Mori Chef's self-cultivation

In the current situation, the man who is the dean once again has a very clear understanding: the person in front of him and Kurihara Wataru are definitely a family with the same blood.

Moreover, because of his age, he knows how to disguise better than the kid he watched growing up, and he also knows when to launch a fatal attack that can make people unable to resist, like a well-polished, sharp and invincible A horse's sword is enough to penetrate any obstacle.

"……I can not understand what you say!"

However, even though he was forced to go up the cliff, he still held on to the last sliver of rationality, tried his best to shake off the other party's restraints, and then angrily shouted almost hoarsely: "You self-righteous guy, don't think that this old and dilapidated orphanage can Do whatever you want! Get out, please! You are not welcome!"

Those words obviously carried the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time, and then they were exhausted.

Probably because he felt that it was easy to say too much and make mistakes, the man simply walked away, as if he didn't want to talk to others, but he didn't know how guilty he seemed when he hurriedly fled the scene.

The pink-haired boy watched him blankly as he turned the corridor until he disappeared, without any intention of going forward to stop him.

——It’s really incomparable with Mr. Sen, this dean is really inferior.

However, it is not easy for ordinary people to keep their mouths shut. It is estimated that the guy behind him should not be simple, so it is better than exhausting torture...

Kurihara put on a receiver in the shape of an earphone slowly, and hid it under his long hair, ensuring that no one would find that he was listening to the other party.

Just now, he managed to cover up his trick of replacing the original button with a cuff button bug through a large pulling motion.Because it is the usual black, it is difficult to get special attention, and he knows the former dean and the other party's dressing habits, so he prepared the corresponding crime tools early in the morning.

What's more, apart from the police academy personnel who have received special anti-reconnaissance training, ordinary citizens don't have the corresponding knowledge at all, let alone have too much vigilance.

He originally did it just in case, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.

And with his precise burst of questioning, the unrestrained dean will naturally contact the people behind the scenes, inadvertently revealing more effective information.

The bait has been released, and the rest is to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

The little devil with a stomach full of bad water leisurely paced forward, ready to have a good chat with a little tiger who had forgotten himself, and pass the long time before the truth was caught.

This orphanage has an absolute truth that is tacitly accepted by everyone.

That is to say, no matter how big things happened, how serious the crisis was, and how terrible the mental trauma was caused to Atsushi Nakajima, it was absolutely impossible to affect his appetite.

Big Stomach King is always active in business, and he will be the one who eats the fastest if he is not full.

As a result, after everyone finished praying before meals, they discovered an extremely horrifying situation—the white-haired boy who was as thin as a reed and could eat was staring at his rice bowl in a daze, without moving his chopsticks for a long time, as if he had lost the desire to eat !

No one can believe their eyes, even the young children who are still babbling can't help but stare at him with big round eyes, as if they found some wild animals that suddenly appeared in the restaurant Can't stop watching.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't know anything about this, and he was always stuck in the world of thinking and couldn't extricate himself.

The type like him who lives by observing and pleasing others has such a strong perception of emotions that he can't ignore the dean's strange behavior and his previous impulsive behavior.

Just as he said to the pink-haired "girl", he really has no impression of "Kurihara Tsubasa", and he is definitely not lying.

However, when the other party passed by, the familiar breath captured by his sense of smell awakened the instinct of the body, making him subconsciously run towards the door, as if he wanted to hold on to something tightly so as not to lose it again. The unusual urgency is by no means fake.

He seemed... No, it should be said that he definitely knew her.

"Really, what's going on—"

The clueless teenager couldn't help rubbing his white hair with his hands, venting the inexplicable depression in his heart helplessly, not even knowing when someone approached him.

"Dun-Dun?"

"Wow?!"

He probably has a physique that is easily frightened, he is easily startled and flickered at every turn, and it is difficult to get rid of it, so he is still the same at the moment, and he is almost knocked over by the slapping sensation coming from his back, and finally he relies on grabbing Only by holding onto the table in front of him could he barely control his body.

When he turned his head back with a blue face, he saw a little girl no older than seven years old standing behind her, trying her best to attract his attention on her tiptoes, and then told her in a childish voice: "There is a very pretty girl outside the door." My big sister, please let me call you! Dun Dun, work hard!"

"What are you kidding me about..."

Atsushi Nakajima touched the top of her soft, fluffy hair helplessly. After getting a cute look of "I know everything when I grow up", I couldn't help laughing, got up and dragged slightly heavy steps to the other side Beside the "girl" of the fate.

Probably because of the hot weather, the other party chose to lie down in front of an open corridor window, stretched out both arms, raised his face to absorb the fresh air from the outside, like a cat cake enjoying sunbathing in the afternoon, his body was full of fragrance. With a lazy taste.

For some reason, he felt that scene was quite familiar, as if every day in the past was constantly being played out in front of him.

Unknowingly, the white-haired boy's slightly distressed expression relaxed, and even his footsteps followed a little lightly, quietly approaching the pink dumpling who seemed to be defenseless and became more and more fluffy under the sun.

"You're betrayed by the sound of your breathing—"

The other party pointed out his shortcomings without looking back, and when he reflexively prepared to apologize, he immediately interrupted with a prescient voice, "Don't apologize casually, I don't need...not right, I want it It’s another kind of confession.”

Speaking confusing lines that seemed to be out of line, the little devil with the appearance of a fairy cat tilted his head slightly and showed him a not-so-kind smile.

Atsushi Nakajima shivered instinctively.

Rather than accepting the X-ray-like glance up and down, he would rather make the big characters "I'm sorry" into a huge LED panel light on his head to accept the crowd's onlookers.

Obviously the two of them were not familiar (?), but it made his feet go weak, as if he had foreseen some tragic ending in advance, and his whole body trembled.

"Don't be afraid, I won't eat you~"

Seeing his shivering lamb appearance, Kurihara She couldn't help teasing him, and now he walked up to him, taking advantage of the difference in height between the two of them due to their different ages, and hugged him into his arms. In his arms, he successfully opened up the bad aura of the elder sister Yu, "But if you don't do what I ask, the big sister doesn't mind the cruel way of torture you—"

"Please, please order as you like!" Unaware that his childhood friend has mutated into a shameless female clothing boss, the young man who was forced to experience the state of being a little bird turned red, and almost fainted, not knowing that he agreed Some unfair terms.

Then, warm breaths and devil-like words floated in his ears.

"—From now on, repeat the name 'Kurihara Wataru' a hundred times until you remember it."

"...If you can't remember, what will happen?"

"Then read it ten thousand times."

Seeing his pitiful face about to cry without tears, the little devil who was tragically forgotten by his friends bared his little white teeth, and said leisurely in a tone full of Weihe: "Don't worry, I will keep watching you until you reach the standard. Ah , Speaking of which, if you don’t hurry up, not only will you miss lunch time, but you won’t even have time to eat dinner~”

The little tiger whose weakness was completely pinched: "..."

——This guy is an out-and-out devil!Help!

Meanwhile, the dean's office.

At the moment when Kurihara Yuki was tossing his hair happily, the man hurriedly returned to the safe zone and locked the door behind him, as if he had escaped from the chase of a flood of beasts, he slumped down as if he had collapsed, until he fell into the cool air. Only then did the ground stop the limp trend.

After resting for 2 minutes, he finally remembered that he should call for help, so he took out a mobile phone specially used to contact "someone" from his pocket, and decisively pressed the communication button.

Usually it was the other party who sent a unilateral text message to guide him in his actions. This was the first time he took the initiative to ask for advice, and he couldn't help but feel a drum in his heart. There was a kind of ambivalence in praying that the other party would get through quickly but hoping that he would not be connected.

Soon, the beeping waiting tone in the handset was replaced by a low, magnetic voice.

"He's here." As if a monitor with no dead ends was installed in the orphanage, he clearly explained the core part of the incident before he could speak.

"It's not 'he', it's 'she'. The one who visited today is a young lady."

Perhaps because of the oppression of the other party's aura, he should have corrected him angrily, but when he said it, he seemed very respectful and had a natural sense of fear, "According to your request, I tried to avoid her questioning as much as possible. But I have to say that she is full of curiosity, obviously not something that can be dismissed easily."

For some reason, the mysterious man on the other side of the microphone suddenly chuckled, not as troubled as he was at all.

If you look into the emotions in it carefully, it is probably mostly joyful, and the rest is a sense of nostalgia that cannot be hidden.

"It's still the same." The voice next to his ear continued, "It's okay, let 'her' act freely, the more you stop it, the more counterproductive it will be. There is no way to dispel 'her''s innate curiosity."

The man's attitude is very calm, like the owner who allows a domestic cat to explore the structure of the house at will, and is not worried about the other party jumping out of the open window to play.

Anyway, no matter how fun you are, you have to go home.

"but--"

He suddenly changed the subject, revealing a bit of the calmness unique to the superiors and looking at the overall situation, which invisibly created an insurmountable sense of class between the two parties, so that the man who is the dean can feel the words through the phone. oppressiveness brought about.

"Remember, hide that room well, and don't give Atsushi Nakajima's adoption rights to anyone. If 'she' makes any mistakes again, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you."

"—don't challenge my patience."