[Tutor] I'm really just a weak dodder flower

Sicily is a well-known mafia lair.

Here, you have to pay attention to the situation around you at all times, in case you are inadvertently involved in strange battles and dead on the streets.

When I dragged Coulom out of school, I seemed to forget one thing: in school, Vengley is indeed an excuse and a shield that can no longer be used, but out of school, it is your reminder.

The so-called big tree attracts the wind, you can't expect everyone to be afraid of Vongola, not to mention that it is only one of the two major forces of the Italian mafia.

Another major force opposite Pengelie, the Kalukasha family is also in the leading position.

At school, you can often see quarrels between the family of Peng Lie and the family of Kalu Kasha, but due to school regulations, no one will really roll up their sleeves to fight.It's different when you leave the school. When you leave the school, the relationship between your classmates becomes hostile. Even if someone shoots you in the head with a gun, you can't accuse him of violating school rules.

In fact, I should have thought of it earlier.

Coulom and I did not take any covert measures when we went out, and there were not a few people who saw us leave the school.The combination of a single Vengley combatant and a courtesan is a piece of fat everywhere, and I would like to take a bite of it.

"Sorry, Cecilia," said my sweet little roommate, who seemed to be very guilty of involving me in the attack on her, as she shielded me from behind, "can you wait here for me?"

I think Collom should be planning to deal with those people alone.

After all, I came here from Japan with ?g Tian, ​​and I won't be really confused by Kurom's harmless appearance--those who can stay with the leader for a long time are not waste.If you really want to say, she should be much better than me.

I hid myself in the dark and nodded to Coulom.

She is a combatant and I am not.It is obviously more correct to protect yourself as much as possible, rather than trying to be brave and rush out with her or say some useless nonsense to show concern.

A trident appeared in Kurom's hand.When I was chatting with another guardian of Vengley, Takeshi Yamamoto, I did hear that Kurom was an illusionist, but it was just a rumor. It was the first time I saw her use illusion.

I have to admit, the back view of Coulom fighting... is so fucking handsome.

I don't intend to develop into a regular combatant, not only because I don't like it, but also because I am very self-aware about how much I have.Since I was a child, my mother and elder brother have always raised me as an ordinary girl. I only "know" the internal affairs of the Mafia. If I were to fight, I would probably die very quickly.

After all, I am just a weak dodder.

I cling to men, take what I want from them, and use hypocrisy to deceive their feelings to strengthen myself.

This is the way I choose to live.Now that you have chosen this path, there is no need to envy people on other paths.

I thought I'd be able to hide until the end of the battle. The target of the hostile family was Kurom, not me.But I seem to have forgotten that a courtesan with no fighting ability is perfect for everyone, a hostage.

Five or six men in black suits gathered towards my hiding place.

Damn it.

I think.

Don't these people know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?

My heart broke, and I pulled out a gun from the corpse at my feet.It doesn't feel good to be in close contact with a bloody corpse. If it weren't for the tense situation, I might spit it out.

I was holding my ankle-length skirt with one arm to keep me from tripping, and my gun with a few bullets remaining in the other as Coulom hurried back to help.The bodies of the assailants lay at my feet, pitiful and horrific.

"Cecilia?" my cute little roommate called softly, she seemed a little confused.

"Don't show that look, my dear," I threw the gun down, put down the skirt, stepped over the corpses and walked to Kurom, pulling the broken hair from her temples behind the girl's ears, "Did you forget Yes, I am the first in the grade in the shooting class."

Conscience of heaven and earth, I really want to be a dodder flower.But I never said that I wanted to be a dodder that didn't even have the ability to protect itself.

Let a man protect me?

What a joke.

Those hypocritical and disgusting guys will only abandon me without hesitation when they are in danger.For them, a woman, especially a woman like me, is a consumable item that shows ability and status. It would be a pity if it breaks, but it doesn't hurt the muscles and bones. Just replace it with another one and it's over.

The necessary firearms knowledge and ability will make my dodder grow more vigorously.

Kurom received the trident, and she returned to her harmless appearance just now.

With my roommate's hand, I carefully walked through the dangerous area where the dead bodies were strewn with the hem of my skirt.One of the lady's rules, never let your skirt get stained, not even the blood of your enemies.

The pearl-encrusted handbag broke during the battle just now, and it helped me block two stray bullets. It still looks distorted and ugly.I pulled my card out of the bag, put it quickly into the inner pocket of my vest, and then threw the handbag into the trash can on the side of the road.

A woman's clothing and jewelry are like a man's mistress. When they are bright, they are the world; but when they are damaged, they are a useless encumbrance.You can't think of a better way to dispose of this garbage than throwing it away.

Coulom expressed dissatisfaction with my approach.

"It's just a little bit broken," she said, "it'll work if you fix it."

I think my cute roommate probably had an unhappy childhood.Growing up, the women around me dispose of broken things this way, we are not so poor that we have to recycle our handbags.

"Ladies shouldn't use old things that have been patched," I said softly, straightening the blindfold on Coulom's face, "you know, my dear, if you take the initiative to use those ornaments with patches and stitches, it will It will make you look poor and destitute."

She will not understand.

Courtesans have their unspoken rules, and Coulom doesn't understand it, and she doesn't need to understand it.

But I don't mind teaching her to be a good lady.She was of nobler birth than I, and therefore deserved more ladylike privileges than I.Vongola won't even be able to afford new clothes and jewelry. If possible, I hope Collom can be a carefree little princess, even if we were born in the Mafia.

My love and sympathy for Colum is from the bottom of my heart.

My fingers painted with scarlet nail polish touched her earlobe. Coulom's earlobe is very soft and comfortable to pinch, so I unconsciously pinched it a few more times.The latter obediently allowed me to round and flatten it without making any protest.

Sometimes I also feel that Collom is so quiet and well-behaved that he is boring.I think.I probably still have Mafia blood in my bones.Even if I choose the path of a courtesan, I still long for a turbulent and exciting life from the bottom of my heart.

I moved my hands away from my roommate's profile.I thought that Collom's blushing and cute face would be in sight, but what caught my eyes was the playful expression of the man with a smile on his mouth.

Kind of sucks.

I was very close to Collom.Such an action made by two women will only make people feel that they are so close to each other, and when one of them is replaced by a man, this action becomes very ambiguous.

At the same time, I was sure of one thing.This man named "Liu Dao Mu" should not come out of nowhere, maybe he is in Coulom's body - the world of illusionists is always unimaginable, I have heard of similar situations, but that It was decades ago.

As for how I'm sure he wasn't conjured up by Coulom to scare me... that's because the "breath" of these two people is completely different, and you can tell that they are not the same person just by feeling it a little bit.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Liu Dao," I calmly withdrew my hand and took two steps back, keeping the distance between myself and the young man, "Could you tell Coulom in advance when you come next time, I have to be mentally prepared .”

"Oh, it seems that I frightened Miss Marino," the other party replied, "I will pay attention to it in the future."

You will pay attention to the devil, your tone is not listening at all!

I resisted the urge to curse, and lowered my eyes to avoid Liu Dao Mu's probing gaze.

After a long while, a palm wearing a black leather glove appeared under my eyelids.

"It's better to hit the sun than another day," he said. "I wonder if I'll have the honor of treating Miss Marino to a movie?"

I took a deep breath, and greeted the eighteen generations of this person's ancestors in my heart, and immediately showed the formulaic smile that I usually use to get along with men who can only think with their lower body.

"Sorry, Mr. Six Paths," I replied, "could you call Colomb back, I'm in a hurry."

The author has something to say:

Cecilia: Knock inside, go back to the old lady, and give me back the lovely Kurom!