Second Dad

Chuuya Nakahara's hand trembled slightly as he held the test report, his breathing becoming rapid. He closed his eyes in despair, "Little girl, what's with that 100%?"

The little girl feigned surprise, her clumsy acting so fake it hurt the eyes: "What? Xiao Luo and her dad's paternity test results are 100%?"

Yay! Little Luo is Daddy's biological child!

Mori Ougai, standing to the side, felt curious and confused. He had already seen the test report beforehand. What was 100% about it?

The man leaned closer to look at the report in Nakahara Chuuya's hand, but Nakahara Chuuya resigned himself to handing it over.

“Chief,” the young man said, bowing his head shyly, “I heard you used to be a doctor? Then I’ll leave Xiao Luo’s biological care to you as well.”

Mori Ougai stared at the test report, speechless for a long time.

The technique is so naive it's almost unbelievable; the signs of smearing are immediately obvious.

These are not the main points; he could also explain it away by saying that the girl hadn't specifically studied these things before and was simply innocent.

But no two leaves are exactly alike, just as no two people are exactly alike.

Isn't this something we're taught from a young age?! Didn't you grow up in an experimental facility?!

100%... Tell me who your biology teacher was.

Who taught you that only 100% of your relationship is that of a father and daughter?!

As a medical graduate, Mori Ōgai suffered a major setback in his professional field.

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Placed back on the chair, with her familiar homework spread out in front of her, Xiao Luo looked a little confused.

Struggling to jump down, she tried to reason with her father, "Dad, I've already finished this homework."

"It's all wrong. Rewrite it." Chuuya Nakahara's voice was cold and ruthless.

The little girl pouted and frowned unhappily. "Daddy, how could you say that about Xiao Luo's homework? Xiao Luo is very smart, and she's sure she can get 100 points on her homework too. Daddy, Xiao Luo is a kindergarten graduate!"

After thinking for a moment, the child had an epiphany and coaxed, "Daddy, be good, are you bored by yourself? Xiao Luo will teach you to recognize numbers."

Hearing the words the children used to comfort the mentally challenged, Chuuya Nakahara couldn't help but clench his fist.

That brat! She really is his daughter.

The young man had a dark expression on his face. This guy had absolutely no respect for his father!

Seeing the interaction between the father and daughter, Mori Ougai smiled helplessly and tried to smooth things over. He placed Xiao Luo's homework on his desk, ready to take a look at the child's work.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Luo looked down on Chuuya because of his educational background and refused to correct his mistake.

Mori Ougai, finding the situation both amusing and exasperating, picked up the child's homework.

Then, look at the answers: kicking an old lady, using a passerby as a shield, and ganging up on a pregnant woman.

Mori Ougai gave a polite smile and said dryly, "Ahaha, little girl... is quite suitable for the mafia."

“Boss, sometimes it’s okay to shut up when you have nothing to say.” Nakahara Chuuya sighed and pressed down on the brim of his hat.

"Oh." Mori Ougai obediently stopped talking.

Finally, under the oppressive force of gravity, the little girl was forced to obediently sit down amidst the red glow.

"Uncle Chief, Dad said you're a college student? Is that true?"

The child asked Mori Ōgai with curiosity.

undergrad……

What a youthful and energetic title! Being called that makes me feel like I'm out of character if I respond.

Mori Ougai was a little dazed. How long had it been since he'd been called that? Did he realize that attending the University of Tokyo had actually been somewhat useful?

For a moment, Mori Ougai felt a sense of loss and suddenly felt much younger. He smiled and began to teach the children, "Little girl, although what you think is right, you can't write it like that."

Because humans are emotional, social animals, we have evolved human ethics and morality over millions of years. However, to thrive in this society, we often need a suitable facade. Therefore, we are often unable to express our true thoughts…

Nakahara Chuuya, who was standing nearby, felt increasingly uneasy as he listened.

"Xiao Luo, look at the first question, it's about the old lady on your usual route."

If you encounter an elderly woman lying on the street, she might be someone with malicious intentions who wants to do something bad to you.

"Human trafficker!" The little girl excitedly raised her hand as she listened attentively to the teachings of the formidable leader who had actually graduated from university.

Mori Ōgai was satisfied; the young man was teachable!

“If you are not alone and have others with you, then by helping an elderly person up, you become involved in their karma. If any consequences arise later, you will be held responsible.”

"A staged accident!" the little girl exclaimed loudly, her eyes sparkling.

“That’s right!” Mori Ougai praised. “So ignoring it is the best choice.”

The child looked at the options abcd with distress and said, "But uncle, there's no option to ignore and leave."

"Ahem," Mori Ougai was teaching a child for the first time, especially such an obedient, sensible, and understanding child, who was also a sweet, adorable, and charming little girl.

He wished he could crush a problem into pieces, mix it with his own selfish desires, and stuff it all into the little girl's brain.

"As I said before, we cannot express the truth because humans are masters of deception..."

"Boss!" The workbook in front of him was ruthlessly taken away. Nakahara Chuuya looked at them expressionlessly, "You should teach her math instead."

Although Xiao Luo discriminated against him in every way, the child was right about one thing.

What are you thinking, letting ruthless mafia members teach elementary school students moral education homework?

Mori Ōgai: ...

He gave an awkward laugh and silently shut up.