Dress up as Dior sister and awaken your substitute at the beginning

Dio took Mia to the door of his room.

"Wait outside. I'll take you to breakfast later. I'll have your favorite chocolate pudding."

Dio put down Mia and went in himself.

Dio went in and closed the door. But through the crack in the door when opening and closing the door, Mia saw the messy room inside like a typhoon passing through. There were many ceramic shards on the ground, which made her heart hurt just looking at it.

Dior's habit of smashing things when angry is exactly the same as Dalio's...

Mia curled her lips and touched her forehead.

Dalio always hits people with random objects, and the most difficult thing among them is the wine bottle. Glass shards will pierce your skin, and you have to use tweezers to pull them out little by little. The ground is littered with shards, and if you don't sweep them away, they will pierce your feet.

Mia's head was smashed once and there was a big wound on her forehead. Fortunately, there were no scars, otherwise he would have been Harry Potter.

It's not like Mia hasn't said anything about Dio's habit, but he either ignores people or looks at her with terrifying eyes...

"Naughty kid...when will he grow up?"

Little Bear was tired of standing, so he sat on the ground with his knees in his arms, looking at the door in a daze, like a worried old mother.

squeak-

Dio opened the door and saw Mia's eyes were dull, not as lively as usual.

With a shadow in his eyes, Dio knelt down and said, "What's wrong?"

Mia yawned, showing her small white teeth like rice grains: "I'm tired."

Dio scratched Mia's furry, chubby little chin, as if he were petting a cat: "Go back to bed? I'll ask someone to bring breakfast."

"I want to go to the dining hall, it's busy there."

With little stars in her eyes, Mia smiled brightly at Dio.

"What are you going to give me?"

Mia's attitude was exactly the same as before, and Dio didn't see any difference.

After the boredom subsided, Dio handed the thing in his hand to Mia: "The caterpillar turned into a butterfly, but the life span of butterflies is generally short..."

It was a transparent specimen box with a small white butterfly inside, its back fixed by a needle.

Mia recognized this butterfly. It is very common in London. Due to severe environmental pollution, its wings are always stained gray with soot, and it is rare to see it clean.

With water in her black eyes, Mia took the specimen box: "Is this... the caterpillar we raised?"

Dio looked at her for a moment and nodded slowly.

Mia touched the specimen box, as if she could touch the snow-white wings of the butterfly: "Is it dead?"

Mia is not good at raising things, but she still raised the caterpillars.

She originally wanted to see the butterfly emerging from its cocoon with Dio, but this was her last thought when it was eaten by the zombie.

Unexpectedly, the butterfly was already dead...

Tears welled up in her eyes, Mia rubbed her eyes.

Dio frowned slightly and wiped her tears with a handkerchief: "I raised it according to the method the old professor said."

"I know. Dio must be taking it seriously."

Mia put down the specimen box and grabbed Dio's fingers with her little paws, her moist black eyes filled with smiles.

"I just want to watch the butterflies with you."

The little bear's eyes were extremely clear, with only expectation and gratitude, without any blame.

Dio's frown relaxed, and his voice was a little gentle: "I made a specimen. The professor said it was very well done, complete and beautiful. The specimen can be stored for a long time, let's take a look at this."

It sounds reasonable, but why does it feel a little weird?

Mia's mung bean-sized brain thought for half a second, and then gave up without thinking.

She hugged Dior's hand and rubbed it: "When the matter is over, let's hang it in the living room at home, so that we can see it every day."

The little bear is very comfortable to rub against, warm and soft, and has velvety soft fur. Dio liked her intimacy very much, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

No matter what, Mia’s favorite is Bendio! Johnny's attempts to sow discord are completely useless!

Scorning the stupid Johnny in his heart, Dio, like a victorious rooster, collected the specimens proudly and carried Mia to the cafeteria.

Mia didn't understand Dio's emotional changes, and big question marks popped up in her little mind.

After a while, Mia had breakfast in the cafeteria.

Sweet milk, fried chicken legs, braised pork elbow, tomato pasta, chocolate pudding...

It's all what Mia likes to eat, and it's as rich as a meal for one's head.

The little bear was stunned, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Dio sat next to him, silently cutting the food into small pieces with a silver knife and fork, and put it on Mia's small plate.

Spittwagon and Johnny are here today.

The two of them looked at Mia's rice and then at their ordinary sausages and baked potato pancakes, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

Spitwagen looked serious: "Mia, eating too much breakfast is not good for your health. Let me share it with you."

Johnny was a little embarrassed: "Mia, can I have a bite of chocolate pudding? Just one bite."

Mia wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, with a troubled expression on her face: "Well, I..."

Dio interrupted directly and said coldly: "No. If you want to eat, go to the kitchen and ask someone to cook it."

Spitwagen curled his lips: "I'm so busy lately, how can I have time..."

Johnny smiled and lowered his head to eat.

After Johnny joined the gang, his range of activities was limited to the vicinity of the bedroom, and he had no idea where the kitchen was.

Johnny is not a fool, so he naturally knows that he is under house arrest, and his friends are hiding a huge secret from him. But some animal instinct told him that it was better not to delve into it.

Spitwagen patted Johnny on the shoulder and seemed to change the subject unintentionally: "Mia, after you turned into a giant bear, there was a white strip on your back, like staggered teeth. Now that you have become smaller, you can still Have it?"

Johnny nodded and said, "I saw it too. Your hair is red, and that thing is very conspicuous. But it was too messy at the time, and I forgot about it later."

Dio put down the tableware and cast a curious look at Mia.

"Do I still have this kind of thing on my body?" Mia looked confused. She stretched her paws behind her back and touched something, and she actually touched something raised.

Spitwagen touched his chin: "What is it used for? Decoration? Superpower device?"

Mia shook her head: "I don't know, the substitute didn't tell me."

With a glint in his eyes, Dio knocked on the dining table: "Okay, let's eat. It's so noisy."

Although Dior had lost a lot of face yesterday, everyone was still afraid of him, so they stopped discussing and had breakfast.

Today Dio was unexpectedly very gentlemanly and helped Mia cut all the food into bite-sized pieces.

The little bear is too small. Human food is too big for her. She usually has to tear and pull to eat. Not only her mouth and claws are tired, but her body is also dirty.

But today, Dior has cut everything for Mia, and all she has to do is open her mouth and eat.

With her round eyes curled into crescents, Mia quickly used her fork to fork the dishes on the plate, and there seemed to be happy pink flowers floating around.

Mia would occasionally smile silly at Dio, earning him a look of disgust. However, Dio did not stop dividing the food in his hands.

Seeing this, Spitwagen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was actually worried that Dio would hate Mia because of what happened yesterday.

When a submissive person suddenly rebels, the huge sense of gap often leads to some irrational emotions.

Fortunately, Dior is not so hopeless...

Spitwagen raised a faint smile and suddenly felt that the potato pancakes tasted a lot better.

Seeing Dior's much improved attitude, Johnny was very pleased.

Family members must get along well and love each other. Dior was too unseemly before. It seems that yesterday's duel was still useful...

and many more……

Johnny had an idea.

He said so much yesterday, but Dio remained unmoved. After being severely beaten, he gave some reaction...

Could it be.

Are fists more useful to Dio than mouth?

Feeling that he had discovered a new way to get along with Dior, Johnny was overjoyed at first, and then fell into distress.

As a gentleman, it is too impolite to attack others... How could he have such thoughts?

Johnny was so confused that he couldn't taste the hash browns at all.

After a while, Mia finished her breakfast and Dio started eating his portion.

The little bear was so full that he was like a pink ball, lying on the dining table to rest: "Dior, you were kind to me today."

Dio glared at her: "Did I treat you badly before?"

"Everything is good, but today is even better." Mia forced a flattering smile.

Dio snorted coldly and didn't want to pay attention to her.

Spittwagon finished his breakfast and went to work. The situation in the gang is not optimistic now, and he has a lot to do.

Johnny, the idler, also finished eating, but did not leave and read the newspaper in the restaurant.

The young man read the news in the newspaper seriously. There was still a bit of melancholy in his eyebrows, but he no longer looked as lifeless as yesterday.

Dio finished the last bite of tomato pasta and looked at Johnny for a while: "If you feel guilty, just use ripple to save people. There are many injured people here, and they need you."

Johnny understood that Dio was referring to murder. The smell of blood that had been deliberately forgotten filled the tip of his nose, and his stomach lurched. Johnny squeezed the newspaper tightly.

After a few seconds, Johnny let go of the newspaper and curled his lips: "Dior, thank you."

Maybe by helping others, some of his sins can be washed away...

Dior is so kind. I was beaten to tears last night, but today I still think about him so much!

Dio picked up Mia and left, not noticing the gratitude in Johnny's eyes: "For specific arrangements, you go to Spitwagen. Don't ask about things you shouldn't know."

So what if Johnny has ripples? Hasn’t it become Bendio’s free labor?

Then let Johnny work 25 hours a day!

With a smile on his face that could be hung on a street lamp, Dio took Mia back to the bedroom.

He put Mia on the desk, his cheeks flushed, his hands crossed, silent.

Mia tilted her head, not understanding what Dio was saying.

After a long time, Dio spoke with difficulty.

"Take it off."