Mori Chef's self-cultivation

When Kurihara Wataru's hidden buff is turned on to about 60%, even the voice will change along with it, as if processed by a voice changer, lacking the recognition it should have.

Therefore, even though Rao had been prepared to give birth first, he couldn't confirm whether the person who came to him was "her" at the first time, so he had to wait and see what happened, and threw out a response that was almost cold and humorous.

"Before asking others, it's polite to declare yourself first, right?"

"You really like to joke..."

Hearing this, the young man who was enduring the desire to get close immediately grabbed his tie, twisted it clockwise, and then deliberately held the end to tighten it, which brought him a slight sense of oppression, "Please answer me carefully. You know, your life has fallen into my hands~"

The threat actually caused tremors in the body.

After all, the throat is the vital point of the human body, even if he is sure to cut off the tie and escape at the critical moment, he still can't help but feel uncomfortable about it.

But as an experienced and qualified hostage, such a test obviously couldn't force him to expose his hole cards in advance and show an expression that would make the tormentor happy, so he maintained his steady expression and fought back impeccably.

"Until you get what you want, I'm pretty safe. So, instead of asking something boring, how about getting straight to the point?"

"How cunning, he really is a man of fox attributes."

Kurihara Wataru, who had gradually determined that he was not the dean of his family, was not discouraged. On the contrary, it seemed as if he had discovered plural happiness, and further digging for interesting information, "Why don't you guess what I want?"

The two Heart Faction players kicked the ball to test each other, and neither of them was willing to honestly give the answer to the other's question.

Regarding this, the man who was blindfolded and slightly at a disadvantage thought for a while, and then hit a straight ball in a quite sure tone, "I guess, you should not be the leader's subordinate."

"Oh?"

Seeing that he had an IQ comparable to that of the dean, the pink-haired boy became more and more interested. He simply raised his legs and sat on his lap, using practical actions to prove that he was listening attentively.

He calmly felt the weight of intimate contact.

"There were at least twenty people who broke into the reception, but the guards assigned to me were only around four. Analyzing in order of priority, their target must be Dazai-kun."

"But your first choice is me... This shows that in your heart, my value is far more than his."

"You and the leader have different end goals."

"What if it's just that I'm rebellious or I don't take it seriously, so I choose you to attack?" Probably because of the influence of the interrogation environment, and because he is not the dean he really loves, Kurihara's attitude at the moment is much more casual. He unceremoniously grabbed the loopholes and pressed for questions.

However, Mori Ogai used the facts to prove what it means for the elderly to be able to do a job with ease.

"Judging from their actions, it is undoubtedly a well-trained army. How could they tolerate the existence of 'rebellious' emotions? They were wiped out by the iron-blood policy early in the morning. As for your so-called 'not being taken seriously' '..."

In order to hide his identity for the time being, he deliberately pretended not to know what "mimic" is, and his speech was completely determined to rely on analysis to keep getting closer to the truth, and he could not help but move closer to the direction of the magic stick.

Of course, with a handsome face that is slightly stained by the years and more charming, no matter what you say, you can break away from the unreliable image of fortune-telling under the bridge wearing small black glasses, and become a worldly master who is in charge of other people's fate while talking and laughing .

"That's even more impossible, She-jun."

Not only did he reveal the identity of the other party, but he also added an affectionate name by the way, creating a good relationship between the two, which seemed to be an alliance in private, and praised him without hesitation: "According to your ability, since you have already mixed in If you are among them, you will naturally not be content with mediocrity, let the rough people who don't want to think about anything direct your actions."

"Eh? Have you been seen through, as expected of you..."

I have to admit that the familiar face in front of me is too lethal, which makes it difficult for Kurihara to play psychological warfare in the state of dealing with others, so he subconsciously gave up the plan of sophistry.

Anyway, no matter how he disguised himself, as long as he was "Mr. Mori", he would definitely be recognized.

He was sure of that.

But that doesn't mean that he will be obedient. In a sense, the mature charm of the other party makes him enter a more dangerous state.

Unknowingly, he has already supported the opponent's thigh with the other hand, keeping the upper body leaning forward to maintain a delicate balance, like a cat aiming at its prey, looking for a fatal weakness.

You know, the cheetah is also a kind of cat.

Even through a blindfold, Mr. First could still receive the offensive signal from his body, but instead of trying to stop him, he smiled meaningfully at him.

"Whose shadow are you looking for in me, Mr. She?"

"Strange, obviously I hide it well?"

As if he had forgotten all the behaviors he used to act like a coquettish hug in the form of a sloth, the pink-haired boy blinked, and immediately said in a very understandable tone, "You don't hate me like this, do you? Oh, I'm so sorry , even so, it is difficult for me to break my habit."

The scumbag eating meal replacements was still as confident as ever, without feeling guilty at all.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid he would even be in the mood to pinch the back of his neck and give him a hard lesson, but Mori Ogai's smile did not change, and he denied it very kindly: "It's okay, as long as She-jun is happy." OK, I don't mind."

Not only does he not mind, he can even "advance strengths and avoid weaknesses" and fully play the ideal type in the other party's heart-if the size is right, there is no need to completely sell the hue, and a simple platonic (?) getting along is enough to achieve his desired goal .

It's a business that is sure to make a profit without losing money, and he will never suffer a loss anyway.

Seeing that he is so reasonable, the suspicious feline couldn't help but feel cheated, and asked suspiciously, "Really—?"

"Hasn't Mr. She felt my sincerity?"

Mr. Chief, who was fiddling with wishful thinking in his heart, pretended to be helpless, immediately lowered his voice, and threw out an olive branch full of ambition, "Instead of cooperating with barbarians of unknown origin, why not go forward with me. You know, I But the first time I saw you, I was quite moved..."

Beautiful gems, who wouldn't love them?

What's more, it is still a gem that has been polished and has a fascinating luster on every facet. It almost attracts the criminal psychology of others all the time.

And he's not exempt, or rather, he has every reason to indulge his growing desire to own it.

——In order to stabilize my position, in order to organize the next development, and for the three-minute conception plan set by Natsume-sensei...

It was so well-founded that his "confession" sounded extraordinarily sincere.

Sweet words of love are always very touching.

Especially when the man who said this was in a "difficult situation", deprived of sight and ability to move, as if he had no room to struggle, and had to be slaughtered, the party in control did not want to pursue his sincerity and love at all. No, just indulge in the abyss of pleasure of being pleased.

Kurihara Wataru has no reason to refuse such a temptation.

but--

"Didn't you say the same thing to many people?"

He explained on the spot why the little devil who pushed his nose on his face pulled off his blindfold, so that those rarely blurred purple eyes could only reflect his own reflection, and then he used his imagination to pour out "For example, you seem to be very familiar with Dazai-kun next door? Ah, maybe you and Mr. Nakahara..."

"Wait, it seems that you have misunderstood my character a lot?" In his lifetime, Mr. Chief, who has always been unscrupulous, rarely complained for himself, wishing to raise his hands and shout for injustice.

——Leave him alone, what about Dazai-kun and Chuya-kun...he doesn't have the habit of unspoken rules for subordinates!

The conscience of heaven and earth, his hunting range is young girls under the age of 12!

If his character were more impulsive, it is estimated that Alice would be summoned again at this moment, and he would prove his innocence (?) with facts.

As a result, the reality quickly proved that his patience was the right choice.

Because the next moment, the wayward cat who is good at making things difficult for its owner bared its small white teeth, meowed and threw a fatal question and answer at him.

"Well, I try not to think too much about it. However, it is very important that you answer my doubts seriously, and it is the most important thing related to our successful cooperation."

"—Sister Yu and Lolita, which one do you like?"

"..."

The leader who accurately figured out people's hearts through observation was sure that if he answered the word "loli", the person in front of him would immediately turn his head and leave, and he would never listen to another excuse.

Unexpectedly, these days, recruiting people for the organization not only requires selling appearance, but even the last trace of pure land in the soul is almost unbearable.

His silence aroused the bad taste of the pink-haired "girl", "she" directly held his cheeks with her hands, and gave him the death sentence with a smile, "You know how to say it. Hurry up, for Become the 'he' in my heart, and imitate it more like it?"

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