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

After spending a few days with Tsushima Shuji living a civilian life that I had never experienced in my life, I found that I was almost assimilated, which was not in line with my noble and cold temperament.

That's not right. As the only heir to the wealthy Shibusawa family, why should I live in depravity in a shabby rental house? Are my Rolls-Royce and Chanel just decorations?
How could I be blinded by these junk foods? Do the skewers downstairs smell as good as Kobe beef? Do the instant noodles smell as good as caviar? Does the boiled water smell as good as 82 Lafite?

At this time, the virtuous young wife Tsushima Shuji came over quietly and asked me with the bowl in her hand.

"Caramel sauce, what flavor do you want?"

"Hot and sour beef noodles, more vinegar, thank you."

"Then I want curry flavor~"

The young wife wearing a caramel pudding apron ran happily to the kitchen, holding a spoon, humming a little tune and cooking noodles.

By the way, I always feel that the curry-flavored instant noodles he made are surprisingly fresh and refined. He kept eating it even though it was so spicy that it made him cry. Is this the so-called curry monster?

As I sipped my fourth bowl of noodles today, I felt something was wrong. The noodles bubbling in the kitchen were emitting a fragrant aroma, the boiled water in front of me was crystal clear, there was only a plate of peanuts and melon seeds on the table, and the bulky TV was showing the latest performance of the Armed Detective Agency and a marriage notice by an older young man with an unshaven beard who was still handsome. There was only one sentence on the notice, but it discouraged everyone.

[Looking for a woman who can accept 15 children]

This gentleman must have been a sea king when he was young. He could have formed a football team.

Biting the chopsticks in my hand and looking at the noisy barbecue restaurant, it suddenly dawned on me.

Yes, Tsushima Shuji once said that the so-called great hermits hide in the city. Isn’t this kind of parasite who lives a mediocre life by doing nothing and eating instant noodles the highest state of the NEETs?

The phone rang, and Sawada Tsunayoshi's exhausted voice sounded as if he was about to ascend to heaven.

"Sister, please, come back. I can't hide it anymore. When Reborn comes back and finds out you ran away, the three of us will be sent to the Mafia's uninhabited island to repent."

That's because you can't do it, you single dog! I sighed, touched the almost dusty gun in my pocket, and confidently said to him with my hands on my hips: "Shut up, you idiot! I'm about to succeed, you better keep it a secret, or I'll sleep with you when I get home and change the Vongola dynasty!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "...Okay, you're really cruel."

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was implied, hung up the phone and didn't want to pay any attention to me. He continued to worry about the documents and his receding hairline.

It would not be a good idea to continue this excessive debauchery, so he crawled under the bed and pulled out the moldy guns and ammunition, loaded the injections and sniper rifle, picked up the cello backpack and prepared to go out.

Just as I took the first step, someone hugged my thigh. This person cried like a sad wife who took all her property to gamble and said her scumbag husband's name for the last time. She cried with tears in her eyes but was not sad at all. I was really impressed by her skill of crying in this second.

"Anada, why are you going out with those things? You can't commit crimes. Our family has been good people for generations, and the future of our children depends on the hard work of our parents!"

Ah, as a part-time killer of the Italian Mafia, I am embarrassed to say that I am a good person. At most, I am a good person who eliminates harm for the people. Besides, wouldn’t it be good for the child to live a decadent life of a rich second-generation who relies on his parents? I can’t even count my family assets. The clothes and jewelry that my uncle sends every year alone would fill up three villas.

"I'll just wait a bit, you just stay home and wait for my good news." I patted his seaweed head and lied without blushing or beating my heart, thinking that I would never come back after killing that dwarf leader.

"I will find a way to solve the child problem. At worst, I can find him a rich woman as a child bride. Don't worry, dear."

But this annoying little goblin just wouldn't agree, and cried and said she wanted to be with me. The auntie on the balcony opposite who was scolding her husband with a clothesline had been looking at us strangely for a long time, and the police were about to be called, waiting to send us to the police station for tea with just one click.

Wait...it seems like the auntie was calling a mental hospital and was asking about specific symptoms.

I had no choice but to put on a kind smile and drag this crying little goblin into a taxi. Poor my Rolls-Royce, it hasn't seen the sun since we came to Yokohama.

According to the information provided by Tsushima Shuji, the leader of the Gang|gangsters is a short man who likes to smoke, drink, race cars and fight. He wears a tasteless top hat and is two meters sixty tall, which means one meter of him is buried underground waiting to be mined.

Have dwarfs become smart these days? Why are there dwarfs who like to beat people everywhere?

Holding the arm of this little devil, Tsushima Shuji, to prevent him from running around, I went to the rooftop balcony opposite the Yokohama Five Building, which is said to be Tsushima Shuji's former company. By the way, this guy used to run a publishing house. No wonder he exudes the air of a melancholy literary young man all day long, wearing a black coat and a chuunibyou bandage, and he has to sigh even when drinking coffee.

Actually, wearing sunglasses was useless as it was equivalent to being blind. I dragged Tsushima Shuji all the way to the receptionist. The receptionist probably had never seen a young master who had not been kicked out and brought a rich woman back to visit openly. Her false eyelashes almost fell off as she glared at him. She stammered "welcome" in the young master's light and warning eyes.

When her gaze shifted to me, her false eyelashes had fallen off. She stared at a certain part with her eyes wide open, with her eyeballs directly attached to it. She then lowered her head to look at her barren chest. Her pupils trembled, and her eyes were filled with "No way, no way, does this TMD really exist?"

So she stretched out her hands to explore the truth.

Even pinched it twice.

I:"……"
"Can you please let go?" I looked up at her helplessly with a mysterious blush on her face.

The young lady who was immersed in a certain touch did not listen and rubbed it twice more. Is this addictive?

Tsushima Shuji's face turned dark behind me, and his sunglasses were torn to pieces by his pinching. He quickly slapped away the girl's unscrupulous hands, and pulled me to sprint a hundred meters to the rooftop.

The young man, who seemed to have been hit hard, muttered with great resentment: "I haven't touched you yet, why did you touch me? You even smiled so obscenely, I will deduct your salary later..."

Me: “…Are you a child?”

Out of sympathy, I patted him and signaled that he could touch it later. The young man's eyes suddenly lit up, filled with the innocent dreams of a teenager, and he stretched out his little paws that were about to realize his dreams.

"After all, air tickets to Thailand are quite cheap." I handed him the phone with a smile.

The light in the poor young man's eyes went out. He huddled quietly in the corner, autistic and drawing circles in resentment.

I had no time to care about the fragile boy's heart. I opened the cello bag, assembled the sniper rifle and started to find a good angle to aim at the main entrance of the building. When the dwarf went out to race his car, that would be his death.

So we waited until three in the morning but the leader still didn't get off work.

Qi Kexiu, I didn’t expect he was a social animal!
I turned my head to look at Tsushima Shuji, and saw that he was already sleeping soundly under his black coat.

There was no way around it. As a good Italian gentleman, I couldn't just stand by and watch a handsome young man almost freezing to death on the side of the road.

I took off my coat and covered his curly hair that was gently blown by the night breeze. It looked pretty good.

Carrying the bag in one hand and carrying Tsushima Shuji on his back with the other, he carried the guy home step by step.

The young man on my back was breathing unusually steadily. If it weren't for his faint but clear heartbeat, I would have suspected that he had gone to heaven to blow the trumpet.

He seemed to be talking in his sleep, his arms draped across his chest weakly trying to grasp something important, his warm breath against his ears was intoxicating, and his furry head rubbed against his neck affectionately like an insecure little animal.

Although due to the huge height difference, his feet fell to the ground and he looked like a disabled person, but he didn't wake up even after being carried for ten miles. His sleeping quality is really admirable.

There's nothing I can do. My height is just that. It's good enough that I can carry this 1.8-meter-tall man. And I'm still picky.

When we returned to the warm rental house, this guy finally relaxed his frown while lying on the bed. He unconsciously pulled my right hand and refused to let go. He opened and closed his mouth and said something. I leaned closer to listen.

The pale, sickly hand that slid down from the shoulder accidentally touched some unspeakable part.

I pinched it out of curiosity.

I:"……"

A group of alpacas galloped across the Hulunbuir grassland, leaving behind a screen full of "digging grooves". The next day -

A new day starts with sleeping in.

"Bang bang—"

Tsushima Shuji: "...Caramel Sauce, please open the door, Azhi was careless, I was wrong, really wrong!"

The birdsong today is really annoying.

Tsushima Shuji felt wronged: "Oh, I was really wrong. I bought some skewers. Can I give them all to you?"

Oh, man, do you think you can bribe me with such a small profit?

Shuji Tsushima: "I also bought Yokohama's famous caramel milk tea and the limited edition caramel pudding!"

There's really nothing we can do about it. Treating your lover gently is basic etiquette for Italian gentlemen.

So I took the skewers, caramel milk tea and caramel pudding back into the house.

"Caramel sauce! Have you forgotten your lovely Aji, Caramel sauce--"

"boom!"

The wailing outside the door continued. I indifferently held the skewer in my mouth and went to maintain the machine. What is a man? The cold and cool weapon is the true love.

I can't bring this little goblin with me this time no matter what. A man will only slow down my sword-drawing speed.

When I was going out, as soon as I stepped out of the door, I saw the husband of the aunt opposite secretly slipping something to Tsushima Shuji. I saw the pitiful Tsushima Shuji wiping his tears very bravely. Who is this literary young man? He said it was all his fault that he did not satisfy Anada and was thrown out of the room in the middle of the night.

The old man patted his shoulder worriedly and said, "Young man, take it easy. Women are like wolves and tigers. At worst, you can just take some kidney treasure."

Tsushima Shuji continued to play the victim, covering his face with his hands, looking miserable: "But Anada won't let me get in bed recently. Is she tired of me and wants to go out and find some little devil?"

When did I ever let you have sex with me? I slowly typed a question mark, leaning against the corner.
When the old man heard this, he looked around like a thief, took out something from his pocket, and stuffed it into Tsushima Shuji's pocket at a lightning speed that was not in line with his age. He looked at him seriously as if he was giving him a martial arts secret book that could cause a bloody storm, and he showed his big white teeth and gave a thumbs up.

"This is my experience from many years of practice. I will pass it on to you in the future."

Tsushima Shuji hesitated and held his pocket tightly, fearing that the old man would regret it: "This, this is not good, right?"

"To win a woman's heart, you must first win her stomach."

The old man's face was all smiles.

Tsushima Shuji was completely confused.

He moved his hands and put the small notebook in his pocket, which read "On the Development of a Househusband, From Entry to Death".

Tsushima Shuji: "…Sorry to bother you."

So angry, but still keep smilingjpg.
When people are unlucky, nothing can stop them.

A red flash rushed away, splashing water wantonly.

Holding the milk tea silently, I felt a little sorry for the little skirt that was splashed with water by the car. After all, it was sewn by my uncle himself. Looking at this cute little skirt, how could I be so wasteful?

Well, as long as that gentleman apologizes sincerely, I can still leave his body intact... Wait, why did he run away?
Damn, this is unbearable!

Striking a standard throwing stance, I raised my arm and threw Milk Tea with the momentum of a shot put, and shouted loudly.

"That bad boy in front of me, you short guy! Stop right there—"

I don't know what hurt that person so much with these words. The motorcycle in front of me did a gorgeous drift with sparks and lightning and stopped in front of me. He said "Huh?" angrily, with his long legs slung across the motorcycle, holding a milk tea in one hand and pulling down his hat with the other hand. He lowered his head, clicked his tongue impatiently and roared in frustration.

"Who are you calling the dwarf?"

"The dwarf is calling you!"

This dwarf is trying to trick me. Okay, let me dye your hat green!
It seems that the dwarfs in Yokohama are not good people!
I pointed at the clothes and yelled louder than he did: "Can't you see the road? You've tarnished the innocence of my clothes!"

The dwarf was so horrified by my yelling that he bowed reflexively with a confused look on his face: "I'm sorry, it's me... No, why did you hit me with milk tea? That's too much!"

I sneered: "If I don't throw milk tea at you, can you still apologize to me here?"

The young man, knowing that he was in the wrong, rubbed his orange-red hair under the brim of his hat in annoyance, which looked like the hair of a bad boy. He looked at me for a few times, noticed that my skirt was stained with water and was stained with shame, and then looked at the people whispering around him. Suddenly, he felt guilty, took out a card from his pocket and put it in my hand, and comforted me in a gentle voice.

"Little boy, this is for you. I have to go to work soon and can't compensate you for the milk tea. Can I give you this first?"

Seeing my expression suddenly change, he thought I had said something wrong and looked guiltily at the students passing by and pointing fingers at me.

"Ah, today is the first day of school, right? Which middle school are you from? I'll take you there."

I:"……"

This, this person is so horrible, he actually used words to make personal attacks, and even tried to lower my height of 2.8 meters. Haha, what a damn difference.

"Hey, are you okay? Your face is red and why are you shaking? Do you need me to call an ambulance?" He frowned.

I took a step back, holding my chest, and held back his body, swallowing hard. I didn't expect this guy to beat me to the hospital. He was indeed a vicious young man racing on the streets of Yokohama.

Is Yokohama a weird city full of dwarfs riding motorcycles? No wonder my uncle took me to Italy when I was a kid. It was so scary.

"No way, come with me to the hospital! Don't look at me like that, I'm really not a bad person!"

What? He actually asked me to follow him to an unspeakable place. Did he want to play doctor? What a dirty and evil adult, playing even bigger than Mukuro. Wait, is he going to take out a hospital gown for me?

"Oh, sorry, you can wear this dress first, and I'll buy you a new one later, okay?"

Seeing my wet skirt, he looked at me with pity and guilt. He took off his burgundy jacket and tried to give it to me. He spoke softly to me as if he was coaxing a naughty child who didn't want to take medicine and was crying, making a fuss, and threatening to commit suicide. His eyes were filled with maternal radiance.

Really, really gave me clothes!!!
It's over. That guy Hai said that there was a weird uncle in Japan who deceived the ignorant girl to play weird games in a small dark room. This guy gave me money and clothes, he must have bad intentions.

After knocking his hand down, I cautiously retreated to the crooked tree and watched him approach me like I was trying to coax a disobedient child, but he held onto the tree trunk and refused to obey until he died.

"Get out of here! You weird uncle who tried to abduct an ignorant girl, please come quickly, police officer——"

(End of this chapter)