Chapter 92 Do you want an autograph or a photo?

"Oh my god, what a beautiful baby."

"Right, right, isn't he super cute? I have photos of him from childhood to adulthood, do you want to see them?"

"Can I? Thank you, you are such a lovely girl."

"Hey, that's too exaggerated."

Lusilia has already struck up a conversation with a group of fans, who are now laughing and joking, so happy that they don't know what's going on.

The fans are particularly tolerant, and each of them holds the inclusive spirit of "As long as you like my idol, it doesn't matter whether she is a man or a woman, we are all good sisters."

"So you are Italian. It must be hard to come from such a far place."

"Don't you find it strange?" Although Lusilia loved Varian's family very much, she also knew that in the eyes of outsiders, especially ordinary people, the aura around them was dangerous, and everyone looked unfriendly.

"How could that be? Xiaotu's fan base is huge, and we've long been used to it. I've encountered some before..." The girl was stumped for a moment, "Uh, fans who pursue gender-change freedom."

"And you can see there are actually quite a few boys here. It's quite normal." The girl told him not to think too much.

After chatting for half an hour, Lusilia was successfully pulled into the girl's circle and promoted from a fake fan to a growing new fan.

"Is this the song sung by Tsunayoshi?" Lusilia was surprised to hear the melody in his ears. It was very familiar. He used to love listening to it, but he never knew that it was sung by Tsunayoshi Sawada.

"Yes, it was from a while ago. Our group's new song is also very nice. Have you listened to it?"

Lusilia: "I'm a new fan."

The girl suddenly realized: "Oh, you got into it because of the new album, right? I know, I know, there are a lot of people like that."

Squalo went back to the car, explained the situation to the boss, and asked Bell to stay in the car. When he came back, Lusilia had taken photos with several people and exchanged contact information.

"Lusilia!"

Squalo couldn't control his loud voice, and the girl who was talking to Lusilia shook subconsciously.

Lusilia: "Look, you scared me."

"It's okay, you have a really loud voice!" the girl said in an admiring tone, "If you were at a concert, you would definitely catch Bunny's attention right away."

The words that Squalo was about to say got stuck in his throat.

This is the first time someone has said this, and it is such a unique angle of praise.

"When I attended a birthday party last time, there was a boy with a really loud voice, so Xiaotu chose to sing a song he sang. I'm so envious." The pink-haired girl turned to her male companion and said, "You can't do that, your voice is even smaller than mine."

The companion frowned, "It depends on your talent. You can't blame me if my voice is too soft."

"Yeah, has Squalo always been this loud since he was a kid?"

Squalo saw that they were about to discuss one, two, three, four points with the sound, "Ahem, when will Sawada come out?"

"Brother, you are more reserved than me. I always call you Tsuna."

Squalo really couldn't imagine a scene where he called Sawada Tsunayoshi "Tsuna".

It was still a girl who answered his question: "It's almost there, it should take another ten minutes."

Just as she said, Sawada Tsunayoshi arrived fifteen minutes later. "Sorry, sorry, have you been waiting for a long time? This scene took a long time to shoot."

He was still wearing the hunting robe he had just worn when he was talking to Squalo. The base was white, and the lining was a light blue silk. The fabric was as smooth as clouds, and the plain pattern of the inner garment could be vaguely seen. He did not wear a tsubo hat on his head, and a blue ribbon was wrapped around his long hair. When he walked quickly, the ends of his hair swayed, and the silver ornaments on his waist rang like bells, showing the agility of a young man.

"No, you don't have to be so anxious. It's okay for us to wait a little longer."

Everyone who was sitting just now stood up, and those who were nearby came forward. Before Squalo could get forward, he was blocked by others. He looked around and found that Lusilia was pulled to the front by the girl who had just chatted with him.

Although there were a lot of people, it was not noisy and everyone spoke in a low voice for fear of disturbing the crew nearby and leaving a bad impression on the director about their idol.

Everyone prepared small gifts, and Sawada Tsunayoshi praised them one by one. His smile was so sincere and beautiful that Squalo could not see any acting in it.

The fans were moved.

There were so many things that it was hard to carry, so Sawada Tsunayoshi asked his assistant to prepare a box and put them in it properly, promising: "I will move them back and put them away myself later, and I will take them home and put them in the collection room after filming is finished."

Someone was concerned: "How long will the filming take? The weather is getting hot, and it will be very uncomfortable to wear such thick clothes."

"It won't take too long. We won't wait until the hottest period. Besides, the crew has fans, so it won't be too hot."

"I heard there were fighting scenes. Were you injured?"

"No, the crew has taken very good protective measures, and you know, I've practiced since I was a child."

"You have to eat well."

Sawada Tsunayoshi turned around for them, like a little white butterfly, "I'm getting fat. The food you brought me last time was so delicious."

“…”

There were a lot of questions from people around, and Sawada Tsunayoshi patiently answered them one by one. He then gave them autographs and took photos with them if they wanted.

Squalo stood aside, watching him flying around the field, and then he stopped in front of him, smiling and said: "Do you want an autograph or a photo?"

That look really made Squalo doubt whether Reborn had not told him that the Vongola assassination team was coming.

He wanted to refuse, but suddenly remembered Mammon and whispered, "Just sign it."

It was obvious that his low voice was the result of an effort to suppress it, but it was still twice as loud as the voices of those around him.

The assistant had already prepared various beautiful signature papers, so Squalo received a beautiful signature with pink oil painting flowers printed on it.

Squalo didn't know what to do.

He was holding the signature and was about to tell Sawada Tsunayoshi his identity when Sawada Tsunayoshi turned around and said to the others: "Do you want to take a group photo together?"

Squalo was interrupted.

"Yes!" The others were very excited.

"Okay, those holding the banners on both sides, lower them a little bit to block the faces of the people behind you."

Because of their suitable height, Squalo and Luslia were arranged to stand on the two sides holding banners.

The background color of the banner is orange, the support color of Sawada Tsunayoshi, and his name is round with cute Q-version avatars drawn on both sides.

The photographer poked his head in. “Uh, that fan on the right holding the banner, could you smile a little.”

The stern look in the camera made the photographer feel subtly uncomfortable, as if he was about to be assassinated in the next second.

Lusilia said in a rippling tone: "Squaro, smile."

Squalo forced a smile, and the photographer stopped giving instructions, fearing that he was actually being assassinated.

"Okay, eggplant..."

Because conditions did not allow, the photos were not developed on site, and a copy was given to each fan.

Squalo's phone had been loaded with intelligence and information on assassination targets. The most he had taken photos of was to confirm the target's death, but he had never loaded photos like this one.

Finally, everyone received a small gift prepared by Sawada Tsunayoshi.

When the visit was over and they were about to leave, the girl rummaged through her bag and took out an orange amulet, and handed it to Lusilia, "Here, this is for you. It's a Tuihu amulet with a picture of the little rabbit and a blessing inside."

"Mo~Thank you so much." Lusilia didn't expect that after coming here, she could gain a little friendship.

After everyone left, Sawada Tsunayoshi was still standing there. He asked his assistant to go back first.

The undisguised sound of something landing sounded behind him, followed by the sound of rather stressful footsteps.

Sawada Tsunayoshi turned around, and the young man with long silver-white hair looked at him sharply, with a cold temperament that was very much in line with that of an assassination unit.

He subconsciously commented in his mind: Hmm, I think he is suitable for playing the role of a killer who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, a mature man, and has a large fan market.

Squalo didn't know what he was thinking, "Sawada Tsunayoshi, you know why we are here, right?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled subconsciously: "Want to invite me to the event? You need to make an appointment with my assistant."

"Enough is enough, kid."

Seeing that Squalo was getting impatient, Sawada Tsunayoshi put away his professional smile, sighed, and then complained: "Really, he has no patience at all."

"Then please wait a little longer. I don't have any shows tonight, so I'll have time to see you then."

Squalo: "Aren't you done filming now?"

Just because there was no show in the evening doesn’t mean there will be a show now.

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who loves to play with words, looked around.

"There's no reason to let Boss Varian wait for you, Sawada Tsunayoshi. You're not the boss of the Vongola yet."

"Even though I'm not allowed to wait, I've been waiting for so many times." Sawada Tsunayoshi complained in a low voice.

He sighed: "Can I change my clothes?"

"Don't try to escape halfway." Squalo had just asked Bell, Mammon and others to surround the place.

"I'm not that stupid."

Twenty minutes later, Sawada Tsunayoshi, who had quickly removed his makeup and changed his clothes, was taken away by Squalo.

Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his head and tapped on his cell phone, instructing his assistant on something.

He was wearing clothes sent by the brand: a khaki V-neck knitted cardigan, an ordinary white shirt underneath, and black and gray wide-leg jeans.

As he strode ahead, the members of the assassination team surrounding him looked like hired bodyguards.

Bell crossed his arms: "The prince feels that his worth has been reduced."

"Maybe you can ask him for some bodyguard money."

Bell's silver knife swung over and hit Mammon the moment it stabbed Mammon, and Mammon turned into smoke and dissipated.

Mammon: "Medical loss expenses."

Bell threw a bank card over, and this time Mammon didn't dodge it and happily put the bank card away.

After playing with Mammon for a while, Bell looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi with malicious intent, and he was ready to make a move.

He moved his fingers and several knives flew out.

Sawada Tsunayoshi dodged it easily. Before Bell could control the knife back, Sawada Tsunayoshi raised one hand and grabbed the piano wire tied to the knife. He complained: "Don't cut my clothes. It will affect the brand image."

The sharp piano wire could not cut Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand, but Bell was pulled forward by a strong force. When he was about to cut the piano wire, Sawada Tsunayoshi let go of his hand neatly, without even turning his head, and grabbed Bell's wrist with one hand.

Bell was dragged by him in confusion and took only two steps before Sawada Tsunayoshi let go of his hand and said, "Stop it. I'm texting my friend."

Bell's hands dropped, his thick bangs blocking his vision.

He really didn't move this time.