I'm such a big son

The owner of the restaurant specially opened the original painting room of the villa for the use of the two "parents" who each dragged their families to eat together.

——The atmosphere suddenly became very strange.

Ms. Rimbaud was expressionless, and there were four children sitting beside her, from low to high, which looked like mobile phone signals; Mr. Fukuzawa had a serious face, and there were three sitting beside her, showing no sign of weakness.

If you ignore the decorations on the table, those who don't know will think this is some kind of weird negotiation scene.

"Could it be a family dinner... or a blind date?"

The atmosphere was too weird, and the waiter hid in the back kitchen and couldn't help whispering.

In order to take care of the eating habits of the islanders, Rimbaud handed over the menu to the guests, and Mr. Fukuzawa gave the beautifully bound booklet to Luanbu who lay on the table and looked at the colored lights through the crystal wine glass without even looking at it.

"Snacks? I want to see!"

He took out the status of investigating the case and carefully studied the coloring page, looked left and right and put down the booklet: "This, this and this, don't want it, everything else is required!"

Rimbaud was noncommittal. She had seen people who ate sweets as a meal, so there was nothing to be surprised about.

Others said that it doesn't matter what they eat, as long as the host decides.

The long-haired woman closed the menu and handed it directly to the waiter: "Order according to the most popular ones of the season, half cooked."

The waiter bowed and retreated, and soon the pre-dinner bread and salad were delivered one by one.

No matter how big or small, children start to eat hard.

The Kunikida boy lowered his glasses at first, as if he really wanted to open his mouth to say a few words of greeting like an adult to break the embarrassment.However, who gave him a slap from behind, the yellow-haired boy immediately shut his mouth, lowered his head to keep in line with the others.

Rimbaud played with the table knife, and sipped a very playful smile under the orange light: "Mr. Fukuzawa is busy recently?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi twitched the corner of his mouth.He was really busy, and someone was one of the culprits of his busyness.

"I might be able to relax a lot if PortMafia was quieter."

"Then you can't say that to me, you have to find Mr. Sen, I'm just a part-time worker."

"However, although we are busy, there is nothing to complain about, we just cleaned up a bunch of bedbugs..."

Rimbaud put down the knife and picked up the spoon, and started to attack the espresso panna cotta that he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Europeans say that cooks should be from France, and lovers should be from Italy. Well... Actually, Italian desserts are also good."

Considering that the other party has a child, she cut out the part about the "lover" and did not say anything. She gave the man face today so that he would not appear too innocent in front of the cubs.

Mr. Fukuzawa is dressed in haori and carries a knife, sitting at the European-style dining table is always a little weird.

The lady took the initiative to raise the topic to release the signal of the conversation. The correct operation should be to continue the conversation along the topic... Unfortunately, Fukuzawa Yukichi is not a suitable person for chatting.

"What are your plans for the future education of the Akutagawa brothers and sisters?"

Like all responsible teachers, the first sentence he opened his mouth always revolved around the little disciple and her brother.

Rimbaud ate half of the panna cotta under the eyes of Luanbu before he put down his spoon and looked at the man who had been sitting upright: "I thought you were the teacher? You have the final say."

The yellow-haired boy glanced over frequently, even a dead man could sense his concern for Yin.

The bonds between fellow students, and the serious and responsible teachers, don't charge tuition fees, why not?

There was a surprise smile on Yin's little face, and she was ready to say goodbye-although she is young, it doesn't mean that the little girl is incapable of distinguishing, of course she can understand the subtle relationship between Miss Rimbaud and Mr. Fukuzawa. Different positions.

"Ryunosuke will send his younger sister there after school, and come back together at night; or I will leave it to my eldest son to pick me up, as long as you don't mind."

Rimbaud raised his eyelids, his bright brown eyes turned dark brown under the light.

Fukuzawa Yukichi...Of course he doesn't care, the parents of the students are so easy to talk, they immediately nodded their heads to express their understanding, and this topic is considered to be over.

Kunikida looked relieved, and Gin became more lively.

The friendship between children is really cute!

— Rimbaud took a glance and pretended he didn't see anything.

A sumptuous dinner ended in this silent atmosphere, and Mr. Fukuzawa kept his face full of worries.

Rimbaud naturally didn't want to make fun of himself, he just smiled and asked the guests if they liked the desserts after they were all eaten by Luanbu.The childish young man who was lying on the table and humming was too speechless, probably because he liked it.

"Miss Rimbaud... I recently heard a rumor from a friend. An old friend of yours seems to have the intention of moving to the Far East... Do you know?"

The twenty-five boys of the Supernatural Secret Service are all over the world, and there will always be some news. If he heard correctly... they are all from country F anyway, so they probably know each other...?

Rimbaud stopped playing with the spoon, his expression was a little unclear under the shadow of his long hair—"So, I see."

A few seconds later, the aura that suddenly became sinister on her body was cleaned up by me again, and the long-haired woman's lips hidden in the shadows were drawn up: "I owe you a lot of favors before I know it, Mr. Fukuzawa~"

"How should I pay back..." The silky voice gradually lowered, and Mr. Fukuzawa remembered the absurd flustered dream after blushing that day, and coughed indiscriminately with his fists: "No, it's just two children."

Rimbaud Dale, this oriental man with a serious face is really interesting - if you get close to it, you will close the shell tightly like a frightened shellfish, trying to make an old-fashioned and abstinent appearance.The inner activities are quite rich, and his face is trying to maintain a calm, unaware that the slightly drooping and then wandering eyes have completely betrayed the theater in his brain.

If you're not guilty, why don't you dare look at me?

She changed her posture, dipped in the red wine in the glass, drew a series of numbers on the napkin, and pushed it under the eyes of Mr. Fukuzawa, who seemed to be thinking about life.

There was some pomegranate wine on the tips of her slender fingers, revealing a shocking whiteness. Her wrist was very thin, and you could faintly see soft blue veins underneath. She didn't look like a senior mafia cadre at all, let alone a A brutal professional killer.

"Number, my personal~"

Mr. Fukuzawa just thought it was too difficult to eat this meal, and the lady opposite him was so vague that he didn't know what attitude to take... One second he was discussing the issue of children's education seriously, and the next second She seemed to be a different person, lazy and affectionate, and whispered softly as if she was acting like a baby to her lover.

It's really, really unpredictable...

Facing her, even the most devout religious believers would be distracted. Mr. Fukuzawa couldn't control his beating heart at all, forced himself to continue to work hard to maintain his image, and raised his hand to take the napkin from Rimbaud's fingertips—— The phone number of the student's parents, it is more strange to refuse than to accept, after all, Miss Rimbaud has never done anything to him, wouldn't it make her weak to overreact?

Mr. Fukuzawa tried his best to keep his eyes from drifting away, and when he raised his eyes, he bumped into a radiant bright brown.

"What's the matter with you?"

Miss Rimbaud stared at him with a half-smile, and the warm orange light cast a layer of human color on her.

cold career

Warm people

"No, nothing."

He heard himself answering like this, tense like a young boy.

The black-haired skinny boy on her right laughed silently, and was about to slip into the table precariously.

Behaving... so miserable?

Fortunately, most people didn't see his embarrassment at the moment. It's a pity that the teammates who could see it were too full to help him share the pressure.

Miss Lan Bo accepted it as soon as she saw it, and tapped lightly on her mobile phone: "You can call this number anytime."

She took out a black card, put it on a small plate and snapped her fingers.

The waiter appeared immediately, bowed down and saluted, picked up the plate and retreated. After a while, he brought up a plate of fruit with the waiter.

"Miss Rimbaud, your bill and invoice."

Rimbaud didn't bother to look at the string of expenses that would make ordinary civil servants cry, so he casually picked up the paper slip, stuffed it in his suit pocket and raised his glass.

Fukuzawa Yukichi picked up the untouched glass in front of him and responded, and the young people following the two of them came out one after another... To be honest, the atmosphere looked even weirder.

The waiter sent them out of the gate all the way, and the waiter who bowed and closed the door to deliver the fruit immediately came up and dragged him into the lounge: "Hey, did you find a match?"

"What's in the picture?"

"Hey? Didn't the guests dining in the painting room come for a blind date? Both parties even brought their children. I wonder if they will consider entrusting us to hold a wedding in the future? The man looks a little older, and the lady has four Children, you really cannot be judged by appearances."

"How many bets did you bet on..."

"……Hey Hey"

"..."

Rimbaud and Fukuzawa Yukichi walked in front side by side, bid farewell to each other at the intersection, and each turned away with a bunch of cubs.

Mr. Fukuzawa walked slowly towards the office with his sleeves wrapped up in an upright outfit. Kunikida boy hesitated for a moment but couldn't help asking: "Silver's adoptive mother... looks a little..."

"Kunikida, you ask too many questions, can't you see this kind of thing with your eyes? Do you have any brains..."

The squint-eyed young man in a detective cloak and deerstalker grinned, "She's not an ordinary woman."

"Lan Tang, she is a cadre of PortMafia, a former professional killer, 'Drunken Boat'."

Edogawa Ranpo didn't seem to realize what he said. He suddenly squatted down and picked up a small stick to poke a cicada that fell from a tree and was facing the sky.

The cicadas who come out to find friends this season have gradually completed their mission to reproduce, and you will see two or three within a few steps.Some have been completely stiff and reduced to food reserves for ants, and some can even kick their legs and flap their wings to amuse passing urchins.

"what!"

Kunikida boy's reaction was particularly strong, which made people feel a sense of accomplishment of "achieving the shock".

"Isn't that...!"

He turned to look at the teacher in a panic. Mr. Fukuzawa's expression was unmoved, but his ears moved quietly.

"There is no need to make a fuss. Compared with other PortMafia, 'Drunk Boat' at least still has reason and bottom line."

For example, do not kill cubs, for example, adopt orphans.

Also once worked in this line of work, the lone swordsman Yinlang said that he is not a person who laughs at fifty steps and laughs at one hundred steps.