You may not believe it when you say it [Comprehensive]

Verti's research has fallen into a small bottleneck - the data flow is too huge, and he will spend more time alone.

Reborn resolutely gave up Verti's toxic strategy, and took him (?) to the Vongola headquarters to ask the research team for help.

Verdi expressed his reluctance to leave the nearest laboratory, but it was useless.

Before Reborn left, he didn't forget to erase the memories of those researchers about these episodes. Cooperating with the fact that the Estoraneo family was destroyed by their own experimental products, it directly saved the handling of the incident on the other side.

It is necessary to pretend that nothing has happened and erase the traces of interference.

Unfortunately, Vongola's research team is not complete now. To be precise, the main direction of attack is different. Just when Verti was trying to make do with the help of researchers to calculate the data, he learned about the Wuqiu Affiliated Research Institute.

"The research institutes in Japan, what they do is super power development, and they are closer in terms of field. Most importantly, they have professional equipment for me to test." Verdi is very satisfied with this, and also wants to convince reborn— — This adult figure looks more like an old stubborn guy.

Reborn uncharacteristically did not show an expression that made Verdy feel uncomfortable, but pondered for a long time: "How did you know about this research institute?"

Verdi: "???"

Verdi: "I found it, or else I could have dreamed it?"

He gave Reborn an angry look.

Reborn didn't argue with him, he frowned and remained silent.

In the end, I still went to Japan. Sakuragawa was very excited. After seeing Reborn's state, Koronero kindly suppressed Sakuragawa and made her a little heavier.

"Is that so?" Sakura Chuan followed with a weeping expression, "...are you going to cry?"

"Don't cry, as long as...as long as you don't act particularly happy." Cole Nilo expressed it as tactfully as possible.

Sakuragawa was puzzled: "But going back to Japan is like going home, why can't I be happy."

Colonello finally realized that there is no future in playing euphemism with Sakuragawa when he sees me, so he simply said directly, "Because reborn is not happy."

"……Oh."

Sakuragawa understood.

She understood: when a person is unhappy, seeing others are very happy is always more unpleasant.

Colonello didn't know what miraculous things Sakuragawa understood, and thought she was enlightened, and couldn't help worrying a little less about the future.

— but none of this is good.

No matter how much Ying Chuan showed bitterness and hatred on her face, she couldn't hide the joy in her breath. It's better to say that she was actually not very good at hiding her true emotions.

The moment he set foot on the land of Japan, Sakuragawa almost ran out in joy.

Reborn stretched out his hand as expected, and pulled him into his arms: "Don't run around."

"I saw that ramen chain store! They're super delicious!" Sakuragawa's excitement was beyond words. Without Reborn's hand slipping on the back of her neck, she probably could have just stepped on the Hot Wheels and flew over.

After she said this, Reborn's face softened a bit: "It's really hard for you to be so obsessed with eating."

Ying Chuan heard the traces of looseness from his words, and immediately went to hold his arm and act coquettishly: "Go, go, you always have to eat."

"Stand still."

Reborn grabbed her arm with his backhand to keep her balanced. He was clearly a cool and domineering gangster image, but at this moment, it was like bringing a daughter. The composition of the whole picture was completely wrong. Colonello couldn't bear to look straight away and looked away.

"I really want to eat, let's go eat."

Sakuragawa persevered in persuading, every word seemed to scratch Reborn's heart.

Reborn still had a calm expression on his face: "I'll take you there after you stand."

Sakuragawa immediately stood up.

Seeing the wind makes the rudder very smooth.

Verdi walked into another store with a face full of indifference, and Cole Nilo was forced to walk over with him because of the spilled dog food.

Sakuragawa got his wish and ate the food he wanted, as satisfied as a cat that has had enough sun and turned over comfortably in the sun.

"It's complete... The hot ramen can recharge people~" Sakuragawa stretched slightly, his tone was a little blurred by the comfortable emotion.

Reborn held the coffee and looked at her reservedly, frowned almost imperceptibly when the coffee drank, and then let go.

Sakura Chuan, who was immersed in his own world, noticed such a subtle movement: "It doesn't taste good?"

Reborn put down the coffee cup, his movements were still elegant and extravagant, he didn't see anything special, he raised his eyes slightly, the pupils were black and pure: "You can't drink."

...From those well-shaped lips, words with the same level of damage as the venom were spat out.

Sakuragawa: "..."

She silently pushed the orange juice she hadn't finished drinking, only moved an inch, Ying Chuan suddenly woke up, her fingers were on the glass, and she was about to take the glass back immediately.

Reborn stretched his arms, clasped the cup with his slender knuckles, calmly passed the orange juice to his mouth, and took a sip.

"good."

made such an evaluation.

Sakuragawa: "..."

She was stunned.

He couldn't speak, his fingers were still trembling.

——This plot is too TV drama!

——Art comes from life!

Reborn was still as immobile as a mountain, and asked Sakuragawa in a very natural manner: "Is there any problem?"

"……No."

Have!

Big problem!

Seeing what Sakuragawa was thinking, Reborn raised the end of his eyes lightly, and said in a gentle tone, "You don't need to mind that much, you've done what you need to do."

Sakura Chuan choked for a moment, and blushed unexpectedly.

She thinks that Reborn is really amazing: a gentleman is like a model in a textbook, but a hooligan can be unprecedented.

Reborn gave a low laugh, and the ending was tickling in people's ears.

Kirigaoka Research Institute is located in Tokyo.

Before the backside city was fully established, the distribution of these research institutes was relatively scattered.

It didn't take much time to get there from the airport, and Reborn didn't raise any objection to Sakuragawa's laziness in ordering another dessert.

Sakuragawa's eyes flickered, and he always felt that he saw something familiar.

She jumped off the chair, a little hastily, and almost brought it to the glass. The bright yellow orange juice in the transparent glass shook a few times, and Reborn looked back at her: "Slow down."

"Well, good."

Sakura Chuan stretched out his hand in a little embarrassment and pushed the cup into the table, and hurriedly ran into the restaurant.

Looks like it's heading for the toilet.

After passing the screen, Sakuragawa speeded up even more, and finally caught half of the opponent's figure at the corner. It was too hasty, she could only lower her voice a little bit, and shouted in a frightened tone. road:

"Osamu Dazai!"

Half of the figure stopped, and before disappearing completely, the opponent turned sideways, revealing his complete face due to the change of angle.

Wearing a black windbreaker jacket that didn't match her figure, the slightly longer bangs hung on her forehead, covering up the white bandage spreading from below, covering her entire eye from her forehead.

The young man looked over with a dazed and surprised look, tilted his head, and said, "Huh?"

Sakuragawa directly threw the tissue in his hand for some unknown reason.

But no matter how aggressive it is, the weight of the paper towel is too light. In the end, it can only fall lightly within a few tens of centimeters, unconsciously weakening the momentum that is especially difficult to appear.

"..."

The scene was very quiet for a while.

"Miss, mistake!" Sakuragawa said hurriedly, trying to save herself some face, but the neck area had already started to turn red, spreading upwards, creeping up her cheeks quietly, making her eyes sparkle even more, "You What are you looking at!"

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently: "I thought you wanted to teach me a lesson?"

"!"

Sakuragawa almost forgot that he was originally angry to settle accounts, and was reminded by Osamu Dazai that he could win the consciousness, but the arrogance has been completely suppressed, and only a small flame of struggling to survive remains, which is weak in the bottom of his heart burning.

Osamu Dazai actually looked relaxed and listened to what she had to say.

Sakuragawa lifted it to his chest in one breath, walked up to Dazai in a few big strides, stretched out his hand and hammered him on the shoulder—it was really a hammer, especially unlike the movements that ordinary girls would make when they were angry, full of sense of violation.

"do you know--!"

The first half of the sentence is like a mountain rain.

In the girl's widened pupils, a blazing flame danced, which was quickly extinguished by the spreading water.

"...I'm going to be very sad."

He just left her.

Osamu Dazai was not lightly punched by the girl's fist, he staggered back a bit, then put his footsteps back spontaneously, still standing in the original position, standing in front of Sakuragawa.

"...at that time, it was the best choice."

Dazai explained calmly.

He looked so calm, as if he wanted to convey this calmness and rationality to Sakuragawa, so that she could understand: this is actually not a difficult thing to accept.

"But I'm afraid."

Sakuragawa refuted him without thinking.

"..."

Dazai paused, "Sorry?"

Sakuragawa punched him hard again.

This time the blow was on the abdomen, and Dazai was directly bent over, coughing violently.

"...It's really ruthless."

"It's so annoying to you!"

On the other hand, Sakuragawa suppressed the emotion that was about to break out from deep in his throat with a sadder attitude than him, and shouted, "Don't like you Dazai Osamu! I don't want you anymore! I can't let you lose me anymore! I Marry whoever you want, and don't think about your mood anymore!"

The author has something to say:

Worked overtime for the first two days, sleep less than five hours without a brain, wow (humble

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