The supernatural power is Shan Hai Jing

Nakahara Chuya originally wanted Oda Shin and Anonymous to familiarize himself with the environment of the headquarters, and at the same time it was necessary to visit the personnel department.In addition to entering fingerprints and irises, things like identity/certification have to be re-applied.As a veritable gangster, after joining the port mafia, there will naturally be someone responsible for solving such small problems.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, Anonymous had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

"...Has your body not fully recovered yet?" Nakahara Chuya murmured with a serious expression.

After waking up to no avail, the dedicated Mr. Hat continued to deal with the work at hand.Today's tasks basically revolve around the addition of new members, but this brat's physique is too bad.

He noticed a detail when he was in the mall before. Although most men are not interested in shopping, no matter how reluctant they are, they will not directly choose the men's clothing store closest to the entrance.The way of choosing clothes is simplified to the extreme. After entering the store, Anonymous finds the clerk immediately, hoping that the other party will provide a product catalog. The whole shopping process is basically equivalent to ordering in a restaurant.

The walking route also reveals a lot of information. From the beginning to the end, the concept of the shortest straight line between two points is implemented to the end.Even so, Anonymous who returned to the car was still tired.

Sitting on the office chair, Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his eyebrows with some headaches. If even walking a short distance in a normal state can be regarded as physical exertion, how should he arrange tasks for him in the future?In the event of a battle, do you have to ask your subordinates to carry you back to the headquarters?

Thinking of this scene, Nakahara Chuya's head hurt even more.

As time passed slowly, only the slight sound of clicking the mouse and keyboard could be heard in the quiet office.Anonymous, who fell into a deep sleep, has no awareness of the outside world. He has always believed that sleepy children grow fast, and his ultimate ideal is 1.8 meters tall!

After Zhongyuan Zhongye finished checking the documents sent by his subordinates through the internal mailbox, the current time was displayed on the upper right corner of the laptop as 45:[-] am.The lunch break stipulated by the office is from [-]:[-] noon to [-]:[-] noon, and it is almost time to go to the restaurant.

So he got up from his chair and walked over to the sofa.

The boy, who was having a good dream, changed his sleeping position at some point, from prone to side lying.The braids tied at the back of the head were scattered on the maroon leather, and the broken hair on the forehead covered the beautiful eyebrows and eyes.He clasped his fingers tightly against the tip of his chin, and his lips were pale.The exposed skin showed an unhealthy pallor, and the slender neck looked extraordinarily fragile.

...this guy really

Can you adapt to life in the mafia?

Zhongyuan Zhong also leaned over and pushed Unknown's shoulder. "Hey, wake up."

No response.

Zhongyuan Zhong also let out a 'tsk', and slightly increased his strength, and then his hand was blown away.

"...Don't be noisy~." Anonymous huddled into a ball muttered indistinctly, with a sweet nasal voice in his soft complaint.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't understand either, because Anonymous was subconsciously using Chinese, but this did not prevent him from guessing what the other party wanted to express.

Mr. Hat pressed his knuckles. If those rough-skinned and thick-skinned subordinates were lying here, he would have thrown them out long ago.Concerned about Anonymous' weak chicken physique, Zhongyuan Zhong also strode towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, and swiftly opened the airtight curtains.

The glare of the sky pours in, sweeping away the darkness of the room, and the sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling windows belongs to the area that is given priority.

Anonymous, who got up in a daze, stretched, revealing a small patch of whiteness at the hem of his T-shirt.He rubbed his sleepy eyes, the slightly red corners of his eyes were unbearable to scold.

After regaining consciousness, Anonymous looked sideways at Chuya Nakahara standing in front of the window, and touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. "Sorry, Mr. Zhongyuan, I accidentally fell asleep."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned slightly, he was not angry, but a little irritable.Those who have worked with him know very well that Zhong Yuan Zhongye, a quasi-cadre, has always been vigorous and efficient in his daily life even if he is out of work.

"How bad is your body?"

Anonymous tilted his head, and the tails of his hair slipped from his shoulders. "Under normal circumstances, the daily sleep time must be guaranteed to be about [-] hours, and a half-day rest is required for continuous walking of one kilometer. Running will increase the burden on the lungs, cause breathing difficulties, and have a high probability of causing complications."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Can he send the kid back to the sea?

The disgust in the boss's eyes was too obvious, and Anonymous bent his arms with great desire to survive, trying to show his 'strong' muscles to the other party.

"I'm healthy, really! I just sleep a little longer and move a little slower than other people."

The Central Plains also supported the forehead. "Forget it, go to the restaurant now and keep up."

The five buildings of the Port Mafia are all equipped with staff canteens, and the third and fourth floors are self-service.The dishes are varied and have everything you expect.

The fifth layer only serves members with a certain status, not to show their special status.In the hierarchical mafia world, subordinates must salute their superiors as soon as they see them, so as to distinguish them so as not to affect the subordinates' meals.ordinary

Members also have the opportunity to enjoy the five-tier service, but this treatment is limited to festivals, such as the annual meeting.

It was not until sitting in the luxuriously decorated box that Anonymous, who had been holding back all the way, found the opportunity to speak.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, your ability is gravity control?"

"Ah." Zhongyuan Zhong also picked up the tablet computer on the table, opened the ordering app, and selected his portion in just a few seconds, and then pressed the confirmation button.

It was the first time in his life that Anonymous, who had been given the gravity ability, did not feel tired while walking, and the ability status was not counted.He stared at Chuya Zhongyuan with flooded eyes, like a greedy dragon seeing an inexhaustible gemstone mine.

"Did you know? There is an idiom in China called 'A Match Made in Heaven', which comes from "The Book of Songs Daya Daming."

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him coldly, and pushed the tablet over. "Do not know Chinese."

Anonymous chuckled with his chin on his hands, looked down at the various dishes that appeared in the ordering software, and slid his index finger on the screen one by one.

"It probably means that we can become the best partners!"

↑A Chinese teacher picked up a 40-meter sword.

Hearing the word partner, Chuya Nakahara's mind immediately popped up Osamu Dazai's unbeaten face. This bastard was still playing jumping off a building in his office yesterday!

Anonymous, who stepped on the thunder accurately, widened his eyes suddenly, with, killing, anger!

"I'm not interested in being your nanny." Nakahara Chuya said with a bad look in his eyes. "After lunch, I will arrange for my subordinates to take you to familiarize yourself with the environment. Your work will officially start tomorrow."

"Hi, hi~, I know." After speaking, Anonymous poked the screen with his finger, and a British short and silver gradient wearing a chef's hat suddenly jumped out, with a chat bubble above his head.

'Cooking is starting to be made, please wait, meow~. '

In less than 10 minutes, the staff sent the lunch for the two into the box.

Nakahara Chuya's is a relatively common Japanese cuisine, tempura, miso soup and salt grilled saury, the staple food is rice.

There is only a small bowl of white rice porridge in front of Unknown.

Sensing the low air pressure emanating from Nakahara Chuya, Anonymous quickly explained. "Please don't worry about me, because the stomach is a little...sensitive, so there are fewer choices."

Although he used the word 'sensitive', Zhong Yuanzhong still thought of the inspection report he saw a few days ago.

【Poor organ function, some underdeveloped】

"What is the food that Estoraneo prepared for you?"

"Special nutritional supplement." Anonymous stirred the bowl with a spoon while answering

In the porridge, the unique fragrance of rice lingers in the nostrils along with the heat. "You can choose any flavor. My favorite is the milk flavor. You really don't have to worry about me. I'm not very interested in food. I'm happy if I can drink milk~"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows. "You're pretty optimistic."

"Are you optimistic..." Anonymous thought for a while, "It's a miracle that I can survive until now. The situation was even more serious when I was a child. Therefore, I regret my life, and I will work hard to live in the future, no different from other people."

Nakahara Chu also thought of the suicidal maniac Osamu Dazai again, and inexplicably felt that the two must not get along.

Returning to the office after lunch, Nakahara called Oda Shinichi through the intercom.The young man with a calm personality appeared behind the door within 3 minutes and got permission to enter the room.

"Xiaotian, this is Anonymous, I will hand him over to you temporarily."

Oda Shen turned his head and saw a boy sitting on the sofa not far away, with a smile as bright as a warm sun.

Anonymous: "Hi, this is the first time we meet, please take care of me."