[JOJO] Cream Risotto

Bugarati is right, Naples is really simple.

This simple and simple folk custom refers to the fact that after I sent the robber who was kicked into a vegetative state to the hospital, when he came out to take a breath, the kid almost took his wallet away.

Are all the little devils in Italy so brave?

I remember when I was in high school in Tokyo, I walked from Tokyo Tower to Disney, and all the way there were people bowing to me with bad respect.

Although it is only four months since I graduated from high school, I stayed in Morioh in Sendai for the first three months, and I came to Naples last month just to adapt to life in advance for the start of school in September... Asian girls look easy to bully ?

With lessons learned from the past, this time I didn't dare to kick him vigorously, but grabbed the thief's collar with one hand.

After all, the police were waiting for me in the hospital. Although the whole street saw that the robber rushed up to grab my mobile phone, I kicked him in self-defense and kicked him against the wall. Yes, but follow-up work still needs to be done.But I have to say that the walls in Italy are stronger than the walls in Japan. People are knocked into vegetative states, and the walls are only broken a little.

Embarrassingly, however, their clothes were not very strong.

The kid on the opposite side and I fell silent at the same time, he stopped struggling, and I carefully loosened the shirt that I had torn off a large piece with my bare hands, and let the whole jacket fall lightly to the ground under the force of gravity.

The figure of this brat...is unexpected.

Half a minute later, seeing someone turn around at the corner of the street to witness this not-so-subtle scene, I, an adult, quickly took off my sunscreen coat and threw it on him to avoid being misunderstood as a perverted beauty who molested minors on the street girl.

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However a problem occurred.

I saw a birthmark on the kid who was putting on my coat very cooperatively at this time, which should never have appeared on him.

Stars on shoulders.

I've seen this birthmark in many places, on my grandfather's, my mother's, my brother's, and my own shoulders.

So now I have to take this kid with me, and I plan to send the police away and ask about his family in detail later, but he seems to think that I am going to hand him over to the police, so the moment he sees the police, he directly Jumped out of the window on the second floor of the hospital and escaped.

If I had known I shouldn't have watched him cooperate and not grabbed him!

And my house keys are still in my coat pocket!

Damn italian kid!

Now that I think about it... that brat seems to be quite similar to my brother, maybe he is also a mixed race.Otherwise, please ask Bugarati to help me find it. Anyway, he is a rare and friendly local, and he seems to know everyone very well, so he may have an impression of such a kid.

But the top priority is to deal with these policemen first. Just now I have withdrawn a large amount of money from the ATM on the first floor, plus I am willing to pay the medical expenses for this vegetative robber, and I have troublesome foreign student status, let alone myself. defensive……

Look, now the cops just hand over all the robber's suitcases to me.

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After paying again a huge amount of hospital bills enough to keep the mugger alive until next Christmas, I dangled out of the hospital with my suitcase, ready to go to Bugarati to complain - he himself said that he was always available when he was in trouble For those looking for him, family problems are a big trouble.

After that, I have to think about how to enter the door without the key. If I can't find the kid to get the key back, am I going to break in?After all, I live on the fourth floor, so it is not realistic to open the windows, and I am worried about the lock-picking company here. I would rather change the door directly than find a lock-picking company.

Or... maybe I can logically spend the night at that person's house?Anyway, he lived in a house under my name.

I have to say that I did the right thing when I came to Italy to buy some houses and shops. Not only did I meet Bugarati, who was resident in that Italian restaurant, but also became the landlord who had a crush on him... Does this mean that I have some economic savvy?

Anyway, my grandfather said that I should inherit the Joestar family's property. After all, my brother likes playing with water more than engaging in real estate.

But it's still early, so let's go to Bugarati to have a meal and talk about the setbacks in life.

I hailed a taxi, sat down and violently opened the locked suitcase. I don’t know why the robbers would carry such a well-made combination box, so I had to use some double strength to break the lock.

Inside the box were some clothes, a passport, and a laptop.The passport is indeed his own photo. I rummaged through his clothes, and I was quite surprised to find that there was a hollowed-out mesh shirt inside—I didn’t expect that the robber looked so young that he was fine, no wonder the nurse at the hospital After helping him change into the hospital gown, his expression was so delicate.

... Even the way the driver looked at me became quite subtle.

I didn't bother to explain that it wasn't my suitcase, then opened what appeared to be a sweater and was not too surprised to find that it was a cutout on the chest.It's just that there was a delicate and small brooch pinned to the sweater, which was my favorite style. I simply took it off and played with it a few times in my hand... But the driver's expression changed again.

"Isn't it?" I muttered softly.

You’ve seen hollowed-out net clothes, but what’s an open-chest sweater?

I twitched the corners of my mouth, smiled friendlyly at the driver, stuffed the badge back into the suitcase, and then closed the box—the quality of the box is really good, even though the locks were broken by me violently, the box still looks like It was tightly buckled as if nothing had happened.

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Shocked, it must be because I encountered too many unlucky things today, so God gave me a little compensation.

Usually when I take a taxi, the driver will increase the fare several times because of my Asian face. Of course, the result is that I punch the steering wheel and beg me for a lot of money. It doesn't matter if you give the real price and say you won't pay.

Then I gave him a lot of tips when I was happy.

As a result, I was seen by Bujarati who happened to be passing by. He stopped the driver who was about to leave, and asked me if I encountered an unreasonable asking price again, in other words, extortion.

Speaking of which, the first time I saw Bugarati was in a similar situation. A few gangsters who claimed to be "big brothers" and probably got sucked up blocked me in an alley when I was new here, and asked for money. Want to touch me... If Bugarati came later, I would probably crush the fifth limbs of those people.

Woohoo, if my mother knows my great achievements, she will be very happy to praise me for having the demeanor of my brother back then.

"No, that's a tip. I'm happy today."

I waved to the driver to let him go, and he rushed out as if he was being chased by Godzilla-but Bugarati and I were just grown-up, kind-looking young people, God knows what he was doing afraid of what.

Or, is the deterrent effect of the hollow net clothing really so great?

The author has something to say:

・Stayed in Naples for a month and still doesn't know anything about the local gangsters, the cream sister is unexpectedly dull in a sense hhh

·Following the previous three chapters of Goruta's younger sister who raised the priest's ashes, Creamy Sister has achieved the achievement of sending the boss to heaven in another chapter

Of course, the boss is not cool, and Sister Butter will need him to take the blame in the future ()

·Suddenly inspired to write () update with the fate, for the captain's big | chest rush——