I'm such a big son

"Master Ah Gang, when you go to do something or do something, please add the preposition to if you connect the word expressing the place, such as gotoschool; if you connect the word expressing the action, do not add it, such as goshopping, here the verb needs to be transformed into a noun form. Of course , there is an exception, please memorize it, gohome."

Rimbaud sat at the table wearing flat glasses he got from no one knew where, explaining the English test papers with red ticks to Tsunayoshi Sawada.Who dares to teach him French when he is so old and still learning English like this... This child will run out of the room crying, probably.

The whole line of the test paper was red, and the big 27 made Gangji unable to say "no".

There is not much content in the test paper, and there are only a few common knowledge points that junior high school students can come into contact with. The reason why it is difficult to remember is that they cannot be understood without practical application.

But you can't be confused like this!

She had heard that there was a ghost in another mafia family in Italy who couldn't learn three times seven, and she always thought it was a joke. She never thought that this kind of thing would really happen to a full-time student.

An hour later, Mrs. Sawada's warm greeting sounded downstairs, and Mr. Sawada upstairs was dying.

Mr. Rimbaud does not take out weapons to "educate" himself at any time like Reborn, but he accidentally mentioned with pride that the adopted child has skipped a grade from a waif who has never touched a page to become his peer, Peng Judaime of Gree said that the pressure was very high.

"Currently, French teaching is not suitable for you. It is better to learn English first to lay a solid foundation. As for other languages...you will naturally learn more after you inherit Vengley in the future."

Rimbaud calmly flattened Tsunaki's pitiful English test paper, which had been scribbled beyond recognition by a large number of letters.

The downstairs porch door was opened, and different footsteps entered the room one after another. Rimbaud stood up, and Tsuna stood up hurriedly.Li Baoen jumped on Gangji's head and sat down to express his gratitude to Rimbaud: "It's fortunate that Jiaguang found you, and I can relax occasionally. Attil, I'm glad to see that you are still alive."

"It's okay, I don't hate obedient children. I'm also happy to see you so energetic."

Teacher Rimbaud doesn't dislike obedient children, but what about disobedient children who are disliked?

Kill it directly!

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who silently acted as a mount to listen to their conversation, complained wildly in his heart.

Rimbaud waved his hand, he had already calmed down after the initial shock - it doesn't matter if the child is a little stupid, anyway, he is not from his own family, he is stupid if he is stupid, teach him slowly, he will always learn...

Facing her former friends, her attitude was very peaceful, so peaceful that even Reborn was a little surprised.This person originally had a personality that exploded at a point, could it be that he really became more stable when he got older?

The three of them reappeared in the living room of Sawada's house, and the long table was already full of people. When a few teenagers saw Tsunayoshi, they got up and said hello: "Judaime."

Rimbaud glanced at Nana Sawada, and found that she didn't even move her eyebrows, as if she was watching a group of naughty kids playing a mafia game... This understanding is correct, boys always fantasize that they are Heinous pirates, robbers, killers, and probably the mafia are also in this range.

——When they grow up, they don’t necessarily think so. Most people will go to school, graduate, work, get married, have children, and eventually become a happy and ordinary social animal.

"This is the French teacher hired by my father, Mr. Rimbaud."

Tsuna introduced today's host and guest to his companions. Rimbaud leaned forward slightly with one hand behind his back and his right hand on his chest: "Bonjour, Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud."

The perfect etiquette, textbook-like gentlemanly performance and very reliable temperament won the favor of the teenagers.A little boy in a cow-like one-piece bodysuit, with cow-shaped horns and an afro head stood on a stool while jumping and raising his hands in a milky voice, shouting, "Master Rambo is here too!"

In terms of pronunciation, there is really no difference between the two names. Rimbaud lowered his eyes and glanced at the little thing: "The Povino family?"

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm) Lord Rambo's goal is to defeat Reborn, how about you?"

The five-year-old's declaration of war did not elicit any reaction from Reborn, and Rimbaud smiled and said nothing.Don't look at Reborn's big-headed baby now, even Rimbaud would not be willing to make an enemy of him before he was cursed.

"Now I just hope that Master Ah Gang will score at least [-] points in the next monthly English test."

And... really, a very realistic goal.

"Feel sorry……"

Tsuna was dejected, and then he was punched by Reborn and almost fell to the ground.

The teenagers gathered around the table and laughed at Tsunayoshi's test with only 27 points. The kind ridicule was quickly replaced by wave after wave of encouragement, and the sound of "Judaimu" was heard endlessly. Rimbaud suddenly felt that Iemitsu Sawada might be worrying too much up.

This child has a rare talent, the kind of talent that brings together elites from all walks of life to live in harmony.Perhaps this is the mysterious and mysterious "big space" attribute of the leaders of the generations of Peng Ge, and ordinary people really can't learn it, but his words should be able to blaze a special path in the inner world, even far beyond the expectations and imagination of the predecessors .

After dinner, Rimbaud rejected Mrs. Sawada's warm invitation to stay, and raised his hand to bid farewell: "Don't worry, madam, I rented a house not far from Sawada's house, so I don't have to worry about accommodation and expenses. When the master is away, adult Men are not suitable for staying overnight. I will stay in Bingsheng for three days, and from now on I will come over regularly every weekend to teach English for Mr. A Gang. This kid is not stupid, nor does he lack diligence and perseverance. As long as he is supervised a little, he will learn well .”

This speech is simply an outstanding representative of an excellent teacher. Mrs. Sawada drove her son out and asked him to send Mr. Rimbaud to the door of his house to show respect. Tsunayoshi Sawada’s mother had no choice but to put on her shoes and open the door to send Rimbaud out.

In the midst of the night, it was many times quieter than Yokohama, and the light of the street lights was also slightly dimmed. The boy walking under the lights looked up at the freshly baked teacher in black and black hair beside him: "That...Mr. Rimbaud... ..."

"what?"

"You and Reborn are old acquaintances?"

Rimbaud snorted softly: "That's right, if you have something to say, just say it."

The young man hesitated for a moment, and finally plucked up his courage: "I don't want to be the leader of some mafia..."

"Mafia, isn't it a criminal organization? I absolutely can't do those things in the movie..."

Can't tell, this kid is actually quite brave.

"Movies... To be honest, juveniles, the descriptions of the mafia in movies and literary works are either deliberately beautified or particularly demonized. Of course, you can completely regard us as evil spirits in human skin, but, Know that the world is not black and white. It's too early to tell, well... just know that you don't have a choice, Mafia is not a roleplaying game, you have to go forward and make the world your own The way you want. There is only one end to retreat, and that is death, and it is not limited to your death alone."

"Understood? Master Gangji."

The French teacher's voice was as cold as the night wind, and there was no conversation between the two for a long time.

Rimbaud soon came to the rented house, and the metal key made a crisp sound. She opened the lock and walked in. After taking a step, she heard the clear and gentle voice of the boy behind.

"Thank you, Monsieur Rimbaud. Thank you for telling me this."

Tsuna bowed solemnly: "Thank you for telling me that I can change the world into what I want."

"..."

So you only listen to what you want to hear?

"It's too late, let's go home."

In the end, she didn't say anything, just stood inside the door and watched Pengo Lie's Judaimu go away, then closed the door and turned back to rest - if she didn't rest, the dark circles under her eyes would come out ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Sawada Tsunayoshi was walking home alone. Mr. Rimbaud lived very close to his home, and within a few steps, he could see the warm lights, and his companions gathered under the lights were waving at him.

I really don't know what the mafia family that Mr. Rimbaud belongs to looks like, it's probably similar to Pengelie?Otherwise, there would not be such a mild-tempered senior cadre like Mr.

The thickness of the filter is so terrible... Those who were killed by Rimbaud in the past will definitely cry to death again when you say that, boy!

And Mr. Mori Ogaimori, the leader of PortMafia, who was coated with layers of apertures by the brain of Judaimu, is sitting in the office and counting the days with his fingers: "Hey, Alice, when do you think Miss Rimbaud will come back?" ?”

"Stupid Rintaro, Miss Rimbaud must have hated you so she refused to come back. It's all your fault!"

The little girl who was painting with an oil pastel quickly drew a graffiti of a family of "three", and happily held it up: "I will save it for Miss Rimbaud to show her when she comes back~"

"What, Vongola's Judaimu has not yet succeeded to the throne, and he is still a child about the same age as Dazai-kun. Could it be that women nowadays have rejected mature men and prefer young people who are still young? Do I look that old? ...Hey, Alice-chan?"

The black-haired man was lying on the desk and rolled around weakly, and the little girl gave him a disgusted look: "You are the one who caused Miss Rimbaud to work overtime frequently, and you are the one who made her spend on business trips, and now you are lying here crying And you, the useless, unlovable, awful uncle."

"It's really strict, Alice-chan... But for Miss Rimbaud, a dictator who gives her orders is better than a mentor who teaches her. She has passed the age of being guided, and there is nothing else There's no way to get close! Ah... I really want to know who her last boyfriend was. It's simply raising the difficulty to hell level, leaving no possibility for people who come later...Damn it, we put that person How about tying it up and chopping it up and throwing it into Tokyo Bay?"

At the end of the day, Mr. Zhang rubbed his chin and began to consider the feasibility of this matter, but was hit hard by his supernatural life form.

"It's not that good. Miss Rimbaud is an upright person, she won't like Lin Taro, a pervert like you!"

"Ah...why did I set you up like this in the first place...Sure enough, I still have to go the most traditional way, starting with asking for warmth? Maybe I should be more diligent and send some messages of concern to Miss Rimbaud Information rather than simply limited to work communication. Well, Alice, what do you think of 'drink more hot water'? I saw that there was a leaderboard that put this sentence to the first position."

Alice: ...I'm just an innocent life form with supernatural powers!I am too difficult!