[JOJO] They all say that there is no such disease as juvenile dementia!

Originally, I planned to drive to Rome, which would only take 2 hours at most, but the car I was blown up by Naranga last time hadn't been sent for repair, so I called a taxi!

Can't think of it!Money can really do whatever it wants.

But at that time, I searched around and no one was willing to run long distances at night. Finally, under the temptation of money, a teenager was willing to run.

"How old are you?", I asked the blond boy with a smile.

He looks good and behaves well. Although he looks a little younger, he should be an adult if he can drive.

"13."

"???"

"How much!!" If I didn't have a seat belt, I would have bounced from the co-pilot.

He repeated it calmly: "13."

"Let me get out of the car, I'm not going!", cold sweat streaked my face.

But the young man said unhurriedly: "It's okay, miss, I already have a long driving experience."

"Fart! You're only 13 years old and you don't even have a driver's license!"

The boy stretched out a hand to hold mine and said, "Don't worry, I'll take you to your destination..."

I can't hear what he said later, because the information of this person appeared in my mind, he is a very important person——Gioruno Giobana

Seeing that I was stunned, Giorno thought I didn't believe him, and continued: "Look, I'm driving pretty well now..."

"Got it." I interrupted him.

Gold Experience... It feels like the kind of ability that will be used in the future... But I will probably need to fight next, and the white album is more destructive.

But this kind of ability is what everyone wants, how can we let it go?Contact information must be left!

"Giorno!", I stretched out my other hand, held Giorno's hand in gear and said, "I think you drive very well... Tell me why you want to drive a black taxi? "

"How do you know my name is..."

"Giorno, do you drive for pocket money?", I interrupted Giorno.

"No, it's for a work-study program."

"That's great!"

"……what?"

"I mean you're such a nice boy."

Giorno looked at me in surprise and said, "You're not much older than me, are you?"

I ignored Giorno's question and continued: "I like the kind of person who is motivated and loves to fight the most in my life. Whenever I see that kind of person, I want to help him..."

Giorno looked at me with strange eyes: "What the hell are you... trying to say?"

"I want to subsidize your education!"

"……what?"

"Five million lire, is it enough?"

Giorno lost his calm look, and said in a panic, "Uh...that's no use, it's not why..."

Too little?

"That 1000 million lire a month?"

"Clam!!! One month!"

Seeing him so surprised, I puzzled and said, "That's right... isn't it enough?"

"Enough, enough! It's almost full!"

I took out a card and said to Giorno: "That's the decision. I will put 1000 million lire into this card every month, so that you can pursue your dreams regardless of money!"

It's all my nonsense, I don't know what his dream is, the main thing is to let him contact me in the future, so that he can borrow his ability when he needs it... How can this little money compare with the golden experience?

Giorno looked at me with eyes filled with emotion, and he said, "Okay, I will realize my dream."

(Of course, at this time, how could I have thought that a 13-year-old work-study boy who drives a black car, his dream is to be a Yangko star?)

"Ding—" was Gerald's text message.

"Trevi Fountain...?", I put away my phone, how can I find someone in a public place like a scenic spot...

"Giorno, I'll get off at the Trevi Fountain."

"Ok."

Parting from Giorno, because I had no idea of ​​what to do for a while, I sat cross-legged by the fountain thinking about what to do next...

Suddenly a few bits and pieces of coins rolled in front of my eyes, I raised my head and saw that there was a lot of small change half a meter away from me!

Do you... treat me like a beggar? !Italy is really... the folk customs are simple.

In order to prevent further misunderstandings, I stood up and patted my buttocks to leave. Suddenly, a silver figure passed by not far away. Looking at the familiar hairstyle, I was stunned.

Seeing that he was about to disappear around the corner, I hurried after him. Because there were so many people, I could hardly see him.

"Eastofeden!", calling out Eastofeden to help me peel off the crowd, and I hurried to chase the man into the alley.

The light of the street lamp at the other end of the alley was facing my eyes, and I couldn't see the appearance of that person clearly. He was sitting in a wheelchair, and a stand-in stood behind him, and said in a voice that I will never forget, "Who are you?"

No mistake... No mistake, it must be him. I can’t forget this voice even if I forget myself. He is the first plot character I came into contact with——Polnareff.

My throat was blocked, and I said in a trembling voice, "Uncle... Uncle?"

The man was stunned, and then approached me in a wheelchair: "Li... Xi?"

I burst into tears the moment I saw him, what happened?what happened to him?

He clearly has stars in his eyes!He taught me to always have expectations for life, taught me girls to smile more, and taught me to make good use of my substitute!

I fell on his wheelchair and cried loudly: "You...what's the matter with you! You...how did you become like this... woo woo woo."

Just like before, he touched my head and said: "Don't cry, don't cry, girls look good when they smile, I'm fine."

I grabbed his clothes and said, "What do you mean it's nothing, why is it nothing?"

Polnareff is the first character I met in the plot after traveling to this world for eight years. He is really gentle and tough. Even in the face of me like that, he still taught me patiently. I am what I am now because of his existence.

He was once the pillar of my life in this world, he taught me the way of chivalry, taught me to be gentle with girls, his eyes are always full of stars and seas...why does such a person have to suffer misfortune?why?

Polnareff held my face in his hands and wiped away the tears on my face, but when I saw his vicissitudes of life, his nose was sour, and the tears flowed again.

"Okay, okay, I'm still on the street, don't feel bad for Lixi, I'm fine." Polnareff squeezed my face hard.

I don't know why, I feel distressed and wronged, but I just can't stop, sobbing, I said: "Okay... what's the matter... you are... all in a... wheelchair! Silver... silver chariot!"

Really... I can't go on, who can see him so nonchalantly!I made up my mind in my heart that I must find the murderer who made Polnareff become like this, and cut him to pieces!

In the end, I, a man with sound legs, tremblingly returned to the hotel with Polnareff's support... I'm ashamed again!

The author has something to say:

Bobo!The first time I saw him in the fifth part, he was really holding a knife!