Invincible I want a dream

"..."

Silent air spread in the small compartment.

Although Chuan Pingyushi's tone was as gentle as possible, his expression was gentle and compassionate, and his lowered eyes seemed to be mourning for the dead.

But this can't change the explosive information contained in this short sentence.

Hiding in the shadows, he couldn't clearly see the expression of the driver in front of him. He only noticed that the hand of the blond boy firmly holding the steering wheel was clenched for a moment, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

The father who had never met turned out to be dead.

Rao is precocious and independent like Qiao Luno, and his mood at the moment is also complicated and unspeakable.

It would be impossible to say how sad he is.It's just a bastard who has no sense of responsibility at all, hasn't even seen the child, and caused him to depend on others.

In fact, for quite a long time, Giorno has always regarded his biological father as the dregs of society, street gangsters, not much different from his alcoholic and domestic violence stepfather.Even if his mother would have muttered at first that this man was a great man and that he should come from a noble family, it would be hard for him to believe that a guy who abandoned his wife and children really had such a status, and only thought his naive mother It's just being deceived by the man's rhetoric.

It is said that the father is the role model for the child in life, but in Giorno's heart, the missing biological father and the rude and vulgar stepfather did not bring him any positive influence at all.

Instead, the idol who meant the most to him and helped him set his life goals was a gang member whom everyone feared.

For some unknown reason, he stood in the alley of fate when he was young and concealed the man's whereabouts from his pursuers. After that, he was rewarded: his alcoholic father dared not do anything again, bullying him The classmates who isolated him were warned, and even the roadside vendors started laughing at him.

This is the benevolence and righteousness of the gang/gang.

Undoubtedly, this incident left a deep mark on Giorno's heart.

Now he has established his dream of becoming a "gang/gang star", and he is only waiting for an opportunity.

Moreover, Giorno glanced at his ladybug-shaped buttons—specially prepared in case there were no convenient objects at hand—he had a hunch that this opportunity was slowly approaching him.

At such a critical moment, meeting someone who seems to know his father... Could this be the way to start the main storyline?

For example, his father died unexpectedly, leaving him with a power that desperately needed an heir.

Ah, that's right, as a 15-year-old student, he has seen many works full of fantasies in middle school, especially when he was with a Japanese, his thinking was unconsciously biased.

Not knowing the great ideal of the driver, Chuan Pingyu thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, and quickly sent a photo face to face.

If it is made into a spirit card, it should also be a consolation.

As he was still driving, Giorno, who still obeyed the rules, saw the passenger shaking his phone at him, but he didn't let go, but asked, "Sir, did you send me something?"

"Photos." Utoki Chuanping added, "Your father's."

"...Well." Giorno wanted to say that he actually had one, and it was in the middle of his wallet, but he still planned to get more information from this person, "Thank you, kind sir. I'll wait Just stop and watch."

"May I ask, in your eyes, what kind of person is he?"

"..." Chuan Pingyu thought carefully about the noisy and annoying replacement words, "Lively."

"? Ah... is that so..." It seemed a little strange, "What does he do?"

"...E-sports." Although it seems to be a gangster/black before, but it is the past tense after all, let's leave some beautiful fantasies for his children, don't young people nowadays like trendy things?Anyway, Dio did receive a team invitation, so it's not a lie.

Giorno: "..."

Giorno no longer knew how to continue the topic.

His previous imagination has come to naught, and the appearance of a cheerful, healthy, sunny boy who may be blowing bubble gum has completely replaced the previous obscure and powerful back, together with those guesses about his mysterious background and a little unspeakable yearning.

He even suspected that the photos given by his mother in the wallet were just randomly found, just a scam to coax the child and make him have a good impression of his biological father.

Even if he had thought before that this person would be an ordinary gangster on the street, he would never have thought that his father was an e-sports boy.

...it doesn't feel right.

It's as scary as Muscular Tough Mutant House Husband.

Chuan Pingyu, who didn't know how he destroyed the fantasy of a dream boy, got out of the car, and Giorno, who had already managed his expressions, helped him take out his luggage and handed it to the hotel doorman.

While thanking Chuan Pingyu politely, Giorno, who was in a complicated mood, drove away in the car.

Of course, not forgetting to collect money.

After driving to the car rental shop and returning the taxi, Giorno took out his mobile phone to keep accounts, and then he went to work in a restaurant, and he had to review the text when he returned home at night.

In Naples, there are not many people like him who are struggling to make ends meet and travel around.

What's more, at least he still has books to read, unlike some others, who don't even have the opportunity to read.

The screen turned on, and Giorno saw the picture: the blond hair was loose, his head was turned sideways, his fingers were bent into claws, his muscular muscles were bulging, and the star-shaped imprint on his left shoulder was the most eye-catching.

Giorno: "..."

Despite the stark difference in background and brightness, he didn't need to take out the one in his wallet to be sure that his father's pose in the two photos could not be said to be very similar, but exactly the same.

Is it just such a weird posture?

Giorno: "..."

Well, that illusion is completely shattered.

In the hotel room, I asked the front desk for a map of Naples, and Ushi Chuanping pointed at the location of the prison with a pen.

The luggage had already been opened, and there was an unopened letter and a button with a strange pattern on the table.

Room N-28, to a man named Polpo?

The high school student tapped his finger, Diablo is really troublesome.