[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

I looked at the doctor in front of me blankly.

Shamar also looked at me blankly.

"You can't cure this," he said.

"Didn't you claim to be able to cure everything?" I felt the veins on my forehead twitching and twitching.

"There is no hair loss in this world that can be cured without giving up sweets and sleep." He replied, "And you are only sixteen, why do you have signs of kidney deficiency."

Why?Don't you shameless gangster bastards know?

I used to be such an elderly health-preserving party with a regular schedule, no bad habits, no smoking, no alcohol, no drinks that irritate the gastric mucosa, and never leaving plain water—since I came to Vengley, I became a reserve for kidney deficiency.

Garbage Vengley, cheated my youth, ruined my health, and returned my hairline.

A sneaky hand touched my shoulder, "Well, if you want to be more open, you can try nourishing kidney and promoting hair tea. It is said that oriental people like to drink this type of herbal tea?"

I pressed Shamar's head on the table, "Can it be cured?"

His face was distorted by my pressure, "Don't be so fierce, be careful not to get married--the cure is impossible, if you don't give up sweets, you won't be able to get a cure in your life..."

"Nonsense! Desserts are the only thing in this cold world that still has a trace of warmth!" I pressed his face even more deformed, "I thought you were a lecherous black doctor with some skills, but it turns out that you can't even cure hair loss. , Waste!"

"Wow, miss, hair loss is a worldwide problem!" He argued.

"I'd better go to study medicine by myself! You doctors! None of them are reliable! You can't even treat a hair loss!"

"I'm really worried that you won't be able to get married now. How about this? If you can't get married, I'm very happy..."

I threw him out of my office window, and he landed with a really nice scream.

—Wait, what did this guy just say?

Can't get married, get married, get married...shou retired from the club...that's right!I made a fist with my right hand and smashed the palm of my left hand. Why didn't I think of it before, I can quickly find someone to marry, and then retire from the club in a fair and honest manner!

So here comes the question... I don't seem to know any good men?

There are some strange guys around, none of them are suitable for marriage.

I took a step back and leaned against the table, poured myself a cup of black tea, added four pieces of sugar and a spoonful of milk.

Although I can retire from the company after getting married, I don’t want to just go to the street and find someone I don’t know and get married. I still have high requirements for my partner. First of all, I must be handsome. It would be even better if it belongs to the type that can go out all year round without going home...

Hmm, kind of hard to do.

It would be difficult for ordinary people to do just the last one.

The phone's screen flickered, and I found myself receiving a notification—ah, it's that guy again.

I have accumulated some fans as a gourmet up, and some of them are very fanatical. For example, the guy with the id named "Passerby A" who rushed out of the chicken coop and crazily rewarded him, every time I update, he does this.

Fan enthusiasm is a good thing, but this kind of excessive enthusiasm, the behavior of rushing out of the chicken coop, I don't know why I always feel a little abnormal.

I turned off my phone, continued to think about marriage, and then added admission to medical university to my life plan.

I don't believe it, hair loss can't be cured.

The other side of my source of stress is who... so who?What is the name of the child brought back by Kudaime?

"x," I put down the document in my hand, and looked at the kid standing in front of me with indifference. He was only nine years old, and he had just been sent to the elementary school of Vengley's mafia school. Blow up the school building, "Are you fighting at school again?"

"Hmph, a bunch of trash, can't I teach them a lesson?" He crossed his arms and looked disobedient.

"...you wait." I picked up the phone on one side and dialed Jiudaimu's private number, "Old man, why did you bring your son to me again? Do you think I'm a nanny?! Can't help it Don't take the child home?!"

There was a coughing sound like a lung perforation on the other end of the phone.

Garbage Shamar, why hasn't the old man been cured yet? !

Of course I hope he lives to be a hundred years old?With Sawada Iemitsu's cub still in his wife's womb, I don't want to be kicked out of the duck to put Kudaime on the shelf. I have to be alive and kicking. Thinking of this, I broke the quill in my hand.

Sawada Iemitsu, you wait, I will definitely let your son be the ten generation of Vongola.

"Okay, okay, stop coughing..." I threw away the quill that broke in two with a headache, then opened a drawer on one side, picked a new one out of a dozen quills, and continued to use, "You Take a good rest... What? X? All right, all right, let me educate... Just don't complain to me later on."

I hung up the phone, sighed a long time, crossed my fingers on my chin, and stared at the little firecracker in front of me, "X, I heard you got into a fight at school?"

"...You have asked this question once." He showed a disgusted expression, "Also, my name is not x, but xanxus. Please call me by my name properly."

This kid is really not cute.

"So why are you fighting?" I smiled.

"A bunch of trash, if you beat them, you beat them. Is there any reason?" The mocking smile on his face became more and more obvious. "Are you really a mafia?"

"..." I sighed a long time, "Are you a monkey?"

"You bastard! What do you say I am?" He withdrew as if about to strike.

"Monkey, it's still a little monkey with no fur." ​​I tilted my head and showed a smirk.

He jumped up.

After 1 minute, I looked at the kid lying on his back on the velvet carpet in the office, panting, "x, there is nothing wrong with the mafia being a world of force, but those who only rely on force to stand at the top will lose their force It will soon be overthrown—this is the law of monkeys, not the law of human society.” I sat on the sofa beside me, poured myself a cup of coffee, and sighed, “In my hometown, far away In Japan, a meaningless war broke out before, and the organization called the Port Mafia launched the war regardless of the enemy or the enemy, and the final result can only cause panic in the entire society..."

"What do you think the mafia is? Isn't it an organization that should be ruled by absolute power and terror!" He was still lying on the ground, and I think he might not be able to get up for a while. Let the government officials do the headache! Are you a qualified boss heir!"

"Hey——" I sighed, "So, a kid is just a kid. The so-called mafia, all economic activities are based on the construction of society. If the stable social foundation is lost, any economic activity will suffer. ...Ah, the arms said separately...In short, you are still too young. If the monkey king rules the monkey group, his claws and teeth are enough, but as a human being, if he wants to control the society, it is useless to rely on claws and teeth alone ..." I stood up with my teacup in hand, looked down at this brat, "X, you still have a long way to go, don't be so impatient."

"My name is Xanxus." He looked stubborn.

"I don't memorize meaningless things." I returned to my desk and looked at the stack of documents in my hand.

The port mafia had a new boss not long ago. It is said that the former "died of illness" and gave the position to a private doctor.

I believe in you.

Considering the madness of the former Hong Kong black boss before he died, I don't believe that the boss handover can be so smooth.

"How about it?"

"Huh? How about what?" I stared at the photo of Mori Ogai on the data, and deeply felt that this guy would start to lose his hair, suffer from kidney deficiency, and have dark circles under his eyes in at least a year—just like me.

"How can you call me by my name properly?" Xanxus got up from the ground and stared at me with unwillingness and humiliation on his face, as if he was about to burn with anger.

"Let's talk about it after you do something meaningful." I answered him casually, "Now, go back and do my homework for me. Primary school, student, student."

He scratched the wall angrily, and I kicked him out of the office with a cane.

"You really like playing tricks on him."

The shoulders sank suddenly, and I sighed, "Li Baoen, can you stop jumping on my shoulders at every turn, I am so weak and innocent and have no strength to bind a chicken, I can't carry you."

He ignored me and flicked the brim of his hat, "The recent documents are getting better and better. Jiaguang's vision is really good."

"Don't mention him to me... Ah, yes, if I ask you to be a tutor for that guy Jiaguang's unborn child..."

"Only the boss of Pengo Lie can command me." The son of the black rainbow showed a treacherous smile.

"..." I don't want to be fooled, at worst I will go by myself.

"By the way, the recent movement along the border is not right. It seems that some vagrant organization has invaded our place from other countries. Are you interested in finding out?" He asked me.

If you say "are you interested in finding out", it means that you want me to "find out".

"You mean mimic?" I walked back to the office and closed the door, and the guy still wouldn't get off my shoulder.

"According to the information, this is considered an exile organization." He replied to me.

I sighed a long time, "Let the person in charge of monitoring not act rashly, give me a copy of the information." If the exile organization, it will affect social stability.

"Hmph. She looks more and more like a boss, miss."

"...I won't be Vongola's boss."

In the second grade of xanxus, I was 16 years old, and I easily got the admission letter from the best medical school in Italy, and embarked on the road of no return to a cup of hair growth tea every day.

Then, in order to take care of Vongola's work and study, I lost my hair even more.

s, h, i, t.