Chapter 90 Academic Research on the Difference in Muscle Sensitivity between Rain Guardians and Cloud Guardians...
Thinking of the wonderful observation point of recording and comparing the physical data of the guardians, Chaomu suddenly became excited.
——Her topic is so brilliant, and her approach is so amazing. If she submits it to Teacher Reborn, wouldn't the teacher praise her profusely and reward her with more skills and props?
After all, she had already exceeded the requirements, and she even took the initiative to add homework for herself. Isn't it natural that such a proactive student likes the teacher?
After having the "new mission", Chaomu no longer covered his eyes or hid, allowing the tall black-haired young man to hold him in his arms, observing him carefully with a very inquisitive look and starting to study him.
First of all, there was the arm that was holding her up at the moment - unlike the thinner Yun Que, the arm of "Baseball Idiot" who had been keen on sports for many years was a little thicker, and the muscle lines were full and smooth, showing a light honey color in the morning light.
His arms flexed and stretched with strength and ease, and he walked naturally with the little raccoon in his arms. The light and shadows changed as he moved, and the morning glow came from the side, illuminating the veins and skin texture.
Is the difference in muscle mass due to the amount of exercise done, or the difference in the weapons used?
Chaomu grabbed his forearm and fell into a brief contemplation.
Hibari's weapon is a duckweed crutch, and the way he exerts force seems to be quite different from using a sword or playing baseball... Yamamoto's upper arm muscles are obviously more developed. She tilted her head to look up and tentatively pressed it with the pad of her paw. It was surprisingly elastic... The moment he was poked, his muscles tensed a little, then relaxed and let her poke him randomly.
"Hmm? Miss Mu?"
While Chaomu was observing, Yamamoto was conveniently closing the curtains to block out the light. After all, he wasn't dressed yet, so he needed to consider his appearance.
This was partly the reason why he didn't put the little raccoon in his arms down. After all, fixing her position could at least limit her field of vision... Even he wasn't ready to be naked in front of a girl he liked.
Miss Mu would be shy - that's what he originally thought.
But when he looked down and saw the little raccoon poking his upper arm with curiosity, the black-haired young man blinked in surprise: "Miss Mu, are you... curious about the touch?"
"The sample size isn't quite enough... we need to find a few more control groups." The raccoon looked back at him, his furry face serious, his ears twitching. "It's not just about touch. If possible, I also need to observe the shape of the muscles during exercise—I'd also like to refer to Gokudera-kun's."
She felt like collecting a few more samples would suffice for a full lab report. Gathering seven Guardians would be ideal. Studying movement patterns and muscle distribution could also be a way to improve players' combat prowess, and she felt that was a promising approach.
Chaomu was just about to seriously explain her ideas to Yamamoto and recruit him into the group when she saw the black-haired young man, who had just smiled faintly, frowned slightly, and his amber eyes stared into hers.
"Miss Mu, do you want to see more... of Yusi?" He blinked, then suddenly lifted the raccoon in his arms and lifted her up a little, so that she could sit sideways on his forearm. The raccoon kicked its hind legs at the sudden jolt, but he finally grasped its paw and held it in his arms.
...It's so hot, I feel his body temperature is a little higher than Shen'er's...Is it because he is young and has a hot temper or something?
Being stared at like this, Chaomu rarely felt a little reserved. He retracted his claws, tucked them in front of him, and looked up at him honestly: "I want to see Mukudera-kun's body... Is there anything wrong?"
If the sample range is limited to the guardians of the Vongola family, she has only seen the muscles of Yamamoto Takeshi and Hibari Kyoya. The sample size is still a bit small and not enough to fill the number of words.
Her thinking might be a bit too eccentric for ordinary people, and her incoherent speeches are also confusing - but Yamamoto is not an ordinary person with normal thinking, and he actually understood her meaning perfectly.
Just want to research... then there's no problem.
The intuitive man, with his incredibly quick reflexes, made his decision almost immediately. His handsome face, which had been a bit serious due to a frown, now regained its brightness. "No problem, it's just research after all."
He held the fur ball in one hand and walked to the closet, opened the door casually, pulled out a loose shirt and put it on, covering the curve of his chest with the collar, and bent down to fasten the middle button: "But if you directly say to Mukudera, 'Please take off your clothes so I can see your muscles,' he will probably call you a pervert and blow the roof off your head, okay?"
"Hmm... That's right, Mukudera-kun seems to be the more conservative tsundere type." The honey-colored muscles in front of him were obscured by the cloth. Chaomu thought carefully for a moment and felt that what he said did make sense. "But why is it blown away? Is it because of the hair?"
"Ah, Miss Mu doesn't know? Mukudera is very good at using bombs, and he's nicknamed 'Bomb Hayato'." While she was thinking, Yamamoto had already put on his pants and fastened his belt with great movements, and placed her on a stool. "That's right, you just got here, so you don't know him very well..."
Although Chaomu had already caused quite a bit of trouble in the Vongola and even ransacked the castle, she had only arrived yesterday and was completely clueless about the Vongola situation before that. He had only mentioned Hibari to her before stealing the chip, so she naturally had no idea about the other people's weapons or fighting styles.
"Using bombs frequently? That seems to fit his personality." She added another entry to her [Lan Shou Observation Diary], muttering softly, "No wonder I smelled gunpowder on him earlier..."
As she wrote, Yamamoto buttoned up her shirt. From the second button on the collar to the hem, the bottom two buttons were still unbuttoned, and the mermaid line at her lower abdomen was faintly visible through the white fabric.
As he moved, he added, "Mukudera's personality is indeed a bit like dynamite, isn't it? Someone messed with him before, and he used his melon and a hand of explosives to blow them up without leaving even a bone."
Bomb...
It would be a bit difficult to deal with Yusi if we offend him.
The raccoon's expression grew serious.
After all, although players' reaction speed can barely deal with bullets, bombs are still a bit too advanced for the time being.
"What about the other Guardians..." But thinking of a particularly ingenious research topic, she made a final effort and earnestly consulted one of the Guardians in front of her. "Do you have any recommendations, Yamamoto-kun? Anyone who's easy to get along with...except the Cloud Guardian, but I don't need to recommend that one."
After all, she didn't intend to fall into the trap yet. If she went to Yun Que and said "see what happens to you" now, the result would be more terrible than being killed by a bomb.
"As for the others... it's hard to say." Yamamoto was also stunned by her question and fell into deep thought. "Rambo might cooperate, but he's still a child. If Miss Mu goes to find him, she might be arrested."
"Brother Liao Ping seems to be away from Italy recently, and he has a girlfriend. It would be inconvenient for Miss Mu to ask. Among the Guardians of the Mist, Miss Chrom has also been elusive lately, and Rokudo Mukuro is even harder to find..."
After all the calculations, it turned out that the only one who was willing to cooperate with her was Yamamoto himself. If Sawada Tsunayoshi was included, he would actually have to be excluded - after all, before getting close to his senior brother, Asami might be blown away by the pervert Gokudera.
...The Guardian sounds really troublesome.
Chaomu was so discouraged by what he said.
In fact, after one person was missing, her idea of gathering seven people for this study had been largely abandoned. She began to wonder if she should use someone else as a sample. Was Hagiwara-kun difficult to talk to, or were Shi'er's muscles not strong enough? If she expanded the scope, there would probably be a lot of people willing to cooperate with her. She could even press Moroboshi's breasts to study her, and even collect data by night visits when Gin or Black Face were asleep.
But thinking about it carefully, not only did the scope of the change go beyond the topic of "Understanding the Guardians", the workload was also too heavy... Although this research was quite interesting, the pain of working in the game and writing a paper in the game was actually the same, so it would be better for her not to make her work more difficult in this regard.
Nothing is difficult in the world as long as you are willing to give up. With Yamamoto's advice, Chaomu quickly convinced himself and calmly gave up this option.
"Then Miss Mu, do you still need to observe my muscles?" The black-haired young man had already put on his suit jacket, but the two buttons on the bottom of his shirt were still unbuttoned.
His tie hung loosely at his collar, the top button undone, his muscles shimmering in the dim light. Before the raccoon could even look up, he leaned over, casting a shadow over her, his smile refreshing. "If you need anything, I can cooperate—can we play baseball together? It might be easier to observe the situation that way?"
Yamamoto-kun is pretty nice.
Although he encountered many stingy NPCs along the way, Chaomu actually got to know several very kind male Bodhisattvas. Among the several foster fathers and good brothers, Yamamoto-kun was undoubtedly a very generous one.
The suit was quite slim-fitting. After the originally sunny and cheerful young man put on the formal suit, his temperament seemed to become dangerous and steady. It was impossible to tell that he would turn into a dog and pounce on you with his tail wagging and his fur licked.
The scar on his jaw moved with his smile. He leaned forward slightly, gazing at her with crooked eyes: "Miss Mu? Do you want to touch it?"
When he leaned over, the arc of his Adam's apple rolling up and down under the loose black tie looked like a secret invitation in the dim light.
"Touch, of course!" If you don't take advantage of an opportunity, you're a bastard. Chaomu is a raccoon, not an iron-shelled turtle, so he will naturally not miss such a good opportunity.
She stood up decisively and stretched out her claws to him. The black-haired young man's eyebrows curved slightly, and he bent down obediently, trying to pick her up: "Okay..."
But his arm missed.
The little raccoon stretched its paw over him and reached for the trash can beside his legs, decisively picking up the ordinary-looking wooden trash can in its arms.
All the weird topics and tasks are just empty talk. After all, the trash can is the most important thing.
"Thank you, Yamamoto-kun." She hugged the trash can tightly, without even looking at him. "I will cherish it and visit it every day."
Takeshi Yamamoto: “…………”
Eh? You mean touch this...?
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The author has something to say: You are really good, natural black (sigh again)
After completing the mission in a few chapters, the raccoon, whose strength has greatly increased, is going to take back the rice flower. Guess which of the following contestants is the happiest.
A. Gin
B.Toru Amuro
C. Everyone except them is probably very happy.
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