Kneeling and begging to live past the age of 18

Time passed by a little bit, and this year soon passed, and the Bugarati team, which had already formed a tacit understanding, once again ushered in a newcomer.

"Don't worry, the people in the team are very nice."

Leading Mista to the restaurant, Bugarati vaccinated Mista in advance.

"But there will be this... well, tradition."

Speaking of this, Buccarati seemed to think of something, and even his voice had a strange feeling.

"If I let you eat biscuits, don't worry, you'll be fine after eating them. I promise, the biscuits are made of normal ingredients."

"biscuit?"

Mista, who had just passed the test and officially joined, looked bewildered.

"You join the tradition by eating biscuits?"

Since Bugarati guarantees that the ingredients are normal, how can you think that they are all ordinary biscuits?

"Anyway, you will understand Mista in the future."

Taking Mista to the door of the private room, Buccarati listened to the faint arguments coming from inside, opened the door as usual, and saw the scene of Naranja and Fugo slapping the table loudly at a glance.

"You all be quiet."

Bugarati walked into the room and successfully made the movements of the three people in the room freeze.

"This is the new member I said a few days ago that I would join. The name is Gerd Mista."

Mista stepped forward knowingly, ready to introduce herself.

"If you want to address me, just call me Mista, I..."

In the middle of speaking, when his eyes swept across the table, he suddenly saw something.

etc!What did he see!Why are there four biscuits! ! !

He blinked his eyes in disbelief, but the 4, which symbolizes the unfortunate number, was still on the table, making Mista subconsciously take a step back, in disbelief.

"It's too bad! It's the first day I joined, and I tried to avoid it when I came, why do I still see the number of 4!"

He, Mista, was born to fight against 4 fouls!As long as something forms a 4, nothing good will happen!

"Huh? 4?"

Naranja looked at this nervous new member suspiciously, and followed his gaze to the table.

"What 4?"

Just the teapot quilt cake and the biscuits I specially brought for the new members?

Thinking of biscuits, Naranja felt angry all over.

All the things that were agreed were stuffed into the mouths of new members, but in the end, you said, "I happen to be running out of mine soon." "It's very timely, Naranga, I'll take two yuan to use." All of a sudden. Just get the cookies and there's only so much left!

What kind of biscuits do you treat as my cousin!Is it not enough for you to waste? (shock——)

"Didn't you see that big 4!"

If Bugarati hadn't stopped him, Mista would have wanted to leave the box with 4 at this moment.

"Is there something wrong with this person?"

Fuge complained bluntly, and even pointed to Bugarati with his eyes, and there was a clear sentence in those purple eyes.

'Buggarati, you won't bring in people with abnormal brains, will you?One silly Naranga is enough for us here. '

Bugarati: "..."

No, Mista is just a little sensitive to 4...

Bugarati, who knew a lot about Mista for a long time, sighed in his heart, stepped forward to pick up a biscuit and put it in his pocket, and turned his head to comfort him.

"Wake up, it's three yuan now, it's okay."

"……Oh."

He replied dryly, and Mista, who originally wanted to say that it would be unlucky to take the fourth piece, decided to silence it.

Otherwise, I always feel that I may be beaten, and the eyes of the three people opposite are a bit unfriendly...

"So... Hate 4?"

No matter how she understood Buccarati's behavior, Naranca saw that the biscuit was missing one biscuit and turned into three biscuits, and turned to look at Mista with a bit of mischievous curiosity in her eyes.

"Isn't all 4 okay? Then I'm talking about a bunch of 4, such as 4444444."

While speaking, Naranja even compared both hands to look like 4, and raised them high.

Mista: "..."

I think you want to persecute me and have actual proof!

"Okay, stop playing Naranga."

It was Fuge who stopped Nalanja's behavior, but it wasn't because he cared about his new teammates, but because he was afraid that his new teammates would be driven away by Nalanja's anger and not eat the special biscuits. _(:з」∠)_

"Mista, I'm Pannakoda Fugo, just call me Fugo."

Saying that, Fugo pushed the small plate with the biscuits towards Mista.

"Come on, let's eat."

In an instant, even Apache, who had been silent all this time, turned his head and looked towards Mista without blinking.

Mista: ...?

Mista looked at Fugo, who seemed kind and friendly, then at Bugarati who he ordered when he entered the door, and finally, at the biscuit that was pushed over.

Now the three biscuits look very normal, no matter the color or shape, there is nothing wrong with it.

Mista picked up a piece suspiciously, without thinking too much, and threw it into his mouth without saying a word.

In the next second, he was completely motionless.

A strange taste bloomed on the tip of the tongue, and the scene in his eyes was suddenly blurred. Mista opened his eyes blankly, only seeing a sea of ​​numbers in front of him.

012356789, no 4.

Gosh!No 4!Is this heaven?

Tang Yang was in the "Paradise", and after an unknown amount of time, Feng Mista gradually recovered, and what he heard was Nalanja's voice asking questions.

"What else? How did you hide after wetting the bed when you were four?"

Mista:? ? ?

Wait a minute, what the hell?What bedwetting?

Mista, who was completely unaware of being asked about the black history when he fell into the illusion, was stunned, and his first reaction was to refute.

"What bedwetting? I didn't wet the bed until I was four!"

grass!How did this kid know about this!impossible!I never said it myself!

"Huh? Sober?"

Contrary to Mista, Naranja sighed regretfully.

"This new product is so fast."

Mista:? ? ?

Don't you feel the need to explain it to me!

In the end, Mista gradually integrated into the Bugarati team, and even because of his own cheerful personality, he quickly got along with the simple Nalanja.

It's just that recently, compared to usual, something is wrong with him.

"So what are you worrying about, Mista?"

Asking Mista a question again and getting no reply, Naranja poked Mista's body with his arm and questioned.

"I called you several times and you didn't respond."

"Huh? Oh, sorry Naranja."

Mista, who reacted, sighed, leaning on his face with one hand, looking rather melancholy.

"I met a girl on the street a few days ago."

"Girls!"

Naranja screamed out, attracting the attention of Apache who hadn't paid attention to this side.

"what happened?"

Fugo jumped into the topic instantly.

"Girl, what then?"

"Foreign face, petite and small, very cute, with very beautiful eyes!"

As a traditional Italian male, Mista loves life, likes beautiful things, and is quite romantic.When you meet a beautiful girl on the street, you can't help but strike up a conversation, and you will sincerely admire her beauty.

Well, but many people call this kind of behavior hooliganism (cough).

"Just a few days ago, on the 4th, I was not going to go out, but after I had to go out because of some things, I lost my wallet when I had to pay."

There will be no good things with 4!

"and then?"

Naranja asked enthusiastically.

"You met that girl?"

"Yes, she really is an angel!"

Having said that, Mista's eyes lit up a little.

"She was super kind to help me pay the money and smiled at me, but I just watched her leave without catching up to thank me because I was so dazed."

It's such a failure, at least I should say that the other party's brown eyes are beautiful!In the end, I didn't even say a word...

Are you really an Italian man?What a failure!

"You are really lucky to be paid by a girl, Mista."

Fugo rubbed his chin, guessing.

"For foreigners, most of them came to Naples for tourism, right?"

After all, Naples has a very good climate and beautiful scenery. In recent years, more and more people are traveling.

Mista: "..."

Visible to the naked eye, Mista lowered a little.

Naranja immediately followed Fugo's words.

"If you come here for a trip, you will leave after a few days of shopping, right?"

Traveling is basically just leaving after playing around.

Mista: "..."

Mista was even more depressed.

"According to what you said, Mista, it should have been several days."

Apache judged calmly.

"If it's really Mista the tourist, you can prepare for the fact that you'll never see her again."

Mista: "..."

Mista's eyes lost their brightness.

I, I just want to say thank you!It would be great if I could exchange phone numbers and strike up a conversation, but my purpose is really just to say that boast!

"What if she hasn't left yet!"

Mista struggled.

"It's only been a few days? Let's go all over Naples and let's say another day!"

"But what if people don't think about playing it all?"

Fugo was full of sympathy.

"Besides, there are too many foreigners coming to Naples every day. It would be too difficult for you to find one who is still a tourist."

"Ah, why is this happening!"

Scratching his own head, Mista just felt as if God was against him.

Could it be because today is Thursday?

"Naranja! Fugo! Apache! Help me!"

Putting his hands on the table, Mista stood up abruptly with a serious face.

"Please! If it doesn't work, you can pay attention to me on the road when you go home, just for a few days!"

"Hey, are you too persistent?"

Even though he said so, but thinking of the other party's behavior of chatting up beautiful girls in the street on weekdays, Fuge felt that it was really something that Mista could do.

In the end, Fuge and the others agreed.

"What about your appearance? But at most, I can help you pay attention."

After all, he is a companion, so he probably forgot if he didn't find Mista after a while.

"Brothers!"

Mista sat down again and couldn't wait to start describing.

"It's long chestnut hair. She wore a blue headband that day. Her eyes are brown. When she smiles, people's hearts will soften. She..."

After a long list of descriptions, Mista keenly found that the eyes of his three teammates on the opposite side seemed to be not quite right.

"You... know the girl I'm talking about?"

"No!"

Naranja/Fugo/Apaki looked at each other and replied in unison.

"We don't know each other!"

The author has something to say:

Mista, you are easy to be beaten hhhh