After becoming a chaotic daughter

The new dad doesn't seem to like himself.

Nanako thought.

I don't know why, but from this morning onwards, Ranpo has ignored Nanako. When Nanako followed his ass back to the dormitory to sleep last night, he still shouted angrily, "Are you an idiot?" ", while throwing Nanako to Yosano's dormitory.

"Father." Nanako grabbed the chair, raised her little head, and yelled as she sat on the soft and comfortable luxurious office chair.

Holding the comic book, he nestled in the chair randomly, controlled the chair to turn to the other side, without looking at Nanako: "Hmph!"

He figured it out, so he didn't care about this little kid who caused him to miss a big piece of cake, let her find someone else to be her father!Being a dad is no fun!

Nanako looked at Ranbu who had turned to the other side, and blinked blankly. After thinking for a while, she walked around the chair, ran to the other side, continued to grab the armrest of the chair, and tiptoed to the other side. Grab Luanbu's sleeve.

"Dad." She called persistently.

"Hmph!" Luanbu firmly ignored her.

"dad."

"I won't talk to you!"

"dad."

"can not hear!"

"Dad, eat cake."

"where!"

Nanako: "..."

[Idiot, this father must be an idiot. 】

Seeing Ranbu who immediately turned her head away, Nanako thought confidently in her heart.

Biting her finger, she answered him slowly: "...cake, no more, I've eaten all of them."

Luanbu suddenly looked like a deflated balloon, slumped listlessly in the chair, with a lackluster look on his face.He wanted to turn back and continue to ignore Nanako, but his lazily squinted eyes glanced at Nanako who was standing on the edge of the chair, looking up at him like a little idiot.

He paused while turning the chair, reached out his hand and took out a five hundred yuan coin from his pocket, stuffed it into Nanako's hand, and said to Nanako arrogantly:

"Go to the coffee shop downstairs to buy cakes! I'll be your dad only if I have cakes!"

Suddenly a coin was stuffed in her hand, Nanako stared down at the round coin in her hand, for some reason, she felt like she was walking in disorder, like the kind of rocking car that children sit on, and she put in a coin from the coin slot to meet his requirements , he can barely be a father for a day - what was thrown in yesterday was ice cream, and what is going to be thrown in today is cake.

She answered "Oh" slowly, and thought about where the "cafe downstairs" was. She seemed to have seen it when she came here in the morning. It was on the first floor of this red brick building. , with katakana written on it that she couldn't understand.

It's just downstairs, just take the elevator down, it's not far away.

It is normal for a six-year-old child to run errands and buy things, and Nanako is not a real child. She clutched the coins in her hand and was just about to go out when she walked in disorder but suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the back of the collar.

"Wait a minute!" Ranpo grabbed her. Although Nanako looked too precocious and not cute at all, Ranpo's weak common sense also told him that a child might get lost when going out alone, so he never I found a brand new blank book in the drawer, tore off a page, scribbled two lines with a marker, and then taped the paper to the clothes on Nanako's chest.

Nanako looked down at the crooked words written on the paper pasted to her chest.

【Armed Detective Agency】

【If you find it, please return it】

She only understood two Chinese characters in the following line of Japanese, "Shi" and "Return". Although she couldn't understand other hiragana characters, she probably guessed the meaning of this sentence, which should be similar to " If you find it, please return it to me."

...Is this a new type of dog tag?

There was a hint of bewilderment on her dry, expressionless little face.

Ranpo admired his "masterpiece" quite complacently, and felt that he really deserved to be a genius detective with superhuman intelligence. Finally, he patted Nanako's thin body and said, "Okay, let's go out! I want chocolate for the cake, buy it." Come back immediately after finishing. Children can't run around, if you run around, you won't be able to find your father!"

At this time, he naturally began to play a "father" again.

Nanako silently said "Don't argue with idiots" in her heart, and went out with the round coin in her hand.

The red brick building where the detective agency is located looks a little old, and the elevator in the building is also quite retro. The floor is not displayed on a digital screen, but a pointer dial embedded in the elevator wall.

Nanako walked into the elevator, stretched out her hand and pressed [1], the elevator closed the door slowly, and then began to descend slowly, and the pointer on the wall slowly turned from [4] to [1].

Ding - a sound.

The elevator reached the first floor and opened the door slowly.

Nanako likes this slow elevator, it feels safer to go slower.She got out of the elevator, walked towards the outside of the office building, stood at the entrance of the corridor, poked her head out and looked around, and soon saw a shop that was probably a coffee shop, just a few steps to the right after leaving the office building.A red-painted iron signboard hangs under the eaves of the door, and it will shake slightly when the wind blows. The wooden frame door with large pieces of glass looks very British, leisurely and cozy.

Nanako ran over on short legs, and saw a fat three-coloured cat lying on the steps at the door.

"Meow~"

The cat nestled in the middle of the stairs, barked lazily at Nanako, and licked its paws, as if knowing that Nanako was going to enter the store, it got up and jumped down the stairs to make way for her.

Nanako stared at the cat for a while: "...Meow."

"Meow~meow~" The cat stood on the side of the road and called twice in response.

"Meow meow." Nanako also called to it.

"Meow~meow~" The cat circled around Nanako, then jumped up the stairs, stood at the door of the coffee shop, stretched out its paw and patted the door, as if signaling Nanako to go in.

The stairs were a bit high, and Nanako climbed up with both hands and feet, and pushed open the door of the coffee shop with a little effort. She on the side of the road and in the store looked at each other for a while, then ran away wagging their tails.

The woman's kind voice sounded behind Nanako. Nanako raised her head and saw an aunt wearing an apron.

"Welcome... are you here to buy the cake yourself?" Auntie leaned down and asked Nanako at a slower pace.

"Cake...cakey, buy, cake." Nanako said stumblingly, the unfamiliar pronunciation still made her unable to get used to it, even if she knew how to pronounce it, her vocal cords and tongue could not pronounce the syllables well, "Chocolate, cake, buy ,one."

She put the coin she had been clutching tightly into the palm of her aunt's hand, and wanted to say "packing", but suddenly found that she didn't know how to say "packing" in Japanese. She didn't know herself. The memory of this body seemed to be She didn't know about this kind of thing, so she could only describe it with gestures: "The box...wrap it, cake."

"Okay, don't worry, talk slowly." Auntie listened to her patiently, "I want a chocolate cake, pack it up and take it away, right?"

【持ち帰り】

Nanako caught this phrase, literally translated it means "take it away", it should be the Japanese word for "package", she wrote it down, and nodded to her aunt.

"Okay, the total is four hundred yen." The aunt took her to find a vacant seat facing the bar and sat down. "Sit here for a while, and the aunt will pack the cake for you."

She sat on a chair with Nanako in her arms, and suddenly saw the paper on her chest.

"...Armed Detective Agency... Please return it if you find it?" She read the words on the paper, and Nanako was able to understand the meaning of the line she couldn't understand, "So it's a child from the Detective Agency upstairs. "

"This age... is Mr. Fukuzawa's daughter?" Auntie asked curiously.

【Fukuzawa】

This pronunciation is the name of the gray-haired grandfather. Nanako followed Yosano several times yesterday, and probably remembered how to pronounce the names of some people in the detective agency.

So she shook her head.

"Father, Luanbu." She said to her aunt.

Aunt understood: "So it's Mr. Ranpo's daughter..."

The waiter aunt suddenly remembered something.

As a regular customer of the coffee shop, she naturally knew that Ranpo would only be around this year, but Nanako also seemed to be about five years old.

"...Little friend, what's your name?" She asked Nanako carefully.

"Nanako." Nanako answered her, while moving into the chair, unable to step on the floor, she was a little afraid of falling.

The aunt paused, and then asked her again: "Nanako, your mother..."

She spoke halfway, but suddenly stopped, as if she didn't know what to ask for the second half, Nanako thought for a while, and thought she might want to ask "Where is your mother", so she said directly: "Mom, died."

A look of pity suddenly appeared on the aunt's kind and kind face.

"Good boy, good boy... just sit down for a while, auntie will get you a cake." She patted Nanako's head and went to pack the cake for her.

Nanako sat on a chair and waited for her. There were no customers in the coffee shop at the moment, except for the aunt, and there was only a polite uncle standing behind the bar counter wiping the cups. Nanako watched him wipe the cups. The uncle noticed her gaze and rushed She smiled slightly, and looked like a refined British gentleman in every move.

The aunt quickly packed the cake, found some change and put it in a small pocket for her, and gave her a small biscuit to eat.

The biscuit tasted like milk, biting the biscuit, Nanako hugged the cake box, ran into the elevator, ate the biscuit slowly, and then stretched out her hand to press the button next to the elevator door.

She stood on tiptoe of her short legs.

Stand on tiptoe.

stand on tiptoe...

tiptoe...

Nanako, who tried to reach out her hand, found a problem. She was lying on the elevator wall on tiptoe, and her fingertips could only press the "3" button on the side of the elevator door. Even if she jumped up, she couldn't reach "" 4" sides.

But the detective agency is on the fourth floor, not the third.

Holding the cake, she stood in the elevator and fell into deep thinking—why is there no small bench in the elevator?

Without a small bench, Nanako could only press the number "3". After all, it is better to walk up one flight of stairs than four.The elevator once again slowly ascended to the third floor, and opened the door slowly, like an elderly snail, all movements were slow.

Nanako slowly moved out of the elevator like a little snail, carrying the cake.

The elevator closed behind her with a "ding".

The corridor on the third floor was quiet, there was no one there, the ground was covered with dust, as if no one had been here for a long time, the sunlight came in through the only window at the end of the corridor, and fell faintly on the wall, The dust flying in the air was clearly reflected on the floor.

No one lives on this floor, and no one works on it.

The red brick office building has five floors. There is a coffee shop on the first floor, and a detective agency on the fourth floor. Nanako doesn't know what the other floors are like.

On the empty and quiet floor, there was only the sound of Nanako's small footsteps. She hugged the cake, moved from the elevator door to the stairs, and then began to climb the stairs.

It's really hard to climb the stairs while holding the cake. She wobbled several times and almost fell down. The body of a child is not easy to use at all. If it can grow fifty centimeters taller, no, even if it is only twenty centimeters, She wouldn't be so disgraced even climbing the stairs.

Nanako buried her head in climbing the stairs, remembering to put a small bench in the elevator, she never wanted to climb stairs again.

After finally climbing up to the familiar fourth floor, Nanako sat on the stairs holding the cake and rested for a while, then climbed up clumsily, carefully carried the cake and ran to the brand new gate of the detective agency, reaching out to reach for it. She has a doorknob that's a little bit taller.

click,

The door was opened from the inside.

Nanako raised her head, her hand stretched out to reach the doorknob was still in mid-air, like a stuck puppet, her face had no expression on her face, her dark eyes were staring at Luanbu who opened the door.

"Dad." She called out, her tone was dry, as rigid as a robot, and the pauses between syllables were abrupt and stiff.

"……chocolate cake."

She held up the cake in her hand to show to Luanbu, wanting to exchange for today's "Dad" for herself.

Ranbu looked down at her, Nanako was very short, only as tall as his thighs, her dry and yellow hair was frizzy due to malnutrition, even if she and Yosano helped her comb it in the morning, it would still be up in a mess.

He stretched out his hand to take the cake away from Nanako's hand, and picked Nanako up like he was carrying a box. The posture was very awkward, far from the standard posture for holding a child, but he was in a mess with great interest. Ayuki completely ignored this point, after all, it was Nanako who would feel uncomfortable being hugged, not him.

"Go! Dad will take you out to play! We'll eat the cake later!"

Excitedly hugging Nanako, he ran into the elevator like a gust of wind, and pressed down on the first floor. Just before the elevator door closed, Kunikida from behind finally caught up and squeezed into the elevator.

With a ding, the elevator went back to the first floor again, and opened the door slowly.

Nanako who just climbed back to the fourth floor: "..."

She suddenly didn't want to exchange for today's father.

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[(7.16) The following are supplementary instructions]

Nanako is malnourished and her height is equivalent to that of a 2-year-old child. Although she is 6 years old, she is actually only as tall as a 4-year-old child, and is very thin. She is not as fat and strong as a [-]-year-old child. So when you jump up, you spend all your strength on your feet. If you are in the air, you don’t have the strength to press the elevator button.

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Regarding the problem of not being able to press the elevator button, children nowadays are generally taller, so please don’t use the children around you to substitute Nanako. In the past ten years, the average height of our country has grown by several centimeters. The year background in this article is around 2010.

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If you want to actually calculate the data, it is also released below↓

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[Elevator Calculation] (Data comes from Baidu's actual measurement reference table)

①The height of a 4-year-old child is calculated based on 100cm, and the arm is 34cm

The height that can actually be reached = height + arm + tiptoe height - length of head and neck

The height of tiptoes must be lower than the length of the head + neck, so the height that can be reached is calculated as 130cm

②The height of the buttons on the 4th floor of the elevator

The height of the button for opening and closing the door (or emergency paging) at the bottom of the elevator is generally 120cm-130cm

Door open key + emergency paging key + 1st floor + 2nd floor + 3rd floor, add up the length of these 5 keys and the gap between the keys, a little less, even if it is 12cm

In other words, the minimum height of the 4th floor key should also be 120+12=132cm

And you can only press the side under the 4th floor button

③The height of a 4-year-old child can reach 130cm, and the height of the buttons on the 4th floor is 132cm

So it's normal if you can't press it, don't press it, I'm really tired otz

She's really short, weak, and skinny now, don't bring in a healthy kid anymore