【ha?】
[Are you sick? Do you have a fever? How high is your temperature? Are you hallucinating? ]
【Where are you? ! ! ! 】
Six question marks and three exclamation marks can be regarded as an act of great concern for his little friend who is gradually becoming mature and strong.
--if it weren't completely contrary to the truth.
Zhu Fu Jingguang just took a look and hung up the phone indifferently, overturning the plan in his mind.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was so skilled that he noticed Morofushi Kagemitsu's little movements when he was trying to stop the fight in a heartbreaking way.
The new dispute caused by him standing on someone's shoulders first echoed in his mind. Listening to words like "Haha, does Gang like to stand on my shoulders too? So did the baby before. It turns out that being taller has its advantages." "What do you mean, you're too short?", Mr. Godfather couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if he had returned to countless quarrelsome summers.
When you are tired, just do whatever you want.
He jumped off Yamamoto Takeshi's shoulder without saying a word - in fact, he chose to jump onto Yamamoto's shoulder because the other person was closer to him - and ran straight into the arms of Morobushi Kagemitsu, who was wondering what he was thinking.
This action scared the young man, and he quickly put away his phone and caught the call steadily.
"you……"
He was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to call the other person.
Is it "Johnny Plus"? "Senior"? Or what?
Probably able to guess what he was hesitating about, Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his little face and smiled at the other party.
"Don't worry about them, their relationship has always been like this." He said casually, "You can call me A-Tsuna like them."
really.
Morofu Jingguang hugged the baby's arms tightly, with a submissive smile on his face, his cat-like eyes slightly curved, looking kind and approachable.
It is the image of a Scottish mother in my memory (crossed out).
The Scottish mother, who had found her place among the group of people, bypassed the two older children who had become childish around the leader and changed her tone skillfully, holding her cub and asking in a low voice.
"Are you hungry, Gang? Is it time to eat something?"
"You didn't eat anything when you were in the hospital, right? How are you now?"
"Oh yeah, what are you eating now? Are you drinking milk?"
As he spoke, the young man prepared to press the cub's belly without any instruction - in his few remaining memories of raising cubs, this was the most effective way to confirm the cub's hunger level - and found that it was indeed not round.
Tsunayoshi Sawada, whose belly was suddenly pressed by someone:!
He almost jumped out of the opponent's arms.
Then he was pushed back again.
Whether he is "Johnny Winger" or "Tsunayoshi Sawada", he is at least an adult. It is impossible for him to be pushed back before he can even jump up.
But now he is not only "Sawada Tsunayoshi", but also a shrunken, weak and helpless human cub.
Therefore, it is not something to be ashamed of if the other party pokes you back with just one finger.
——Thinking like an ostrich, Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his head and met the smiling eyes of Morofushi Kagemitsu.
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at his partners. The two guys who were arguing just now became quiet after the leader was taken away. They glared at each other, and then stood still obediently when the leader noticed them.
"Didn't Tsuna say he wanted to eat sushi?"
Hearing their conversation, Yamamoto Takeshi rolled up his sleeves and handed over the part he had prepared.
Before Morofushi Kagemitsu could figure out how to take it, he found that the silver-haired young man who had been standing far away with a sullen look on his face was already standing behind him, and he took the plate that Yamamoto Takeshi had handed over to him.
Seeing Morofushi Kagemitsu holding Sawada Tsunayoshi and walking towards him, Jigokudera Hayato paused, leaned down slightly and got in front of the brown-haired cub.
"Tenth generation, do you want to eat one first?"
As he spoke, his artist-like hands had already formed a battleship sushi.
"Tenth generation, come on, please open your mouth, ah——"
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked, but it was hard to refuse his friend who was smiling and waiting for him to eat sincerely, so he covered his eyes and opened his mouth in despair.
Looks like a good friend.
All the scenery is thought about.
But such a level of familiarity is by no means something that can be developed overnight - however, if "Johnny Winga" had two such friends around him, he would not be unaware of this.
Even the seniors who were undercover had obtained information about the other party from the instructors after the incident was over.
In the life of another person named Sawada Tsunayoshi, there were never these two dangerous guys.
——If what they found was indeed the life of "Sawada Tsunayoshi".
The black-haired young man lowered his eyes, a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes.
…
Fūya Rei was also in deep thought.
He kept looking at his phone from time to time, and was so absorbed in it that even his colleague Azusa Enomoto couldn't help but glance sideways.
"Mr. Amuro? Mr. Amuro?!"
After waving once again and being ignored by the absent-minded young man, the woman in the shop assistant uniform rested her chin in her hand in worry, "If you feel uncomfortable, how about going home and resting as soon as possible? I can leave the rest of the work to you."
Today is a weekday and there is not much work to do at Café Poirot.
Furuya Rei was about to refuse consciously, but when she thought of the message Hiro had just sent her, she hesitated.
It was this hesitation that gave Azusa Enomoto an opportunity. The weak shop assistant pushed her colleague, who was as big as a black bear (not really), towards the backstage, still muttering to herself.
"Mr. Amuro must be working too hard." She puffed her cheeks and said cutely, "But being too busy is not good either. You have to learn to relax and work in moderation."
Fūya: I don't really understand what it means to have a balance between tension and relaxation. His best record is staying awake for a week straight. Zero: "Ah..."
But since he was treated like this, he did care about what You Xunran said, so he yawned, pretended to be sleepy, and readily accepted the other party's kindness.
"I'm really a little exhausted... Sorry, Miss Azusa, I'll treat you to cake next time."
The woman, who was already somewhat familiar with this good-looking colleague, smiled and joked.
"Really? Then I want to eat Mr. Amuro's special version."
Fūya Rei cooperated and raised his hands in surrender.
"Yes, I know."
"Well~ Although I'm a little embarrassed, who made Mr. Amuro such a good cook?" She teased her colleague, pushed Furuya Rei into the lounge, and considerately closed the door before leaving. "Maybe Mr. Amuro is a good man who has been able to cook since he opened his eyes."
Furiya Rei smiled cooperatively and watched the door close.
His smile faded only when he heard the other person's footsteps fading away.
To be honest, Rei Furuya’s cooking skills have never been very good.
Although it wasn't enough to blow up the kitchen, it was just edible at best... and compared to dishes that required cooking, he was probably better at cooking instant noodles.
In the past, when Lai and Hiro were not at home, he would often sit together with Johnny, who also seemed to be a little bad at cooking, to eat instant noodles.
Then, a Scottish mother who happened to come home early saw it and gave them a righteous iron fist.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
"Yoshi!"
The police officer came to his senses, patted his cheeks with both hands, and changed his clothes.
In fact, what Azusa Enomoto said was just the opposite. He had a rare period of leisure recently. Because 007 almost died suddenly, his boss gave him this "vacation", but he thought that the time was about up. Even if the little detective's parents really said that they didn't care, neither they nor Kudo Shinichi himself wanted the current situation to continue.
As for collecting data, since such a long time has passed, Shiho Miyano must have collected a lot of it - he heard from that damn FBI that the other party even took a pill of APTX-4869 in order to obtain first-hand data, squatting beside her little white mouse to observe every day, and even filled several thick observation diaries.
In short, it is indeed time to pause.
But if you want to pause it, you have to call that guy back to perform a scene in front of the young detective.
Even if his identity will be known to the other party in the end, the innocent and passionate little detective must know the dangers of adults.
Thinking of this, Furuya Rei's mood was indeed much better, so much so that when he went out, he was stared at by Enomoto Azusa for a long time before he left amid the woman's muttering, "After all, even Mr. Amuro would be happy to have a day off."
A light rain started to fall from the sky.
Furutani Rei bought a transparent umbrella at a roadside convenience store and received a reply from his friend Yu Xunran on his phone.
[Where are you? It's raining, do you need me to pick you up? ——zero]
[23, Yoneka-cho, Yoneka-shi, Tokyo—hiro]
This address...
Fūya Rei couldn't help but frown.
If he remembered correctly, the address of the young detective's home should be...
The young man with short dark blond hair pondered for a moment, searched on his phone, and indeed found the address of Kudo Shinji's family.
【2-21, Beika-cho, Beika-shi, Tokyo. 】
Is it a coincidence?
He pondered for a while, put the phone back into his coat, and walked into the rain.
At the Sawada temporary otaku who was not too far away, the adults who were happily (probably) watching TV and chatting in the living room suddenly stopped because of the sudden rain. They used their special skills as mafia/police to rush into the backyard and rescued the quilts and clothes that were drying outside before the raindrops fell.
"Haha, this rain came just in time." Yamamoto Takeshi wiped the rain off his face and laughed, looking at Morobushi Kagemitsu with an inquiring look, "As expected, Mr. Morobushi's skills are also very good... If there is a chance, would you like to spar with me?"
"Sparring?"
The black-haired young man wiped his face as well, recalling the other party's actions when he entered the room, "Is it kendo?"
Yamamoto Takeshi smiled happily.
"Yeah," he said, "or if you want to change to something else?"
Morofushi Kagemitsu had an expression that said, "Please spare me."
Strangely enough, they seemed to have a good affinity with each other - at least Morobushi Kagemitsu felt that he could get along better with this "Mr. Yamamoto" than with the Jigokuji who was secretly eyeing him.
While speaking he suddenly recalled some past events, and looking at the other person gesticulating (not) with excitement, he suddenly spoke.
"Come to think of it..." He said casually, "Does Mr. Yamamoto like playing baseball?"
There was a gleam of light in the young man's blue eyes. He paused and deliberately asked the other person to look sideways.
"The world's number one baseball player... I think I heard Boss talk about you before?"
“Ding Dong——”
Just as he was about to get towels for his friends to wipe the rain, Tsunayoshi Sawada heard a bell.
He hesitated, then jumped to the door.
Since it was an old-fashioned door, he was able to use his weight again, like some smart cat, to hold the doorknob and open it.
Then, he met the eyes of the young man who leaned in.
"Huh?"
The other person made a sound, but judging by his expression, perhaps he himself did not expect that he would make the sound subconsciously.
In other words, the mind has come to a standstill, not thinking of anything, and the only thing left is subconscious reactions.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was also stunned. He didn't expect the other party to appear here.
Then, he smiled softly.
The adults who heard the doorbell also stuck their heads out, and one of them saw who was coming and made a sound in surprise.
"...zero?"
Morofu Jingguang called his childhood friend.
The blond-haired, dark-skinned young man looked in shock at the small Johnny English trumpet hanging on the door handle, and then looked at his childhood friend in shock.
This was repeated many times before I confirmed that it was actually true.
"Hiro..." After a long while, he frowned solemnly, looking at the young child with a disapproving expression on his face, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the cub lying on the door handle, with his legs dangling a little bit. After a long while, he looked at the young child sternly, "You know that using other people's genes for cloning is illegal, right?"
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