About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

After a while, Orson returned to the dining table with tremella and lotus seed soup.

"It's a bit sweet... eh!?"

Orson, who had just approached, was taken aback by the scene in front of him:

"I... I used to blow up the school choir..."

"It's bombing the school again... I understand, confess all your crimes, and Lei Fa will naturally judge justice for you."

Jing Zhe is sitting in a tight position with a notebook in his hand and is recording something carefully, while Angel Neng is full of snot and tears, counting the crimes (too many to count) like the criminals who plead guilty and subdue the law in the legal program.

"Uh... what are you doing, sister Jingzhe, can you be an angel?"

Orson hurried over to interrupt the weird atmosphere between the two, Neng Angel and Jing Zhe came back to their senses belatedly.

"Stop them both, Texas..."

"It's better to teach the idiot a lesson."

Dexas, who had been watching the excitement from the sidelines, complained lightly.

"I'm very sorry, Ms. Angel... I just suffered from an occupational disease."

Jing Zhe, who came back to his senses, also apologized quickly, and didn't even have time to deal with his hair curling up again.

"It's okay, it's okay, I shouldn't have been evil in the first place... Speaking of which, what is Sister Orson's occupation?"

"what--"

When it comes to work and occupation, Jingzhe's CPU short-circuits instantly.

"I, uh, I—"

"My sister is a copyist!"

Orson quickly smoothed things over by the side.

"Orson... what did you say?"

Jingzhe asked Orson in surprise.

"...said you were a copyist."

Orson thought to himself that the position he made up casually would not offend the reverse scale of this unicorn, right?

"Not this one, what about the first two words?"

"Well, sister...?"

"My little brother is so cute~"

"Wait a minute..."

Orson, who was rubbed by Jing Zhe again, thought that this might not be as good as an old lady's character.

——And this idiot Qilin never wanted to hide his identity at all!

Thinking carefully about such a large and conspicuous red slime belt wandering on the street while discharging bilibili, Orson couldn't think of any other reason except Wei Lao's acquiescence.

After a brief interlude, the group chatted and had dinner again, similar to before. After Jingzhe put down his airs, he had a happy chat with Angel, while Orson was physically and mentally exhausted trying to smooth things over.

When the time came to night, everyone finally ended this somewhat abrupt table chat.

"Remember to play again next time."

When everyone was about to leave, Jing Zhe waved to everyone.

"Yes, yes, sister Orson."

The energy angel immediately agreed, and Texas nodded slightly.

"Don't take me next time..."

Orson, who helped Jingzhe lie all day long, felt that he was 10 years older, but he still didn't grow taller.

Today I just went out for a stroll, and ended up picking up an electric unicorn out of nowhere, and this old lady even regarded herself as a younger brother. This experience is a bit too fantasy.

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"Orson, don't let this happen next time. I'm glad you didn't encounter any danger, but don't make me worry about you so much."

On the way back, the Angel sitting in the back seat had already entered sleep mode, while Texas, sitting in the driver's seat, whispered.

"...Sorry, I will definitely pay attention next time, I made you worry today."

"You really like to apologize, even though sometimes it's not your fault"

Texas glanced at Orson, and then looked at the Origin Stone Sword which was placed aside.

"I don't want you to get hurt because of me. If the price of escaping the past is that the people around you are involved, then I will take up arms again without hesitation, and embrace the sins and blood of the past—oh!?"

In the middle of speaking, Dexus suddenly trembled all over, and saw his right hand, which was originally in the gear, was gently held by Orson.

"We'll all have times when we have to take up arms, just remember who it's for, Texas."

"...This is considered a driving violation. Neng Angel's driver's license has no points to deduct."

"Ugh..."

Texas gently retracted his palm and said, but his tail was wagging wildly where Orson could not see.

Not long after, the car came downstairs to the Penguin logistics office.

"Take a good rest, remember to turn on the monitoring and alarm, I will send the angel back first."

"You too, stay safe, Texas."

After saying hello to Texas, Orson yawned as he returned to the office's lounge, which had been converted into his own bedroom, to undress.

——Go to bed after disposing of the files that can make angels... Today is really 'enriched' to death.

During the day, he and Wei Yanwu confuse riddles, and witnessed the passion and entanglement of the older generation of Ge Ming's family. At noon, he picked up Pikachu and raised him to become a younger brother.

Orson returned to his card position, and when he pulled out the drawer to change a gel pen, his gaze caught the ring that originally belonged to "Doctor" in the drawer.

"Perhaps even Longmen has traces of you, Doctor?"

On the other side, Jing Zhe's home——

"Haha... finally arrived at Longmen."

Jing Zhe changed into childish-looking pajamas, and lay down on the bed with all her hair loose.

—Orson?What a wonderful boy, I have never seen such a person in Dali Temple.

Jing Zhe has solved countless unsolved cases, and also witnessed all kinds of mischievous people, murderers, survivors, related persons, and even the dead——

The value and rarity of the quality of "pure goodwill" far exceeds the pure gold in one's pocket.

And no matter what aspect Jing Zhe observes from, the quality maintained by that young man is still subtly warm.

It's a pity that the boy's mind is not very bright, if only he can be as witty and intelligent as himself.

Jing Zhe got up from the bed, ignored the messy long hair and pajamas, went to the wooden table and opened a drawer, and took out the "task list" this time.

Dali Temple Supervision Division Jingzhe has four missions this time

【1. Investigate whether there is a need to keep the Longmen slums】

[2. Investigate whether the Sicilian Gang can be dealt with by Longmen, which may damage the majesty of Dayan]

[3. Investigate whether Wei Yanwu has the intention of rebelling against the independent Longmen]

and the last one:

[4. Investigate information about the successor of "Doctor"]

In the morning, Orson got up from the bed and stretched. He yawned, rubbed his teary eyes, went to the kitchen refrigerator, took out a bag of milk and threw it into the pot to heat it up. Then he twisted and stretched his body to wash.

He just got the news from Talula that the work of the integration movement in Kasimir has all been completed, and it will be able to arrive at Longmen soon.Along with the news, there are several photos of the completion ceremony, on which are Tallulah in a suit standing in front of the podium, a snow rabbit in a formal suit, a smiling Alina, and the rare There is no spear in it, and at a glance, I thought it was a patriot with a load-bearing column.

These photos make Orson a little dazed. Everyone who gathered from the northern border to fight together has unconsciously been able to stand upright in the sunshine of the city-state to promote the beliefs they uphold, instead of just disappearing in the snow and ice. above the soil.

While in a trance, Orson was also a little tangled.

He is very happy to be able to meet the people of the integration movement soon, but it is also very painful.

After all, the current situation of Longmen is really messy. Tallulah hadn't fully accepted her temporary stay in Penguin Logistics before, but now Laplande came out later and gave herself to... [DATA EXPUNGED] up.

Not only that, but now there is even a Dian Qilin Jingzhe who claims to be his "righteous sister"... No matter how you look at it, with the arrival of everyone, his already "rich and colorful" life will definitely become even worse.

Aside from these people, there is also a blue-haired fallen angel who doesn't seem to be a good person...

Orson, who was cooking, was thinking about what kind of turbulence the dragon gate would have in the future, and because of distraction, the egg in Orson's hand accidentally dropped and fell.

"Hmm...huh?"

Orson reached out to try to catch the egg, but found that the falling speed of the egg itself slowed down suddenly, falling slowly as if it had fallen into a gel.

"Are you making breakfast for everyone, Orson~?"

"Miss Mostima?"

Orson found that the blue fallen angel had appeared beside him at some point. She leaned against the kitchen door, looking at him with that unpredictable smile as always.

"We met again. I didn't expect you to actually live temporarily in the office of Penguin Logistics. How did you get everyone to allow it?"

Mostima went to the slowed egg and held it, then released the Originium skill, and put the egg into Orson's palm.

"I'm just seriously applying for a residence permit from everyone, and I'm also looking for another place to live, but the current situation doesn't allow it."

Orson initially wanted to find a room to rent, but after the previous Sicilian gang attack, he decided to live in Penguin Logistics for the time being.

Although it may be a bit of a fart to say so, Orson believes that if he is in Penguin Logistics, he can guarantee the safety of these "predecessors" to the greatest extent.

"Yeah, it's not very stable. The situation that night was quite turbulent, but now it's finally calmed down. Are you still willing to continue with me, Orson~?"

Mostima smiled and approached Orson, she reached out to Orson, but the latter backed away in a panic.

"Oh, you are so comfortable and leisurely when you're attacking" girls, why do you have to treat me differently?"

Mostima asked Orson, and at the same time sat lightly on the kitchen table and continued to look at Orson.

"...I have never done any behavior of 'struggling with girls', I just reward those who sincerely help me."

Orson frowned and complained in a low voice, while knocking the egg in his hand into the pan.