Chapter 106: The fierce raccoon climbs onto the bed and attacks the pretty mentor at night.
Have you ever seen the Vongola headquarters at four in the morning?
I have seen him every morning and every evening, and I see him often.
Moonlight streamed in like a tide, flowing through the aged-looking window frames, fragmented by the bars, and spreading across the corridor carpet. The white fur on the raccoon's chest shone in the moonlight.
She took a screenshot in front of the window and made a "V" sign with her paw. She thought the lighting was beautiful. If someone who loves taking screenshots came here, they would be able to take a great photo. Coupled with the beautiful appearance, the product would have a great sales effect. Even zero-spending players like Chaomu would be tempted - it would be unjust for the game not to pay them.
But actions aside, Chaomu wouldn't spend money on such beautiful appearances. Her photos were just so-so, not as bad as taking photos of door locks, but not much better either. Her main feature was a plain, uncomposed, and passable picture.
In the screenshot, only half of the raccoon's head is visible, its tail cocked, its fur sleek and shiny. Looking back at the screenshot, the player's expression becomes serious. He spots a forgotten trash can at the corner of the stairs and scurries over, grabbing [Gun Fragments x2] before returning to his original path, satisfied.
Vongola is still the best. There are really good things in the trash can. The material progress of upgrading the Raccoon Vacuum Cleaner increased rapidly after unlocking the Italian map. She soon collected enough materials to upgrade it to the second level. Click to upgrade.
The upgraded Golden Raccoon vacuum cleaner's cleaning range increased from a two-meter radius to a five-meter radius, and the level of "cursed spirit residue" it could absorb was also raised to level two. Although Chaomu still had no idea what a cursed spirit was, he could just consider it a vacuum cleaner that could exorcise demons.
She skillfully carried the vacuum cleaner and ran along the wall through the corridor, her paw pads landing silently on the ground - among all the night activities, her stealth skill was the fastest to upgrade, and it had already reached level 8. Reborn's evaluation was that "after improving skills like shooting, she can directly become a ranked killer."
Chaomu felt that being a killer sounded a bit miserable, and he was not very interested in it. He just thought that if there were tasks in the future, he could consider taking a few orders to achieve achievements. If the ranking rewards were rich, it would not be a bad idea to work harder.
For her, rummaging through trash cans and exploring maps is still more fun... From the early stages of the game until now, she's successfully transitioned from a highly active player who strives hard in every aspect to a casual player who occasionally lets up. Rather than grinding all over the place, it's better to focus on the areas that interest her.
The footsteps of patrolmen seemed to be heard in the distance. Chaomu hid behind a decorative vase, waiting for them to pass before nimbly scurried out. A gray shadow, like an arrow from a bow, passed through the long corridor in the dark night.
When she passed by the kitchen, she went in with familiarity and snatched away the short ribs prepared by the chef on duty for supper. The chefs on duty seemed to have become accustomed to the disappearance of supper these days, and even made an extra portion and left it outside.
Perhaps it was something his senior brother had told him… Chaomu had a feeling that Sawada Tsunayoshi had anticipated her night outing. His intuition was always eerily accurate, and it wasn't hard to guess that she wouldn't just stay asleep. So, it made sense that he'd been prepared.
"... He keeps saying things like 'I want to be a good senior brother' and 'Just leave everything to you, senior brother'..."
The road to the chief's bedroom was heavily guarded. The little raccoon hid behind the doorpost and peeked out, complaining in his heart with dissatisfaction.
He wouldn't even let me touch the trash can. How can he be called a good senior brother? How stingy.
However, considering that her senior brother was actually a pretty nice person (it was definitely not because she was too vigilant and was a little worried about something going wrong), Chaomu pinched her chin with her claws and thought for a while, and finally decided to take a detour to see if the trash can on Reborn teacher's side was easy to touch.
It was obviously not possible to just go there directly. She needed to do some preliminary preparation.
The raccoon ring in his backpack lit up with a rain-attribute flame, indicating a good amount of stored energy. The little raccoon huddled in the shadows, the ring pinched between his paws. With a flip of his other paw, a box appeared in its center.
"What's that like... opening the box." She imitated the action she had seen Yamamoto do before, and pressed the ring on the box with a snap. "Come out, Pika... Kojiro!"
The air around her became moist in an instant, and a swift burning with blue flames landed lightly on her head and pecked the raccoon's triangular ears affectionately.
【Box Weapon·Swift·Kojiro】
This seemingly petite and well-behaved little fellow seemed to be Yamamoto's combat partner. It could fly very fast, rain rain in a range to extinguish the enemy's flames, and seemed to be able to transform... However, these functions could not be used for the time being. Chaomu mainly hoped that it could complete the reconnaissance work.
"Go, good boy, as usual," she released the swifts, chirping to the fluttering swallows, "Report the locations of all the Guardians' rooms... Yamamoto-kun's isn't necessary. Pay special attention to Reborn's location, and the martial law points... Hmm? Can't remember so much?"
Her request was a bit too much, and Swift pecked her forehead in silent protest.
"Okay, okay... then I'll go check on Reborn first." The raccoon covered his head and reluctantly gave in. "When you come back from exploring, I'll catch some fruit flies and beetles for your snack."
Only then was Kojiro satisfied, and he flew out happily, disappearing into the dim corridor with a whoosh.
Five minutes later, Feiyan returned, landed on the raccoon's head, and chirped softly to report.
"Hmm, so Reborn-sensei is sleeping after all... There's no mechanism, and no one is guarding it."
Isn't this just seducing her?
He rubs his paws every morning and evening, eager to try.
It seems that Teacher Reborn is different from his senior brother and has no worries about his own safety - so today she will open her teacher's eyes and let him know that if he doesn't protect the trash can in his room well, it will definitely be invaded by raccoons!
She tiptoed to an intersection of the secret passage specially provided by Teacher R, followed the winding passage, passed through the secret door, and entered Reborn's room.
The room of this number one killer is quite different from the minimalist, abstinent and cold killer decoration that Chao Mu knew (such as her neighbor Mr. Kurosawa). The decoration inside the room is similar to the decoration style of the Vongola headquarters. The pear wood furniture has elegant patterns and a simple and atmospheric matte glow under the moonlight.
In the stillness of the night, the loudest movement in the room was the velvet curtains, swaying gently in the Sicilian night breeze like a skirt swaying on a dance floor. But Chaomu wasn't drawn to them—her eyes instinctively followed the moonlight and landed on the bed.
The pale, ivory-textured chest was vaguely hidden under the black silk nightgown, and it was dazzlingly white even in the dim light.
The tutor, who usually wore a suit and tie, lay on the bed on her side, like a carefully carved marble statue - the dark nightgown hanging on her bed looked like some kind of decoration to highlight the muscular sculpture, and the side-lying posture made her waistline look sharp and elegant.
But what attracted Chaomu was not only his attractive masculinity but also his expression.
Moonlight streamed through thick eyelashes, reflecting a cold, inorganic light on the surface of the black-haired man's irises. His eyelashes didn't even flutter, his breathing was long and slow, his eyes half-lidded, staring into the void with deep, dark eyes.
The moment she noticed his eyes were open, the raccoon stood at attention with its tail between its legs, practically bowing profusely and saying, "Red Bean Paste Private Marseille." But Reborn actually didn't react to her presence at all, his eyes fixed on nowhere.
...This guy actually sleeps with his eyes open...Is this a passive defense mechanism of a top killer?
In addition to being shocked, Chaomu couldn't help but click a screenshot - after all, this picture is indeed beautiful, enough to be listed in the top three exquisite CGs in the game.
Incidentally, several of her top ten photos are of men sleeping... Why does she take so many pictures of men sleeping? Is she always dealing with sleeping men?
Oh, there are quite a few people coming out of the bath.
This inconsequential thought flashed past her, and the little raccoon's attention returned to the teacher in front of her. She cautiously and tentatively waved her paw in front of his eyes, but he remained indifferent, breathing steadily and not blinking.
He probably really hasn't woken up yet.
Analyze rigorously morning and evening.
After all, if he were awake, she would probably be kicked into the wall and used as a mural if she hung around in front of him like this.
However, fortune and wealth are achieved through risk, and high-risk jobs like rummaging through trash cans always involve some risks. It is easier to rummage through Reborn's trash can than Gin's. After all, the former will probably just give her a beating because she is his student, while the latter really wants to make her happy, open her heart, or open her mind.
Dangerous work required exquisite skill. She tiptoed around the bed, her paws pressing against the carpet as lightly as if she were stepping on clouds. Her stealth level 8 passive skill allowed the raccoon's shadow to blend seamlessly into the darkness. In an instant, she leaped across the ground and pounced on the trash can under the desk.
I'm almost there... Reborn-sensei! Countless skills! Right before my eyes! As long as I reach that place—
"…amazing stealth skills."
Before her claws could reach the edge of the trash can, two cool fingers had already precisely grasped the back of her neck and pulled her back. The young man's voice was clear, yet with a hint of lazy huskyness: "As amazing as your stealth skills are... you never remember the pain, miss?"
Chaomu: “……!!!”
She shuddered, and before she could come to her senses, she heard the tutor sigh above her, her warm breath brushing against her ear. "You actually snuck into the tutor's room in the middle of the night. It seems today's targeted education hasn't created any muscle memory in your body, so much so that you still want to ask me for... extracurricular tutoring."
"That's not the case... isn't it?"
Speaking of tutoring, even though she had always set the pain level very low, Chaomu still felt a phantom pain in her body - although it didn't hurt physically, being beaten like this every day made it really hard for her to forget the memory of being used as a mochi hammer.
She was being carried and suspended in the air. Her four claws kicked weakly to the side twice, and she tentatively meowed at him with an innocent look. "I don't want to ask the teacher for tutoring. I just think you've been teaching hard these past few days, so I wanted to come and see how your sleep is. Do you need an extra blanket? You look cold dressed like this, right? Let me cover you with a blanket."
The raccoon's nonsense was so sincere that Reborn didn't get angry. He just raised the corner of his mouth: "Oh? Then I should thank you?"
Chaomu remained calm and said, "No need to say thank you. It's my duty to care about the teacher."
"Is that so?"
The young-looking tutor seemed easy to talk to, as if she had already persuaded him.
If she wasn't very familiar with him, Chaomu might have thought that the matter was over - but now she would only silently and vigilantly tuck her tail between her legs, secretly observing the timing and direction of the escape: Are you kidding me, Reborn is so petty, how could he let her go?
Sure enough, the next second, Reborn had drawn his gun and slowly pressed it against her round belly.
"As a generous mentor... having such a caring student, I naturally owe you the favor and let you train well." The cold barrel of the gun prodded her lower abdomen as he spoke steadily, "I can let you run for a while."
…She knew this would happen.
"...How long is a while?" Chaomu asked without hope. He was placed on the bed sheet and made a running gesture. "It would be better if I could run out of your room first... Ugh!"
While she was trying to struggle a little, Reborn had already changed the magazine and moved the muzzle of the gun to her forehead, saying with a half-smile: "That depends on your ability, Miss... Three, One."
"Where's Two? Did you eat Two?!"
The moment the gunshot rang out, Chaomu, who was running towards the bed like a wild dog, had only one thought in her mind:... Fortunately, she had made a plan for possible accidents before taking action, and chose to take action after four o'clock to facilitate the accident and reload the game.
Huh? Was she already expecting Reborn to kill her in her bed?
That's fine, that high-end pillow looks like it would be suitable as a tombstone.
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The author has something to say: Mr. R, who was able to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, now loaded himself with a special bullet: Go sit at the same table with your stupid senior brother.
After a long day, I feel like a ghost sitting in front of the computer. I plan to go to bed on time today, so I should be able to return to my normal routine in one fell swoop (hopefully)
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