Is Ms. Oda married today? [Comprehensive]

Oda still clearly remembers that the small orange-haired child kicked those gangsters away heavily, then landed lightly on the ground, looked back at the motionless child lying in the alley, and then did not hesitate. He stepped forward and trampled the heads of those gangsters like watermelons.

The reason why the orange-haired child killed them was very simple. The child they abused was the orange-haired child's companion.

According to the orange-haired child, that child was his only companion.

After he killed the gangsters, Oda caught a glimpse of one of the gangsters' exposed tattoos.

If she read it right, it was the symbol of the Port Mafia.

When the hour hand reached a quarter past eight, Sakule, who was playing around on the carpet, yawned first.

At night, the energetic child is like a cat stuffed into a warm bed, his eyelids are like a heavy weight, his eyes are dull, and he is drowsy holding the rabbit doll Oda Ichie bought during the day, like a sleepy bug Nodding his head.

Oda Kazue has been taking care of her since she was two years old, so as long as Oda is by her side, when Sakule feels sleepy, no matter how sleepy she is, she will go to her.

So the adults sitting on the sofa talking saw this scene.

Standing up from the carpet, the girl staggered to Kazue Oda who was sitting on the sofa talking like a tumbler, threw herself into her arms and acted softly.

"Yizhi, sleepy..."

Oda Kazue picked up the girl familiarly, said 'sorry' to them, then patted the girl on the back and led her to the back room.

Saki Le is the youngest and the earliest sleeper.But she's like a timed alarm clock, as soon as she starts to get sleepy, the other kids will yawn one after another for the next half hour.

They saw Oda Kazue pick up the girl and walk into the back room, and the five little bean dices followed her in like little tails.

Ok?five?

Selti held up the PDA and hesitated, "Did Xiaoqian also follow her?"

Heihejima Shizuo glanced at the empty carpet, and Li Nanqian was no longer there.

Entering the back room, Oda Kazue tucked the quilts for several children, seeing them closing their eyes one after another, she was about to leave, but was suddenly grabbed by her sleeves.

Oda Kazue looked back at the boy who grabbed his cuff, he was looking at her with bright eyes.

"Mom." Xingsuke looked at the woman quietly, uncharacteristically.

Oda Kazue was taken aback by this name, then she nodded slightly stiffly: "What's wrong, Xingsuke."

He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to say, "... Is Dun our new brother?"

"Yeah, do you like it?" Oda asked softly.

"I like it, but he is different from Brother Ryunosuke. He is a little cowardly, which is really worrying."

Xingsuke's pretentiously mature tone made Oda laugh, "So Atsushi is asking you guys, he's very immature."

"No problem, leave it to me, I'm an adult." The child king grinned at her with a mouth missing a front tooth.

Before Akutagawa came, he was always emphasizing that he was an adult, but in Oda's view, the underage kid was always a child.Of course, Oda Kazue did not say this.

Oda Kazue talked to him softly again, seeing that the other children remained silent, she thought she had disturbed them here, reached out and stroked Xingsuke's hair, she got up and turned off the light and went out of the house.

As soon as she left, the other three boys opened their eyes at the same time.

"As agreed, I want to ask Kazuki if he likes that uncle?"

"Xing Jie, are you cowardly?"

"Or are you cowardly?"

Cowardly Xingsuke: "Don't say it!! I will definitely ask next time!"

When Oda came out of the back room, Midnight and Mike were gone. Before she could ask, Celty answered first.

"They said they had a temporary task, so they hurried out, and Mr. Aizawa next door will trouble you."

"Aizawa? Isn't he going with you?" Oda asked.

Atsushi Nakajima sat on the edge of the sofa and smiled, arching his back and pursing his lips in a flattering smile: "Miss Midnight said that it would be troublesome to explain, you can go and see for yourself."

When Oda passed by him, he patted his back lightly, reminding him to straighten up, he always showed his unconfident side unconsciously.

He and Akutagawa Ryunosuke are not only two extremes in appearance, but also in personality.

"Sorry, I have to trouble you to wait for me for a while."

Saying goodbye to a few apologetic people, she knocked on the door next door.

The one who opened the door was still the black-haired hero, Shouta Aizawa, who changed into a black casual shirt and looked down at her, still looking at her indifferently with his usual appearance.

"Is there a problem?"

"As agreed before, I will bring you tea." She raised the tea bag and shook it.

As if remembering such a incident, Aizawa paused slightly, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and took it with the other hand: "It's troublesome."

Aizawa's words and demeanor were the same as before, Oda felt that Midnight should just be teasing her, so he vaguely threw this sentence at Atsushi.

"In this case, I'll go back..."

When she turned around, her wrist was caught by something, she looked down at the big hand holding her wrist, and then looked up at the black-haired man who was holding her wrist, his eyes drifted away suspiciously.

"Miss Oda, please stay a little longer..." He said in a hoarse voice.

Oda: "..."

To be honest, the impact of this scene was a bit too strong, Oda was hit firmly by his coquettish words, and she was stunned for a moment, and then she realized how "difficult to explain" at midnight was. reality.

Who would have thought that turning on the power-saving mode every day, wishing to push away all troublesome things, and even eliminate heroes without talking... would act like a baby?

She followed his gentle force into the room, watched him walk in front with red ears, her eyes slightly gliding over a can of beer on the coffee table, and said firmly: "Mr. Aizawa, you have drunk too much ?”

"Drink too much?" The man's voice was a little puzzled, "I'm the type who won't get drunk."

This sentence is the same as what he said at the wine table.

It is indeed convincing as far as he is not drunk, but it will be more convincing if he is not talking to the standing lamp next to the sofa.

After all, drunk people behave differently, not everyone is as drunk as everyone she knows.

Quickly accepting the fact that Aizawa was drunk, she asked skillfully.

"Mr. Aizawa, is there hot water?"

"Yes." The man knelt down and said to the trash can, "What is Miss Oda going to do?"

"Make tea."

"I see." He said in a cold voice to the pillows on the sofa, "Leave it to me, Miss Oda."

He grabbed the pillow and said.

"Mr. Aizawa just sit there."

"No, how can we entrust this kind of thing to the guests."

The dark-haired man is now talking to a vase on the TV stand.

Oda took one look at him, making sure he wouldn't break the vase, and tossed the tea bag into the cup.

His drunken behavior was much more worry-free than some orange-haired boy who hugged her waist tightly and muttered non-stop, at least he would not hinder her from making tea.

When she made sober soup for a certain orange-haired kid before, it was really difficult.

While talking to Aizawa casually, Oda quickly poured hot water, not bothering to care if it would spoil the taste of the tea... Wrong, buying tea bags shows that she doesn't pay much attention to the taste of tea.

When the color of the tea became darker, she took it to the kitchen to cool down, then took the cup and walked to the man standing in front of the TV, raised her hand to open her mouth, poured the tea into it, and then closed her mouth, all in one go.

"How is it, Mr. Aizawa, are you awake?"

Seeing the man's Adam's apple rolling, Oda put the cup on the TV cabinet and asked quietly.

She turned the man's face to her, his eyes as dark as night stared straight at her, nothing changed from before.

Aizawa looked at the woman and said in a deep voice, "Miss Oda."

"Well, I'm here, what's the matter?" Oda let go of his hands.

"I have never understood how beauty is defined, but from the first moment I saw you, I understood what it feels like." His voice was still a little hoarse, deep, with a little nasal sound. Speak seriously.

To be honest, the subwoofer and his face are quite lethal to her.

If Aizawa could say it to her, it would be even more lethal.

Oda: "... Mr. Aizawa."

"What's the matter, Ms. Oda?" the man said solemnly.

Oda Kazue stared at the orange-haired boy who was holding his hand, the veins on his forehead twitched, and said calmly.

"It's a bit troublesome to explain, but please turn around and run away quickly."

The author has something to say: Before leaving, Midnight and Mike gave Aizawa an assist hhhh

Aizawa who got the assist and got drunk hits the straight ball very smoothly, but be sure not to hit someone in the head when hitting the straight ball

The copy of Ikebukuro is almost over... There are about six or seven chapters left

A Hong Kong black lady (no): Who do you think is beautiful?

Oda: Isn't it beautiful?

Chuya (blushing): ... Oh.

Every time I read the original, I feel that what I wrote is rubbish_(:з」∠)_