Mori Chef's self-cultivation

"The reception time has changed."

When Kurihara returned to the temporary owner's home with the small cloth bag containing the vegetables, he saw the orange-haired boy holding the tie with one hand and pulling the chocker around his neck with the other hand, trying to take it off.

He stepped forward with great insight, reached out and groped for the position of the concealed buckle, and gently pulled it, and the personalized leather ornament fell into the palm of his hand.

Probably the other party forgot to take it off while sleeping, so it is still dyed with the temperature of the human body and a little sense of burnout, with a heavy texture.

"Thanks."

Perhaps it was because his movements were too natural that Nakahara didn't blush at such an intimate gesture between the two, but continued to wrap the tie around the neckline and tied a loose half-Windsor knot.

Obviously, teenagers with trendy men's aesthetics are not good at similar dresses, at most they are some poor imitations.

But this also shows how formal the reception tonight is.

If necessary, maybe there will be a "loading" sign at the door?

"Why did the time change suddenly?"

The little devil who had already arranged a plan to make trouble approached calmly, and while helping to tie a beautiful Eldredge knot again, he seemed to be curious about the information: "Could it be that the scheduled location has changed temporarily? ?”

"No, that bastard... I mean Dazai, he insisted on coming up with some new tricks, so I needed to go to the field to watch in advance to prevent him from causing trouble." Speaking of this, the orange-haired boy couldn't help but grind his eyes. The molars, with an irritable look of not wanting to press the trouble spirit into the heart, never seeing each other again.

There's no way, but anything that involves his arch-rival will make his irritability index skyrocket, not to mention, this time, the arch-rival is still taking the initiative to make trouble, it's like dancing in his minefield.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

But if you don't like it, he's an honest person who loves to worry, so he can only suppress his anger at the moment, turn his head and add: "You definitely want to go with me, go clean up, I'll wait for you. "

Of course, the pink-haired "girl" had no objection, and trotted into the room, her ears were sensitive enough to pick up the murmurs of the people behind her that dissipated into the air almost instantly.

"This guy is really good at everything, and the tie looks good too..."

——Hmph, don't underestimate the skills he honed for Mr. Mori~

Unlike the younger generations, Mr. Dean, who has entered the [-]th generation, is already a mature and stable adult. Even if he wears a white coat on weekdays, he still wears a shirt and tie. He looks very decent. Full of charm unique to the elderly.

Well, he has also honed his shaving technique, and he is waiting to try it someday in the future~

The feline, full of bright prospects, shook its invisible tail, and its mood immediately rose by dozens of percentage points. It smiled and picked up the dress skirt with the monitor and changed it, without being affected by the outside news at all.

Anyway, he had long expected that Osamu Dazai would not sit still.

Thinking with your toes, you know that since you have doubts about him, the other party must design a series of temptations one after another until he shows his feet. For the time being, the first round of the game is over, and then the next round will be formulated according to his level. The content of a showdown.

Heart players always like to challenge difficult opponents.

He would be surprised if the guy he was targeting didn't respond to it.

——However, the right to call the beginning and end is still out of your hands, Dazai-kun.

Kurihara tidied up the hem of the skirt, then showed a flawless Yamato Nadeko-style smile in the dressing mirror, turned around twice to make sure that the things he was carrying were well hidden, and then opened the door and went out.

The temporary owner who took him in acted as the driver again, and drove him to the predetermined place together.

I don’t know if he remembers his car sickness (?) last time, but this time the speed-loving Hong Kong Black Gravity Officer thoughtfully slowed down, allowing him to maintain the appearance of a little fairy and arrive at the reception scene gracefully.

"Mr. Chuya."

The guards who had been waiting outside the door were dressed in standard black suits and sunglasses that covered most of their faces. They looked like gods collecting protection fees, showing a strong aura just by standing still.

It is enough to deter the average person.

However, facing their not tall superiors, they suddenly became shorter, as if they had changed from a big tiger to a watchdog. Following the leader, bowing slightly humbly.

The orange-haired boy nodded as usual, unintentionally revealing a bit of arrogance belonging to the strong.

But compared to A, who is also a cadre, he is obviously much more approachable and has no airs at all, so the two big men didn't wait for him to introduce, they asked secretly: "Mr. Nakaya, the lady next to you yes……?"

"He's my dance partner tonight."

I knew that I would definitely attract everyone's attention when I brought a female companion for the first time. Zhong Yuanzhong also acted very calmly, but in the next second he quickly changed the topic, not giving others the opportunity to peek into his inner world too much.

He glanced at the seemingly quiet venue not far away, and asked, "Has Dazai arrived?"

"Mr. Dazai, he..."

For some reason, the two tall men in front of him suddenly faltered, and did not answer yes or no. Instead, they kept peeking at the pink-haired "girl" next to him, with an unspeakable look.

If there is nothing tricky in it, even the simplest fighters would not believe it.

He was most annoyed that his enemy was making small moves under his own eyelids, and immediately lost his temper, and asked in a cold voice: "Tell me, what the hell did that guy do?"

"Mr. Dazai called and said that Mr. Chuya's partner must be searched, otherwise he will skip the reception..." The black suit honestly repeated the original words of the black-hearted superior, and at the same time through the sunglasses with good light transmission effect, Scan the special person who is being looked after (in different senses) by the two cadres.

Looking at the appearance alone, apart from being too beautiful and harmless, there is really nothing special about it.

However, it is the dodder-like weak appearance that makes her incompatible with the surrounding environment, almost like a princess who accidentally broke into the Demon King's City, and the next second, the monsters who covet her beauty come forward, Eat it up fresh.

This is not where she should be at all.

——From a certain point of view, Mr. Nakaya is quite suitable for the role of a hero?As for the Demon King... I really don't know which one is more suitable, the leader or Dazai-san.

Anyway, none of them are good stubble.

The people in black suits with random and divergent thinking are in a dilemma and want to escape from reality.

Sure enough, upon hearing such a targeted request, the orange-haired boy immediately went into a rage, and when he didn't pay attention, a frightening red light rolled faintly under his feet, crushing the surrounding floor with a "click" and cracking a shallow gap.

According to his usual demeanor, it is now the result of his extreme restraint.

"Aha?"

If he hadn't considered the important occasion to come, he would have dug three feet long ago, dug out his nemesis who was as slippery as a loach, and beat him up to vent his anger, "Are you kidding me? The bastard Qingmao is actually hiding Let's take a peek at the excitement somewhere! Why don't you come to participate, and lie to ghosts?!"

"Chuya, Mr. Chuya, you, calm down..."

"Mr. Zhongyuan—"

In an anxious atmosphere that was about to burn into a sea of ​​flames, the "girl" who was quietly watching the situation spoke at the right time, using a soft voice to defuse the anger in the hearts of her colleagues, "Is it just a routine inspection? I'm fine, it's just..."

"She" lowered her eyes, tugged at the hem of her skirt shyly, and begged in a low voice.

"The body search is too, too easy to produce physical contact, I am a little uneasy, can it be replaced with an instrument test or something?"

After all, "she" gave the black suit a look carefully, her pleading and embarrassment were beyond words, and it even gave people the illusion that refusing "her" was a felony.

puff.

The man who was hit by that gaze seemed to have heard the sound of an arrow being shot in his chest, and wished he could cover his heart, and wildly praised how understanding she was.

——Who can embarrass a reasonable and lovely woman!

As long as she is a little arrogant and ignorant, and if she speaks something provocative, the two cadres who have deep grievances will have to change their fighting spirit from air to face to face. Then suffer.

So the gatekeeper in a black suit hurried down the donkey, picked up a detector that can detect dangerous metal objects, and signaled: "Mr. Chuya, look, we are going to test every visitor to prevent anyone from bringing dangerous objects in... ..."

"...Okay, don't delay too long."

Fortunately, Zhong Yuanzhong is not the type who likes to vent his anger on innocent people. He knew that he couldn't make it difficult for his subordinates, so he stood aside with his hands in his pockets and waited.

Kurihara Tsutomu held up the hem of his skirt and turned back and forth to cooperate with the scanning of the detector.

The ring instrument responsible for detecting whether he stole the weapon did not respond, and the green light representing safety was on.

He was finally put into the house smoothly, and before he left, he did not forget to thank the black suit that was wiping off the sweat, completely clearing away all his suspicions.

Even from the perspective of the mafia who have experienced the storm, he is just an unlucky guy who has been involved in the daily struggle between the "two blacks" (elementary school chicken), and he has been embarrassing for no reason.

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And a few minutes later, a certain figure who appeared in Yoyo perfectly carried out such an argument, making every onlooker at the scene fully enjoy the power of the wonderful Shura field.

"Ah, the 'princess' hidden by the dark dwarf—"

As Chuya Nakahara described before, the young man who slowly walked up to them had a soft voice like floating smoke, but wrapped most of his cheeks and body with bandages, adding a lot to the originally handsome and affectionate face. Morbid, and even the eyes are dimmed, like faded iris-colored hollows set in broken treasures.

So when he laughed, it didn't make people feel friendly, but a cold air shot up from his back, making his teeth tremble with the cold.

As if he didn't notice anything about it, he kept moving forward, approaching the location of the pink-haired "girl", and sighed lightly in his mouth: "We finally meet, I have been looking forward to it for a long time."