Nakahara Chuuya slowly asked a question.
He couldn't help but look at Sawada Tsunayoshi again and again, and the strange expression on his face almost burst out of the sky.
But now was not the time to complain about such things, so the auburn-haired boy just put his hands in his pockets and nodded slightly coldly.
"So, can we go in?" He looked at Shirase, his blue eyes filled with unquestionable majesty.
Shirase bit his lip.
He had to lower his head and responded.
“Of course.” The young man, who was not a shrewd man at all, laughed, “Chuye, you are our leader, so of course you can do whatever you want.”
He seemed to be speaking nonchalantly, but his eyes were fixed on Nakahara Chuuya.
"Although we cannot bring outsiders into the base, Chuuya, you are the leader, so of course this is allowed."
In the past, a young man who was very strong but a little weak in front of insiders would often choose to give up what he originally wanted after hearing such words from him.
Precisely because he is the "leader", he hypocritically says "I can't be willful" and gives up those benefits that are within his grasp.
Shirase felt that he was already familiar enough with Nakahara Chuuya, both in terms of his personality and behavior.
Therefore, when he looked at Nakahara Chuuya, he almost saw his own "victorious" future.
It wouldn't work to just yell like Yuzue did, they had to use a soft rope like this to tie Chuuya firmly to them.
However, unexpectedly, the auburn-haired young man showed a thoughtful expression, and hesitantly glanced at Sawada Tsunayoshi, who did not comment on the matter but looked at him with gentle and encouraging eyes, as if he were really a reliable brother, and secretly made up his mind.
"Well," he said under Shirase's expectant gaze, "It is true. After all, I am your leader, so I still have this privilege."
After saying this, regardless of Shirase's suddenly stiff expression, he naturally grabbed Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand and led him inside.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was originally guessing what decision Nakahara Chuuya would make, also smiled.
"What a great leader," he praised. If it weren't for the wrong time, place, height and body shape, he would have even given the auburn-haired boy a lift. "Chu is also great."
The ochre-haired boy walking beside him was stunned for a moment, then took a big step forward, mumbling something.
But the tips of her ears turned slightly red, and she never let go of Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand.
The two entered the "Sheep" base. To Chuuya Nakahara's surprise, not everyone was as opposed to his behavior as Shirase was.
The older members of the "Sheep" group, who had conflicts of interest, sat far away, looking at Sawada Tsunayoshi with either inquiry or hostility, while the younger ones...
"chuyaa!!"
A child rushed over and landed at Nakahara Chuuya's feet like a little monkey, and started chattering like a little sparrow.
As young children, they were not aware of the open and secret struggles among their brothers. Most of them were children picked up by members of the "Sheep" from outside, and Nakahara Chuuya picked up quite a few of them - after all, he himself was picked up by members of the "Sheep" when Leibo Street was just formed.
Therefore, after becoming the leader, Zhongyuanzhong can be said to have inherited the fine traditions of his "predecessors" and would occasionally pick up some children from outside and bring them back.
Even Shirase could not fault this, because "sheep" originally developed in this way. To deny this behavior is almost to deny the basis of the existence of "sheep".
Because they are sheep and weak creatures, they should stick together and resist powerful enemies together.
Sawada Tsunayoshi silently took a step back.
But after a while, these hiding lambs, who had escaped from somewhere, surrounded Zhongyuan Zhongye so tightly that no one could get out.
The boys were more lively, chattering with Zhongye about their recent experiences; the girls were more gentle, just looking up at their brothers, and some of them were even brave enough to take out wreaths that they had prepared for who knows how long, and put them on the young leader's head when he was unaware.
"Chuuya is a good leader, isn't he?"
Someone stood next to Sawada Tsunayoshi and said this.
Sawada Tsunayoshi retracted his gaze and refused to show the strange smile he had just shown, which was like the smile Verlaine had when he saw him stumbling over and writing his first poem.
He clenched his fist with one hand and coughed, changing his state from good brother mode.
"Of course."
——Even so, the revelation to Chuuya was revealed in the words without reservation.
After saying this, Sawada Tsunayoshi turned his head and looked at the person who was talking to him.
That was also a teenager.
Like the rest of the Sheep, he wore clothes that were not quite right for him, probably inherited from his older companions. From head to toe, the boy was no different from the other Sheep members, except for one thing.
He is in a wheelchair.
Seeing Sawada Tsunayoshi's gaze on him, the boy with short pink hair smiled at him, looking very gentle.
"It is said that this was the injury caused by the explosion on Leibo Street," he explained. "My brother and his friends said it was a testament to our bravery."
The boy looked to be about the same size as Nakahara Chuuya, which meant that five years had passed since he became what he is now.
Perhaps because he saw them talking and laughing here, Nakahara Chuuya finally escaped from the children's pursuit and walked towards them with an unnatural look on his face, pulling his clothes.
Seeing these two people standing together, the young leader was startled for a moment, then he smiled.
"What? Do you already know each other?" He said, standing behind the pink-haired boy very consciously, and introduced him to Sawada Tsunayoshi calmly, "This guy is Anji, and he can be considered as the military advisor of our [Sheep]."
As soon as he said this, the pink-haired boy smiled shyly.
"Military advisor or something..." He showed an embarrassed expression, "I didn't actually do anything..."
Nakahara Chuuya rubbed the shy guy.
"But you've done a good job," he said, using himself as an example to refute, "For example, I can't do what you do, Angie."
"No way, don't joke around."
——Even though he said this, Sawada Tsunayoshi clearly caught a hint of complacency on the pink-haired boy's face, "Indeed, it is so."
Angie said, "If it weren't for Chuuya, I would have died at the hands of the port mafia."
Having said this, he paused and looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi with pure curiosity.
"I just heard Yuuko mention something about the Port Mafia... Could this gentleman be a member of the Port Mafia?"
The pink-haired boy's voice wasn't loud, but after the kids rushed out the door, the sound stood out in the quiet warehouse.
The boys and girls who were originally watching Sawada Tsunayoshi all looked over at him.
What else is there that you don't understand?
Sawada Tsunayoshi withdrew his gaze and sighed silently in his heart.
I originally thought that this child was on Chuuya's side, but it turned out that he was also a black sheep.
So he sighed and smiled shyly.
"The port mafia and the like... are too far away for me." The brown-haired boy said shyly, "I'm just a wandering poet."
…
…
"Wow!!"
——Some of the cubs who had not yet run out of the warehouse heard this, turned their heads and made "wow" sounds in response.
No one would have thought that this guy who seemed to have a good relationship with Nakahara Chuuya was actually... a wandering poet? What is that? Can I eat it?
This was a somewhat distant word for the children in Leibo Street, but the eyes of the children who had read a few books lit up - even if they didn't know what it was, just the word "poet" sounded very impressive.
It turns out that this person is a cultured person!
As the saying goes, the more you lack something, the more you admire it. Although the wandering poet may not sound like anything, it is enough for these little sheep to be impressed.
Some of the Sheep were still in a unilateral cold war because of Shirase's words that Chuuya would leave them, but those who were originally more inclined towards Chuuya had already approached quietly to confirm with their leader.
"Chuuya Chuuya, is what this person said true?"
"What is a wandering poet? I know the word wandering... but can these two things be put together?"
“Can I eat it?”
——Compared to the unknown gang, their leader’s words are more convincing.
Nakahara Chuuya's mood was somewhat complicated.
Since the last time he got the Sheep members back from the port mafia, although these guys didn't say anything, he could still feel that something between them had changed silently.
An invisible barrier once arose between them, which was the reason why Chuuya Nakahara rarely returned to the base during this period and was always hanging out outside.
But now, because of Sawada Tsunayoshi, he subtly felt that there seemed to be... a hole in the partition.
It's very subtle.
Nakahara Chuuya explained to the members of Sheep with mixed feelings. Seeing that he couldn't explain it clearly and his partners didn't seem to understand, an idea suddenly came to his mind and he took out the poetry collection that had just proven that he was a fan of the book.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: ? ? ! !
etc!!
The brown-haired boy, who was originally watching the show with a smile on his face, stretched out his Erkang hand.
But it was still a step too late.
I saw Nakahara Chuuya took out a collection of poems and slammed it on the table in a bold manner.
“This is Sawada’s masterpiece!”
——The word "masterpiece", together with "read to the doctor", are the terms used by intellectuals that Chuuya Nakahara has recently learned.
As expected, after seeing the thin booklet, the young men of Sheep looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi with admiration.
Seeing this, Nakahara Chuuya coughed and couldn't help but blow loudly.
Under the King of Sheep's passionate recommendation, some people's original intention to say "Isn't this a gift for that incomprehensible book you bought, Chuuya?" was also forced to shut up.
Judging from the appearance of this book, maybe that book is the bonus.
Bar.
As Tsunayoshi Sawada looked at the delighted Chuuya Nakahara, he felt that he had probably built a Vongola castle under his feet.
It's okay, Tsunayoshi Sawada, you are already a mature adult.
And Chuuya... Chuuya is still a five-year-old child, so just be more tolerant of him.
Thinking of this, he pressed his brow in distress.
An unfamiliar head wearing glasses appeared in front of him.
"Mr. Sawada!" the boy said with admiration, "You are so great, can you teach me how to write poetry too?!"
…
Sawada Tsunayoshi curled the corners of his mouth.
He looked to the side, and Nakahara Chuuya, knowing that he was weak, turned his head and whistled at the empty warehouse.
Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that he no longer needed to be tolerant.
According to the "age" of this world, he is still a five-year-old child... About the same age as Chuuya!
So the Godfather coughed lightly and looked at the ochre-haired boy with a gentle gaze.
“It’s not impossible, but why don’t you go find Chuuya?”
he asked.
The young people looked at each other and repeated hesitantly.
“Chuuya…?”
"Does Chuuya know how to write poetry?"
"That's impossible. I can write poetry while standing upside down and eating shit."
Even Nakahara Chuuya himself looked over in surprise.
Sawada Tsunayoshi suppressed his laughter, thinking back to the words surrounding the other person when he floated up and rubbed his head just now, and he retaliated back at this time with a petty mind.
"In the polluted sorrow, today the first snow falls." The brown-haired boy lowered his eyes and whispered the poetic words in a low voice, slowly looking at Nakahara Chuuya who was not far away, "In the polluted sorrow, today the breeze blows to the ground..."
Nakahara Chuuya's blue eyes flickered.
He had clearly never heard such a sentence before, but when Sawada Tsunayoshi whispered it, he felt his mind wavering and couldn't help but continue with the sentence.
"The polluted sorrow fantasizes about death in its weariness."
Sawada Tsunayoshi suddenly clapped his hands, interrupting the boy, who had a bad look and words, and smiled with a look of success.
"Look! This is the poem written by Chuuya!" He praised, "Compared to my ordinary self, it's much more amazing!"
Although the ignorant teenagers didn't understand what was said, it sounded very impressive to them. Moreover, this person was not someone else but their leader, so they all started to boast about it.
"As expected of Chuuya!"
"You're so awesome, Chuuya!!"
"Please teach us, Chuuya—"
"Chuya... Chuya, can I eat shit without standing upside down?"
The boys and girls burst into laughter.
It had been a long time since Nakahara Chuuya had felt such a relaxed atmosphere among the "Sheep", so he was at a loss as to what to do and let his companions flatter him. By the time he came to his senses, he had been praised by his companions as a figure like the Star of Literature, the future light of the Japanese poetry world.
Nakahara Chuuya was extremely puzzled, his pupils trembled. By the time he reacted, the lambs with super mobility had already recorded his response to Sawada Tsunayoshi and quickly went out to prepare leaflets, which they would make sure to let everyone in Leibo Street know about today.
Nakahara Chuuya: “Hey you guys!!”
Sawada Tsunayoshi laughed and put his arm around the boy's shoulders, smiling affectionately.
"That's great, Chuuya." Thinking that when Verlaine came and saw Chuuya's talent, he would no longer force himself to continue writing poetry, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but shed tears of excitement. He continued to praise, "Chuuya will definitely become the future light of the Japanese literary world!"
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