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You ask me if I panic?

Don't panic.

——Tanikawa Kakutani

The thing is, I was an ordinary Mafia member, but now, I am not ordinary.

My nepotism is just too strong.

I went from a girl who came through the back door by liking to the leader, to a hot woman in the middle of two blacks.

I am 14 years old.

It's already out of the age range of the leader's control, but I still live well in Mafia, which has nothing to do with my own ability.Pure nepotism got me to the upper echelons of the Mafia ecosystem.

To put it bluntly, I, a subordinate, is a subordinate of Zhongya Zhongya in name, but actually a subordinate of Shuanghei.It is the kind of person who would not be abrupt even if I appeared at the scene of Osamu Dazai's suicide and became the person he called to deal with the troubles afterwards.

Of course, Dazai Osamu's behavior will be dissatisfied by Nakahara Chuya.

"Dazai, this is my subordinate!"

"It's so windy, I can't hear—"

A fight is regarded as pre-dinner etiquette, but a fight is not regarded as temper restraint, or another point, inappropriate clothes.

I'm already very experienced.

They would run into each other in front of our house after get off work, one would say what he needed to be beaten in a tone of beating, and the other would hold back his temper if he could beat him.Or simply, the three of us forced to get off work together.

Osamu Dazai, who got off work early, was lying on the sofa in Nakahara Chuya's office playing games. Nakahara Nakaya opened the door and saw that his day's good mood could be wiped out in an instant.

"Why are you in my office?"

"Because slugs are so slow!"

Osamu Dazai threw his game console into my hand, and we switched places.He was in line with Zhongya Nakahara, and I sat on the sofa playing games and waited for them to finish their quarrel.

Every time I come to this time, I feel that I am very redundant, except for the background board, which has no meaning.I was lonely thinking about what to eat tonight, while manipulating Dazai Osamu's character with only half a drop of blood left to kill.

As long as I am addicted to the game, the sound of their quarreling is my background board, which is the principle of background board conversion.

I beat the entire level in both "slug" and "mackerel" voices, ready to move on to the next level contentedly, and then... gone.

I put down the game console.

They haven't finished arguing yet, because I lost my indulging mood, I can't ignore their arguing.

I can only throw them a new quarrel topic: "What's for dinner today?"

Now I don’t eat crab meat on the left and right side of crab meat, and tofu with crab meat on the left, so I will eat sukiyaki tonight.

Look, it's easy to solve.

Just beware of the hidden weapon named Osamu Dazai and the money offensive from Chuya Chuya.

If I dodge the former, he will definitely need me to take the initiative to pick up the next wave, otherwise I may be charged with murdering my boss, so I will not hide, and let Osamu Dazai fall on me smoothly.I handed him a tissue, and he wept pretendingly, berating me for being ruthless.

"Aren't we friends?"

"Yes."

"If it's a friend, why is there no crab meat dish?"

"It's cooking on the pot."

Osamu Dazai needs to be coaxed more of the time. He is not a silly and sweet man. He looks like a sand sculpture, but he is not a real sand sculpture.He just thinks that I am his friend, a friend he can pretend to be casually, so he can jump around vigorously and test my bottom line.

And I admire myself very much, how I could become friends with him at the beginning, and how I can become a real friend, this may be the charm of abstract algebra.

Abstract algebra problems can make the Holy Grail in the world unable to spit black mud at me.I only accept crushes from abstract algebra and nothing else.

Even now, he is doing some things that increase my workload, I am not very angry, and I am still very calm.After I stopped studying for a while, there was nothing to make me—

No, I will not set up this flag.

Why is it a flag?

This is to mention the money offensive of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

Dun Hejiu is a double major in arts and science, I can teach them math and science, but for liberal arts——

I once carefully looked at the Makarov in my hand. This medium-caliber pistol is a relatively common type in Mafia, and it is small and easy to carry.

I wonder if the feeling of Makarov on his forehead can make those Russians become teachers of literature.

I thought about it very seriously.

Members of Mafia caught people with different abilities from other countries, and they were the ones on the wanted list. Although they were suspected of cross-border operations and stretched their hands too far, it was a good deed to maintain world peace and let them start a new life.

In layman's terms, I want those few, like Dosi Gogol with a long name, or Sigma with a short name, to serve life sentences in my house.

Tuo Si can read Russian literature, his mind must be very sensitive to literature, not to mention that he himself is a great writer.

I don't think there's anything wrong with my thinking.

Here, I would like to congratulate a group of Russian superhumans represented by Tuo Si, who escaped a catastrophe because of the generosity of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

When I was discussing with Dazai Osamu how to pack them all back to Yokohama, Nakahara Nakaya didn’t know why: “Isn’t it enough to hire a tutor?”

Oh yes.

This is the IOU that I don't know how many times I have written down.

I put my salary into the stock market last month and took it out a month later to barely pay off last month's debt.This month, I started to owe again. Fortunately, I put my salary into it again, and this time I added Osamu Dazai's salary.

"Use my salary to pay back Zhongye's money?"

Osamu Dazai stopped playing games. He tried to shake the water out of my brain, but I straightened his face with both hands.

"There is no water, I just exchanged the money for a deposit method."

Repaying the loan month by month, there is always a month, I can be a white wolf with nothing.

The salaries of the three of us have become what they are now. Osamu Dazai gave it to me, I gave it to Chuya Zhongyuan after investing, and Chuya Chuya gave it to the two of us after investing.

Perfect logic closed loop.

Only in front of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and Nakahara Chuya, I feel that I still have the hope of being rich, that is, money can’t be in my hands, humble tears jpg

I can't describe the smiles on the faces of Atsushi and Hisaku when they saw the row of tutors... Hahaha, sorry, I shouldn't have smiled, but it's obviously not a look of surprise.

Just like the students who were on vacation when they saw their relatives coming to the door, they thought that there would be souvenirs, but in the end, there were souvenirs, which exceeded their expectations, but it was all just practice questions.

It's good that they can laugh out loud.

Zhongyuan Zhong, who soon entered the role of parent, also habitually said "not enough and more" because of me.

Atsushi and Hisakuza couldn't laugh.

This is so normal.

Just like when my teacher had a breakdown when I was taught mathematics and physics problems, it was the same as the breakdown when I was in Dazai Osamu Kyotsu and Kusaku. I was not in a good mood when I was learning or teaching.

But these teachers only taught them general knowledge of literature.

What's really scary is the math.

When Osamu Dazai rolled up his sleeves and walked towards them, his expression was that of a sudden death, and Chuya Nakahara and I were the ones in charge of collecting the corpses.

It's okay, don't teach the child to do math problems, he will be sad, and the parents will be even more sad.

You see, when we are sad, we are all eating to relieve our mood.

Dazai Osamu is an experienced teacher, I have only been a student, and Nakahara Chuya is currently studying.This is the first time, Osamu Dazai hopes that he is not so smart, just a simple sand sculpture.

"It's too difficult, too difficult, Qingzi, let's go to Russia to fight crime!"

Unfortunately.

Nakahara put his computer in front of Osamu Dazai, "Mackerel, you have today too!"

I stroked Osamu Dazai's hair, "I didn't have time to say, they have already applied for the position of literature teacher."

Osamu Dazai, the only math teacher: "..."

During that time, Osamu Dazai was not very active in his work, he no longer knew how to fish, his fear index soared, and he stayed in the office with his weak, helpless and pitiful self.

When Mori Ogai is about to let him go on vacation, he will also say that he wants to shine for Mafia, so the vacation is not for now.

What he said must be better than the vernacular words I relayed, and there are reasons, but this can't stop the smile on the eyebrows of Mori Ogai when he summoned me:

"Sato-san did a good job."

But soon, he naturally skipped the compliment, and started to talk about the purpose of letting me come up this time, and asked me to take Alice to change into a small foreign dress.His tone was melancholy and full of paternal love, "Alice doesn't want to wear a new little dress recently, Sato-san, is there any good way?"

"Sorry, boss, there's nothing I can do."

"You have to try, Sato-san is... everything in Mafia." When he finished speaking, his smile deepened, "Try it, Sato-san, it's just a day."

How to make the leader's supernatural ability change into a small skirt?

When I change a skirt for a different ability, will the leader feel it?

Is it the body of the supernatural power or the leader's that I'm looking at?

These questions can't be thought about carefully at all. The more you think about it, the more you will feel that Mori Ogai is not only a lolicon, but also an idiot himself.

The problem before me now is not full of philosophical symbols, but to let Alice change into a small dress.

Let a blonde loli, who is tired of changing into a small foreign dress, even the leader can't persuade her to change into a small foreign dress.

Still a closet full.

In the eyes of the leader with great interest, I took out a small foreign dress with the blond Lolita drawing a picture and ignoring others, and took out a neatly folded painting of someone from my pocket.

I showed a kind smile that belonged to Mafia: "Miss Alice, do you choose left hand or right hand?"

The left hand has a small foreign skirt and the right hand has a big show.

Alice didn't want to talk to me at first, she just wanted to draw a picture and say "Qing Zi is a big villain", but what I was holding in my right hand scared her too much, and Alice was scared and cried.

"Rintaro, idiot idiot idiot!!!"

When the leader couldn't bear to get up and pick up the little Lolita who was forced into a corner by me, and when the little Lolita wanted to break through my defense and run to Rintaro, I became the barrier between them.

"Choose one, Miss Alice."

My smile grew more benign.

That day, Alice cried and changed more than 20 sets of small skirts, and Mori Ogai looked helpless and was blocked by me, unable to save Alice from the claws of the dragon.

Someone's painting is horrific.

"Well, this is my best work."

A certain person's name is Dazai Osamu, and now he is waiting for my appreciation for his great work with shining star eyes, and Zhongyuan Zhong beside him also gave a "tsk", and couldn't bear to see me talking nonsense.

Sincerely: "Scary as hell."

"Ugh???"