Port Nanny, Dementia Online

The second day of joining the Port Mafia was uneventful.

Although I made an agreement with Dazai Osamu, before waiting for the leader to make a decision.Yuu Shima decided to be honest, and as for how to be honest, let's start by picking up the textbook.

On the way to collect the protection fee, Shimao met Nakahara Chuya who was leading his subordinates passing by. He heard from a distance that the other party was busy giving orders to his subordinates to attack, but he did not notice his existence.

As expected of Zhongye, he was able to lead a team of six to carry out missions as soon as he entered Hong Kong.

Shimao silently huddled in the corner and looked at this orange-haired boy who was only 15 years old and already began to look good. He looked energetic and wore a slightly old western-style top hat.Just like when he was a sheep, he has an extremely flamboyant aura.

It's better not to say hello, Zhongya is still a newcomer, it would be bad if it affects work.

The corner of Nakahara Chuya's clothes disappeared at the corner of the street. Shimao Yu held up a primary school Mandarin textbook again and was muttering. His thin body was completely covered by the tall man standing in front of him.

Sometimes I read so intently that I didn't even notice that the person leading the way in front of me had stopped, causing him to bump into it.

"Be careful."

The man stood still, and quickly turned around to support Shima Yuu.

"Thank you, senior." Shima Yu said the honorifics awkwardly, which he only saw from the textbook.

"Just call me Oda," the man said.

The red-haired man named Oda has a face with a beard that looks unusually vicissitudes, as if he has seen through life, although Yuu Shima learned yesterday that the other party is only 20 years old this year.

It seems that saying that you are 30 years old will not make people feel out of harmony.

"I said you..." Oda looked helpless, "It's a good thing to be so diligent, but it's better not to read while walking, and read it later in the store."

"Okay." Shima Yu closed the textbook obediently.Since he joined the port mafia, he was assigned to be brought under the hands of Mr. Oda.The other party seemed to be a taciturn and kind senior.

The red-haired man's full name is Oda Sakunosuke, he is a low-level member of the port mafia, and he has joined the gangsters for more than a few years.

When Oda was transporting medicine earlier, he heard that two patients were admitted to the medical department. They seemed to be brought in by the subordinates directly under the leader, and one of them was already under the banner of the cadre.Listening to what the nurse was talking about, I thought that the other one belonged to the same place. Who would have thought that he would go directly to work at the bottom level. That person was the black-haired boy in front of him.

The black-haired boy had an uncommon name—Shima Yu. He looked thin and seemed a little malnourished, but he was different from the sallow and emaciated people who came out of the slums.On the contrary, he is very fair, and occasionally looking at his gilt eyes, there is a faint illusion that he will be burned by the sun.It's just a doll in the shape of a sunny doll hanging on the shoulder. I don't know what it is for.

And no matter what Oda said, this unusual-looking newcomer would obediently respond and obey.

Such a person is more like a top student studying in an ivory tower than a mafia.Judging from the white and tender palm of the other party, it is possible that he has not done any hard work.Coupled with the posture of the other party holding the textbook and studying hard, it really doesn't match the style of the mafia.

Oda Sakunosuke was very puzzled, why would such a person choose to join the port mafia?He naturally expressed his doubts.

"Is there a reason for joining the Port Mafia?" This question made Shima Yuu start to feel awkward. It couldn't be said that he was threatened by Osamu Dazai.This is not considered to be forced to join, it seems that there is no sincerity.

"Because my friend is also here, I joined together." This answer is probably impeccable, even if the other party asks who the friend is, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble to Chuya, he just throws Osamu Dazai out and it's over.

Oda suddenly realized that the so-called friend probably refers to another person who lived in the same ward.

In a sense, the truth Shima Yu tried to hide was already known through the gossip.

He didn't ask any more questions, and instead introduced Shima Yu's daily routine work, patrolling this shopping street protected by the port mafia.

It is said to be patrolling, but it is not as conscientious as the police. Most of them just pass by to see if there are any unsightly hooligans pestering the store, and then go door-to-door to collect protection fees and hand them over on specific days.

"It's a very leisurely job." Shima Yu sighed as he sat down to rest in a coffee shop.

"After all, that's the way the work at the bottom is going back and forth." Oda looked sideways out of the window, "Aside from patrolling, there are only chores like finding people, finding things, and mediating quarrels."

"Mr. Oda." Shima Yu thought of a certain possibility, "Do you think it is possible to encounter a gang that needs first aid?"

"Occasionally, we can just send the person to the designated clinic."

Shimao coughed dryly and said seriously: "Actually, I have always had a dream."

"What is it?"

"That's being a doctor."

"So..." Yoshiko Shima held her heart in the shape of a starry eye, "If you really meet an injured person, can you let me give first aid first?! Please, please, please!"

"..." Surprised by the newcomer's sudden eagerness, Oda was silent for a while, "It's not impossible, just don't kill anyone."

"Please don't worry!" Shima Yu gave a nondescript salute, "I have many years of rich experience in first aid, and I will definitely not kill anyone."

Shimao estimated the time required to do these messy tasks, and was pleasantly surprised to find that not only did he have plenty of time to study, but according to the welfare benefits of Hong Kong and black, it only took two months for him to save enough tuition for a year of school .In addition, the number of mafia fights is only a lot, and they can often come into contact with patients.

Shimao couldn't help sighing again, what kind of fairy place is this!

"How long has Mr. Oda joined Hong Kong Hei?" Yuu Shima couldn't help asking, poking out half of his head from the erected Chinese textbook.

"Hmm..." Oda thought for a while, "It's been several years."

Yuu Shima became interested and asked curiously, "Have you always worked at the bottom?" Maybe he made some mistake and got demoted.

"Yeah." Oda didn't seem to think there was any problem, "I've been working at the bottom all the time."

"Dao, do you have the idea to develop upwards?" Oda looked at the black-haired boy holding a national document. During his years in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, he had seen too many people who were determined to climb up.

"Just call me Shimao." Shimao replied obediently, and he didn't mention a word about the agreement with Osamu Dazai, "Compared with development, I want to go to school, and if things go well, I will become a surgeon. "

"Go to school." Oda sighed, "What a great idea."

From the outside world, it is just going to school, but in the world of the mafia, it is a luxury that you can't even think about.

The two spent a day in this coffee shop where they could have a sweeping view of the entire street.At the end of the day, Oda's cell phone on the table never rang, it was so clean.

In this way, he accompanied Shima Yu to read the textbook for a whole day, and also helped point out a few common mistakes.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Oda stood up, "Let's go, it's time to get off work."

Shimao stretched his waist comfortably, earning a day's wages for nothing, which is much better than working three jobs a day.

"To celebrate your joining the Port Mafia, I am treating you to dinner today." Oda patted Shima Yuu on the shoulder.

After two days of contact, Shimao Yu can completely conclude that his Oda-senpai is really a super nice person!

In less than half an hour, Yuu Shima decided to take back what he just said.

Inside the restaurant.

"This, this curry...is too spicy!" Yuu Shima drank a glass of ice water in one breath, feeling that smoke was coming from his lips and throat. Could it be that Mr. Oda noticed the disrespectful thoughts in his mind? , to punish him with spicy curry?

"Is it very spicy?" Oda added another glass of water for Shima Yu, and took a sip of his own. "I think it's okay, but there's still something missing... what is it?"

In Yang’s five years, in order to make a living, most of the time he could only eat bento and rice balls before the expiration date. Those leftover products that were picked up by others must have a good taste, and most of them are so bland that they have no taste at all.

"It must be because it's not spicy enough!" Oda said firmly.

Hearing this, Yuu Shima nearly fell down in anger, lying on the table weakly, he remembered what he had read in the medical books he picked up before, "Mr. Oda, do you know? Spicy is actually a kind of pain."

"Is that so?" Oda thought thoughtfully.

"So——" Shimao Yu didn't know where the courage came from, and slammed the table, "Mr. Oda, who likes spicy food but doesn't think it's spicy enough, is actually a jittery M?!"

Oda: "..."

"Shima Yu..." Oda Yu said earnestly: "You are only 15 years old, who taught you to say such bad things?"

The red-haired man showed a sharp expression as if he was about to take out his gun from the holster at any time and shoot the man, but he didn't maintain it for even a second.

"I read it from a book." Shimao realized that he had said something that offended senior, and quickly sat up straight, apologizing in a low voice: "I'm sorry for offending senior."

"No need to be so..." Oda frowned and thought about how to describe it, "...reticent?"

"If you don't like spicy food, you can order non-spicy ones next time."

"I will try spicy food!" Shima Yu didn't take Oda's advice to heart at all.

After the dinner, Oda was kind enough to fear that Yuu Shima would not know the way, so he sent him all the way back to the dormitory arranged by the port mafia.

In order for the assault troops to move quickly, the Hong Kong and Heikhs are equipped with special dormitories, but how to say?As a low-level member of Shimao, it is far from reaching the level of a dormitory.

Watching Shima Yuu's back upstairs, Oda felt that Shima Yu might not be able to stay on the ground floor for long.

The elevator stopped at the designated floor, Yuu Shima stepped out of the elevator, and the last room at the end of the corridor was his dormitory.

Shima Yu found out that there were visiting guests in front of his dormitory.

Someone was leaning against the door of Shimao's dormitory, a slightly slender figure was drawn into a long black shadow by the automatically-sensing lights in the corridor, and the top hat covered most of his face.

Hearing the sound, the man looked up and smiled.

"Really, I went out all day and couldn't find anyone, so I'm only willing to come back now?"

The author has something to say: Oda Tonosuke is here

After looking at the information, it seems that he quit his job as a killer at the age of 14 and joined the port of Mafia

I think something is wrong, so I changed the port Mafia, which I joined in my teens, to be vague.

The dragon head war has not yet broken out, so the orphans have not been adopted yet, and they are still on the way to find spicy curry

spicy = pain

Shaking M = People who like pain

Oda who likes spicy food = shaking M

(spreading hands) seems to be no problem

Oda: Draw a Gun Warning

Let me talk about a spoiler that is not a spoiler. I yys in the Sunny Rihe District. I didn’t realize it at all before writing this article. Now that I think about it, it’s really fate.