Research: Nakahara Chuuya
The Flag Society is a group of very capable youths within the Mafia organization that Chuuya Nakahara has recently come to know, but none of them have special abilities.
The members inside are a group of people with great potential within Mafia, namely, Dumb Bird, Surgeon, Cold-Blooded, Public Relations Officer, and Pianist.
Now, Nakahara Chuuya might be added to the five members of the Flag Society.
"Hey, Chuuya-kun, our Mafia's Mr. Rong has been sticking to you a lot lately. He doesn't even have time to play with us. Is there something going on?" The public relations officer teased Chuuya Nakahara.
“Ha, you kid.” Ah Dai Niao put his arm around Nakahara Chuuya’s shoulder, acting so familiar as if they had been close partners for a long time.
"You didn't tell us when something happened. Do you think you don't consider us brothers?"
Nakahara Chuuya suddenly became like a cooked crab, steam emanating from his body. "You, please don't say nonsense... Rong is my sister whom I have known for a long time. Now she is just a little clingy because we haven't seen each other for a long time."
"Sister? Isn't she that guy's sister?" Leng Xue interrupted with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Ah." Nakahara Chuuya pushed away the dumb bird on his body and rubbed the back of his head out of habit. "Well, I don't know why, but at that time, it was as if I was abandoned by that bastard. Anyway, they were separated at that time."
Several people looked at each other, feeling as if they had heard some incredible gossip. "And then?"
"Then, Rong stayed at Yang. She seemed much more withdrawn than she is now. Only I and a girl who lived with her could talk to her."
Nakahara Chuuya found a seat and sat down, then asked the pianist to help him make a drink.
"I dare not. If you really get drunk, we can't control you." The pianist declined. "But it's not bad to drink it as a drink with less alcohol."
Nakahara Chuuya turned his head away in annoyance.
“Hahaha, Chuuya, just forget it. You can’t drink but you still like to drink so much. You are so willful!” Ah Dai Niao patted Chuuya Nakahara’s shoulder very hard.
"So, Chuuya actually took the Mama-san script?" the surgeon said.
"Pfft..." Nakahara Chuuya spit out the half-drunk wine in his mouth and looked at the surgeon in surprise, "Me? Mom-san script?"
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha..." Ah Dai Bird clapped his knees and laughed. Even the pianist hid beside him, holding his stomach and laughing.
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"Good morning, Chuuya! I'm here to play with you again! Are you happy?"
"No... I'm happy, of course I'm happy!" Nakahara Chuuya quickly changed his words when he saw Rong's face change in an instant.
"Hehe, I knew Chuuya would be happy. Look what I brought you. It's the most popular breakfast in Chinatown - crab roe buns."
"Uh... um, Xiao Rong, I remember that we have to queue there?" Nakahara Chuuya was a little hesitant, mainly because of the "script" he had heard the surgeons talk about before. Now the more he looked at Rong, the more awkward it became.
"It's okay, it's okay. I was working on a task yesterday, and when I realized what was happening, I saw that the store was open."
"Then it counts as staying up all night, right? Really... Okay, okay, I'll eat, I'll eat, is that okay?" Looking at Rong with starry eyes, Zhongyuan Zhongye could only agree helplessly.
——After adding the crab roe bun, the reaction was stable, but Dazai Osamu’s reaction was very dramatic…
“Chuuya Chuuya, do you want to go to lunch together? I know a good restaurant. You know my special ability is very useful.”
——No, still no. Compared to everyone else, Nakahara Chuuya’s reaction was consistent with 43% of them.
Is there no such thing as something that everyone else thinks is delicious, but only Nakahara Chuuya thinks it is not?
It's time to unleash my greatest weapon!
"Good evening, Chuuya. Let's go eat cake together?"
"...I'll do as you say. Let's go."
…
Melodious tunes were echoing in the cake shop. Zhongyuan Zhongye and I sat in a corner. The atmosphere here was very good. Even the air was filled with the sweetness of the cake and a hint of coffee aroma.
* “250g flour, 15ml baking soda, 180g sugar, 7.5ml vanilla powder, 150g butter, 80g vegetable oil, 4 eggs, 150g cocoa powder, 100g dark chocolate, 50g milk chocolate, 250ml red wine.”
"The red wine is mixed into the batter. 250 milliliters is only enough for one or two sips. If it was shared over our heads, each of us would only take one sip. It's impossible to get drunk."
I pointed to the menu and said seriously.
"It's OK. The slightly bitter taste of red wine neutralizes the sweetness of the whole cake. I think many people who don't like sweet food but like to drink will like it."
Just in case, Zhongye and I only ordered a red wine chocolate cake.
After closing the menu with satisfaction, Chuuya and I chatted about recent trivial matters. "Why do I feel like you've been looking for me a lot recently?"
"What's wrong? Can't I come to you if there's nothing wrong? You see, Dazai Osamu is busy entering the water and can't bring Yumeno Hisasaku out. I don't dare to call Mr. Mori out... so I can only come to you."
…
——Normal reaction.
Well, Nakahara Chuuya's taste is no different from that of a normal person. I would say that it is impossible for a normal person not to like cake.
"Do you think it's delicious, Chuuya? Compared to the previous ones, is there anything you think is the best?"
"Well, wine. I like wine, all kinds of wine, but I like red wine the most, which has a lot of texture."
Is it the texture of the wine or the feeling of being drunk?
I looked at Nakahara Chuuya from a angle that wouldn't be easily noticed. He seemed very satisfied with the cake and was happily taking a bite.
The cake shop was playing a piano piece that I couldn't describe but didn't find noisy. It was drizzling outside the shop and it seemed to be getting heavier, but neither of us was in a hurry and we were in the mood to enjoy the rain.
Some people in the Central Plains may simply enjoy the rain, but I am different. I enjoy watching passers-by hiding from the rain.
People were running, walking hurriedly, shielding themselves from the rain with their hands, coats or briefcases...the streets were empty in just a few minutes.
Some people also come to different stores to shelter from the rain at this time.
Like a most loyal audience member, I watched people's performances with great interest, and tried to guess who they were through their clothes or expressions.
For example, at this moment, a girl with a delicate face wearing a milky white chiffon dress, angrily lifted the hem of her skirt that was already stained with mud, and she was wearing a pair of lambskin high heels on her feet.
She was swearing into the phone, and when the other party hung up the call impatiently, she collapsed on the ground and started crying.
Nakahara Chuuya swallowed the last bite of cake, looked at me and understood what I meant, then asked the store manager for an umbrella, walked out the door, comforted the lady, and sent her home.
…
A girl and a boy went on a blind date and had a great time talking to each other, but it started to rain after the blind date. The boy left in a hurry because of something urgent, leaving the beautifully dressed girl in a dilemma.
Our Naruto appears like a prince in a fairy tale, saving the princess from danger.
The first half of the story is quite interesting, but the second half is too clichéd, making people feel as disgusted as a half-eaten peach with a worm in it.
I pushed aside the half piece of red wine cake that was still untouched and called the waiter to bring two more macarons and a 5-inch mango cake.
Sometimes I look up to appreciate the "show" in front of me, sometimes I bury my head in eating a few bites of my cake, and sometimes I listen to the music in their store. It's nice to entertain myself.
Until a foreigner with blond hair tied in a pigtail sat in front of me. Because he was a stranger, I was a little nervous and didn't dare to look him in the eye.
He maintained the distance of a stranger and the gentlemanliness of a foreigner. "Hello, young lady. I would like to ask for information about the gentleman who just sat in front of you."
The curve of his smile made me feel familiar, and for a moment I thought of Lan Tang in the basement.
I looked carefully at his appearance and found that it was a photo I had seen before - Paul Verlaine.
Oh no, I'm in trouble.
…
"His name is Nakahara Chuuya. He is a very good person with a high sense of morality. He is the kind of good person who would help others when he sees injustice."
Verlaine's smile widened, proud that someone was praising his brother so highly.
Although this younger brother has not yet recognized him and he has not spoken to him, Weilun believes that when Nakahara Chuuya sees him, he will sincerely accept the identity of "younger brother".
Not only that, he would also go with me to the countryside to live a happier and more relaxed life.
Because they are the only ones of their kind in the world, the bond between them cannot be explained by blood alone, and they are the only "family" who can understand each other.
As for the other ties...
Verlaine took a critical look at the girl in front of him—small face, delicate nose, round cat eyes… and thought of the list again.
There is no need to think too much, of course, just get rid of those people together.
No matter who it is, no matter what it is, it should not be comparable to the connection between him and Chuuya, and it should not become an obstacle between him and Chuuya.
Of course he saw the lovely kindness that Zhongyuan Zhongya had towards everyone around him. There was nothing he could do about it. His brother was just so outstanding and so noble compared to ordinary people.
However, this kind of nobility is too beautiful and too fragile in the face of ugly human nature, just like the organization his dear brother had been in before. He tried his best to protect them, but they betrayed him without any guilt.
Let him help Chuuya tear off this flashy, paper-like surface. Only after Chuuya thoroughly sees the human nature can he truly realize that humans are the ugliest creatures in the world.
It’s not scary to make mistakes, because your brother will forgive everything you do and will always be willing to give you the warmth of family.
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