[Comprehensive] What should I do if Mr. Ban sees me? !

"Here is the ninja character selection interface..."

Senshou Zhujian, who came to Baitao's house as a guest, held a game controller and listened to Baitao's explanation, eager to try.

"I'm going to fuck - Madara!"

"Come on Hashirama!"

On the other side, the ancestors were also inspired to fight.

The two sat on the sofa and began to fight fiercely.

Mochizuki Baitao rested her chin on the back of the sofa and watched, suddenly, the words from Qianshou Zhujian came: "Baitao, do you like Madara?"

When he said this, he stared at the screen firmly and kept his hands on.

"Like it."

Baitao said it naturally.

Qianshou Zhujian paused, and couldn't help but glance at the little friend beside him.Uchiha Madara just stared at the screen, not at him. After a few seconds, he suddenly hooked his lips.

Senju Bashima turned his head and looked——

not good!I'm going to be killed by [Blade]!

"Master Ban is quite powerful, with high enough damage, but unfortunately, Lan He's blood volume is a bit low, so he can't beat you," Baitao commented, "Speaking of which, I should like you more."

Of course, this is all about game characters.

Uchiha Madara: "..."

The leader of the mafia deserves to be predictable, the game is over quickly, and the winner is [Senju Hashirama] manipulated by Senju Hashirama.

Turn defeat into victory.

Senshouzhujian Waterfall sweated, feeling that he would soon be killed in reality.

The ground shook for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Senju Bashirama asked.

"It's just an earthquake." Baitao was very calm.

This happens every now and then.

Thousands of Hands: "..."

In fact, he thinks it's more like Madara's mood.

Life, that's it, ups and downs—

Most boys have a love for playing games in their genes, and Senjujuma and Uchiha Madara are no exception.

What's more, the two love to compare everything.

It's a pity that Mr. Madara never won...

Not once!

Every time is a slight difference.

Knowing that he would be in danger of being beaten up by his friends, Senshou Zhuma still couldn't help but win win win...

A hidden smile evoked.

It feels so good to win against Madara!

In the end, Mochizuki Baitao couldn't stand it anymore.

——No matter how you say it, he is also my master!

"Master Madara, step aside!"

Lift the skirt and sit down domineeringly!

The moment Uchiha Madara handed her the game controller silently, the two had brief eye contact.

In the blink of an eye, the scene of that night emerged——

then.

Hearing his words, the little girl was taken aback for a moment, then smiled dryly: "After all, there is a supernatural influence..."

"..."

Uchiha Madara was inexplicably irritable, stared at her for a moment, and looked away.

After that, they didn't speak any more.

Game until today.

"Please give me more advice." Senshou Bashirama said politely.

Compared with the little girl, should he be merciful?

Baitao's smile made him a little flustered, "Please give me your advice."

then……

Qianshou Zhujian wants to cry but has no tears.

One after another, he was so abused that he didn't even recognize his younger brother!

After night fell, Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara left.

Mochizuki Baitao stood at the door to see them off.

"Then, Madara, see you at the detective agency tomorrow~"

Madara Uchiha nodded.

Senshou Zhujian stood on the corridor, looking at the light from the open door, illuminating the figures of the two people over there.

He suddenly felt that if these two could be together...

will become very strong.

Stronger than anyone.

It's just... Madara, can you stop being so arrogant, give me some strength, please!

It seems that I can only assist myself!

Senshou Zhujian silently made up his mind.

***

Before joining the detective agency, Uchiha Madara had accumulated a lot of savings and successfully turned into a modern rich and handsome man.

Mochizuki Baitao was even more determined when she saw the imposing man coming down from the driver's seat.

"Why are you standing there?" Uchiha Madara opened the passenger door, "Go up."

They are going to play in the amusement park at the foot of Mount Fuji today.

Senshou Hashirama on the passenger seat was about to give way, Baitao waved her hand quickly, "No, I'll just sit in the back."

Uchiha Madara frowned, said nothing, opened the rear door for Baitao with one hand, and protected the top of the car frame with the other, and closed the door after she sat in.

Qianju Zhujian couldn't help but click his lips.

When did Madara light up these skills?

The window was rolled down, and the wind blowing on the way lifted the girl's long hair.She looked out the window with delicate and indifferent eyes.

How did Senjubashima find out——

He first felt that the little friend next to him was occasionally absent-minded when driving, and followed the other person's line of sight...

From time to time, Madara would glance unobtrusively at the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, it was the girl sitting behind.

Soon, it was withdrawn again.

After a while, take another glance.

Thousands of Hands: "..."

He felt that he was simply too much of a hindrance here.

Madara, just say what you want!

Take a break.

When Mochizuki Baitao came back from the bathroom, she found a thousand hands lying on the place where she was sitting.

"Baitao, let's change seats," Senju Zhuma explained with a smile, "I want to sleep in the back."

Uchiha Madara was sitting in the driver's seat, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other by the window, looking ahead with a blank expression.

Baitao nodded and sat in the passenger seat.

When buckling the seat belt, his fingertips accidentally touched the man's hand to pull the handbrake.

Uchiha Madara moved his fingertips.

Mochizuki Baitao paused for breath slightly, lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Sorry."

Uchiha Madara gave a faint "hmm".

The atmosphere between the two people in the front row became very delicate.

Senju Zhuma felt that he had made a mistake in following——

He is simply a gigantic light bulb!The brightest star in the night sky!

At the turn of March and April, it is the cherry blossom season. The cherry blossoms in the amusement park are in full bloom. There are many tourists, and most of them are couples.

They are a threesome...

But Baitao didn't seem to care at all, and Madara's appearance made it impossible to see what he was thinking.

"That's amazing!" Baitao adored her face.

As expected of a ninja.

When throwing darts, the ancestors and Qianshou Zhujian hit every shot, and the darts on both sides were firmly inserted in the center of the target.

And her... crooked.

Seeing this, Senju Bashima immediately slapped Uchiha Madara's back with a palm, "Mara," winking, "go teach others!"

Uchiha Madara squinted at him.

Putting down her arms in front of her, she walked behind Baitao, getting very close, her black gloved hand stretched out to wrap around her hand holding the dart.

"Align this point."

"Strength with the wrist."

Uchiha Madara's voice was low.

Baitao swallowed subconsciously.

The man's temperature came from his back, and when he spoke, his breath gently sprayed over his ears, with a slight numbness.

She felt that although this man didn't know what "teasing" was, he was flirting with every move he made.

"Concentrate." Ban teacher is very strict, "There is no time to be distracted during the actual battle."

"Your voice is a bit hoarse." Baitao tilted her head back, "Did you catch a cold?"

Could it be that she was infected?

Uchiha Madara lowered his eyes.

The little girl was as tall as his chest, and she was so small that she could almost be wrapped in his arms.

The fragrance of the hair spread into the tip of his nose, and a few raised hairs tickled his cheeks.

There is a certain feeling, just around the corner.

"...Ninjas never catch a cold." Uchiha Madara was helpless and angry, and pressed her head with the tip of the other finger, "Concentrate."

Baitao wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction.

Turning his head, he continued to learn how to throw darts under the teaching of Master Ban.

After practicing a few times, when it felt almost the same, Uchiha Madara returned to Senju Hashirama's side, waiting for Baitao to practice by himself.

"Do you want to go?" Senshou Zhujian pointed to the toilet in the distance, with a look of understanding.

Uchiha Madara: "...

With a howl of horror, Uchiha Madara Shi suddenly withdrew his legs.

Qianshou Zhujian fell to the ground.

Qianshou Zhujian felt bitter.

——Why is it that Madara doesn't get angry no matter what Baitao says, and she's going to fight him within three words...

Heavy!color!light!friend!

Baitao thinks that darts are really a magical thing.

Sometimes you can hit the bull's-eye by throwing it casually, and sometimes you will throw it to an unknown place if you concentrate on it...

Like now.

After the dart was released, she found strangely that there was no dart on the target in front of her, not even around the target...

Where did it go...? ? ?

She turned her head, facing Senju Hashirama, who was covering her important parts with a terrified expression, and Madara-ye who didn't know what expression to make.

Baitao was taken aback for a moment, "Hold me, sorry?"

Seems like it almost broke you?

Qianju Zhujian forced a smile.

How do you throw a dart in such a bizarre way? !

Uchiha Madara nodded approvingly: "Not bad."

Baitao came over and folded her hands together: "I'm really sorry!"

Master Madara was in a very good mood, and he didn't stand by his little friend at all: "It's okay, it can still grow."

"Not here!" Senju Zhuma retorted.

It was strange for Uchiha Madara to look at his expression again.

After being dazed for two seconds, Mochizuki Baitao also sighed: "Oh, no..."

It's really embarrassing for Princess Mito.

Thousands of Hands: "..."

He was wrong, these two are going to kill people together!

Help, Feijian, my brother wants to come back...

Speaking of the most famous project in Mount Fuji Amusement Park, it is the tallest and most thrilling roller coaster Fujikick.

But Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara are both ninjas, and Mochizuki Baimo, as the leader of the mafia, is naturally not afraid of sitting on this.

After getting off the roller coaster, Baitao went to the nearby drink shop to buy a drink.

"Don't you need to bring something to eat for that cat?" Senju Bashima asked while waiting by the flower bed.

I heard that they were going out to play, and the cat teacher who happened to be eating at Madara's house also clamored to go, but was locked up by Uchiha Madara with a Susano. Before leaving, he still told them to bring back special products.

"No need." Uchiha Madara said.

Just a cat.

Senjujuma thought for a while, but still didn't tell Uchiha Madara what he saw through the potted plants left at home.

This cat's fighting power is comparable to Erha——

How do you tell your friends that your home has been bombed...

Mochizuki Baitao walked over with a glass of drink in one hand, and a transparent bag in the other, which contained two other drinks that looked exactly the same.

After passing the drink to the two, she inserted the straw first and took a sip.

Doesn't taste right?

Baitao quickly stopped the two of them and took a closer look.

The drink she ordered was mixed up with Mr. Madara's...

Who told them to order all the tea, the cups are exactly the same, and there is no label, so you can't tell the difference unless you look carefully.

"I'm going to buy another cup." Turn around and leave.

Uchiha Madara put back the raised finger, watched Baitao walk to the shop again, without saying a word.

Senju Hashirama, who had a panoramic view of his little movements, put one hand on his shoulder, "Madara," he teased, "Actually, you think it's okay, don't you?"

"..."

"Even if you drink white peaches before, are you willing to drink them?"

"……To shut up!"

Qianshou Zhujian pouted.

If you are so dishonest, when will you catch up with the girl?

Senju Hashirama, who was determined to help his friends, volunteered to ride the Ferris wheel when he returned to Yokohama at night.

Baitao yawned, surprised: "Why does Mr. Zhujian suddenly want to sit here?"

I've been here for so long, but I don't see that you are interested in this stuff.

Qianshou Zhujian scratched his face, "I often heard the little girl in the hospital mention..." In order to persuade Baitao, the big man racked his brains, "Uh, what did you say that people who sit on it will be happy, or something... "

Baitao stared at him for a moment, not knowing what to say, "I didn't expect Mr. Zhujian to have such romantic feelings for a little girl..."

Uchiha Madara sneered.

Cold sweat slid down the Thousand Hands Column.

What are you laughing at?

Am I still here for you? !

Today's Senshou Zhujian also broke the heart of an old father.

……

What Mochizuki Baitao originally thought was that if Senshou Zhujian wanted to sit, then Master Madara would accompany the two big men to sit!

But now... what's the situation? !

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★ Thanks to "Polygonum Flower Wind" baby mine.