God knows how Sawada Tsunayoshi kept his expression when he heard the name "Reborn".
Fortunately, he had already noticed A who was observing him stealthily, so even though his body stiffened subconsciously when he suddenly heard Reborn's name, at least he didn't spit out his tea.
The Godfather muttered that the tea that was about to enter his mouth was too hot, just enough to cover up his slight mistake, and then he looked up at the man standing in front of him in a daze.
"Reborn...teacher?"
The brown-haired boy blinked his eyes, which seemed to be filled with honey. "Who are you looking for?"
The last time I called Reborn "Reborn teacher" was the last time.
Because of Reborn's body shape and the inexplicable weirdness of his teenage years, Sawada Tsunayoshi rarely addresses him in such a serious manner.
Most of the time, Reborn, who accompanies him almost 24 hours a day, is more like a brother than the traditional image of a stern teacher.
To be honest, that was a feeling that Tsunayoshi Sawada had never experienced before.
Because he was a good-for-nothing who couldn't do anything well, Tsunayoshi Sawada had few friends before he met Reborn.
So after leaving home and leaving my mother, I am always alone.
One goes out, one goes to school, one becomes bald in the classroom because of a difficult question that he can't understand, and one is bullied by senior students.
As a single person, Tsunayoshi Sawada originally thought that he had already adapted to this kind of life.
But after Reborn arrived, he found that this was not the case.
It turns out that having friends is such a joy. He spent summer after summer with his friends, going to festivals and temple fairs together, fighting side by side, and even making an appointment to watch fireworks together.
So the weak and frail Sawada Tsunayoshi can also become strong for his friends.
Friends, like the Vongola, are the most important things in Tsunayoshi Sawada's life.
Whether it's friends or Vongola, they were all brought by Reborn.
Tsunayoshi Sawada closed his eyes and tilted his head to look at the man opposite him.
"As far as I know, there is no one named [Reborn] here."
No, actually, it was a very strange thing that someone could run into the port building that was gradually becoming a local tyrant in Yokohama, grab the leader's newly recognized brother and shout his pen name to sign it.
If Sawada Tsunayoshi is in his normal state, then any defensive expression he shows is fine.
But he is not.
It seems that Sawada Tsunayoshi has returned to the time several years ago when he had to pretend to be a mentally retarded child. At that time, he was also with Mori Ougai... Help, does Mori Ougai have any special aura?
Just like Dazai's ability is "Disqualification from the Human World", Moriogai's ability may be "Dementia from the Human World".
With mixed thoughts in his mind, Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked.
"But if you don't mind, uncle, I can help you look for it."
——So don’t keep yelling at Reborn… He’ll have nightmares, seriously!
Not expecting this reaction, the man holding "Reborn teacher's" masterpiece - the poetry collection that he used as a footrest for the table legs was stunned.
He subconsciously turned around to look in the direction of his boss, but his boss was already standing with Ozaki Kouyo, who was nearby and was about to pick up Sawada Tsunayoshi. They were saying something with a smile on their faces and seemed to have no intention of paying any attention to him.
The man rolled his eyes, considering that many authors and teachers were unwilling to reveal their identities, not to mention that since this young master was here and at home, it was natural that he would have some connection with the mafia, and maybe he was writing secretly without his family's knowledge. So he thought he was being considerate and moved closer, and lowered his voice.
"I see. I was too reckless." He lowered his voice. "It's fine if you don't want to reveal your identity, but since we've met, give me a chance to buy you some coffee."
He implicitly confirmed that the brown-haired boy was "Teacher Reborn".
Sawada Tsunayoshi was silent for a moment. If he didn't know after seeing this man's actions that he was sent by the girl with the girl's haircut (? ) at the back, then he would be a fool.
But he didn't actually know that guy, but he was able to strike up a conversation with Ozaki Koyo - although the latter didn't look very happy and even had a hint of disgust - so he must be of a fairly high status.
So is it a temptation?
No, Mori Owl's temptation wouldn't be so low-level.
He recalled that when he was surrounded by members of the port mafia, some seemingly kind mafia members suddenly talked about some things in the past. That kind of natural and sudden but not abrupt way was what an old fox like Mori Ougai liked.
And now it's like this...
The young man smiled shyly, but complained mercilessly in his heart.
——It was a method that he would not have used even at the age of fourteen.
After all, friendship can easily turn into enmity if you are not careful.
The young man who had made an enemy secretly wrote down the mastermind in the little notebook in his heart. While thinking about how to protect this vest, he prayed that the conversation between the other party and Ozaki Momiji would be forgotten on the spot (hey).
However, things don't always go as planned.
At this moment, some gossip is rapidly circulating in the mobile phones of the seemingly serious port mafia.
[I heard a guy called the crown prince something like teacher? Does anyone know what happened? ]
[Teacher? What kind of teacher? The kind you get at university?]
[Hey, he is indeed the crown prince. Not only is he cute, but I didn't expect him to be so smart.]
[The person above, I think you are implying our Lord Tsuneyoshi. 】
[Tsunayoshi? Is that the name of the crown prince? Mori Tsunayoshi.]
[Probably? This is how Lord Ozaki addresses His Highness Tsunayoshi.]
[As expected of Lord Tsunayoshi! What a lovely name! ! ]
[Hey, this is off topic. Does anyone know who that guy is? We don’t have such a person in the port mafia, right?]
[No, no, of course not. Mr. A brought it in.]
【hiss……】
【ah……】
【This……】
[What's going on? Everyone seems to be hesitant to speak. What's wrong with Mr. A? ]
[It’s Mr. A…]
【That's fine.】
[After all, there is something wrong with that person’s brain (is that something you can say?)]
[Of course you can, but we want to hear more about the Crown Prince.]
【At the frontline personnel. 】
Tsunayoshi Sawada took the man to the nearest empty room. The room, which was temporarily used as a reception room, naturally attracted the attention of the port members who had nothing to do in the building. After a while, when Tsunayoshi Sawada was secretly trying to get words out of the man, a friendly-looking guy came in and poured them drinks.
In front of the man was a cup of tea, which he had not known where it came from, and the color of the tea was hard to describe.
And this cup of Sawada Tsunayoshi...
The Godfather picked up the cup of what looked like milk and took a sip to moisten his throat. He then realized that this was not just an ordinary cup of milk.
This is Wan O milk.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
He looked at the door that had just been closed and felt that the members of the port mafia were really childish.
The very childish (not really) member of the port rushed out, neatly tucked the tea tray under his arm, quickly opened the internal forum of the port mafia with one hand, thought for a moment, and omitted the part where he heard Sawada Tsunayoshi asking questions about how the man knew who "Reborn teacher" was when he entered, and gave a direct conclusion.
[Brothers, I just heard it! It turns out that the Crown Prince is the "Reborn teacher" that man mentioned... As expected of the Crown Prince!!]
【Woo wow wow wow! 】
[As expected of the Emperor's younger brother! ! ]
[…I just wanted to complain, what kind of person is the Crown Prince! ]
…
Having no idea what was happening out of his sight, Sawada Tsunayoshi finally managed to get the man over with.
As he sneaked out of the door, the man named "A" also said goodbye to Ozaki Kouyo and left with a satisfied smile.
Before leaving, the other party smiled at him in a seemingly friendly manner, which made the Godfather, who had his own alarm radar, nervous.
"Why, are you unhappy?" Ozaki Kouyo, who was walking towards him gracefully and calmly, looked at the young man's expression and asked with a little worry.
Sawada Tsunayoshi had no choice but to maintain his expression, shook his head, and acted as if he was weak, pitiful and helpless.
"Mr. Takeshita just said that I can write poetry... Is that true, Sister Hongye?" He raised his head and looked at Ozaki Hongye with confidence.
Ozaki Kouyo: …
How would she know that?
She had only seen the brown-haired boy recently, so how could she know what this kid did in the past and where he came from... It couldn't be that the leader really picked him up from the street.
Thinking of this, the golden Yaksha's knife began to stir again.
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked back blankly and innocently.
"And the gentleman from before," he asked, "who is that?"
Ozaki Koyo calmed down and put the knife back, then followed Sawada Tsunayoshi's gaze to look at A who had just walked away, and thought for a moment.
"He is a kind person who is ready to help us." She covered her lips and narrowed her eyes to answer the young man's questions, "Don't you think that the building of our port mafia is a little crowded?"
Actually not, after all, the buildings of the port mafia are quite tall.
But as the leading mafia, all the manpower, weapons, files, and everything need space to be stored. You also have to consider the compatibility between mafia members who are irritable and prone to accidental shootings. In this way, one building is not enough.
So Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded obediently.
Ozaki Kouyo started to laugh.
However, facing the boy who was like a blank sheet of paper, the female officer of the port mafia did not say anything. Instead, she gently rubbed the boy's head and smiled softly.
"Well, let's not worry about those trivial matters," she said. "Speaking of which, the poetry collection that the editor just mentioned..."
"Ah, this, that... I must have recognized the wrong person!" After being flustered for a while, the young man stared and said, "I must have recognized the wrong person!"
…
"Tsk...did you admit your mistake?"
Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help feeling annoyed as he unhappily let go of the brown-haired man who had hurriedly run over to grab him.
Watching the night gradually falling, the King of Sheep frowned as he had not received any call from that troublesome guy today.
He had just been relieved from a heavy workload.
Because I saw a guy with similar build and hair color from a distance, I dropped my work and rushed out.
Only then did I realize that I had recognized the wrong person.
Nakahara Chuuya refused to admit that he might be hallucinating because he was overwhelmed by the heavy workload.
If a certain shiny brown fellow had not given him a street on his own and then walked away, leaving behind a bunch of shabby stalls for him as a newbie, he would still be the free-spirited King of Sheep who had no idea what official duties were, and he would not be so busy and chaotic for this street.
Fortunately, Mr. Lantang was by his side. The black-haired young man, who was not good at running the port mafia but could not escape the worldly world, regained his memory of the past and was able to run a street with ease. Therefore, although it is busy now, Zhongyuan Zhongye is still doing well thanks to his high martial arts level.
The only problem is the guy who said he would keep in touch...
The always free King of Sheep clicked his little hat and looked towards the distant building belonging to the port mafia.
"Contact me quickly." He murmured to himself, "Otherwise..."
He didn't know what he would do.
…
"I wonder if what that guy said is true... Is he really the Crown Prince?"
"Mr. Tsuneyoshi is still young, right? Isn't it too early to write a collection of poems?"
"No, based on my intuition, that... :?, is definitely His Highness Tsunayoshi!"
After the two men, one tall and one short, walked away, someone leaned over and said, taking out a notebook, "The man just now is the editor of this magazine. [Reborn] is one of the authors of this magazine. His representative works are some... poetry collections?"
"Oh, this," the person next to him poked his head out and searched on his phone, then looked up suspiciously, "Why is there no purchase link?"
Another head also came over, and the green dragon on the tattooed arm widened its eyes.
"This is it! It can only be bought as a gift by buying something from another guy named Homer or Rimbaud."
"Eh, the sales volume is so low."
"Your Majesty... cough, how can His Highness Tsuneyoshi be so unpresentable." Finally, the team leader in charge of coordinating this area clenched his fist and coughed, "Let us help His Highness solve his problems... Everyone here, buy me 100 copies!!"
"yes!!"
——As Sawada Tsunayoshi was walking away, he suddenly felt a chill on his back and sneezed.
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