It turned out that the ex was a big boss

Not to mention Ryunosuke Akutagawa who gave up the idea of ​​silence when he found out that they knew each other and left consciously. In fact, Haru Watanabe didn't have any deep feelings for Zhongyuan Zhong.

The relationship between them is not so much love as it is his one-sided desire for sex.

He has a good face and a good personality, which already poked him very much.

They don't have unforgettable experiences, some just get along with each other slowly.

But Watanabe Haru knew that they would separate sooner or later.

Because of his past experience, he can't always be completely sincere to others. Nakahara Chuya must have paid more than him, and Chuya is so sensitive, he will soon notice it.

That's why Watanabe Haru said that it was inevitable for them to separate.

And they were together by chance.

He lowered his eyes and saw the orange-red hair from the corner of his eye. The tip of his nose seemed to smell the aroma of red wine, mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

Even though he has let go of Chuya, he will still feel tenderness towards gentle people and yearn for such warmth.

This gentle person is less like Mafia than him, how did he get into PortMafia?

But such a guy is also very cute.

Watanabe Haru smiled softly: "Chuya is still so gentle."

Nakahara Chuya leaned on Watanabe Haru's shoulder dully, wanting to reach out and pinch himself to see if it was a hallucination!

The physical exhaustion is so real, the shoulders that meet are also warm, and the deep voice in the ear shows that this is Haru Watanabe himself.

This is not a supernatural ability, because he noticed that when Watanabe Haru first appeared, he avoided the movement to the left. This is not a habit that one would have when using a supernatural ability to transform, so...

But—wasn't he the breakup?Why did Sunny still lean over?In this way, wouldn't it be easy for him to propose a reunion?

hateful!Is this some new trick? !

Seeing that he seemed to be lost in thought, Haru Watanabe didn't interrupt him, but only wanted to accompany him for a while before going to Tokyo.

Now that the white mist has dissipated, there is nothing to stop him, and it doesn't matter if he stays a few minutes longer.he thinks.

They cuddled together to watch the sunrise.The sunrise is silent, but also full of hope and warmth. The light is poured on the sea, sparkling and beautiful.

After all, rationality prevailed, Zhong Yuan closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he was one of the five cadres of PortMafia.

He stood up—his strength had returned.

With a slightly insolent smile, he reached out and patted the shoulder of the man in front of him: "Thank you!"

As for why 1.6 meters can shoot 1.9 meters' shoulders effortlessly, it is because 1.9 meters did not stand up.

"We'll still be friends in the future, right?" The orange-haired young man smiled unchanged, as if he didn't care about the answer to this question.

But there was a trace of uneasiness in his blue eyes, and he couldn't even control his emotions and showed a little sharpness.

Haru Watanabe had a panoramic view of these.

He also stood up and nodded: "Yes."

They will be friends, and only friends.

A 22-year-old and a 24-year-old are both old enough to be responsible for their own decisions, so the two looked at each other and walked away tacitly.

Even though they are both in Yokohama, they are not in a relationship where they can see each other without looking up.

The road forks, there is no right or wrong, just go on both sides.

*

Watanabe Haru wouldn't know that after he left, there was a person watching him go away with soft eyes, watching him leave from his own world.

He got on the tram bound for Tokyo, closed his eyes and meditated.

The exhaustion from not sleeping all night swept over him, and he couldn't help but relax his vigilance and lowered his head.

The long knife around his waist is still hanging on his body, but under the operation, no one notices it. This is the restraint he imposed on himself.

His spell is called 'ignore', it doesn't have any fighting effect, but it is deeply loved by him.

In exchange for shielding oneself from the perception of other people's aura, shielding others' perception of one's own aura is the bondage.

There are two ways to unbind.

One is to draw a sword by himself, and the other is to hold a weapon in someone else's hand or use spells and supernatural powers. Both of these will allow him to unshackle in one direction, regain his sixth sense, and increase his combat ability by about 30%.

And only when he uses spell power or clan ability—although it has disappeared now—will he release the restraint in both directions, and others can perceive his strength and aura. At this moment, his combat ability is 120% of the original.

So Watanabe Haru with bare hands is him most of the time.

He knows that it is not only the technique that determines the strength, but also his own efforts-this is what Teacher Sanwa Yiyan once said.

Lord Yiyan's gift is swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship is naturally taught by him.

In terms of skill alone, his sword might be slightly inferior to his senior brother's, but slightly stronger than his senior brother's.

When getting out of the car, he subconsciously wanted to put his hand on the sword at his waist, but remembering that he was still in the crowd, he put his hand down again.

They cannot see it unless they touch it.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked across the crowd to that person.

It is not accurate to say that they are staring at each other, because the person who is staring at him did not open his eyes, but just turned his face to this side.

But he's just so discerning, and he's laughing.Obviously did 'see' him.

This person is the first customer after he opened the shop.

While still thinking, his footsteps involuntarily went there, maybe because of curiosity in his heart, maybe because of something else.

Noisy voice poured into the ear, Watanabe Haru thought absently: This person is very interesting.

The guests always give him a strange feeling, but the restraint he set for himself has not lost its effect, and he can detect any changes in his physical fitness.

Every time it seems that when the condition for releasing the restraint is reached, it returns to calm.

Simply put, the power over the guest is calm.

If the guest has power, it probably activates it all the time, but because of the too smooth and precise control, the conditions for releasing the restraint have not been met.

Maybe his strength is just low?

Therefore, a guest is equivalent to a stimulus.

Haru Watanabe, who said that he wanted to live a peaceful life, walked towards the man with bandaged eyes very honestly: "We meet again, what a coincidence."

The man smiled and denied: "Unfortunately."

interesting!He's not like an ordinary person, and he doesn't speak smoothly like most people!He loves the way he talks!

Watanabe Haru's eyes lit up slightly, she restrained her excitement, and her smile remained unchanged: "My guest, if you say that, I will think you are waiting for me on purpose."

Deliberately slowing down the speed of speech made the words less polite and more tender.The ending of the words on the pick is also intriguing and lingering.

But even though the intimacy he pretended looks real, it pales in comparison to the man.

I saw the man's moist and lustrous lips slightly raised as if he had applied lip balm: "I'm working as a teacher in Tokyo~"

Because going to Yokohama is a business trip, so it is a 'unfortunate' to meet here, as long as you go to Tokyo, the possibility of meeting is very high.

"... Teacher?" Haru Watanabe was so shocked that he paused for a moment, and then asked back.

Perhaps because he imagined the surprised expression on his face, the man nodded happily: "I am a glorious teacher of the people."

Watanabe Haru put on a smile, and suppressed the shock: "This job must make the customer very proud."

"Why do you say that?"

"Although the eyes cannot be seen, the guests showed very real emotions." Haru Watanabe walked out of the platform side by side with the man in front of him, "So I guess the guests like this job very much."

He laughed at Yan Yan, and the guests couldn't help laughing too: "Call me 'Wu'."

The thinking of the guest in front of him was jumping, and Watanabe Qing followed him, smiling and nodding: "Then Wu Jun called me 'Qing'?"

Gojo Satoru changed the subject again with great interest: "Then Qing-kun, do you want to add a friend?"

So much fun, they're sure to become buddies!He believed so firmly that he didn't even say his full name. Sure enough, Qing-kun thought the same way, right?

He easily got the contact information of the manager of the 'Sunny' dessert shop, and was ready to go back and report in a happy mood.

Gojo Wuxu patted Haru Watanabe on the shoulder, obviously smiling, but it seemed a little threatening: "Be prepared to reply to my messages at all times!"

Watanabe Haru looked at her shoulder that was not touched: "...OK."

This person may not only be funny, but also a willful kind of person.

This is exactly what he wants!

But on the surface, his eyes drooped slightly, and he seemed to be a good-natured person who was submissive.

Relying on lowering his head, and the other party was still blindfolded, he raised the corners of his mouth, hiding the conflicting emotions in his eyes and face.

"Goodbye~"

After the sound passed, Watanabe Haru raised his head - Gojo Satoru's figure had disappeared into the crowd.

*

He should have gone straight to his junior brother Yatogami Gorou.

It should be like this.

But he looked up and saw a black-haired boy with a prickly hair on the street.

"……elder brother?"

In an instant, fear, nostalgia, joy, admiration, gratitude - complex emotions came one after another.

The boy's lazy and indifferent voice seemed to sound in his ears again.