My brother is not a good person

Forced to sit on a chair, Verlaine fell into a deep silence as he looked at the golden subspace cube on his wrist.

Obviously, even if the conflict between Rimbaud and him has been eliminated, the other party has not completely calmed down.

This incident is the most sufficient evidence.

The bright golden yellow was carefully covered by Aiya on Verlaine's nails.

After three times of practice, her nail polish skills have improved a lot, at least it won't be applied to the skin other than the nails.

Osamu Dazai, who was standing aside, adhered to the principle of "As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed" (and because Verlaine couldn't beat him to death), he gesticulated beside Aiya and made up his mind.

He carried the cosmetics that Aiya had carried on his back, and while avoiding Luo Jia's rubbing back and forth, he rummaged through them to find even weirder makeup products than the ones he used on his face.

"Did Aiya never use foundation for Chuya and Fei Jia?" Dazai Osamu asked knowingly, "Don't forget this time."

With that said, he took out the blackest liquid foundation and put it in Aiya's hand.

"Don't you want to try the Chinese-style makeup, Aiya?"

A still photo of "Mulan" was displayed in front of Aiya.

The large area of ​​yellow on the forehead and the blood-red flowers in the center, together with the blush on the cheeks, make it a rich and vivid color.

"Oh, the nickname of this color is very interesting, and it is very suitable for Mr. Verlaine!"

The legendary "Children-eating" lipstick was placed in the most convenient position for Aiya to pick up.

Seeing Osamu Dazai adding to his makeup with his own eyes, Verlaine twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Dazai," before he finished threatening, he heard Rimbaud say slowly, "Aiya... help us become the same... is that okay?"

Hearing this, Aiya's hand holding the liquid foundation stopped in mid-air.

She raised her head and looked at Rimbaud standing aside: "It's not impossible, but does Uncle Rimbaud really want to be the same as Uncle Verlaine?"

Everyone wants to be unique, right?

"En." Rimbaud nodded and sat next to Verlaine.

He pointed to the darkest foundation that Aiya was holding, and unhurriedly made a suggestion, "The foundation of this color... feels more suitable for your Uncle Dazai."

Aiya turned her head back and forth, thought only for a few seconds, and then put the liquid foundation back into her bag graciously.

She put on some blue-yellow eye shadow, and held up a makeup brush to ask Rimbaud for advice.

"Because Uncle Verlaine seems to like eating pears very much, so I wanted to paint him like a pear. Does Uncle Rimbaud think this is okay?"

After nodding slowly, Rimbaud began to struggle with his scarf.

He didn't want to take off the scarf very much, but if it was stained with make-up, he still had to take it off in time, and he couldn't even wrap around it until it was washed.

It was the warmest of all his scarves.

Noticing Rimbaud's actions, Verlaine quietly turned his head to the other side: "Just buy another one."

Raising his eyebrows a little, Rimbaud no longer hesitated.He withdrew his supernatural power, patted Verlaine on the back, and motioned him to bend down together to accommodate Aiya's height.

Because of the exceptional cooperation between the two, Aiya quickly finished this simple makeup with blue-yellow as the base and tan embellishment.

In order to look like a pear, she even gave up the step of applying lipstick, and just concentrated on pockmarked spots all over her face.

As usual, Aiya, who finished the makeup, held up the mirror again to let them see her masterpiece.

"It's very innovative..." Rimbaud remained gentle all the time, "Aiya must have a talent for painting..."

Received a compliment from an unexpected angle, Aiya jumped three feet high.

She excitedly picked up her backpack and held Luo Jia: "Thank you, Uncle Rimbaud! I'm going to tell Dad about this!"

"Go..."

Before Rimbaud finished speaking, Aiya rushed out of the office.

Only then did he look at the expressionless Verlaine.

"What do you think... Verlaine?"

The blonde pear glanced at the black-haired pear, then turned her head to the side again.

He pretended to be calm and said, "It's just average. If she wasn't Zhongye's daughter, I would definitely arrest her and beat her up."

"Even if I will accompany you?"

Verlaine choked on all his insincere words by this sentence.

He exhaled the turbid air hovering in his chest, and rarely asked straightforwardly: "Why?"

"Because that's what... normal people experience."

Not caring about Dazai Osamu's expression that he just finished grabbing dog food with Luo Jia, Rimbaud explained slowly.

"Playing around with the kids at home... being treated like big toys... she wants to share with us just because we are her uncles..."

"And... am I not with you?"

Listening to the conversation between these two people, Osamu Dazai pursed his lips and let out a loud "yue".

Next time, I will definitely not give them a chance to disgust myself again.

Sure enough, nothing good will happen if you get involved.

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At the beginning of July, Wen Nakahara, who has been following coach Yakov, also returned to Yokohama with the three programs he prepared for this season.

He wants to hit the gold medal in the 2026 Milan Winter Olympics, so he is going to ask Raisha what she thinks about this program.

After all, Laisha is the undisputed queen of figure skating who has established her dominance with three gold medals in three consecutive Winter Olympics.

In terms of experience in participating in the Olympics and competitive skills, among those who Zhongyuanwen is also familiar with, I am afraid that no one can match her.

Pushing open the door, Zhong Yuanwen saw Laisha and Aiya sitting in the living room.

Raisha holds an ice cream in her hand.

But she was studying the video of the program and completely forgot the existence of this ice cream.

And the circle of white cream around Aiya's mouth is undoubtedly the evidence that she ate it secretly.

The girl didn't notice the appearance of the orange-haired youth at all, she just licked her lips, tiptoed close to her mother's ice cream, and took a quick sip.

The reason why I didn't choose to bite it was because if I bit it off, my mother would definitely be alarmed.

The result of alarming my mother is that I can never eat even a bite of ice cream!

Not knowing the little Jiujiu in Aiya's heart at all, Zhong Yuanwen is also full of nervousness.

He sat next to Raisha, clenched his fists, and asked in a low voice, "Laya, what do you think of this arrangement?"

"Hmm..." Thinking about the words, Laisha picked up the ice cream and took a bite.

Aiya, who poked her head and stood aside, could only watch the ice cream getting farther and farther away from her mouth.

Then a big mouthful of ice cream disappeared into my mother's mouth.

Aiya is very sad.

But Aiya was strong and didn't cry!

She just pursed her mouth, reminiscing about the few mouthfuls of ice cream she just licked, and quietly waiting for the next opportunity.

"Can you do four quadruple jumps in the free skating?"

Laisha swallowed the ice cream and clicked on the video with the other hand.

"If the physical strength can support it, this is indeed an idea that can be tried. But once you can't support it, you must remember to adjust the jumping composition, not like you did in the last Olympics."

Seeing Zhong Yuanwen also nodded sincerely, she pulled the progress bar to somewhere in the middle.

"This time the step sequence and the music work well, but the next 4F..."

The two people who were concentrating on discussing figure skating techniques naturally couldn't care about Aiya who was on the side.

And the bite that Raisha just took happened to leave a small tip of the right size.

While glancing at the actions of Uncle Wenye and mother, Aiya opened her mouth wide and bit the tip of the ice cream.

Shocked by the ice cream, she was still reluctant to let go, but tried to bite the bite harder and harder.

But with extra strength in her hands, how could Laisha pretend not to know?

She shook the ice cream, only for Aiya to eat it.

Making the ice cream disappear as quickly as possible, Miss Champion threw the ice cream sticks into the trash can, and when she turned her head, she caught a glimpse of Aiya's weeping little expression.

She couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Zhongye, look at your daughter!"

"It's so pitiful." She almost burst into tears with laughter, "I can only sneak a few mouthfuls of ice cream to satisfy my craving."

Nakahara, who was called out from the study by Laisha, also took out a wet wipe, covered Aiya's mouth, and wiped her face carefully.

Half helpless and half broken, he replied: "Aiya just had a stomachache from eating too much ice cream the day before yesterday, how can she still eat ice cream?"

"Anyway, Aiya doesn't hurt now. She always remembers to eat but not to beat, what else can you do?" Laisha smiled sourly, "But it's just a small bite, it's not a big problem."

Does this have something to do with the big mouth?

Zhongyuan Zhong also held his forehead and sighed.

But no matter if it was big or small, he couldn't stop scolding.

What else can I do?It can only follow.

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The work of the Ability Secret Service Division has always been busy.

Therefore, Ango Sakaguchi cherishes the rare opportunity to have a drink with friends at Lupin Bar during his busy schedule.

It's just that he just sat down, and before he had a drink, Oda Sakunosuke looked at the time and said he was going to leave.

Naturally, Ango Sakaguchi had no desire to sit down alone.

He patted Oda Sakunosuke on the shoulder, and was shocked by the information obtained by the supernatural power just as he was about to speak.

"The family members of the cadres of the port mafia actually entrusted you to take care of their daughter?"

The elite of the supernatural secret service department didn't care about losing their composure, so they only had time to lower their voices and ask.

Of course he knew that the information obtained by the supernatural power would not be false, but this kind of information was really surprising.

"Is there no one in the port mafia?"

Acquiescing to his friend's use of [Theory of Depravity] on himself, Oda Sakunosuke doesn't think there is any problem with this commission.

When he thought of the leader of the port mafia who might be regarded as a friend—that man named Osamu Dazai, he felt even less of a problem.

"Maybe there is really no one." Oda Sakunosuke calmly followed the address in memory, "But are you sure you want to follow?"

If the port mafia knows that people from the Special Agents Section have appeared, it may set off a new struggle.

Ango Sakaguchi sighed: "At least for now, let me temporarily put down my position."

In any case, this is more or less a nap time between friends.If it's really a matter of position, he shouldn't have met with Oda Sakunosuke.

"I see."

While talking, the kindergarten is already close at hand.

However, the dark and thorny discussions came closer.

"I'm Aiya's uncle. When Laya goes to the Winter Olympics, I naturally have the obligation to take care of her."

"Oh, I care about my most... capable subordinates, what else could be wrong?"

"Dazai, Chuya, the reason why he has to go on a business trip, isn't it because of your mission?"

The three different voices stopped abruptly when they saw the two appear.

Oda Sakunosuke nodded to the three of them respectively.

"Mr. Fyodor, Mr. Verlaine, Dazai. I have received an entrustment from Miss Laisha to take care of Aiya when she is not in Yokohama."

Ango Sakaguchi, who followed closely behind, could only put on a wooden face, pushing his glasses in despair.