The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"what is this?"

Mori Yuki held the snowflake floating in the palm of his hand and showed it to Gojo Satoru. The boy blew the snowflake away in one breath, let go of her with a smile and flattened his palm again: "Hand, put it on."

"!"

The chill suddenly permeated the skin, the girl moved her body, looked up at the boy in front of her, and slowly put her hand on it: "Huh?"

The closer you are to him, the greater the resistance, but that's not the repulsion similar to Guangjin Liulang's [Luo Chun]... slowing down?Not right, her strength is very small, so the output is also very stable.

When the speed remains constant and the time changes, the distance must change, but this change is getting smaller and smaller, so small that it can hardly be observed.

"Zeno's Paradox..."

It was as if she saw Leibniz and Newton climbing out of the coffin and fighting each other across the English Channel. She was confused and at a loss: "Infinite convergence and infinite divergence?"

"Eh!???"

Surprised, it was replaced by Gojo Satoru.

Even many conjurers couldn't understand the principle of the "no lower limit" spell. I didn't expect a young girl who knew nothing about spells or even couldn't see curses to be able to describe it accurately.

He happily unlocked the spell, grabbed Mori Yuki, who was still struggling with "Unlimited" but poked an empty space, and brought her back into the range of his spell power: "Yes, yes! That's the one." !No lower limit is to bring the invisible limit concept into reality with mana."

Chill was once again isolated from the spell barrier, and the young man smiled a little silly: "You can't let go of your hand, once you let go, it can't be regarded as the same moving object."

Do you think this is the Leaning Tower of Pisa experiment?A big ball and a small ball have to be tied together?

"It's amazing. I don't know any math geniuses in the history of the island country, but are you sure you don't want to go to a university?" The girl who has only been in the third grade of elementary school for half a year and basically relies on self-study has received a snowflake. Having fun: "It's interesting. That's why people don't want to fight with you, because it's as dangerous as reacting with a group of unstable elements that can both fission and fuse."

"No, they don't understand physics and mathematics at all, it's just that they can't beat me, hehe."

Gojo Gojo smiled proudly and showed two rows of big white teeth. He grabbed Mori Yuki's hand and stuffed it into the pocket of his coat: "I can become stronger in the future, but now I am the strongest magician!"

"Oh, I probably understand a little bit." Mori Yuki took out a candy from his pocket and chatted while tearing up the candy paper with one hand: "Is it because of this reason that I always have a headache and need to add sugar in time?"

"Who told you that!" The boy lowered his head and bit the candy from her hand, and the girl looked at the empty candy wrapper: "...what does it taste like?"

"What is the taste?"

The sweet scent mixed with sugar and cream suddenly approached, and Gojo Satoru purposely bent down and bit the candy to show her triumphantly: "Guess?"

The girl narrowed her eyes and scanned his sly expression up and down, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Guess?"

She never relied on guesswork when predicting something.

"..."

Warm and soft, the white-haired boy suddenly widened his eyes, the candy...

Mori Yuki took a step back, and "clicked" the snatched candy in front of him: "Strawberry flavor."

"Ah...!" He belatedly wanted to retreat but didn't dare to move, his long hands and feet seemed to have no place to put them, and it was uncomfortable to put them anywhere, the red color spread from the tips of his ears all the way to his cheeks: "That, that! "

"Which one?"

It was just a light touch. As for the reaction being so intense, this is too innocent.

"It's a bit sweet, but I still want it." The boy quickly turned into a red dumpling, and there seemed to be curls of green smoke rising from the top of his head.The blue eyes are so bright that they can almost drip water, and they have never looked at another person so intently.

Huya, who was about to crush the candy with all his strength, stopped, and the purple in little Alice's eyes became clearer and lighter.The presence of the bustling and lively crowd suddenly diminished at this moment, only the white-haired boy watching him silently with a smile under the night light became the source of all eyes.

His eyes are so beautiful, like the vast and distant sky, reflecting my appearance.

"Close your eyes." Hongyun didn't know when her cheeks were dyed, she tiptoed slightly and approached, so close that they could feel each other's breath.Gojo Satoru obediently closed his eyes, so that he looked like an ordinary handsome young man, making people feel soft and sweet affection like honey flowing from the bottom of his heart.

It was as if the flowers were fluctuating with the spring breeze and accidentally bumped into the wings of a butterfly. The shy young man was greasy for a long time, and separated after a few seconds after really touching each other.The passing bad guys blew a few whistles to wake up the teenagers and girls who were immersed in the small world, watching them with beautiful blue and purple eyes, as if they fell into the Arctic ice cave from the streets of Kyoto in an instant.

"Sorry! Sorry ha! You go on!"

Nodding and bowing his head to apologize sincerely and then escaped unharmed, NGO hid in the alley and smacked his lips unsatisfied.

The young couple standing on the street just now are really good-looking, this is not much more exciting than going to the movie theater to spend money to see those familiar faces kiss.How about... go back and turn around again?

The big deal is to kneel down and apologize, I have already apologized, so you can't beat me back!And seeing that kid looks prettier than a girl, he must have average skills, maybe he will cry if he gets punched casually.

With the idea of ​​not taking advantage of the advantage, he stuck his head out of the alley and looked out. The sweet couple who were standing under the street lamp just now disappeared, what a pity.

"Or I'd better go back and beat that guy to death, I don't like the way he looks at you!"

Finally remembering that there is something called "tent" in the world, the five young masters rolled up their sleeves and planned to single out the street gangsters.

Miss Sen, whose nose was red, nudged him with her elbow: "Let's go, what are you fussing about with the little mouse in the sewer, I'm going to eat mango ice, do you want it?"

"Oh, eat!"

The two came out from the other side of the "tent", and successfully blended into the crowd without any sense of disobedience and headed towards the street stalls - the masters are among the folks, and so is the gourmet food.

They walked along the street until they ate taiyaki, and they had a little disagreement: the freshly baked boyfriend and girlfriend almost started a philosophical debate about whether the red bean stuffing is better than bean paste or bean grains.Considering the inconvenience on the street, we finally reached an agreement - to eat instead.

It seems that I walked from the bustling market to the empty and lonely forest in Lanshan within a few steps. The courtyard of the Chanyuan House is close in front of me.Open the security door and there is no sound in the yard. The landscaping and bushes have been completely covered by snow, like a sealed winter microcosm.

"It's late, and the snow is so heavy!"

Gojo Satoru seemed to have turned on some terrible switch, and turned off the birth technique with special scheming, allowing the snow to fall on him quickly, and soon even the eyelashes became crystal clear: "It's so cold~"

The rippling voice is full of anticipation, like a cat meowing on the snow and wanting to sneak into someone's house to keep warm.

"You want to stay overnight?"

Mori Yuki can no longer see what he looks like?

The girl smiled and said, "It's a pity that there are no extra rooms! Mr. Shier's family, Maki Shini's family, Mr. Rimbaud and Mr. Verlaine's family, take my bedroom, only the Hiroba and the kitchen are vacant." , where are you going to sleep?"

"Huh—? But it's really cold. The Wutiao family's other courtyard is on the other side of Arashiyama. If you have to walk a long way, will some monsters catch and eat such a cute Wu-chan? I'm so worried!"

Knowing that his eyes are beautiful, he purposely stared wider and leaned closer to show her: "Would no one have the heart to let Wu-chan be taken away? No way! No way no way!"

"Okay! Keep your voice down, be careful that Mr. Rimbaud comes out and locks up your little black house!" Seeing the snowstorm getting bigger and bigger, even knowing that this person can keep the wind and snow from getting on his body, he will unconsciously soften his heart under those eyes : "If you want to go in, come in quickly!"

A few days ago, I just visited the house at Christmas. The young man jumped up to the verandah, slapped his shoes outside, and ran straight to Mori Yuki's bedroom—the last time he was afraid of being kicked out, so he couldn't Check it out, you won't miss it this time!

What does a girl's room look like...?

It seems to be no different from his!Even simpler than his room!

The eldest lady of PortMafia and the head of the branch of Mori's Shipping Company, 17-year-old Mori Yuki, lives in an ordinary Japanese-style room.In the room that was originally used for viewing and resting, she asked someone to bring a bookcase and a wooden bed. Next to the simple four-door wardrobe stood three huge suitcases, as if the owner of the room was ready to get up and leave at any time.

There are no dolls piled up on the bedside as imagined, no fresh and lovely green plants, and there is no trace of charming color.If you must find some common little secrets in girls' rooms... No, not at all, there are no books, periodicals, newspapers, color photos and love letters hidden under the bed (what's wrong?), clean and tidy, even the quilts are neatly folded Use a ruler to measure.

"What are you doing lying on the ground? I found a piece of clean pajamas." She threw the clothes she was carrying on the bed, closed the barrier door with her backhand, and stomped to the kitchen: "Hurry up and change!"

Twenty or ten minutes later, the sound of brisk footsteps went back and forth, and Yuki Mori came back with two cups of steaming sweet milk: "Have you changed it yet?"

Only when she got a response did she use her foot to open the barrier door and walk in.

As if enclosing the territory, the Japanese room has been turned over again, and the boy took the milk without even thinking about looking up.Mori Yuki went to the closet while drinking milk.Hearing the sound of the closet door being pulled open, he couldn't help turning his head and glanced at it. There was a black suit, a homemade cotton long skirt, and the two dresses he had worn.

Compared to someone's own wardrobe, it's pretty austere.

"Go wash up after drinking." Too sleepy to say anything, she dragged out the spare bedding and threw it on the bed, yawned and walked to the bathroom outside: "You still have 15 minutes for observation."

Waiting for Gojo Satoru to curl up in the quilt with his pillow in his arms and listen to the wind and snow blowing outside contentedly, Mori Yuki returned to the bedroom...this time with a laptop in his hand.

"are not you sleepy?"

The boy who could barely open his eyes let out a few gasps.The quilt was lifted, and the mattress next to it sank at a small angle, and then the cool temperature came over, and she rubbed her hair lightly a few times: "PortMafia is a job at night, hurry up Sleep, I have to finish my business before I can rest."

While the shimmer of the screen is annoying, the click of the keyboard is hypnotic.She focused on the soft and beautiful profile of the screen, and in the cold low light, she could clearly see the peach-like furry soft color on her cheeks.All kinds of incomprehensible text kept scrolling on the screen, interspersed with a few job applications and task reports in the island language.

There are no long-winded clichés that take up two-thirds of the length of the text. The writing is concise and clear, and the content is clear-the manager's behavior style can be seen from the habits of his subordinates.

It was the kind of pragmatism he admired so much.

If we say that at first I paid special attention to her because of her obvious foreign appearance, but later I was attracted by her bold and interesting character and behavior.And now, he seemed to see more shining things in her that he couldn't take his eyes off.

Having said that, the keyboard sounds are hypnotic.

"..."

Eyes open and close, the sky is bright.Gojo Wujo sat up from the quilt with his hair fluffy, and the fact that there was no one around him made him feel a little resentful.The yard is a bit noisy and it sounds like they are moving.

move place?

He opened the barrier door with bare feet and ran out, and saw the long-haired young man putting his hand on the top of Mori Yuki's head to smooth the hair.

"If necessary, you must send a message in time, and don't wrong yourself. If someone from the island country dares to bully you...just go back to Europe with us. With Paul and me, the Mafia Prison and the Avengers dare not do anything to you. "Having heard someone's undisguised footsteps a long time ago, Mr. Rimbaud deliberately switched to the Japanese mode so that the boy could hear clearly: "Denar, the mercenary king, I would like to visit too."

"Farewell, Father Denard is really old, I'm worried that he will turn himself over when he gets happy."

The girl then changed the language, turned around and smiled at the boy who was still in pajamas and nodded: "Yo, are you awake? There is breakfast in the kitchen."

Verlaine stood outside the door and urged several times, Rimbaud explained a few more words, and then reluctantly left the other courtyard.When their backs disappeared on the mountain road, Zenyuan Shier also set off to Yokohama to arrange a future residence for his wife, children and two younger sisters.

There were only two people left in the mountain courtyard at once. Mori Yuki stepped on the snow and returned to the porch, took two mouthfuls of hot air and rubbed his palms together: "It's colder when the snow melts than when it snows."

"Do you want to move to Wujo's house?" The white-haired young man holding a rice ball said vaguely, and she shook her head: "Why do you go to Wujo's house? It's hard for me to deal with the tail in Kyoto. miss modern life."

Presumably in the past few days, the Zenyuan family will make up their minds to discuss with her about divorce and business split, and then they can go home and continue fighting with cheap dad. She is very busy!

"Okay...then you have to get rid of Zenyuan Naoya as soon as possible."

"Know it!"

Neither of them found this conversation problematic.

After eating Mr. Shier's "masterpiece", Gojo Satoru sighed: "I remember that the Yusanjia will hold banquets and visit each other these few days, you must go to the Wujo's to visit me!"

"Good good!"

The eldest lady was already thinking about the schedule for next month, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

In view of the fact that the old people would probably go crazy if they didn’t go back, the refreshed young man after breakfast put on his small round sunglasses, changed back into the clothes he wore yesterday, swaggered out of the gate of the Zenyuan’s other courtyard, and returned to his home over the mountain.

I don't want to leave. Even though it is a separate courtyard of the Chanyuan family, it is actually quite comfortable after installing network cables and air conditioners?

After dismissing the last guy who interfered with thinking, Yuki Mori seized the time to communicate with partners in Russia and the United States, and continued to indulge in how to harvest the leeks of the family behind the current fiance.

The fake news of iron ore futures price changes has attracted widespread international attention, and she is about to release the second step—the SCI core paper written by a senior industry expert has passed the review and can be used as an intelligence endorsement.A large part of the Zenyuan family's industry is related to cold weapon forging. She doesn't know how to make magic tools, but she understands that each production link is based on the perfect completion of the previous chain.Theoretically speaking, the impact of non-origin ores on forging cannot be said to be absent, but it is not so large that it is completely uncontrollable.The purpose of her asking someone to concoct this thesis is to give the Chanyuan family an excuse for failing in quality control, and by the way weaken PortMafia's supply role to it.

Anyway, the ore can no longer be counted on to be imported from overseas, and the transporter has no value in continuing to use it. There is no longer any cooperation between the two parties, and the marriage contract naturally comes to an end.

Without waiting for a unified opinion on the marriage contract from the Zenyuan family, Mori Yuki received a second invitation from the Gojo family first.Because it is a banquet during the New Year, there seems to be nothing suspicious about adding an extra guest.Thinking about making do with it for the last time, she took out the green dress she wore on New Year's Eve and put it on in a perfunctory way.

If it hadn't been for Gojo Satoru's promise to go and play with him, she would probably have skipped the ticket on the grounds that she "felt cold and stayed in bed".

This time Zenyuan Naoya didn’t ride with Mori Yuki at all, the servant drove her directly to the door of the Gojo family’s house in a car, and waited for a while before waiting for Zenyuan Zhibiren’s wife, um... the meaning can’t be expressed better obvious.

No one knows the name of the patriarch's wife. Yuki Mori has only heard that her last name was Zenyuan before she got married, which is really disgusting.

"Hello?" No matter what she thinks about this family, the eldest lady has always been gentle and considerate to the slaughtered fat sheep.However, the patriarch's wife of the monastery avoided her like a scourge, and almost turned around and ran away holding her nose.

She didn't really want to embarrass her, she was really panicked.Zhibiren's wife is a little afraid of Miss Mori, a prospective daughter-in-law who has nothing to do with "traditional women"—this young woman dares to face countless older men who are countless times stronger than her. A little bit was enough to make her feel uneasy and scared.

"Ms. Mori, please."

She turned her shoulders slightly, and lowered her head to avoid her sight. People who didn't know thought how Mori Yuki bullied the wife of the patriarch of the Chanyuan family.

After taking a seat with the female guests for 10 to [-] minutes, the eldest lady, who was impatient to act as a rare bird and animal for free, found a reason to leave the table and disappeared.The female relatives covered their mouths and smiled, sympathizing with Mrs. Zhipiren, and joked that he was indeed a rude bumpkin from Tokyo, without any manners at all.

"After all, it's a cooperation between two men. It's not good for me to intervene in it. Everything is decided by the patriarch. Miss Mori is a good girl, with a straightforward and straightforward temper, and she has her merits."

She has said such words that are not painful, not itchy, not expressing her opinion, and not offending others, all her life, not bad.

"Oh, it's okay to walk around Wutiao's house casually. If she bumps into something, she is an ordinary person, right? It's okay if she can't see the curse, so as not to make noise."

The concubine of the Kamo patriarch bit the bullet and played an unlikable role under the gesture of the wife's eyes.

Prior to this, her biological son had accidentally awakened the "Red Blood Manipulation Technique", and the head of the family ordered that child be recorded as a legitimate son.However, it's not that the wife of the main wife didn't have a son, it's just that she was unlucky and didn't get the top lottery. Because of this mysterious and mysterious lottery luck, the son-in-law who was originally much-anticipated had to be subordinated to others.In the eyes of a mother, her child is always the best, and whoever makes her child bad is her enemy.Facing the son of the concubine who will take everything away in the future, the wife of the main room can only vent her anger on the concubine herself.

She had to expel this woman, and the head of the family nodded out of compensation.Before completely driving her out of Kamo's house, he will also try to destroy all the possibilities of her returning to the magic world.

After listening to such a long list, the wife of the direct neighbor of the Buddhist monastery did not flinch at all when facing Mori Yuki. She just smiled and turned her head away, and directly gave the side room a shame.

"Don't get angry with this thing, she's not sensible, I'll take her back and teach her well." The wife of Kamo's family made a soft-spoken move to make things worse.The side room blushed and shook like a candle in the wind.The wife who was directly adjacent to the Zen Academy still didn't answer, she picked up the teacup from the table gracefully and slowly, brought it to her mouth slowly, took a sip, smiled, and didn't speak.

——Drinking tea can’t stop your mouths!

Not to mention the gossip of the female relatives during the banquet, after leaving the banquet, Mori Yuki walked around the courtyard of the Gojo house a few times according to the structure of the main house of the Zen Academy. No supernatural phenomenon was encountered, and the same white-haired low-profile version of Gojo The boy did meet a few.It has to be said that even though they belong to the same Yusan family, the ethos of each family is quite different.The Wutiao family is obviously better at pampering children than the Zenyuan family, and men of all sizes, big and small, stare at people very directly.

Hmm... It's like being surrounded by a large group of white cats.

"Hello?"

Maybe it was finally determined that she was not threatening at all, and there were always bold young people who came up to talk to the little beauty: "Have you lost your way? Do you still need some help?"

"Thank you, take a walk and see you later."

Mori Yuki didn't like to eat meal replacements. After politely refusing the other party, he walked a certain distance, and finally stopped by the pond.

If you go any further, you will really get lost, so stay here and wait for someone to pick it up.

The colorful fish in this pond are really fat, I don't know how many people are free to feed them on weekdays.

As for why Patriarch Wutiao has been missing?

Because of the serious dishonesty of suddenly not returning home a few nights ago, he is currently being surrounded by the elders to "persuade" him that he must not make any more mistakes today.

Gojo Satoru: It’s so annoying, is it over yet?