[Tutorial] Shark and Rose

Although Yamamoto's boy's English level is not very good, but he can barely understand and speak a little bit of English compared to Italian who doesn't know anything.

As a result, Yamamoto started to use his proficiency in English, which was obviously at the novice stage, to have friendly and pleasant (are you sure?) communication with the increasingly irritable Ginkade.

"You mean Sword Emperor Dole? Are you sure it's that bastard Dole?! (English)" The young Squalo was obviously not as mature as he was eight years later to hide his emotions.Not long ago, the shock of Duer's death had obviously not passed away, and the overwhelming sense of despair still enveloped him with a shadow.At this time, he tried to calm down and called Dole that bastard, but it was already raining heavily in his heart, and the defense line of his heart was simply fragile.He thought back to the sentence "When the sword emperor Duer competed with his father, he agreed that his heir would enter into a marriage contract with the descendants of the Yamamoto family." And can't hear it anymore.

durr...asshole!You bastard!Even if I die, I have to make my own arrangements for my next home!How arrogant!Do you think I, Squalo, can't live without you!The young Squalo thought angrily, but still couldn't help but tilt his head and blink away a tear that slipped quietly from the corner of his sour eyes.hateful!I won't shed another tear for that bastard!It must have been wiped clean!

He was silent for a while, but couldn't help but defend himself.But, Squalo, not to mention that the tears are still warm, even just now, you will cry, isn't it because of the bastard in your mouth.Don't lie to yourself anymore, not to mention, that man is already dead.And I, Squalo, will never allow myself to shed tears for a dead person over and over again in front of others.

Raising his hand to wipe his face, he tidied up his emotions, and with a twitch of the corner of his mouth, he interrupted the boy Yamamoto's "confession of true love". : "Shut up. (English)"

Takeshi Yamamoto blinked, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "Spelby, do you know what year it is now?" (English)

Yinjae, who was pulling on the uncomfortable bathrobe, was taken aback, and raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? Of course it is the summer of 1996—(English)"

The boy Yamamoto breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that in addition to getting younger, his memory also stays with his body's age. Alas, he shouldn't be in a daze yesterday, and he should have picked up his wife earlier!

"It's not my daughter-in-law—uh, Spelby—" Under the fierce stare of the silver-haired boy, Takeshi Yamamoto silently changed his words and changed his name.Seeing that the boy was still staring at him coldly, the boy Yamamoto became cruel, and he refused to change it again: "No, I won't change it! I don't want to call you Mr. Squalo! I only call you by your name, Sibel Than, that's my bottom line! Also, it's the fall of 2004—you were 22 years old when I met you. (English)"

"You should have called me Mr. Squalo. (English)" Although he was still dissatisfied with the boy's address, Yinjiao just smacked his lips and didn't dwell on the issue. "You mean, I was attacked by a weapon like a ten-year rocket launcher from eight years later? And the effect is not only 5 minutes, but inexplicably becomes permanent—wait, (English)" he He glanced at his subconsciously raised left hand, because he has never been willing to face the fact that he had a broken arm. Normally, he would ignore his left hand prosthesis as much as he could, so he didn't even find something wrong when he changed his bathrobe— —And just now, his left hand was actually moving!The boy took off the left sleeve of the bathrobe, checked the connection between the left arm and the shoulder, and touched and touched in disbelief: "My left hand—how is it possible? Even after eight years, my hand should still be broken. Dropped—(Italian)"

"Spelby, what are you talking about? Also, what is a ten-year rocket launcher? (English)" Takeshi Yamamoto scratched his head, pronounced this strange term like a tongue, and asked suspiciously.

"The ten-year rocket launcher is a weapon passed down from generation to generation by the Povino family. (English)" Yinjiao actually didn't intend to explain any further to the young man, even though this was an unspoken secret among Italian mafia families, it was unnecessary Drag this ordinary boy into the water.He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and asked the oriental boy about his left arm.

The boy Yamamoto was taken aback, and subconsciously stepped forward to touch it, um, it feels good.He didn't withdraw his hand reluctantly until his paw was slapped off by Yin Jiaohan with a stern face. "Before—no, during the battle for the Ring of Rain, I felt that your left hand seemed to be different than before. Before the battle, you disappeared for a month. Did you have surgery at that time? But, this connection is too seamless... Besides, where did you find another arm? (English)" He lowered his voice, staring at Yinsha's left arm that had been hidden behind the bathrobe, Mumbling.

"The Battle for the Ring of Rain? What? Xanxus—" After a few months, the pain of the broken arm is still clear. Of course, for Squalo, the pain is not only the broken arm, but also Dole.He shivered uncontrollably, forced himself to forget about Durr, and recovered his voice: "That's all. Find me some clothes, I'm going back to Italy. (English)"

Xanxus?When the boy Yamamoto heard the name of the leader of Varian, he was stunned for a moment, and he was still hesitating whether to tell Yinja that Xanxus was in Japan, but Yinja, who had been waiting impatiently, had already found his clothes by himself.

He scanned the room in front of him again, picked the cabinet that looked like a wardrobe and walked over.Opening the door of the cupboard, there were indeed the boy's clothes inside.Squalo rummaged through it and found some new boxes of underwear in another drawer.

At this time, the boy Yamamoto came over, rubbed his nose and said embarrassedly: "Daughter-in-law, actually I don't mind you wearing the underwear I wore."

Squalo froze coldly. The boy, who was speaking Japanese he didn't understand, didn't talk to him, and changed into clothes directly.

At this time, Takeshi Yamamoto found some clothes he had worn before he grew taller and gave them to his wife, and he followed the cold and violent boy step by step, chattering tirelessly and chattering about the Japanese corresponding to the English he knew. Lo "awakens the memory"—or literacy.

Feeling something furry on his back, the silver-haired boy paused his dressing hands, and after putting on the T-shirt, he touched the back of his collar with his left hand unnaturally, and pulled out two familiar silver strands from the collar. braided hair.

Squalo: "..."

Seeing that his masterpiece was finally discovered by its owner, the boy Yamamoto scratched the back of his head with one hand and giggled shyly.

The author has something to say: la la la, I am the manuscript depositor!

Now I am staying in a hotel near the test center for the interview tomorrow. QAQ feels so sad after leaving the warm dormitory bed!

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