I'm such a big son

"Hey, hey... Rimbaud, what are you doing!"

The little boy with orange hair stood outside the door and raised his hand to knock.

Tsk, it's troublesome for a woman to go out. It's only a two- to three-hour drive from Yokohama to Tokyo.

If others dare to let him stand like this, there will be no good fruit to eat, but this woman... Forget it.

I am such a filial son!

The boy leaned against the wall facing the door, he couldn't wait...

There was a buzzing sound in the room, as if the owner had pushed something into it somewhere, and then the door opened, and Zhong Yuan, who was so impatient that he was thinking about whether to "invite" someone with his supernatural power, was also stunned.

His adoptive person, Miss Rimbaud, who usually doesn't look very trim, dresses in an indescribable style and is super afraid of the cold... She even changed into a red dress.

Honestly, it's beautiful.

She already had a tall figure with delicate eyebrows, and the red dress made her look so white that it was almost transparent. Her long black hair hung down in curly curls that had been deliberately arranged. Going out like this would probably cause traffic jams.

Rimbaud endured the trembling all the way to the entrance and combed his hair again and again. When he passed by Zhongye in the Central Plains, the boy smelled the perfume.

"Shouldn't you be so exaggerated, it's just an entrance ceremony...you were like this last year, no one was paying attention to the ceremony!"

Although he said so on his mouth, his expression was full of joy.

It is true that the son does not dislike the mother's ugliness, but the son will not have any objection to the mother's special efforts to increase her reputation.

While trembling, Rimbaud took out the car keys from the drawer, looked sideways at his adopted son, and grunted.

"You won't make a fuss about dropping out of school anymore, will you!"

"what?"

Nakahara Zhong also raised his finger and rubbed his cheek, feeling ashamed of his willful outburst last time: "I just don't want to be a roommate with mackerel, and I don't want to be a schoolmate with that guy... Four years! Resist not to beat him to death It's just too difficult!"

"Well, whatever you want."

The overly long hair slid down to cover his sight, Rimbaud pushed them back of his head and replied vaguely, "I'm almost an adult, don't let the school suddenly call me to look for you, I'm so scared I almost missed the target."

"..."

The boy put down his hands and rolled his eyes: "That's why you should retire. Really, you still run around outside every day when you are old."

The adoptive son complained about her age, but she was actually only about [-] years old. The still young lady finally took care of herself, put one hand on the doorknob, and looked back at the brat who spoke unforgivingly: "Do you want to be beaten?" ?”

Well, all the women in the world don't want to be talked about age harshly, and it is definitely the treatment only for sons if they don't directly start fighting in the subspace.

OK, I shut up.

Why is there such a wonderful situation of restraint of this attribute!

Mr. Zhongyuan, who could piss Newton to death, had nothing to say. He raised his legs and walked behind to lock the door. Miss Rimbaud had already started the engine and turned on the heater in the car and stopped on the side of the road to wait for him.

Warm breeze...it's the end of August...

"You're driving too slowly!"

He complained and got into the passenger seat, and put on his seat belt very law-abidingly. Rimbaud's answer was to roll up the window on his side, and drive the car out of the side road in a steady manner.

"Don't drive the car against the wall all the time, it will scare people."

The woman chatted lightly, looking forward with full concentration.

Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned on the seat, very worried about Rimbaud's survival after he entered school: "There are bread, milk and eggs in the refrigerator. Remember that eggs cannot be stuffed into the microwave oven. It is best to boil them in water. Don't pour a whole pot of water Go cook an egg... omelette... Forget it, otherwise I don't want to move to live near the school, I will come back sooner or later to cook for you, and you can order takeaway at noon."

Miss Lan Bo, who was handicapped at the tenth level, snorted, "Stay honestly at school, you can't die if you only eat bread and milk."

"..."

What a stubborn old woman!

His good intentions were rejected, the boy turned sideways with a "crash" and turned his back to Rimbaud, expressing the meaning of "I'm angry" to the fullest.

Little brat, you're quite hot-tempered!

The cold war between mother and child didn't last long. Half an hour later, Zhong also felt that it was almost over, so he turned back and sat straight ahead again. The car had already left the urban area and drove on the highway to Tokyo.

"I see the next way."

There is something called electronic navigation in this world, but it is a pity that someone is always too lazy to use it.

"Tokyo...National...Gaiwai..." The orange dumbo shook his head, and after determining the best route, the young man put his phone on the left side of the steering wheel and glanced again: "You..."

...Do you really not suffer from heat stroke?

He has been thinking about this question for a year and a year. The guardian even threw his old textbooks into the fireplace to keep warm, probably because it was really cold...

Alas... I feel tired.

"I'm graduating soon, the French department, it's like giving away for free. You... Take it easy, don't take orders anymore. Raise flowers at home and feed the cats, and when I graduate, I will support you. Mr. Sen's salary Pretty high."

He was rambling on, secretly watching Rimbaud's expression while describing his future plans.

Surprisingly, he was very patient and listened very carefully.

After listening to the boy's messy expression, she nodded: "Understood, I will retire after you graduate."

"Oh, and also, you lock the door at home..." Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered her occupation and force value. What he should be worried about is actually the other side!

"I'll definitely be home on the weekend, what do you want to eat?"

Having been dependent on each other for so many years, Zhong also felt that his cooking skills were easier than his abilities...

Rimbaud followed the navigation and drove the car off the highway. The traffic was slow, so she put her hands on the steering wheel and turned around to look at the orange-haired boy: "Don't worry so much, I can order takeaway. The restaurants in Chinatown taste good."

"It's you yourself, don't beat Osamu Dazai when you're drunk. Mr. Mori called just because of this, and said that the child was beaten by you so that he hid in the quilt and cried... Even if you beat him, you can change the candidate, and always grab someone Don't you bother me that it's just endless?"

This kind of speech is definitely a bear parent who spoils his children.

Zhong Yuanzhong also scratched his hair: "I know, that mackerel really deserves to be beaten... always puts himself in a weak position, hides in dark corners, unexpectedly shows his fangs and bites others fiercely. His character is too bad, I hate him!"

Of course Rimbaud knew that she had always stayed away from such players with full IQ points.However, she wouldn't talk too much about the fights between children, and she wouldn't even bring up the topic if Mori Ogai hadn't called.

Whether it's Osamu Dazai or Mr. Mori, they are all the type who can eat people without spit out bones.Zhonghui would go all the way to beat up Osamu Dazai, there must be other factors besides the addition of alcohol—after all, she wouldn’t suddenly think about beating someone while walking, her adopted son is not a violent person mad.

"If you ignore him, you won't be fooled."

This is the wisdom that comes from the accumulation of life experience, and Miss Rimbaud passed it on to her son.

"...It really sounds like irresponsible perfunctory, hey!"

The teenager who felt that he didn't get support and approval puffed up his cheeks, "Next time, just kill him!"

Rimbaud's answer was to give a series of numbers: "This is the head price of Dazai Osamu on the black market. If you are killed, remember to collect it. It counts as your pocket money."

This number is no longer as simple as it is exciting. Counting the zeros after it will make you understand how difficult this head is.

"..."

After spitting out a string of ellipses, Zhong also skipped this topic and discussed something he was more interested in——

——"I heard that Mori Ogai tried to ask you to go to the concert together? And last time I heard someone mentioned that there was a samurai wandering downstairs, what's the situation! Even if you want to marry, you have to let me help you pay attention, don't meet scum again, let me tell you, you really can't see men well..."

"……Do you tube!"

Her ears were red, but fortunately, the destination was close in front of her eyes, and she could pretend that she didn't hear anything.

……

The biggest highlight of this year's entrance ceremony for freshmen at Tokyo National University of Foreign Studies is not the chosen ones who stand out through multiple selections, but the "parents" of a certain freshman.

The charming lady sits in the middle of the seats reserved for spectators, setting off a dusty backdrop of parents sending their children to school.

Whose sister is this?She's such a beauty, to attend my younger brother's school opening ceremony for his parents?

The bright red long dress, black hair and red lips, like a raging fire unscrupulously broke into the line of sight, and turned away without hesitation, leaving the imaginative men behind like a pair of shoes.

The colder her expression was, the more people yearned for it. Many people had completely forgotten to listen to what the student representatives had to say, and just wanted to sneak another look at her.

On the podium, the faces of freshman representatives became more and more stinky.

The small orange-haired boy resisted the idea of ​​using his supernatural powers to mess things up, and accelerated his reading of the manuscript.

After reading a few more words, he saw someone take out his mobile phone and squeeze it against Rimbaud's chest, and he threw out the papers in his hand in an instant.The young man shattered the low table in front of him with his palm and roared, "You bald, wretched uncles, do you want to die! Stay away from me!"

"..."

A few crows flew over in response to the occasion, and the scene was dead silent, and the atmosphere could no longer be described as embarrassing.

The angry freshman representative saw that everyone stopped, so he turned around and pulled out a few pages of limp manuscript paper from the ground in satisfaction, and continued to read. After reading, he looked around like a normal person.

Immediately, a smart person reacted and gave thunderous applause. All the participants pretended to have collective amnesia and applauded together, and no one dared to do anything rude to that respectable lady.

Rimbaud: Huh?what happened?Since everyone is applauding, it seems that she appreciates it very much. Her son is really her pride!

……

"I'm going back now. The house is in your name, and you can use it as you like. Take care of yourself and call if you need anything."

Miss Rimbaud, who had changed back into thick clothes as soon as the entrance ceremony was over, raised her hand to rub her adopted son's hair. This kid also likes to worry about others too much, so cute and silly.

The cubs brought out from the scene of the explosion were almost independent.

Rimbaud, who suddenly had an "old man" mood, watched the boy wave his hand into the campus to say goodbye to her, and drove back to Yokohama alone.

The back view is inexplicably a little more lonely and bleak.

The car was speeding all the way, and two hours later, Rimbaud saw a big boy holding a balloon and eating ice cream and "waving" with a foot.

"Cakahara Zhongya finally went to school~ Oh, my detective is lost, you send me back, and I still want to eat the cat's claw cake from the whirlpool coffee shop!"

He unceremoniously opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

Holding the hydrogen balloon in his arms, Edogawa Ranpo, who is actually a young man, put down the window of the car and continued to eat ice cream.

"Armed detective agency downstairs? Got it."

Rimbaud turned the steering wheel to change direction, and the car with good performance immediately turned around.

……

Time passed quickly, and Nakahara Chuya's studies were completed at a jaw-dropping speed.Although there is a special situation where French is almost his mother tongue, he is more worried about whether such a big adoptive mother will have any accidents if he stays at home alone...

Miss Rimbaud was only in her early thirties, and he was really worried that one day he would find some strange alien creature in the living room when he returned home...

Last year, a stupid foreigner came to Yokohama, and it was the squinting-eyed detective from the Armed Detective Agency who came to sue him before he knew someone wanted to be his father...

Of course, in the end, Ms. Rimbaud got rid of this "suiter" by herself - but Mr. Nakahara was very angry about the fact that she had concealed it beforehand.

Are you planning to hide the truth from raw rice and cook mature rice!

What about the trust between mother and child?

Given the existence of such "criminal records", one cannot blame Zhong Ye for worrying indiscriminately.

Of course, Ms. Rimbaud was also going to attend the graduation ceremony, and a large group of irrelevant people appeared at the same time—for example, mackerel who was admitted to the University of Tokyo but was dismissed because of too many bad things and insufficient attendance; There is Mori Ogai, the extreme boss who once raised fish and was fired by fish, and Ozaki Koye who has always taken care of him; the little girl Ozaki Koyo recently adopted, and even the little girl's boss, coughing endlessly young man in black.

"Congratulations, Mr. Zhongye."

Mori Ogai was still very happy. This outstanding employee who had booked was really outstanding beyond his imagination.

Who said that PortMafia doesn't have highly educated talents, the boss also wants to save face, okay?A group of illiterate subordinates, he has been ridiculed for a long time by his old rival, the farming chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and now he finally has a day of pride.

"Thank you!"

The orange-haired young man who had finished his studies responded to his congratulations, and without even looking at it, he stuffed the bouquet in his hand to a classmate who was close by and had no time to speak.It was obviously a depression in the crowd, but the aura was not small at all.

He walked up to Rimbaud and looked up at her, with a very proud expression on his face: "What you say, retire!"

"Well, yes."

Miss Rimbaud didn't think there was anything wrong, "Go back and give you the hat. It was given by my adoptive father. Now you are more suitable for it than me."

That old but fun black bowler hat?

Young people are always curious, and he has wanted that hat for a long time.

Miss Rimbaud, who decided to retire from the killer business, drove up. Hongye smiled and came over to congratulate her, and then got into the car behind with her adopted daughter and the young man in black.Mr. Mori's movements were smooth and smooth, and he took the seat of Zhongya's co-pilot without any embarrassment, and smiled meaningfully.

"Miss Rimbaud, I entrust your safety to you."

Although upset but embarrassed to lose his temper at the future boss, Nakahara could only sit in the back seat, followed by a tall young man in a sand-colored windbreaker.

——He is the tallest among the people in this car. When he sat in the back seat, he slumped on the backrest without any image, moaning and dragging his voice: "Miss Rimbaud, please send me back to the detective agency directly. If not Mr. Ranpo went on a business trip to Kyushu and the president specifically explained this matter. I really don’t want to congratulate the slug on graduating from university. The education in this country is probably over, even a slug with a brain full of muscles can complete higher education.”

"Get off, you mackerel!"

Zhong Yuan, who was forced to sit next to him, was also unwilling, not because he thought that Rimbaud bought the car and definitely kicked him out.

Halfway through the yelling, he suddenly remembered something, and showed a malicious sarcasm smile: "Ah-ha--! A certain person was kicked out of the school directly. It's because of jealousy. This face is really interesting."

Lan Bo hurriedly reminded his silly son before he continued to talk to "the root of all evil" and fell into the trap: "Chuya, what do you want to eat, I will drive the car directly after I think about it."

By the way, warn Osamu Dazai to be ready to be thrown out of the speeding car if he dares to bully others in front of her.

The black-haired young man immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, closed his mouth and calmed down.

Zhong Yuan, who was protected from the calf, also felt balanced, leaning on the car window to look at the scenery outside, just pretending that the other person did not exist.

The car continued to move forward smoothly, and it would enter the Yokohama area in an hour.The last exit of the tunnel was just around the corner, and Miss Rimbaud suddenly turned sharply. The pale golden subspace unfolded for a few seconds and then disappeared. At the moment of the explosion, she first threw her son out, then her son's future boss, and the last one... a bit troublesome , The passive triggering of [Disqualification in the World] is not under the control of Osamu Dazai himself.

The barrier of the subspace unfolded again, the golden palace flickered for a few seconds, and the falling rocks in the tunnel quickly blocked the exit.

"□□."

Osamu Dazai got up and looked in a certain direction after rolling around on the ground, he probably caught someone's exposed fox tail.

A blond girl appeared behind Mori Ogai to warn, and Nakahara Chuya radiated red light all over his body. The falling rocks on the ground violated the laws of physics, and they floated up and piled up where they were not in the way. Flying out...then stood there in a daze.

The blasted and flattened family car burned quietly at the bottom of the tunnel. There was no sign of life in the entire area, but there was no blood or limbs either. Miss Rimbaud just disappeared like a living person.

Ominous red spots crawled up the orange-haired youth's skin, and the next second his black-haired friend reached out to stop things from getting worse: "Calm down, Chuya, Miss Rimbaud must be alive."

"No one really understands the true face of [Colorful Painting Collection] until now. The particularity of the space ability even breaks through the axioms and laws. I think we should go to the Ability Secret Service Section first, what do you think?"

Finally calmed down, Chuya Nakahara withdrew his ability and looked at Mori Ogai: "Boss, please allow me to investigate this assassination. I want to crush the planner's bones inch by inch."

"Then, welcome to become an official member of PortMafia, Nakahara Chuya."