I'm not a bomb, so please don't throw me out

A took the coat in his hand, compared it with Yanmao by the shoulders, and was obviously satisfied with the size and length of the clothes before turning his head slightly to explain: "Look, this will cover Yanmao's flat chest gone."

Yamamoto laughed without hesitation, and Tsunayoshi also laughed very flamboyantly.

Yanmao rolled his eyes a few times, curled his lips, pretended not to care, and said, "Laugh, laugh, anyway, it looks good if I cover my whole body. Besides, not every man likes giant [beep] ——” She suddenly turned her head to look at the prison temple, and asked, “Right? Mr. Mao Mao.”

Prison choked for a moment, then looked away and replied unnaturally: "Don't ask me such a strange question suddenly!"

"Strange." Yanmao looked at the prison temple with a puzzled expression, "It stands to reason that you should give me a slap in the face."

As soon as the words fell, a freshly baked bag with reddish and swollen top appeared.

Pointing to the bag on his head, Yanmao asked Jingzi calmly: "Miss Jingzi, look, is this still steaming?"

Facing Yanmao's self-mockery, Jingzi could only look sympathetically.

"Okay, now that the dress problem is solved." Tsuna closed the folder in his hand and said to Yanmao who was still sulking, "Next, Yanmao, Jingzi will be in charge of your etiquette training."

"Leave it to me, Tsuna-kun." Kyoko replied cooperatively.

"...Etiquette training?" Yanmao chewed the word repeatedly, then slumped on the chair with a dejected face, looking at Gang Ji pitifully, "I'm the one who will be shot by the bastard boss soon, Rabbit Ji, you are still torturing me."

Tsuna comforted her: "I think Xanxus should let you survive... right."

In fact, he was very unsure which of the wrathful Valia boss would choose to satisfy between the meat and his own anger.

"Rabbit Ji, it suddenly occurred to me that Bailan is going to teach me an elementary course in programming, and I may not have time for etiquette training."

"Oh, that has been canceled long ago."

"I apply for suicide."

"turn down."

"Then," Tsuna looked at Kyoko, "Kyoko, you can start etiquette training."

Facing Tsuna Yoshi's behavior of dismissing idlers and others, Kyoko understood very well, and pulled Yanmao, who expressed his dissatisfaction, out of the chief's office.Then there were only Tsunayoshi, Gokudera, Yamamoto, and Li Baoen who didn't know when he would fall asleep or wake up in the office.

"About this banquet, Lord Prison," Tsunaji said to Prison, "If Valya wants to take Yanmao away by force, don't be impulsive. And——"

There was apology in Gangji's eyes: "Also, if a woman asks about your relationship with Yanmao at the banquet..."

"I know what to do, Judaime."

With his slightly drooping head and long, messy hair, Tsuna couldn't see the expression of Yuji clearly.

In the lounge of Pengo Li's headquarters, there is a small dance practice room, and now, Jingzi and Yanmao are receiving damn etiquette training in it.

"When standing, the shoulders droop naturally, the heels are close together, the toes are separated, the hands are slightly crossed in front of the body, the face is smiling, the abdomen is drawn, and the chest is raised... Don't be so exaggerated, Yanmao."

"When sitting, you can only sit in one-third of the place, keep your legs together, lean slightly sideways, don't lean forward and lean back, Yanmao can't hunch over!"

"Because the dining system is similar to a buffet, the dining etiquette is somewhat different. You can't take a lot of the same food, and you can't take a lot of food together. You can't talk when you have something in your mouth. Drink in moderation and don't get drunk. Oh Yanmao. "

"When talking, look at the triangular area between the other person's eyes, respect the other person, and have a kind and natural expression. It's not okay to keep your face stiff, Yanmao."

"If someone invites you to dance, you should be tactful when refusing. If it is difficult to refuse, then you'd better agree to his request and don't fall out, Yanmao."

"If someone wants to pour you a drink, you have to control it yourself. It's best to find Mr. Gang and the others to help you stop the drink, you know Yanmao."

Jingzi was eloquent, Yanmao was dizzy, and finally found a gap to make a suggestion: "Miss Jingzi, I don't think anyone will invite me to dance or drink."

"Ah, Yanmao, don't you know?" Jingzi seemed surprised by this question, "Yanmao is very famous in the mafia, especially in the Vongola League family."

Yanmao suddenly had a bad feeling: "Why?"

"In the battle of the Bertram family, Peng Gelielan was wounded and never forgot his lover. He bravely broke into the enemy's lair and wiped out 140 enemy people to rescue the poor hostage Yanmao. This story has spread. Many people have a good impression of Prison Lord All the women have indicated that they will question the Prison Temple at this banquet for a correct answer. I think that by then, the families of these high-ranking women will send people to make things difficult for Yanmao."

Jingzi paused, and then smiled brighter: "After all, it is said that those women have pasted Yanmao's photo on the bedside table and shot it through hundreds of times with darts."

After listening, Yanmao said weakly, "Miss Jingzi, don't tell me such terrible news with a smile on your face."

"So, Yanmao Jiang must fight hard and not be scared away." Behind Jingzi was a raging war, "Let's work hard together, Yanmao."

"Miss Kyoko, why are you so excited..."

"Of course it's because those women are not allowed to be Mrs. Lanshou of Pengo Lie."

"You mean you support me?"

"kindness!"

"...I'm not interested in competing with those horrible women for this position."

"What are you talking about, Yanmaojiang." Jingzi exuded a romantic radiance all over his body, "Don't you, Mr. Prison Temple, like you?"

Yanmao curled her lips: "I didn't see it at all."

"Eh? We all thought that Yan Maojiang also liked Prison Lord."

"...You guessed it wrong, Ms. Kyoko."

"is it?"

"..." Yanmao choked, and was taken aback before forcing out the word "yes".

"Oh——" Jingzi understood after seeing Yanmao's expression, and answered with a drawn-out tone, smiling very ambiguously.

Faced with Kyoko's reaction, Yanmao shrugged, feeling that there was nothing suspicious about the reaction just now, but...

It's just that when I admit that I really don't like Mr. Zha Mao, I feel a little sad.

××××××××

Soon it was the day of the banquet, and Yanmao, who was still in bed, was dragged out of bed by the vigorous Jingzi Xiaochun, Biyangqi and Issota at seven in the morning, and was packed and sent to Pengelie headquarters, the destination—— powder room.

Standing in a daze, Yan Mao let the four overactive and excited women toss her body, what was taken off, what was put on, she did whatever they wanted.

—Otherwise?Anyway, Yan Mao can't handle this dress by himself.

Xiaochun's voice was slightly surprised: "Hay! Yan Maojiang is thinner than I thought."

Jingzi thought for a while: "Well... Then it's makeup and hair."

Issota's calm voice: "No, I think the next step should be to wake this person up."

Yanmao's confused voice: "The one who spoke last, dismiss it."

Bi Yangqi's voice was full of temptation: "If you are hungry without breakfast, I have a special love bento here."

Yanmao's energetic voice: "I'm awake, I'm not hungry, good morning everyone."

Scattering Yanmao's ponytail, Jingzi gently fiddled with her slender fingers, looked at Yanmao's flat bangs, and exchanged a few words with the hair stylist on the side, then the makeup artist on the side nodded and picked up the scissors Start to deal with Yanmao's hair.

"I always feel that the word "handling" gives me a bad feeling. 』

After the hair stylist finished Yanmao's bangs, the makeup artist went to work, holding big and small brown and black brushes, colorful eye shadows, thick and thin lip glosses, and false eyelashes sprinkled with glitter or curled at [-] degrees. got work.

Prison Temple accompanied Gang Ji to see everyone's progress, well, in fact, he also wanted to see Yan Mao's appearance.

Standing at the door of the dressing room, the two saw four women plus three or four make-up artists, hair stylists, and Yanmao. During this period, the make-up artist kept saying "eyes look up", "up, up, look to the left, what are you looking at?" !", "Okay, close your eyes now", "Don't move your eyes all the time!", "Don't touch your bangs!", "Don't talk when you're putting on lip gloss!", and immediately turn around in a tacit understanding, thinking Wait for Yanmao to finish her makeup before formally looking forward to it.

Yanmao felt uncomfortable with false eyelashes attached to her blush and thought, "Rabbit Ji, your makeup artist is really violent." 』

"Finally the painting is finished..." came from the mouth of Yanmao who was relieved.

"Finally finished..." from the exhausted make-up artist.

Attend the Vengley Ball

Looking fixedly at himself in the mirror, Yanmao stretched out his hand to fiddle with the broken hair on his forehead, lightly touched the slightly curly eyelashes with his fingers, then pursed his lips, feeling the slippery and sticky touch of lip gloss, turned his head He said to the makeup artist, "Makeup is really a magical act. Well, even if you say that, it still can't change your bad impression of me."

The make-up artist flung the short leather jacket over his shoulder handsomely, and replied fiercely: "That's right!"

"That's why Usagi Hime and your make-up artist are really violent. 』

After the make-up artist left, Kyoko came out to smooth things over: "Don't worry about Yanmao. Caide used to be a member of the Vongola combat team. Her main duty was to snipe, so her temper was a bit cold. Later, she changed to make-up because her right eye was injured. teacher."