with surprise on his face.

"Cousin, are you here to see me? You must have come to see me, right?"

"Yes, because Naranja really makes people worry."

Raising his hand and poking Naranja's bruised forehead, Miki Nozomi sighed.

To tell the truth, she can fully understand Fugo's irritability. After all, teaching Naranja is really exhausting.

"Naranja is really in trouble these days."

His eyes shifted from Naranja to Fuge, and Miki Nozomi spoke sincerely.

"I know that Naranja is really not good at studying, it's really hard work."

I have warned myself and I have warned that Naranja is so irritating that the other party can persist for such a long time without giving up. It really has perseverance.

"No, it's my problem..."

It's just that Fuge can't control his temper easily, but he himself is usually very calm and reasonable. Hearing Miki Nozomi's words, he immediately apologized.

"I shouldn't have done anything to Naranja."

He knew very well that according to the anger value at that time, if Miki Nozomi hadn't come in, the fork would probably have pierced Nalanga's head.

"I know it's my problem."

Seeing the friendly atmosphere, Naranja also had a good attitude.

After all, my cousin didn't see it, but if Fuge really hit him, he would probably resist and end up losing both.

In the end, the three sat together in harmony.

"What did you bring, cousin?"

Seeing the things that Miki was carrying, Nalanja was full of curiosity, but Sanmu Nozo handed one of them to Fuge and smiled.

"A small gift for Fugo and Bugarati, thank them for their daily care."

Otherwise, Naranja, you silly child, would have been thrown to do the task long ago instead of continuing to go to school.

"For me...?"

Fuge, who had never received anything called a gift since leaving the family, stared blankly at the gift bag placed in front of his eyes, feeling a little dazed.

Wait, why is there such a thing as a gift?

"The new product of the mother-in-law of the western dessert shop has not been sold yet."

Miki Nozomi shook the small bag slightly, calling back Fuge's sanity, he stared at the small paper bag silently for several seconds, and finally took it silently.

"thanks……"

Miki replied with a smile.

"I hope you like it."

After all, he is a child younger than Naranja. Although he is more mature than Naranja, he is still a child after all.

"Where's mine?"

Pulling Miki Nozomi's sleeve, Naranja was full of anticipation.

"The new dessert must have my share, right?"

"Naranga's does exist, but that's after the homework is done."

Looking down at Naranja's half-finished homework, Nozomi Miki tapped the question with her fingertips, and then calmly opened a paper bag with a bright smile.

"It seems that Naranja's course really needs to be taken up quickly, and I have prepared some things for you in advance that you must use."

Nalanja's face turned pale instantly with his cousin's cold smile that appeared only at certain special occasions. He turned his head almost tremblingly, looking at the paper bag with horror in his eyes.

"No, no, no need!"

Naranja even stuttered.

"I'm fast! I'll fix it soon! I don't think I'll need it!!!"

"Whether you use it or not depends on you, Naranga."

Putting the paper bag containing the homemade cakes on the table, and placed it on the top of the homework, Miki Nozomi pulled the chair very naturally, sat next to Naranga's seat, and greeted Naranga with a smile.

"Okay, Naranga, let's get on with the old rules."

Wrong three questions, eat a piece of cake_(:з」∠)_

Naranja: "..."

Doomed……

Return my surprise just now!Why do you have to worry about homework after becoming a mafia? OTZ

Knowing that he couldn't escape, Nalanka sat back in the chair bitterly, his whole body was full of urgency.

You must not be wrong! ! !

In the following time, Fuge watched the "Nalanja Enlightenment Scene" directly.

It was completely different from the original scene that could piss him off. Naranja became extremely cautious in an instant. Even if he asked Miki Nozomi three or five times, he would calculate carefully before writing the answer nervously.

As for Miki Nozomi, even if she was asked several times by Nalanga, she would explain it patiently, as if she was taking care of a three-year-old child...

It's a completely different path from him.

The point is, she's really not angry!Not even a little impatient!She didn't want to hit Naranja!

This unscientific!

Fuge, who wished to take out Nalanja's brain and rebuild it every time, touched his chin, thinking that Nalanja was really lucky, no wonder he kept talking about his cousin.

A cousin with such a good temper is something that most people would never dare to think about, right?Not to mention short-term protection!

Thinking of Miki Nozomi's previous words, Fuge couldn't help repeating in his heart.

Naranja what kind of luck is this?Is it true that God likes to be silly?

An hour passed, and Naranja finally finished his math homework.With the homework book in Miki Shina's hands, it was easy to announce Naranja's mistake.

"Five mistakes, almost two dollars."

Shaking his head regretfully, Nozomi Miki pointed at a certain bag, and the corners of his lips curled up like demons in Naranga's eyes.

"Then Naranja read the wrong question first or ate it first?"

How could it be possible to eat first?No matter how you think about this kind of thing, it can be delayed for a while!

"Do the question!"

Naranja, who always hated doing the questions, chose to do the questions without hesitation, and said something against his will.

"Don't talk about my cousin, I love studying!"

Fugo:? ? ?

This is Naranja?Don't be transferred, right? ? ?

Looking inexplicably at Nalanja, who seemed to have become a good student, Fuge took a look in the paper bag that Nalanka kept a secret, and found that it was really an ordinary pastry.

The shape is normal, the color is normal, even the smell is... probably normal.

So why is Naranja afraid of being like this?

Just when he was wondering, Miki Nozomi's cell phone rang suddenly, and until she left the room, Naranja, who was still fighting high just now, collapsed like a slime, muttering to himself.

"Ah, it's over, why did I still make five mistakes? It shouldn't be! You have worked so hard!"

"Five ways are already very good..."

Fugo couldn't help but speak.

"Your previous accuracy rate was not even half."

If it weren't for Naranja who was so scared that he almost ran away from the door, he would have suspected that Naranja was really playing him before.

Or it was done just to annoy him.

"I think this thing is quite normal, what about you?"

Miki Nozomi finally left.Fuge was finally able to get close, he approached the bag of pastries, and even sniffed it cautiously, and found that even the smell was very normal.

Cakes are at most sugar or something too much, no matter how you think about it, you can't eat it, right?

"Normal? Are you out of your mind, Fugo?"

Lifting his body with a swipe, Nalanja rolled his eyes, revealing a clever expression of a little clever ghost.

"In that case, Fugo, you can try it."

He pushed the bag next to Fogo, his voice very generous.

"I promise, Fugo, if you eat it, you will see a group of bread flying in the sky!"

Fugo:? ? ?

So what exactly is this description!

but……

Looking at the "normal" pastry, Fuge's curiosity still surged, and he slowly stretched out his hand to the pastry.

The author has something to say:

Fugo!Don't hahahaha!