[Tutorial] Butterfly Effect

She imagined that it must be a very cool scene to appear in front of an old friend she hadn't seen in three years, but she didn't expect it to be so ordinary, mixed with some panic.

"Why such an expression?" Prison Temple frowned, walking towards Ah Qing's direction.When he walked in front of Ah Qing, she realized that he was already a head taller than her without knowing it.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but you suddenly appeared here. I'm a little surprised..." She quickly pulled the corners of her mouth and showed a hasty smile.

Prison Temple let out an "oh" and glanced at Qing's face twice.

"Why did you come here suddenly? ... There should be other things to do." Ah Qing scratched her hair, looking a little puzzled.It has been three years since she came to this school. Everyone else is busy with their own affairs and has never seen her again. The greatest pleasure here is to tease Fran, play with Hanamaki, and paint in her spare time.Of course, it is more likely that she is the only one who has never seen anyone.The news can only be searched by herself, and I don't know if Reborn is training her information acquisition ability in disguise.

Prison Temple did not answer her question directly, but just looked at her fixedly.

"Tch. How did you get hurt?" He curled his lips, and the disdainful look in his eyes made Ah Qing regain a bit of the former prison temple.

"It was the assessment just now, I was careless." Ah Qing didn't care much about this small injury, "It's just a small injury, it can't kill anyone."

Prison Temple sneered slightly.

"You seem to have changed a lot, woman."

She glared at the prison temple. She usually used her tongue quickly when she was with Fran, but when she met the person in front of her, as long as the other party said something, she would only be angry.

"You too, you look like a quiet young master." With a perverse grin on his lips, he looked at the silver-haired boy in front of him with some malicious intentions.

There was finally nostalgic waves in the other party's eyes. He gritted his teeth and prepared to attack, but was interrupted by a male voice that suddenly intervened.

"Qing. So you are here." Shugo Yamazaki walked towards Qing with a pile of books in his arms. After seeing her face clearly, he frowned slightly, "Why are you hurt? Do you want to?" To deal with it?"

After that, he stretched out his hand unconsciously, wanting to touch the slightly frozen bloodstain.

Ah Qing avoided his hand without showing any signs of expression, and then smiled perfunctorily: "It doesn't matter. It was accidentally touched just now..."

Yamazaki's hand stopped in mid-air for a moment of embarrassment, then retracted and continued to hold the stack of books on his chest.

"Why did you take so many books?" Ah Qing asked curiously, extending the eyeliner from his hand to his chest.

"Is this?" He spread out the book, and the title of each book has the same meaning as the advancement and application of Italian, "Ah Qing, don't you always say that Italian is difficult to learn? I want to sort out some necessary ones if possible. The key points are for you, try to write as simple and understandable as possible, so that you can learn more.”

"Tch. What a stupid woman, she can't even learn Italian well." Before Ah Qing could thank her, there was a deep chuckle coming from beside her.

Ah Qing raised his eyes, watched the prison temple sweeping back and forth on the thick language books, and tilted the corners of his mouth very nonchalantly, his gray-green eyes were filled with impatience.Then he raised his gaze again, and turned to Yamazaki's face.

"A member of the Mority family." With just one glance, he easily identified the other party's identity.

"Nice to see you again. Student Prison Temple... Should I call you Mr. Lanshou now?" He made an elegant salute, but when he raised his head, his dark eyes were as dark as the night sky.

Ah Qing has never seen Shugo Yamazaki who is as stable as Mount Tai, because he is always shy and humble in front of him as if he was meeting him for the first time. cooked.

Should this be his real face?Or is it that he who is usually slack is the truth behind the mask?

"I really didn't notice you at that time." Prison Temple's tone was a bit dignified, and the atmosphere gradually became tense.

Indeed, at that time, his information surface was not that wide.Although he came all the way from Italy, in the end he was just a young man who ran away from home in anger, and he was not so clear about the detailed information of various families.After returning to Italy, he took over some of Vengley's affairs, and he began to have an in-depth understanding of various families.

Until one day when he was sorting out the materials, he found a photo of Shugo Yamazaki.At first, he just felt a little familiar, and he was as proud as he couldn't put the faces of people other than acquaintances at all.After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that this was the boy who confessed to Ah Qing. He vaguely remembered that the other party was just an ordinary person who would blush even when he spoke. Maybe this was something he was hiding.

He also knew that the other party entered this school after graduating from Bingsheng Middle School, but he didn't expect that after only three years, he and Ah Qing had already reached the point where they were familiar with each other's names.

However, the Mority family was just a small existence to Peng Lie.

"It's been a long time." Yamazaki broke the seriousness on his face and showed a gentle smile, "Are you here to look for Qing?"

Prison Temple gave the other party a very rude look, as if feeling helpless at his knowingly asking.Still, he didn't yell.During the three years here, he gradually learned not to be impulsive in every word.

"I'm sorry, Yamazaki, let's go first." Qing hurriedly broke the delicate atmosphere, grabbed the hand of Yuji and left in a hurry.

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"Tell me! What do you want from me?" After taking a seat in the coffee shop not far from the school, Ah Qing immediately went straight to the topic.

The melodious classical music shuttles through the past years in this old coffee shop, and the warm sunshine of Italy shines on the prison temple from the floor-to-ceiling windows.He glanced at the people passing by in twos and threes outside the window, and the long warm orange refraction melted into a piece of green water in his eyes.

He regained his senses and stirred the warm honey-colored coffee.The strong fragrance rises with the mist and rushes into Ah Qing's nose.Mandheling has a unique bitter taste, which Ah Qing has never been used to.The bitter feeling lingered in her tongue, and she didn't feel any meaning at all, only felt that her five sense organs were wrinkled due to the bitterness.

However, Prison Temple likes this feeling.

Watching him stretch out his slender fingers to pick up the coffee and put it into his mouth, Ah Qing felt that he was about to frown in bitterness.

His Adam's apple moved, sending down the smooth liquid, and he finally opened his mouth.

"After a while, it will be the succession ceremony of Judaimu." He lowered his voice and replied with a volume that could only be heard by two people.

I still remember that the succession ceremony was destroyed by the Simon family a few years ago. After such a long period of time, the leaders of the nine generations never mentioned the matter of succession again.But now it's different, Ah Gang has gradually become independent in the past few years of study.

It's time to try to hand Pengo Lie into his hands.

She picked up the Ole coffee, and the sweet milk frothed around her mouth.

"What's so delicious about something so sweet that it's too sweet to die for?" He Si choked on Ah Qing's swallowing motion with another sentence.

"You—! So you want me to participate?" She suppressed the faint anger in her heart, and still asked about the business.

"No." His tone was very serious, "Except for the Youmeng family of family friends, even if they know your name, they don't know your identity."

Ah Qing paused his hands, and looked at him with some puzzlement.

Indeed, she has never revealed her identity in the slightest, except for those families who are friends of life and death.The only people who knew her before were Simon and Gabrielone.The future Prynne doesn't count.Even the last inheritance ceremony did not create any illusion for her to deceive other people's eyes.

Reborn had told her about it before she came to that school.Yamazaki also asked about it, but she just dismissed it casually. After all, she could only find blood relatives in name, and they had nothing to do with the Mafia at all.

"So, you just need to participate as an ordinary member. You don't need to participate in the formal succession ceremony." It's like recording with your eyes.

Ah Qing nodded with a vague understanding, looking at the prison temple with a serious expression.

"I have followed Mr. Reborn's wishes and asked for leave before and after the succession ceremony for you."

"...So, time, place?" She tilted her head slightly, showing a puzzled expression.

"Someone will come to pick you up then." He answered simply and clearly.

Ah Qing twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly, looking at the prison temple who turned his head out of the French window again, wondering what he was thinking.

He has really changed, the impulsive and stubborn expression he used to have can hardly be seen on his face, and even his temperament has changed a lot.It seems that in order to better assist the ten generations of leaders in the future, I really spent a lot of thought.At least for now, he seems calm and quiet.Only occasionally, that familiar look will be revealed.

"Prison Temple, I almost don't know you anymore."

Hearing the sound, the other party turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

"Sigh... I've been here by myself for three years. I don't even know what's happened to you..." Ah Qing leaned on the back of the seat, and sank into the soft sofa, rather emotion.

"You woman seems to have a good time with that Yamazaki." He folded his arms, looking very teasing.

"It's all because Italian is so difficult to learn..." She pulled her hair vigorously, regardless of her image.When she thought of the letters flying all over the sky, what kind of negative and positive, she felt extremely broken.She has memorized 5000 years of Chinese fluently, so why she can only kneel down and beg for mercy when she encounters this pile of letters.

"Sure enough, she's still a stupid woman."

The straightforward ridicule not only did not make Ah Qing angry, but felt a little nostalgic.Living here is indeed a lot quieter, but no one is noisy all day long, and when they are angry, they will call her stupid and call her a "stupid woman" involuntarily-I feel a little unaccustomed to suddenly missing these things.

Seeing that she was silent, Guisi bent his knuckles and knocked on the table.People who used to quarrel with him in a few words also became quiet now, even if he didn't feel used to it.

"By the way. It's not Bingsheng here, no one will talk to you." He hesitated for a moment, then cast his serious eyes on Ah Qing, "So it's not a good thing to have a good relationship with those people, and too much involvement will hurt Peng Lie not good."

"But he is the only one who can patiently teach me Italian... No matter what, I should thank him. People here are not familiar with the place, and they fight and kill all day long. It is very difficult to say a word. I'm learning... I'm probably the only one with a zero foundation." Ah Qing sighed, she knew that the prison temple was alluding to Yamazaki's matter, but most of the students in this school were Italians, descendants of mafia and so on.Even by osmosis her progress was very slow.And in this place, it is really rare for someone to take the initiative to teach her.

"Hey you——!" The prison temple's face became irritated, and the voice also raised a little bit, and the ending sound rose angrily.

This move caught the attention of the surrounding customers, and he immediately returned to his original state, venting his upset and irritable expression as he fell heavily onto the sofa.

"Do you, woman, know this..." He stabilized his emotions, and opened his mouth in a calm manner.

"I know." Ah Qing interrupted Guisi with some helplessness.In fact, she knows everything, whether it is fighting or the way of life, she can be far ahead of others.The language is not good. After getting used to the Asian way of speaking, Italian becomes extremely difficult to learn. Why is Italian not good? She is also very troubled.

That guy Fran wouldn't bother to teach her Italian, and he'd be pretty good at not laughing at her deadpan.

Prison Temple looked at the helpless girl in front of him, and opened his mouth, but he didn't have the mood to criticize.He thought for a moment, as if he had made some difficult decision.Emerald color faintly flowed from the eyes.

"You stupid woman is really hopeless. Forget it, let me teach you. Don't ask people from other families."

The author has something to say:

The contrast between Prison Temple's calmness and occasional frenzy is very cute when you think about it.

Maybe some people feel that the development is a bit fast?

According to the previous clues, it should belong to both of them who care a little bit... It's been a long time since we haven't seen each other, and it's as if fermentation has gradually become more concerned.