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

An eerie silence spread across the small Ferris wheel.

Holding the gun with a calm look, I smiled and slowly moved my fingertips as the Ferris wheel rose higher. There were less than ten seconds left, and maybe this amusement park would become popular. Don't thank me for the traffic.

The young man sitting quietly in the seat was surprisingly calm. He raised his weary eyelids calmly and looked at me who was smiling and holding up the gun. He seemed to smile indulgently, as if a drop of water falling into the water disturbed the pool.

"Okay, if you like." He raised his body, supported his face with his left hand, and tapped my hand holding the gun with his thin fingertips. His eyes were filled with ripples, "It might not be bad to die in your hands like this."

I reminded him, "Aren't you going to say your last words?"

The other party pretended to be stupid with a loving look on his face: "What do you want me to say, dear?"

I nearly shot him dead out of anger.

You bastard, you are still flirting. You are good at saying sweet words but not at telling the truth.

I was a little angry. I originally wanted him to beg for mercy and tell me where he came from, but I forgot that he was a suicidal maniac and threats seemed to be useless.

Although I could kill him now, it would not do me any good and would waste six bullets. I got discouraged, put the gun away, sat down and waved my hands, feeling tired.

"Forget it, forget it. You are just my lover anyway. It is your duty to please me. It would be bad if you died."

The other side suddenly rushed over and rubbed with emotion: "It turns out that Caramel Sauce, you still love me."

This man is hopeless.

But I don’t have time to care which trash can Tsushima Shuji came from. My teacher is coming back and time is running out. I have to speed up the process of killing the leader of the port mafia, otherwise I will lose face when I go back.

I rented a house across from Nakahara Chuuya, and I waited there for three days with a piece of bread in my mouth. During that time, I bombed his motorcycle with a bomb, poisoned the takeout he ordered, climbed through his water pipes in an attempt to assassinate him, and hired a group of killers to kill him in shifts. In the end, no one survived.

I still remember that cold and disdainful look. He wiped out a group of killers with ease. If I had taken action, I might not win even if I used my supernatural powers. I might even lose my life.

There is no other way. If the hard way doesn’t work, I have to try the soft way.

So I took on the job that I was least good at—intelligence agent.

The information given by that unreliable guy Orihara Izaya was only half-baked, and he didn't mention any weaknesses at all. Unless Nakahara Chuuya is not a human, he must have weaknesses, and I, who am smart, will definitely discover them.

Come to think of it, what did Mukuro teach me? Using confusing chuunibyou terms is really troublesome.

I prefer to wipe the neck cleanly.

When I was eating my lunch box with a telescope while secretly taking pictures of Nakahara Chuuya who was also eating his lunch box in the office in the opposite building, I found that he was drinking red wine with his meals and he didn't even take off his top hat. What a lack of taste.

I laughed so hard that I poured all the vinegar in my hand into the lunch box. It was quite exciting.

When Nakahara Chuuya was riding his flashy pink motorcycle home, I, a dedicated person, followed him all the way on a shared bicycle with a camera in hand. I found that this guy actually waited for the traffic lights. Is he really a gangster?
"Little sister, bicycles cannot be ridden on motor vehicle lanes." The traffic police uncle held me aside with earnest advice. How could this be tolerated? Nakahara Chuuya was running away. I instantly became sharp and pedaled my bicycle like a hot wheel, leaving the traffic police uncle who was riding an electric scooter, holding a stack of tickets and crying for me to stop.

At night, in the room opposite Zhongyuan Chuye, I developed a stack of photos and spread them on the floor. I still couldn't find this guy's weakness, so I had to stick his photos on the wall and use them as targets for throwing knives.

When you are in the world, you are bound to capsize.

Unfortunately, I capsized.

The reason was that when I was hiding behind a telephone pole and secretly taking pictures of the handsome guy Nakahara Chuuya in an attempt to find his weakness, the old man who was guarding the port mafia reported me, saying that my actions were extremely obscene and that I was 100% a perverted stalker of their Yokohama's most popular girl.

What? ? ?

Holding the evidence camera, I was surrounded by a group of men in sunglasses. The white-haired guy wearing a fluffy scarf was reporting to Nakahara Chuuya, who had a frown on his face. With his weird eyes, I imagined the story of a perverted middle school student who couldn't get the love of a gangster boss... Wait! Why did I become a pervert?
The white-haired boy who watched me struggle in silence said in embarrassment: "Officer Chuuya, this lady has been following you for a few days. When I was on patrol, I saw her lying on the railing at our door and taking several photos of you..."

The little girl in kimono next to him nodded expressionlessly, "Yes, and she also asked me what I like and what I hate, Officer Chuuya. I think she's going to confess her feelings soon."

Nakahara Chuuya, who had no idea, said: “!!!”

Nakahara Chuuya was stunned: "Then why didn't you tell me."

Nakajima Atsushi: “…Ah…”

The furry boy stammered and said nothing, his eyes wandering towards the blue sky.

Nakahara Chuuya glared at the camera and crushed it: "... Did you feel guilty just now..."

"Let me go, I'm not a stalker!" I struggled in the kimono girl's hands, and said aggrievedly, "I just wanted to take a picture of him for research."

"So that's how it is. Do you want to take the photo of Officer Chuuya home and do something unspeakable?" The kimono-clad little sister, who seemed to know a lot, said something shocking. The poor orange-haired young man was struck by lightning. He staggered in fear and looked at me in disbelief.

Although we were less than one meter apart, I felt that at this moment he wished he was one African Rift Valley away from me.

"You..." Nakahara Chuuya broke down, stammering with a red face. He couldn't say "you" for a long time, but he was obviously looking at the pervert's eyes without highlights. He took a step back unconsciously, and even covered his clothes with his hands slightly. He was about to jump up.

"How did you become like this! You were such a reserved student before!" His mouth twitched and he covered his face in pain.

After saying that, he lowered his head and muttered, "Why do I always feel like someone is looking at me from behind when I walk recently? So you haven't given up pursuing me yet?"

He looked at me heavily, just like a dean looking at a worthless student.

The crowd of onlookers who discovered the incredible event exclaimed "Wow~". The man in sunglasses not far away whispered to each other, glancing at us from time to time. His burning eyes almost penetrated his sunglasses and stuck to me and Nakahara Chuuya, and he started to eat more of the onlookers even more intensely.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Nakahara Chuuya, who was at the center of the incident, covered his face and wailed about his lost innocence. He swiftly pulled me to an empty place, looked around for a long time, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that there was no one there.

He looked at me helplessly, took a deep breath, put his hand on my shoulder and earnestly advised me to turn back: "Give up your idea, you can see that I am a gangster, and I am really not suitable to be with you."

Oh no, this guy thinks I'm a poor girl who's become a pervert because she couldn't get what she wanted.

But...why do people around him call him a cadre?
After understanding the current situation, I immediately made a 360-degree turn and shook my head seriously: "No, Mr. Chuuya, my sincerity towards you is evident to all. I just like wild mafia guys like you!"

"You're so cool, maybe Chuuya-san will be successful in his career and become a leader in the future. That sounds cool!"

Nakahara Chuuya was very persistent and said with a wooden face, "It's impossible. Not everyone can be the leader."

"And I don't have any idea about underage students." His face suddenly changed, as if he remembered something in the past that he couldn't bear to look back on. His face became darker and darker, and he muttered in frustration: "That bluefin bastard ran away and left all the work to me. I've also been unlucky for no apparent reason recently..."

He frowned. "Besides, if a student like you is seen by classmates associating with the mafia, you might get into trouble. You should study hard and go to the University of Tokyo. Why are you thinking about love all day long?"

I was briefly confused, as it seemed that he was really just a cadre, but the leader that Tsushima Shuji described fit the description very well.

Unless, one of these two people is lying.

In other words, all of these were scripts that had been written long ago.

I once again observed the worried young man out of the corner of my eye and found that he seemed to be his original character. If it was an acting skill, it would be too terrible.

A bad premonition came to my mind.

That little green tea girl at home cheated on me!

My heart skipped a beat and I felt terrible all of a sudden. I never thought that a former consultant secretary of the Vongola family would be played around by a green tea girl. If Rrborn knew about this, they would definitely laugh at me for three days and three nights. Sawada Tsunayoshi and the others might even open champagne to celebrate and I would run back to Italy crying.

Yes! Maybe my mortal enemy Hibari Kyoya will laugh at me for being as stupid as ever and say that I might as well be his secretary.

All of a sudden I lost all my color, I withered, and looked up to vomit my soul. Seeing this, the frightened Nakahara Chuuya stopped his muttering like an old woman, quickly supported me as I was about to collapse, and tried to pinch my philtrum to save a salted fish that had lost its dream.

"Hey! What's wrong with you! Don't lose hope in life, you still have a future!" The anxious voice of the good young man Nakahara Chuuya shouted in my ears, but my soul was about to ascend to heaven.

I stretched out my arms tremblingly and looked up at the blue sky, feeling desolate and sad: "I, I failed..."

Frightened by my pale face, Nakahara Chuuya quickly grabbed my hand and said, "No way! It's just a failed confession! Calm down, and don't go over the Sanzu River if you see it!"

Sanzu River!!!

It was very appropriate for me to think of the big devil's catchphrase.

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his temple, and the man sneered.

"If you can't do that, go to the Sanzu River."

No--------

I sat up in shock as I was about to die, and then I came to my senses. I pushed the confused Nakahara Chuuya away, and yelled back at an even louder volume to cover up my mistake.

“Who will fail?” I tried hard to suppress the tears in my eyes, covered my face and held back the sadness, raised my head and jumped up to accuse him, “Besides, I’m almost 20 years old! In Italy, I’d probably be a mother! You’re only in junior high school!!!”

He silently lowered his head and glanced at me jumping around. He seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. He could only pat my little head with a loving look like an old father, with an expression of sympathy that I understood.

...Why are you silent...

Why are you touching my head...

My poor fragile heart was instantly crushed to nothing.

"You wait——"

I covered my face and ran away.

Sooner or later I will become the leader of the port Mafia!
But... let me go to Italy to regroup before I come back...

Yokohama is not a place that suits me. I'll go get my passport and go back to Italy to practice for a while before coming back. I was wrong. I shouldn't have slacked off in class all day. I learn from my mistakes. Teacher, please wait for me.

I hurried back to the rental house, and the young man sitting at the dining table greeted me with a smile. I was furious.

"Caramel sauce, do you want to eat? I made this lunch box for you with my own hands~"

Fuck you, you little green tea girl, you've ruined my good thing. I'm going to kill you on the spot soon.

I took a casual glance and found the dishes on the table looked good. Tsushima Shuji picked up the tofu with the look of a good wife and mother, and blew on it, looking at me innocently.

I opened my mouth and ate it reflexively, mumbling something, and then I'll kill you right there, don't think that I'll just...

Why did three figures appear in front of me...

Then he lost consciousness—

When my consciousness was fading, I just saw him smile.

This damn green tea! .
Life is unpredictable, you never know what will happen next.

I woke up slowly in a strange room and saw a young man working hard among piles of documents with his back to me. He seemed to be wearing a black coat that was completely different from before, and a bright red scarf was casually exposed from both sides. As if we had a telepathic connection, he turned around, twirled the tip of his pen, and looked at me with a smile.

"You are awake, ma'am."

…What did he call me???
"Madam~"

Putting down the pen, he came over to me with eager eyes, and looked at me from the bed. His eyes, which were not covered by the bandages, curved into a small crescent. He took out a small notebook from his pocket with his right hand, held it between two fingers, and shook it proudly in front of my eyes.

"We are a legal couple now~" He locked my gaze meaningfully, his low voice slightly hoarse. While I was confused, he took my hand and put it on my cheek, with a hint of playfulness at the end of the sentence.

"It's no surprise whether you're happy or not. From now on, you'll be the wife of the leader of the Port Mafia..."

……

Grass mud horse!
The leader is actually by my side, and the clown is actually myself!
(End of this chapter)