Penggli Rhapsody

Generally speaking, the hall on the first floor of the Mafia school dormitory is where students eat.

However, if there is no class, a group of teenagers and girls move the tables and chairs in the hall on the first floor of the dormitory to the new square in front of the dormitory, drinking tea and chatting, and the dormitory administrator will not stop it.

"I want to have afternoon tea and have to move the table and chairs by myself. Going to school is such a troublesome thing." Wearing a big frog hat and dragging the chair, Fran's expressionless tone made people feel that he was complaining .

"I used to hear the mafia school that the idiot seniors occasionally mentioned, but it is extremely extravagant."

"Yes, Fran, you were tired of studying and refused to come to the mafia school. You didn't catch up with the good times." Lambo Povino rolled his eyes and said.

"Me and Zhong also moved an extra table, Fran, why don't you complain if you just move the chair you're sitting on."

"Also, calling him a prince in front of Belphegor, and calling him an idiot behind his back, Fran, you are too inconsistent." Lambo Povino clicked his tongue.

"Correction, it's usually the prince (false) that I yell face to face." Fran said.

——Although for Belphegor, such a title might not be as good as 'Senior Idiot'.

Move the table and put it under a shade tree in the new square, set up the chairs and bring a tray with porcelain cups and teapots. The teapots are already brewed black tea.

Rambo Bovino likes to put milk in black tea, and Fran puts sugar in black tea, and Chuya Nakahara, who is sitting beside him, feels the warm breeze and warm sunshine on the campus in the afternoon, but he can’t do anything with a mouthful of boredom There is no black tea that looks slightly bitter.

Refreshing.

"Chuya, you have been in school for almost ten days now, and you have not slept at night, can you still hold on now?" Lambo Povino looked at Chuya Zhongya with concern while holding a porcelain cup.

To be precise, exactly ten days.

The mafia school implements elite education, there are not many students in it, and the campus is very wide, but there are not many places suitable for people to rest without distractions.

For the students of mafia school, the safest place should be the school dormitory.

Except for the external protection personnel, the roommates in the dormitory are all people I trust. Losing consciousness and drowsiness in such a place is the most ideal time to rest.

However, as I said before, neither Chuya Nakahara nor Osamu Dazai has yet passed the first lesson in their mafia school that will benefit people for life.

Except for the first three or four days, I don’t know how Bailan Jesso convinced himself these days. He was able to fall asleep as peacefully as he used to be roommates with Rambo Povino, and the pain of insomnia soon passed. .

Therefore, in the dormitory of Rambo Bovino, Bailan Jesso, Nakahara Chuya, and Dazai Osamu, only Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu are still on the verge of insomnia.

"I see that you are not very guarded against me and Bailan, and the reason is Dazai." Rambo Povino tilted his head and looked at Chuya Nakahara, saying in disbelief.

"At any rate, Dazai and Chuya are from the same mafia family. Is it necessary to be so defensive?"

Is it a problem with the port mafia or is it a problem with Osamu Dazai to be so wary of his companions?

"You don't understand, Dazai is not a person who can make people relax at all." Nakahara took a deep breath, only feeling a headache.

After staying without sleep for so many days, even the top-notch Nakahara Nakahara felt a splitting headache, and Dazai Osamu, who was in a sub-healthy state and had more brains, was definitely not much better at this time.

"The first lesson of the mafia school." Fran drank his black tea and said in an outsider's tone very flat.

"The illusionists in the mafia school share a room with each other. Me really can't empathize."

"..." Rambo Povino.

Nonsense, illusionists with fog attributes will hide themselves, and when they are fake, they are also true, and when they are fake, they are not even aware of it. Who dares to live in the same room as an illusionist.

Some illusionists can deceive themselves even if they are insane, let alone others.

— Let alone this particular example.

"Bai Lan and his class are in class now, why doesn't that bandage maniac in your class come when we drink tea?" Fran complained flatly and said.

"If there are enough four people, we should be able to fight 'Ma Jiang'."

"It's 'Mahjong'.