Chapter 140 Everything will end tomorrow
Douma patiently played with Yumeno Hisasaku for a while, and waited for Nakajima Atsushi to finish his homework for the day before he hurriedly sent them both to bed: "It's late, go back to bed, or you won't grow taller, be careful not to end up as tall as your brother Chuuya in the future."
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The vivid metaphor made Yumeno Hisasaku giggle, and he completely forgot that his height was much shorter than that of his peers. He was less than 1.3 meters tall at the age of ten. Compared with Nakajima Atsushi, he was the one who was more likely to be caught.
Perhaps because he laughed too hard, the strange doll born with supernatural powers that Yumeno Hisasaku had been inseparable from since childhood accidentally fell from his arms.
Seeing that the doll was about to fall to the ground, Nakajima Atsushi quickly picked it up, and then skillfully stuffed it back into Yumeno Hisasaku's arms. The whole set of movements was as smooth as flowing water, and it was obvious that he had done this more than once or twice.
Yumeno Hisasaku hugged the doll tightly, turned his head and said sweetly to Nakajima Atsushi, "Thank you, Atsushi."
"?" Nakajima Atsushi was stunned for a moment, and after a while he seemed to react and replied: "No... You're welcome."
Yumeno Hisasaku's attitude was different from usual, and Nakajima Atsushi once thought that this little devil had a fever and was confused, but when he caught a glimpse of Mr. Douma's relieved face out of the corner of his eye, he immediately understood everything.
Sure enough, the little devil is still the little devil, and has not mutated into an angel overnight. Nakajima Atsushi, who has a talent for making sarcastic remarks and is expected to become the new generation of sarcastic remarks in the port mafia in the future, thinks so.
However, even though he saw through Yumeno Hisasaku's double-dealing behavior, Nakajima Atsushi did not feel angry. He even felt a little happy in his heart, because no matter what, Hisasaku was willing to call him Brother Atsushi. This was the first time!
Nakajima Atsushi, who is usually not very good at expressing himself, was so excited that he took the initiative to hold the hand of his devil brother. After all, he is his own brother. Even if he is not a kind little angel but a bad-hearted little devil, Nakajima Atsushi thinks that his little Kusaku is extremely cute.
Unprepared for the moment, he was successfully ambushed by Nakajima Atsushi. Yumeno Hisasaku resisted the urge to reveal his true identity in front of Douma. He just frantically pulled back from an angle where adults couldn't see, trying to free his hand from his annoying brother.
Unfortunately, Yumeno Hisasaku's idea was doomed to fail. Not to mention the insurmountable five-year age difference between the two of them, the talent of long-range crowd control of fragile mages and close combat blood bull warriors is there. Dun Ge is your Dun Ge, and all resistance is futile. (bushi)
The fights between the two children were seen by Douma, an adult with a height advantage. It was just like when they were students, the students sitting below always thought that the teacher on the podium couldn't see their little movements, but in fact the teacher saw it clearly, but just didn't bother with them.
Douma only had one thing to say to them: "Atsushi, when you play, remember to be careful with your strength and don't hurt Hisasaku."
Douma's sudden voice made the two secretly competitive children stunned for a moment.
Nakajima Atsushi's personality is quite sensitive, and he reacted very quickly. His originally rosy face turned a little pale, and he was a little hesitant as to whether to let go, after all, Douma, the guardian, had already spoken.
On the other hand, Yumeno Hisasaku, the white-cut black sesame dumpling who is always looking for trouble in the world, is just the opposite. He puffs out his little chest like a victorious rooster, but before he can be happy for a while because Douma is standing on his side, he hears the devilish voice of his parents above his head.
"Your brother Dazai hasn't been at the headquarters recently. If Hisasaku wants to do something bad, you'll probably suffer a lot." As he said this, Douma also rubbed Nakajima Atsushi's head in an equal manner.
After several years of careful care by the port mafia, Nakajima Atsushi's hair is no longer as dry and frizzy as it was when he lived in the orphanage. The soft and smooth hair feels great to slip through his fingers.
Having been an orphan since childhood, Nakajima Atsushi has very low resistance to intimate gestures from his parents. After being patted on the head by Douma, his face, which had turned pale due to misunderstanding, immediately turned rosy again.
If Yumeno Hisasaku hadn't been watching him right next to him, Nakajima Atsushi would have probably turned into a sticky little tiger and rubbed against him. After all, a big cat is still a cat.
Now Nakajima Atsushi has a heavy burden of being an older brother, and he can't do such childish things in front of his beloved younger brother. Unfortunately, the jealous younger brother, Yumeno Hisasaku, was not moved at all, but was so angry that he just wanted to hit him.
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"Kusaku would never use [Brain Hell] on Atsushi." Yumeno Hisaku jumped to his feet and loudly defended himself. His chubby cheeks were puffed up and his small body was like a jumping bean. He wanted to attract the two people who were interacting with him warmly but didn't include him. In his haste, he even forgot to call Atsushi brother and instead used his usual name for him.
Nakajima Atsushi, who was demoted to Atsushi again, had a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but his optimistic nature quickly cheered him up. At first, Hisaku only called him by his full name, but now he calls him Atsushi. As long as he continues to work hard to be nice to Hisaku, sooner or later Hisaku will always call him Brother Atsushi. Fist.jpg
Douma stopped what he was doing, and looked at Yumeno Hisasaku who was jumping around him, holding back his laughter, and deliberately questioned, "Really? I don't believe it."
"Really, really, really." Yumeno Hisaku nodded like a repeater, as if he was afraid that Douma wouldn't believe him. He raised his voice in a baby voice, "Husaku is a very good boy. He won't hurt his family."
Hmm... As for the minor bullying in daily life? What? He is the younger brother, isn't it normal for the younger brother to play a little joke with the older brother? Thinking of this, Yumeno Hisasaku once again straightened his chest, and there was not a trace of guilt in his non-mainstream round and starry eyes, which moved Nakajima Atsushi to tears.
Unlike Nakajima Atsushi who believed everything about Yumeno Hisasaku, Douma, who had been raising children for many years, had guessed what Yumeno Hisasaku had not said. He chuckled helplessly, bent down and tapped Yumeno Hisasaku's eyebrows, and asked jokingly: "Then our super good Hisasaku, can you please stop bullying your brother Atsushi?"
"..." Yumeno Hisaku's originally unconvinced little voice immediately stopped, and after stammering a few times, he suddenly lost his memory and squeezed into the adult's arms, tightly wrapped around Douma's waist, rubbed his chubby cheeks to please him, and said softly and coquettishly: "Hisaku didn't bully Atsushi."
Nakajima Atsushi, who is bullied by his younger brother every day, smiled good-naturedly and helped to explain: "Yes, Hisaku has never bullied me."
Douma didn't expose the two of them, but patted them on the back and said with a smile: "Okay, it's already late, if you don't sleep now, you really won't grow taller."
Height is always the thing that boys care about most, no doubt about it.
Whether it was Nakajima Atsushi, who was about the same height as his peers, or Yumeno Hisasaku, who was already shorter in height, their pain points were successfully touched. They all said good night to Douma and then hurriedly ran back to the bedroom to sleep.
It is worth mentioning that, whether he forgot or for some other reason, Yumeno Hisasaku obediently let Nakajima Atsushi hold his hand when he left, and did not struggle wildly anymore.
Since ancient times, people have naturally overcome arrogance, and sincerity is always their ultimate weapon. (bushi)
Douma smiled and watched the two brats leave until their backs completely disappeared from his sight. Then he turned back to the office and dialed the internal line, instructing his subordinates to make sure to obtain admission to the auction that the Karasuma family would hold soon.
He is determined to get the Golden House, and no one can compete with him for it!
Soon, this piece of news, not too big or too small, reached the ears of the leader's secretary Sen Ouwai.
However, no matter how Mori Ogai looked, he could not find anything special about such a small auction that could attract Douma's attention. It seemed so ordinary that it was not much different from any other auction.
Mori Ogai went through the list of participants, the list of auction items, and even various intelligence about the organizer, the Karasuma Foundation, but still couldn't find any useful information. In the end, he could only put the matter aside for the time being because he was really too busy recently. (Important things should be said three times)
Ever since Douma told him to be prepared to take over the Black Organization that day, Mori Ogai was kicked out of his original leader's office by Douma without any warning, and was given a small dark room (marked out) office just for him in the corner of the top floor.
Having an independent office has both advantages and disadvantages for Mori Guai, but no matter what Mori Guai thinks in his heart, in actual action he can only choose to obey Douma's arrangements and move out of the leader's office with the documents on his desk that seem to never be finished.
At this increasingly tiring time, the busy Mori Ogai couldn't help but miss the person he trusted most in the Port Mafia, Nakahara Chuuya, who was considered the top worker in the Port Mafia. He needed Chuuya so much! Of course, if it really didn't work out, his traitor would also do. He would not be picky about anyone who came to help him.
While Mori Ougai was fantasizing about who could share his endless work with him, he signed the document he had just read without complaint, and then immediately opened the next document, living like a pathetic perpetual motion machine.
It is impossible for someone to be bald, and it is even more impossible for someone to die suddenly.
007 only needs a little blood as energy supply, and he can always be "happy" with Mori Ogai, who has become a cannibal. There is no need to worry about his physical and mental safety.
The extent of his kryptonian life shocked the members of the Port Mafia, especially those fanatical believers who thought they were willing to sacrifice their lives for Lord Douma (crossed out). The subordinates: There is no comparison, in terms of kryptonian life, they lost.
Perhaps only Gin, who is about to arrive at the battlefield, has a hope of fighting against Moriogai, after all, none of them are human.
Gin, who was carrying everyone's expectations (bushi), was issuing orders one by one in an orderly manner, and notifying the code-named senior executives of the winery one by one in the name of the boss, and inviting everyone to the closing stage he had reserved.
It has to be said that the connection between the upper and lower levels of the Black Organization is loose, and there are not many connections between the top leaders of the organization. Only fixed partners will often communicate with each other, which greatly facilitates Gin's manipulation.
It's not just Gin who has trouble sleeping tonight as his plan is about to begin. Undercover agents from all sides who are also planning to close the net are also busy contacting people. Among them, the Japanese public security forces operating on their own territory have the best timing, location and people.
After Amuro Toru arranged the schedule for tomorrow, he sat on the terrace with Haro in his arms, looking at the stars. His eyes were deep and seemed to have a burning flame: "Tomorrow, tomorrow everything will be over."
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