Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

When it comes to the underworld, most people's first reaction should be the dark and baggy uniforms, the ferocious tattoos all over the body, violence, blood, the constant "Bushido", or Kitano Takeshi's "The Most Evil"?

And this kind of character, who seems to only appear in movies, is sitting quietly in a high-end Japanese-style house called Ryu no Bamboo. His bright eyes seem to be staring at something in the distance across the distance.

If you are a person with well-developed artistic abilities, you will be able to use this picture to write poems and songs at this moment, so as to express your feelings for the delicate and hazy beauty of this boy.

But the two black figures behind Yuan Zhisheng obviously cannot bear this responsibility.

"Crow, when was the last time the young master made such a pretentious gesture?"

One of the black figures looked careless. His vulgar behavior and ill-considered words and deeds lightly crushed the quiet beauty in this room, but he seemed to be unaware of it.

Hearing this, another dark figure sneered and mocked.

"Shut up, didn't you see that the young master is posing?" The man in black named Crow was cold and pale, with thin-framed eyes, and with a bit of pride on his face, he rebuked his companion for his rudeness, "You are behaving like this~ Just call it ky.”

You're pretty cool too, I thought to myself as I looked at the man in the distance and relaxed his neck as if he hadn't heard anything.

There are two black shadows on one side, one named Crow and the other named Yaksha.

Among them, Yasha is obviously a rough guy. When he was accused of being ky, he just curled his lips and did not refute. Instead, he used his flexible five fingers to communicate. He frequently made international gestures and waved his arms like an afterimage of an actor on stage.

The man with glasses looked sideways and frowned, and raised his hand in response without giving in. He looked evenly matched with his teeth and claws, but the two soon turned into a simple fight because they couldn't understand what the other was doing.

The windbreaker flew and whistled in the air, and Yuan Zhisheng's brows twitched slightly.

".Both of you stop it."

The young underworld master looked away from the courtyard, his cold eyes filled with helplessness.

"Forget it in front of me. When people come later, you still have to leave a good impression. Don't lose face to the Sheqi family."

"Hi! (Yes)" The two of them immediately released their painful fingers and stood aside with their hands in their pockets.

Yuan Zhisheng also withdrew his gaze, but this time he did not intend to continue looking at the flowing bamboo tube in the courtyard, but casually took out the file in front of him and flipped through it.

Although he had read it several times before coming here, candidates still clutched the reference book before going to the examination room, not to mention the careful and cautious director of the Yamaki Executive Department.

Moreover, no matter how many times I read it, I can't help but marvel at the excellence of the character in the report.

On the first page of the document, there was a five-inch photo of a girl.

The background of the picture is the campus, with a red runway beside her. The girl's forehead is wet. Her face seems to be slightly red after exercise, but she is still smiling and gesturing with one hand to the camera. The posture of peace seems to be very easy to make people feel close to each other.

With red hair, orange eyes, and a picturesque face, the creator of the stick figures, who usually drafts on A4 paper, took out the canvas from his collection on a whim, touched ink with his fingertips, and sketched out the beauty of the girl stroke by stroke. .

The perfect smile reveals eight teeth, like a hundred flowers blooming, like spring and a bright scene. The sad scene with dark clouds over the city behind has become a stepping stone, and it requires several contrasting techniques in reading comprehension.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, fifteen years old, is a junior high school student.

The monitor of the third class of Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School. She is as beautiful as a monster, with a well-proportioned figure that could fit on the front page of a magazine. On weekdays, he respects his teachers, is warm and cheerful, and is always considerate of his classmates. His academic performance is top-notch. He is particularly good at mythology and history in various departments. He masters many languages ​​including but not limited to English, French, Chinese, Indian, German, etc.

According to friends around him, she knows a little bit about Persia, Egypt, Israel, and even ancient Greek.

He has a neutral personality, is kind, enthusiastic and lively, a little out of line, and is super yang-yang. Even people he doesn’t know will definitely come up to him and talk to him. He will definitely help an old man when he sees him, and he will definitely help a child crying when he sees him on the roadside.

His hobby is fitness, and his athletic ability is so strong that he has broken school records several times.

She is basically a heroine that jumped out of a reverse Mary Sue novel.

She has always dominated the lists of "most want to date her" and "most want to be her dog" among male and female students. He is nicknamed "Raphael" by the students at the same school even though he is in his junior year.

It is said that Fujimaru Ritsuka is like the archangel, who can perform all healing miracles, cure all human sufferings, and help all those in need.

As a student, I am quite a social terrorist on weekdays. Even if I am a complete stranger a second ago, I can accurately take care of the most comfortable way to get along with them. On this basis, I can also contact the whole school as a unit. This ability has been It is gradually deified and enters an indescribable realm that cannot be clearly explained, cannot be looked at directly, and cannot be directly viewed.

As the class monitor, she did all the work of the class by herself, collected all the homework, read in the morning, and was able to distract the English teacher. She even thought of going to the next class to socialize, and she did a decent job. There was no one else in the school who couldn't get along better with her. People, both men and women take it.

The teacher likes her very much, and the students obey him unconditionally. Even the principal treats her as his precious child.

The head teacher of the first grade of junior high school wrote this in his final comments——

[Ritsuka-kun was obviously born in the wrong era. If it had been thousands of years ago, he would have been famous all over the world and become a legend throughout the ages. At the worst, he would have been known to all women and children as a famous socialite or poet in the world. Later, he will definitely have to be stuffed into a book by future generations, so that today's young people can add a few strokes of ink to his portrait in Chinese class. 】

The content at the end of the booklet is also very similar, including the exaggerated boasts of classmates, the praise of the neighbor's uncle and grandma, and even the reputation of a Hokkaido shop owner who opened a takeaway fish store two blocks away from the girl's home. The same unabashed love. .

Scroll further down, and there is a long list of awards and detailed life records that can take up hundreds of bytes in txt.

Yuan Zhisheng closed his eyes, recalling the phone call from his subordinate and the overly high evaluation on the phone, thinking silently in his heart.

A genius who has good looks, is very popular, and has extraordinary learning ability and physical fitness. The subject in question has a figure of four figures. Judging from all the evaluations, she is just a ridiculously outstanding but gentle, kind, enthusiastic and lively girl.

"Who believes it? He must be pretending."

"Yes, but he's good-looking."

Yuan Zhisheng opened his eyes and glanced to the side. Unexpectedly, the crow and the yaksha took a few steps forward and stopped beside him, and the old god was looking at the information.

Crow pushed up the glasses on his face and muttered with a slightly disgusted face.

"How can there be such a perfect guy in this world? A hero by nature? A partner in justice? I'm afraid he is another super dangerous hybrid who has been actively concealing himself since he was a child. Look at the hobby column, fitness deadlift 190? Junior high school Health? King Kong Barbie!"

"But he's good-looking."

"The more this guy is stuck with this kind of scary but barely enough weight to avoid being caught and dissected, the deeper and darker his heart must be, and he might burst out one day. What are those guys in the intelligence department doing? Even like this Not paying attention to the obvious goals?”

"But he's good-looking."

"Young Master, when someone comes, let's give her a showdown. I bet she will be stunned as long as she gets a little stimulation. If a mixed race like this suppresses itself for many years, it may be considered minor if it breaks out and hurts someone. "

"It makes sense, but it's not good. He looks so good-looking."

The crow turned its head.

"Tnnd!! - You know how good-looking you are, right? Have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, just punch me!"

Ignoring the two people who started to pinch each other again, Yuan Zhisheng was thinking to himself.

A natural hero?

Yuan Zhisheng said expressionlessly.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka has agreed to the interview application. Whether it is true or not, we will know tonight."

If there is, I would like to see it with my own eyes.

"Young Master, people have arrived."

The voice came from an unknown source, but Yuan Zhisheng was not surprised. He just hummed softly and turned his eyes to the door curtain on the corridor side of the living room.

Yuan Zhisheng has very good hearing, and he can hear everything clearly in the courtyard.

The chatter of the guests in the outsourcing room a few dozen meters next door, the proprietress's low voice scolding the waiter, the sizzling sound of the chef using a spray gun to sear the foie gras in the back kitchen, and the squeaking sounds of people walking through the wooden corridor. sound.

[Hello, little sister, I’m here for an interview with the company. Do you know the one called Sheqi Bajia? 】

[Of course, Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka? 】

The sound of conversation gradually approached, and Yuan Zhisheng's eyes became sharper.

He didn't stand up, but his waist was already straight, like a famous sword about to be unsheathed. The dense lines of the metal were washed with rainwater, and white light flashed under the moonlight. Only the bright red splashing from the enemy's neck could cover its whiteness. white.

Staring at the door that was about to be opened, Crow and Yasha also restrained their reckless behavior, turned their faces down, and stood behind Yuan Zhisheng with their hands behind their backs.

Etiquette must be in place, but priorities must also be distinguished.

"disturb--"

"Let's stop for now."

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly made a sound, and the girl outside the door couldn't help but freeze her hand on the side of the door.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, right?"

"Uh yeah?"

Unlike the confused girl outside the door, Yaksha and Crow inside the door understood Yuan Zhisheng's intention almost instantly.

The opponent is a super hybrid who has hidden himself for fifteen years. The result of Kaguya's blood analysis is [the bloodline is extremely mutated but extremely stable. In terms of ability alone, it is very likely to be comparable to the emperor, but there is no sign of erosion of dragon genes at all, reasonable It is suspected that it has spiritual elements or human genetic abnormalities. 】

An emperor born in the wild? Although theoretically the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutation, and there are even cases where the bloodline of the third generation of dragons is higher than that of the next generation, it is indeed extremely rare, and "extremely dangerous" is almost put in the file title. .

And such a genius takes the initiative to donate blood to a blood cart? Could she not know that there was something wrong with her on a biological level? How come the bloodline problem has not been discovered by anyone in this family for more than ten years?

There is no doubt that she came here on purpose, with some unknown purpose.

It may be an ordinary temptation, or it may be malicious trouble.

But no matter what, this kind of swaggering behavior is infinitely close to a provocation to the Sheqi family. If the other party really has such confidence, then the executive department commissioner with ordinary pedigree will not be able to deal with her.

Because of this, Director Yuan Zhisheng of the Executive Department would personally take charge of the situation just in case.

The atmosphere began to solidify the moment the girl arrived in this room.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his words were cold and calm.

"For talented people, the Sheqi Eight Family treats the virtuous and virtuous. But for the mediocre people who are arrogant and self-respecting, the Sheqi Eight Family doesn't mind taking care of them." The man put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist. His emotionless eyes were obscured by his hanging hair.

"So - Fujimaru Ritsuka, who are you?"

Yuan Zhisheng believed that even if the other party was talented enough to rival his own, he would have tried his best to disguise himself among the crowd. As long as the mind-controlling spirit took precautions in advance, he would be confident that he could resist.

Even if Fujimaru Ritsuka secretly masters the word spirit, the most he can do is bully the ordinary people outside.

Experience and purity are not enough——

The advantage is mine!

So, Fujimaru Ritsuka, what kind of hybrid are you?

Let me be healthy!