How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

After that, Dior restrained herself in front of Yu Gongcui for a few days.

Although he was adopted because he was the son of Sir Jonathan's savior, Dior, who had entered the upper class, was obviously not grateful, and only regarded this place as a hunting ground to satisfy his ambition.

And Master Qiao is so heartless that Master Qiao competes one after another... Ah no, he is simple and kind. As a cheap son who also lives and eats at Qiao's house, Yu Gongcui feels that for his own future happiness, it is necessary to observe and beat this... The blond bitch who is bent on making trouble——

If it really doesn't work, then frame him up and sue him, and coax Ser Joestar to drive him away.

I am familiar with this operation. (Slap Chest.jpg)

So during family dinners, the experienced former Mafia lieutenant sat quietly at the dining table, calm and relaxed because he had a plan in his heart, and didn't even bother to glance at Dio from the corner of his eyes.

The white tablecloth hangs down smoothly along the long dining table, and is smudged into a warm orange color by the dancing candlelight. In the middle of the long table is decorated with a thin-necked vase with roses, and several velvet-like crimson flowers hang on it. water droplets.The deacons were holding their napkins and standing with their hands down. The atmosphere was quiet and serious, which was very in line with the aristocratic style that Jazz talked about every day.

No matter how stupid a person is, he would not act out of etiquette at this time. It will undoubtedly make Master Joestar's impression drop to the bottom in an instant, and he will be labeled as an "ungentleman" from then on.

So even though he secretly hated the black-haired boy across the table for blatantly ignoring him, Dio, who knew how to endure, still gritted his teeth and lowered his head, hiding his expression in the shadows.

that guy...

The delicate appearance of the mixed-race, the pale complexion unique to the nobles, and the seemingly casual but absolutely polite manners are undoubtedly completely different from the upper-class people like myself who crawled out of the muddy slums and forcibly disguised themselves by chance, ambition and acting skills. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

hateful--!

Why even this kind of person wants to spoil his good deeds? !Couldn't he be more sensible and let the Joestar family's property fall into his hands obediently! !

The hands on his knees were already clenched into fists. Taking advantage of the interval between serving dishes, Dio showed a very forced smile, and talked to the people around him in a seemingly casual manner.

"Although it's a bit abrupt, but father," the tone of admiration and shyness in his tone is just right, after attracting Sir Joestar's attention, he immediately turned his curious eyes to Yu Gongcui, "I'm new here, and I'm not very friendly to my family. I understand... is this my elder brother or younger brother, what should I call him?"

Yu Gongcui was shocked by his brazen and greasy acting, goosebumps crawled up on his arms.

However, Sir Joestar, who is old and dizzy/bringing his own filter, didn't notice it at all, and even showed obvious care and sympathy for Dior who left his hometown and came to seek refuge with him.

"Oh, you said Amamiya. He is—"

He briefly introduced the background of the story that Yu Gongcui was already familiar with. The gentleman adopted the son of his deceased best friend out of morality.But this time, the man added a paragraph after thinking about it, which made Yu Gongcui, who was sitting on the chair, subconsciously straighten his back.

"... Anyway, that's it."

"However, Yugong, although I adopted you in name, it doesn't matter if you don't want to call me 'Father' now. I understand that the pain in my heart is hard to heal... You can also accept the matter of inheritance." Don't worry, I will keep it safe and return it when you become an adult."

The candlelight flickered silently, and Jazz closed his eyes, his time-marked face showing undisguised nostalgia and grief.When the memories faded away, he sighed softly, the gaze projected from his opened blue eyes was gentle and friendly, yet possessed the majesty of an elder.

"JOJO was born on April [-]th, [-]. He is older than the two of you. Although Amamiya looks calm, he is the youngest. Since we are already a family, you two are older brothers. , take good care of him."

These words were met with a cheery sincerity and a seemingly sincere echo.Amamiya Tsui thanked her on the face, and felt satisfied in her heart because she confirmed the balance in George Joestar's heart. Even Dio's reluctant voice of agreement was so pleasant.

It seems that although he is also a cheap son, his weight in Jazz's heart is still greater than that of Dior who came to his door-after all, he is the son of a close friend who is fragile and needs care.

He smiled at the blond boy opposite him with a mocking smile, which almost made the latter's expression collapse.

Nothing went wrong during the meal, Amamiya Tsui thought it was mainly because Dior's beeping mouth was blocked by food.

However, he had just finished swearing, and Jonathan accidentally knocked over the red wine glass because he was eating too fast and too absorbedly. With a bang, a small piece of the tablecloth was stained red.

The unlucky JOJO froze, shrinking his neck in fear.On the other side of the dining table, Master Qiao was already so angry that his eyebrows were erected, and his index finger was trembling as he pointed at his son. He was obviously very disappointed with his son who failed to live up to his gentleman's standards.

"Table manners! Table manners! Look at the man—"

After being praised, Dior smiled shyly, but in fact, "Fight, fight!" was written all over his face.The corner of Yugong Cui's mouth twitched, feeling inexplicably upset, she simply swung her fork and knocked down her own cup.

The sound of "bang" again attracted everyone's attention, and Sir Joestar, who was about to punish his son for a hungry meal, fell into a daze.jpg.

He turned his head slowly, and saw the overturned goblet in front of Yu Gongcui, and the fork that had not been retracted in his hand.

Before Yu Gongcui could explain, Mr. Qiao took a deep breath, forcibly switched his expression from "shame to anger" to "pleasure", and cared for her.

"Are you full? Is it to your liking? Butler, hurry up and have another drink!"

Xiaocui smiled shyly, and tilted her head slightly at the elder, letting her black hair fall down a bit.The voice is slightly nervous and full of apology, like a poor little animal tentatively stretching out jiojio, which is very capable of inspiring the love of a certain group.

(Technical guidance: Atsushi Nakajima)

"I'm really sorry, I was a little scared when you yelled at Jonathan, accidentally..."

Dior on the opposite side: ? ? ?Does this line sound familiar?

He glared at Yugong Cui, wishing he could poke him to death with a fork on the spot.

Who are you Ser Joestar! !Is the honest gentleman in England the one who falls twice into the same trap? !Your dastardly plot will never succeed!

George Joestar... With a big wave of his hand, George Joestar stepped into Xiao Cui's trap without hesitation. He was so eaten up by this set that he would still be determined to fall for it even if he did it [-] times again.

"Haha, I lost my composure, and I would like to apologize. Well, then let's have another cup for JOJO by the way, please pay attention to etiquette next time, my son!"

The dinner was over quickly, and Sir Joestar, who had consciously established the image of a reliable elder, went back to his bedroom humming a song.Yu Gongcui was dragged to the living room by Jonathan who was full of gratitude, and wrote an [-]-character composition to praise his fearless spirit of sacrifice.

Dio also followed, with his arms folded and leaning against the side cabinet, with a gloomy expression, looking at the two condescendingly, wondering what kind of idea was going on in his mind.

Yu Gongcui was really tired of listening to rainbow farts—the main thing was Jonathan Che Lulu talking back and forth, which was really nothing new—he simply leaned lazily on the sofa and picked his chin at the blond boy who was far away from the two of them. .

"come here."

Dio's face darkened suddenly.

The most unbearable thing he can't stand is being looked down upon when someone mentions the alcoholic father - and Yu Gongcui's undisguised arrogance at this time undoubtedly stepped on this thunder point severely.

Determined to teach this man a profound lesson, Dio noticed a few maids staying nearby, so he suppressed his inner anger and did not explode immediately.

He straightened his stance, held his head up, and refused like a true blue-blooded nobleman: "Pay attention to your attitude."

Jonathan looked a little disturbed.Yu Gongcui succeeded in probing and got a better understanding of this person's character, so she smiled softly.

"You're really patient. Pretty good for your age."

Staring at those red eyes that became brighter because of anger, he pretended not to hear the other party's loud protest of "Who do you think you are, don't judge me!" The purpose of coming to Qiao's house.

The ambitious boy from a poor native family just wants to take a shortcut to achieve a class leap, and the way is to seize the property of the Qiao family.

——That's why he bullied Jonathan, the real heir, and respected him in front of old Mr. Qiao.

But no matter how dirty the mind is and how meticulous the plan is, Dio Brando, the most critical subject, is just a young boy of twelve or thirteen years old.In the eyes of Yu Gongcui, who is especially familiar with conspiracies and tricks, those thoughts are so clear at a glance that they are almost written directly on his face.

Although he has lost repeatedly against a new type of creature like Jonathan, he is very familiar with the type of Dio—or rather, this is the normal person in his impression.

So, not caring about the other party's almost condensed hatred, Amamiya Tsui stood up and walked straight towards the blond boy with his arms subconsciously across his chest, with a vigilant expression on his face. Under Jonathan's blank gaze, he gradually Approaching and approaching, he directly pressed the person onto the cabinet.

Jonathan:!

Are you going to fight, are you going to fight! ...Wait, this pose doesn't quite look like it?

Yu Gongcui had been prepared for a long time, and easily dodged Dio's fist, leaned close to his ear, and murmured in a low voice like a gnat that only the two of them could hear.

"You want the Joestar family's property very much, right? You want it so much that your eyes say it outright——"

The pupils constricted involuntarily, and the blond boy's voice became hoarse as if struck by lightning.

"You—nonsense!!! Bloody spout!"

"I don't."

Yu Gongcui shrugged, stepped back from the frightened young man, and squinted her eyes to admire her masterpiece.

That face was indeed very beautiful, like a statue in a church, the angel holding a harp and a bow and arrow, there was no flaw in it.

Just between the child and the teenager, there is a strange charm formed between the still young features and the deepening facial contours, reminiscent of a half-male lion hunting for the first time, or a flower preparing to emerge from its bud. The devouring flower that wakes up.

There may have been panic at the moment of being exposed, but most of the overreactions afterward were fakes.

Sure enough, after confirming that he was not cheating, the handsome young man bit his lips, his red pupils were quickly clouded with water mist, suppressed his sobs, and begged him for help with this most pitiful gesture.

"Don't tell Dad, please... I don't have a home anymore. If I get kicked out at this time, I will die. It's all your fault!"

Average level of cheap acting but enough to perfuse most people.

He is quick-witted and knows how to use his strengths.

——This is the target of this mission, Dio Brando.

How should I put it... He is obviously a villain who has tried his best, but it just feels... too easy to understand.

The goal is only a small mind of the level of "seizing the family property", and it does not intend to rule the world or destroy the world.

Yu Gongcui couldn't understand it.

This kind of type that is easy to handle in various senses, why is it [Punish the World]?Could it be that punishment means giving for free? No, no matter how you think about it, the difficulty will increase, right? !

However, in the face of this young boy whose thoughts are clearly visible and who is still dedicated to selling miserably, Yu Gongcui has another idea.

——In the final analysis, what the system can detect is only the trust value.

That kind of thing, the brainwashed believers face the leader of the cult/cult, the Stockholm patients face the criminals who kidnapped themselves...don’t they all give 100% trust in giving their lives?That means that these routes are also feasible.

He glanced at Dio, who was covering his face and crying, and nodded thoughtfully.

Anyway, the timing/bomb/bomb under the nose must be dealt with.

So, how about doing an experiment by the way?