[Tutor] Touch the Light

"It's nice to say... In the end, it's just 'for me' to make excuses."

The young man's originally pure voice seemed to be filtered by something, with some abnormal hoarseness, "Peng Gelie's people just didn't tell the truth."

He met her eyes suddenly, but left immediately within a few seconds.

Hara Yimojiu seemed to be groping in the dark, tentatively took a few steps forward, and then no longer dared to move forward.

"There are no mines here, Ah Mo." He turned his head against the light and smiled at her indifferently, "You can go wherever you want."

Hara Yisue opened his mouth to say something——

"Judaime, Yamamoto..." The handle of the door seemed to be pushed down the hardest this time, and the voice of the person coming in stopped abruptly for some reason, "I'm back..."

It's Hayato Prison Temple.Although the girl didn't react at the first sight, if she saw it within 5 seconds, she would still recognize it. This is the prison temple Hayato she knew.

Ten years later, the prison temple Hayato in her impression has not changed much.She admitted that she had never observed him carefully before, but only remembered a certain feature that best represented his personal existence...

Sure enough.

"Hara Yi?!" It can be heard that this voice is almost broken, "Judaimu, when did Hara Yi become this ghost..."

"Prison Temple Monarch."

He spit out the name softly but quickly, clear and cold.

She knew that he just wanted to close the window just before the prison temple came in, and the prison temple Hayato came in at an extremely bad time, as if from that moment on, it was the caressing breeze that began to howl presumptuously.

Hara Yisue finally murmured: "Is it winter here now..."

What was unexpected was that someone would listen clearly and give her a response: "Yes."

It's Tsunayoshi Sawada.

Prison Temple looked at Mojiu's body for sure, then turned back to the person behind him after a long time, "Judaime, Yamamoto is back. It's just that... the task has not been completed."

"...are you injured?"

"It's just a skin injury, Judaime."

Prison Temple made some adjustments to his subsequent report, "Vengele's medical team has already performed a simple bandage... Then, Yamamoto, should he continue? He still owes a lot..."

"Need not."

"In the future, report the degree and severity of the injury first, Prisoner-kun." Sawada closed the cap of his pen and sorted out the stack of documents, "I don't need anything else."

Prison Temple nodded slightly when the words came to an end: "Yes..."

Hara Yisueji stared at Sawada with a look that even he didn't know.

These two people, no, it should be said that so far all the people here have not given themselves a moment to speak.It's like the kind of people who treat themselves as dumb... although it's not shameful enough to ignore.

"That..." The question marks piled up in front of it became blank when the sound came out, "Can you... close the window a little bit."

...something an idiot would say!

Gujiji seemed to want to yell at her in the next second, but his reaction was still a beat slower than Sawada: "Yes."

He said, slowly got up and wanted to grab the handle of the window.

He turned back and smiled at her: "Ah Mo has any request, just ask."

"No, no..."

Sawada didn't wait for Hara Yisueku to finish his sentence, and turned his gaze to the prison temple beside him.

Prison Temple seemed to be stunned by something, closed his eyelids for a while and was silent for a while, then suddenly said to her:

"Hey Hara Yi, go to the next room to choose a dress." He paused, "There are many styles, if you don't like it after reading it, I'll ask someone to make it for you."

Hara Yimojiu should have been stunned at the first moment, "...what are you going to do?"

"Participate in the wedding." Prison Temple handed her a square card with a lavender background, "Tenth Generation Purpose."

wedding?

It sounded unusually harsh.

There is no ringtone from the mobile phone, only the vibration that can make the heart beat faster.

Sawada narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the caller, then reached out and pressed the answer button.

"Wow—"

Chimoto's voice, which was set to the maximum decibel, came from the microphone: "...Sawada Tsunayoshi, how long are you going to dawdle! Sasakawa is going to cry, okay—"

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She almost melted into the cold wall behind her.

Sawada Tsunayoshi knew that he had indeed been looking at her for a long time, but his eyes still couldn't be separated from this person.He even had this kind of thought: he thought, as long as the reborn doesn't move, it doesn't matter if he doesn't move.

It seems to be a competition of endurance to see who can last the longest without speaking.

The boy knew that Reborn would shoot without hesitation when encountering such a situation: "Are you from ten years later?"

The voice of the response was so ethereal that it was almost nothingness, "Mr. Reborn, this is a useless question."

"You have no right to say that about me." The little baby gritted his teeth, "Answer me, Yuan Yi of this era was dragged by you to ten years later, right?"

"We haven't used a ten-year-old rocket launcher here, so that's the only possibility to rule out that." Reborn put down the gun angrily, and a cold look flashed across the black eyes on both sides under the brim of his hat.

Continue to look carefully... It should be said to be observation, which is what Tsunayoshi Sawada instinctively wants to do now.

When I looked at the second and third glances, I suddenly found that there was not much change in her body: she was wearing a women's suit that was almost the same as reborn and fit just right, outlining the curves that a woman in her 20s should have. Originally, in this era Her short, shoulder-length aqua-green hair looks a little longer a decade later.Sawada Tsunayoshi tried his best to see her expression through the terrifying long fringe on her forehead, but failed countless times in a short period of time.

What is certain is that she is Hara Yimajiu.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's memory is confirmed, but his mouth seems not sure: "You are... Hara Yito..."

He consciously interrupted the conversation at this point.

"No...you are Sueku-chan?"

The woman finally made the long-awaited movement of raising her head, but it was extremely slow.

Except for the natural luster reflected by the light, those eyes have no luster produced by other emotions, just like a pool that hasn't cleared its ripples for a long time... a dead pool.

And it wasn't until the next second that he realized that he had been completely deceived by those pupils——

Finally, I no longer stick to the wall, and finally no longer treat the wall like a treasure.

Yuan Yi almost held his head up.Take this as the reply that Sawada Tsunayoshi wanted to see her expression just now, and let him see clearly that he didn't have any extra expressions.

All her actions are slow, like a slowed down camera, including the steps towards him.

Just passing by the little baby who could only see the top of the hat, Reborn turned around but surprisingly did not resist.

"Ah Gang's eyes..."

Yuan Yi whispered as if he was calling someone's name.

"Sure enough, it looks very pitiful now."

Not only Hara Yi, but even Sawada Tsunayoshi's shiny right eye is filled with countless streamers of light.

Light enough to suffocate, light enough to take your breath away.Sawada Tsunayoshi's ears seemed to be greatly stimulated, and he couldn't hear a single word she bit out from her lips.

—My eyes... are pitiful? ...

What the hell is this man talking about! ?

From this moment on, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that something was forcibly entering his brain, and he was still trying to adjust his thinking to analyze these words before he fell into chaos, but now he can't.

Reborn looked at Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was holding his head but had no luster in his eyes, and Yuan Yi, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said coldly: "Is this your purpose?"

"Well, it is—but Mr. Reborn, it seems that you still can't change the problem of being suspicious of others."

"Click-"

The sound of guns being loaded.

"I advise you not to touch my bottom line."

Yuan Yi curled his lips, but the next moment he burst into a smile: "Mr. Reborn, please don't call me by my real name to outsiders. That's what A Gang called me just now, it's not acceptable."

Without waiting for Reborn's question, she Yingying said to the little baby: "Ah Gang's reaction is normal. Originally, the human brain would not be able to accept some memories in an instant."

As if talking to himself, "It will take a while."

"Tsuna-kun—I'm going to take a bath——"

Yuan Yi was startled at first, and said to Reborn as usual: "Then, come as agreed, Mr. Reborn."

The little baby was silent.