I eloped with the leader Zai, who wanted to usurp the throne.

Today may be a bad day.

Hello everyone, I am a killer from Italy. When I first started my apprenticeship, my teacher disliked me and said that I was the worst class he had ever taught. One of his words deeply hurt my young heart.

He said with disdain and contempt that I had a steel bar in my head and was still a single dog. I refused to accept it and pulled out my naive senior brother and my innocent junior brother, pointed at them and said that they were both single dogs, so why did they target me.

I felt as aggrieved as a young wife who was being picked on by a vicious mother-in-law. I was angry but dared not speak out.

Dino, the naive senior brother who spilled food all over the table, was stunned with his spoon in his hand, like a pitiful golden retriever. But that didn't make me feel guilty, so I patted his head and put a bib on him.

The equally innocent junior fellow student, Sawada Tsunayoshi, looked up from the deficit bill in confusion, and when he received my angry glare, he immediately lowered his head and continued to pretend that he could not see or hear anything. This was very Sawada Tsunayoshi.

The contemptuous look from my teacher, who had five lovers, successfully made the three of us back off.

The big devil teacher smiled coldly and said that they were the bosses of a famous mafia family, and there were more handsome men and beautiful women sent to their bed every day than I could count on my fingers. I was an orphan without parents, and he couldn't count the number of people he had dated on just one finger.

Because I have never been in love, and I don't even have a lover. I am still working as a nominal consultant secretary in Vongola. I am just a vulgar rich second-generation, relying on my parents' previous connections to live a life of luxury, and I still rely on my uncle for money for support.

The Vongola Mist Lord always says that I have no expression on my face and no femininity at all, and that I can be compared with the cold face of the Cloud Lord. I think so too, because when the men and women in the department see me, they stutter and are speechless, and often they cover their faces, stamp their feet and run away. Am I that scary?
Maybe my teacher also thinks I am ashamed. In fact, I am not sure whether he is my teacher or not, after all, he has never directly admitted it. Fuck! It is even more pitiful!

Thinking of the smile of the gentleman I knew, I realized something. I ran to Wu Shou's room, pulled Wu Shou up who had just woken up, and asked him with a sad face to teach me how a normal person smiles.

Wu Shou gently smoothed the collar of his pajamas that was wrinkled by me, and his handsome face blossomed into the standard beastly smile that I longed for. He pointed at the door and said, "Get out!"

It was cruel, I lay on his bed crying and begging him to have mercy and help me.

"Wuuu, sorry, I'm too green. I'm not worthy of being a teacher's student. I've embarrassed you. I can't even compare to Hai's smile. I always think Hai's smile is the smile that best meets my inner standards. Wuuu." He still has the courage to laugh until now with such a devilish laugh. It's really fresh and unworldly. I love it so much.

Wu Shou, who had been sitting on the bed with an expressionless face, was finally moved by me. He pulled out the sleeve that I had damaged and expressed his willingness to contribute to my smiling business.

"Kufufu...Put your gun down...I'll teach you!"

"Tsk, you can't see the pitiful side of him at all. You have no correct understanding of yourself."

Then Wu Shou gave me a severe lecture, and I ran to his room every day to humbly accept his education.

On the first day of the teacher's business trip, I studied and practiced smiling expressions diligently, and practiced hard on the smiling photos of three fake sisters. When I was almost perfect, I bought a ticket back to Yokohama, ran back to my hometown crying like a dog, and vowed to kill the boss in Yokohama and become the boss myself, and then find more lovers than the teacher, and take them back to Italy to show off.

When the three fake sisters heard that I had run back to Yokohama crying like a dog, they called one by one to express their condolences.

The naive senior brother said earnestly: "Calm down, Reborn is just talking casually."

I sneered over there: "Then I will marry you, and when you die, I will take over as the boss of Gabrielone?"

The Italian blond handsome guy paused, and said with his hair hanging down in confusion: "Well, although you are prettier than me, I am not gay, and my family still depends on me to carry on the family line..."

Me: “Get lost!”

You bastard, you can’t even figure out my gender!

This is the consequence of treating your brother as your male best friend. He doesn't treat you as a sister at all, he only treats you as a brother.

After a while, the phone rang again, and the peacemaker junior brother said gently: "Calm down, Yokohama is a very chaotic place, why don't you go to Senior Yun Que for help."

I continued indifferently: "You want me to come back? Sure, I'll marry you, and then I'll be the boss of the Vongola..."

"beep--"

Junior Brother Bai Qiehei quickly hung up the phone.

The phone rang again, and my sister's sweet voice was so sweet that it could reach the sky: "Quick! Fight! Hurry up!"

I hung up the phone decisively and said with tears in my eyes that there were only bastards around me and only money was enough to warm people's hearts. I took a pile of cash and bought a hotel. On the way, I was so bored that I replied to a post.

After going to the park to relax, my most unlucky day came.

After inexplicably saving a man who wanted to commit suicide, he expressed his desire to marry me and to be my little lover. He sat on a park lounge chair with my ice cream in his hand, shivering and sneezing quietly, his eyes fixed on my little cloak.

I looked up at the scorching sun at noon, then at the melting ice cream in the gentleman's hand. I racked my brains but couldn't understand why he looked like he was about to freeze to death in the cold wind.

To be honest, if his voice wasn't so similar to Mamo-chan's, I would have left long ago.

The shy young man remained reserved for a few seconds, his beautiful iris eyes full of stars: "Miss, what is your name? I am Tsushima Shuji, and I am willing to marry you."

You said it, so I told you? How can I reveal my identity when I'm out? I thought about it and decided that I couldn't reveal my identity, so I told him my Japanese name, which was the name on the Japanese household registration that my uncle had arranged for me.

"Caramel sauce~"

This name is so disgusting that I shudder.

After a while, I scratched my head: "Why do you keep looking at my clothes?"

The frail young man rushed over to me with tears in his eyes and hugged my arm, saying in a trembling voice, "I'm cold."

I was confused, the old man on the subway looked at his phone jpg: "You can't wear women's clothes, right?"

Are Japanese people so open now? When they see little girls' clothes, they want to wear them. Is this some special ritual?
The young man, who was curling up weakly to make himself look more pitiful, froze. He didn't expect me to answer like this. I looked at him with a strange look, patted his shoulder with an expression that said I understood, and said in a low voice.

"I know. I've seen a lot of these in Italy. Wait a minute. I'll take you to buy women's clothing."

"By the way, do you still want that thing down there? Do you want me to book you a flight to Thailand?"

To be honest, I'm quite envious of the female version of Moma-chan.

The gentleman instantly became quiet, said with a stiff face that he was very hot, not cold at all, and swallowed the ice cream I had just bought in one gulp.

Since he was fine, I left, but the young man held my thigh tightly and refused to let go, saying that he was a poor worker who had just inherited the company as president, but was driven out by a short colleague who wanted to get promoted and was living on the street. He also sent people to hunt him down. He didn't eat or drink for three days, so he wanted to die. "Oh, I'm so pitiful, Caramel Sauce! You must take me in, I can act cute and warm the bed, and I can do all kinds of tricks, you will definitely like it!"

Oh, your circle is so messy. Looking at this handsome face, it's a pity that he is not the top star in a nightclub.

As a young, beautiful girl with upright values, I made the call.

"Hey, Moshi Moshi, are you the mama-san of the nightclub under the branch of the Fengji Foundation? I have a handsome man living on the street here. Hmm... I heard he is very good at it. You can either split it into four or six..."

The call was forcibly disconnected.

“Oh, oh, oh, I can’t do it!” The handsome man who quickly put the phone into his pocket had tears in his eyes. He touched the bandage on his face sadly. He dodged and didn’t dare to look at me with a face that could play the second male lead in a melodrama. “With my appearance, how can I become the top star? At most, I can serve tea and water…”

Goodbye, if you are not good-looking, wouldn’t Rokudo Mukuro, who admires himself in the mirror every day, cry?

Feeling ashamed, he lowered his furry head, and his hands pulling my legs gradually lost strength. From my perspective, I could only see his trembling body, his voice drifting in the cold wind, so pitiful, even more pitiful than the exploited junior brother. The young man who had been secretly watching me saw that I was hesitating and said a fatal blow.

"Those five buildings are next to my company. I am very familiar with the place!" He made up his mind and pointed to Yokohama's famous scenic spot - Yokohama Port Logistics Company.

A useful tool doesn't have to be a fool. I immediately changed my expression, stepped on the bench, threw a check in his face, and walked towards my residence pulling his tie.

"Come on, come home with me, from now on you will be my first lover."

Back at the hotel, I slammed my door and handed him the room card for the next room. The young man took the room card with a look of despair and threw it into the trash can without even looking at it. He stopped me. In order to show that he was not a gigolo, my lover named Shuji Tsushima promised to give me some advice and contribute to my career advancement.

Then our accommodation changed from a luxurious hotel to a self-supporting rental house.

It is said that this is a latent job and one cannot be too high-profile. Excellent killers have to live in rented houses and eat red bean bread, and they have to go downstairs to throw away the garbage when necessary.

Is this a mature killer? No wonder Reborn said that I would never become a master in my life and could only be dragged to death by him. Who would have thought that a killer who had just entered the society would have to huddle in a small rental house and worry about food and clothing?
"Caramel sauce~what are we going to eat?" When it was time for dinner, the person sitting obediently on the tatami raised his tail and waited for the meal to start. He handed me an apron with caramel pudding printed on it, looking like a virtuous young wife.

I took the apron, pulled him up, hugged him, and groped his back with my hands.

"Huh? So soon? I'm not ready to be eaten at the table yet?" The person I was hugging had a nice smell of coffee. He was indeed a bankrupt young master, and this outfit looked very expensive.

After a while, the hands finally connected behind their backs, and the man who suddenly froze spoke tremblingly: "That, that thing... is attached..."

I ignored it and focused on what I was doing, and the sound became quieter and quieter.

Wearing an apron, he still has so much nonsense. After finishing the work, I lovingly handed him a spoon, whose face seemed to be red from hunger: "Yes, go ahead."

He took the spoon with a question mark on his face, as if my behavior and cognition were different and caused him to short-circuit.

I pointed to the kitchen and said as a matter of course: "As my kept lover, shouldn't you cook when I'm hungry?"

"But, I think Caramel Sauce's cooking skills must be better than mine. How can I let Caramel Sauce eat something that doesn't taste good?" The soup spoon was tactfully placed in my hand. That's amazing. I have never cooked before, so how do you know that my cooking is delicious?

But this person looked at me expectantly, as if I were a level 10 chef in a Michelin restaurant, who could carve tofu into delicate flowers, cook cabbage into jade, and turn decay into magic.

This expectant look disappeared the moment I served the dish, completely extinguished, with a look of despair. He dug hard with chopsticks in disbelief, as if there was some surprise inside, something delicious would pop out.

"Caramel sauce, what is that?" The confused young man pointed at the soup that was bubbling with purple bubbles.

"That's seaweed egg drop soup."

"What about this one?" He pointed to a patch of green.

"Well, spinach and green beans."

"What's in front of me?"

"Stir-fried cherries with devil peppers."

The poor, shocked man held the coffee cup in his hand, looked into the coffee's eyes lovingly, and asked questions without giving up.

"Well, my coffee is..."

I added seasoning to the coffee, held a bowl of purple sweet potato stewed with isatis root, and smiled naturally: "Soy sauce latte."

Although I tried my best to introduce this dish as nutritious, the young man holding chopsticks in front of me still looked as if he was about to eat something. I looked at the table full of dishes with a hurt look on my face and lowered my head in disappointment. Even the hair on my head drooped down. I didn't expect him not to eat a single bite, even though I was looking forward to seeing him eat it.

Only when you eat the food cooked by your loved one can you be happy. It seems that this child must have been ostracized by the company's elders because of his unpleasant personality, and was finally driven out of the company by vicious colleagues. He is a young master who is ignorant of the sufferings of the world.

After a century of silence, Tsushima Shuji, who had given up on letting me make biological weapons, freed his hands to rub his throbbing temples, smiled very reluctantly, and suddenly threw himself into my arms and sobbed, rubbing his furry seaweed head against me with sobs.

"I'm sorry, how can I let the lovely Caramel Sauce do this? It just so happens that I have some five yen that I would rather eat the garbage I found in the trash can than spend after working hard in the sun and wind these days. Let's go have a meal."

In the slender pale hand was a gleaming five-yen note. This object, which symbolized all of Tsushima Shuji's belongings, looked just like the five-yen note that had just been accidentally dropped by a drunkard in a beige bib while holding a bottle full of five-yen coins in the park. What a coincidence.

So we went to the barbecue stall downstairs.

The barbecue stall owner looked at the glittering five-yen bill with embarrassment and suggested that we try our luck at the steel ball stall next door.

The black-haired young man stared at the skewers with his saliva almost turning into an ocean, but tears were welling up in his eyes. He tried hard not to look at the fragrant skewers. He hugged me and said resolutely, "Give me the only skewers."

Wearing sunglasses, I patted him on the shoulder and told him that we should be reasonable and that we are all civilized people. I appreciated his kindness, but how could I buy a skewer of grilled food for five yen? I had to be more practical.

I took out the round goodie that could blow up the entire barbecue stall when the safety pin was pulled, gave the standard Rokudo Mukuro smile I had learned, appealed to the boss's emotions and reason, and finally bought the entire barbecue stall for five yen.

The boss was so moved that he ran over crying and gave us the cigarettes he had bought for us. He asked us when we would leave and he would see us off.

I was so touched that I told him we would come again next time.

(End of this chapter)