[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

Mori Ogai, where did you find such a murderous shamisen-playing young lady?

Looking at the beautiful sister in front of me in a kimono, with red nails and geisha hair, I have the illusion that she will pull out a knife from the handle of the shamisen and chop me and Mori Ogai together .

It's also possible that it's not an illusion.

"Is there Melo?" I decided to ignore this feeling and continue to persecute Mori Ogai.

"Yes." He took out a bottle expressionlessly.

"Oh no," I said.

The corners of his mouth twitched desperately.

"There's champagne."

"...Yes." He replied as if resisting the urge to cut me with a scalpel.

"Then I want marble soda."

"..."

I know, I know, that twitching corner of your eye and twitching eyebrow betrays what you're trying to say.

While I was sipping soda, he seemed to finally suppress the urge to strangle me by taking a deep breath, "I heard... Miss Yamada was admitted to the Faculty of Medicine? Why..." His eyes There was that disgusting, calculating light in his eyes, "Would you choose to be a doctor?"

To treat hair loss.

Of course, it is impossible for me to answer him that way.

After all, this guy's questioning is by no means a trick, but purely to express the fact that "I also know you a little bit", just like he prepared soda instead of wine for me at the beginning. It's to tell me that he's a soda-drinking kid compared to me.

I'm not wrong, but it's just annoying, this guy.

"Of course it's because..." I crossed my legs and nestled in the sofa chair in a comfortable position, looking at the sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, "Because I'm worried that one day, my personal doctor will suddenly become very interested. , wiped my neck with a knife."

The moment my words came out, I could clearly feel that the temperature in the whole room had dropped by one or two degrees, and even the rhythm of the young lady playing the shamisen with her fingers stopped slightly for a fraction of a second. one second.

But this kind of subtle murderous aura is not enough to make me uncomfortable. After all, the murderous aura released by that bastard Li Baoen every time he trains is real and not discounted.

"Just kidding." I took a sip of the soda, and there was a "click" in my heart, "The doctor I am now is the ultimate libertine, a hopeless nympho who splits his legs into flavored seaweed, compared to him someday I was idle and bored and wiped my neck, and I was even more worried that he would be divided into more than 2000 points of tempura someday." After all, this guy is the only one in the world who is wanted for cheating.

"Hehe, you are really humorous." Mr. Mori said with a smile.

"Compared to this, why hasn't the beautiful little brother who accompanied the wine arrived yet?"

"There is no such thing." Mr. Mori put his hand on his chin, with a very fake smile on his face, "No."

"whispering sound."

I had no intention of withholding the ammunition they wanted. If he wanted the ammunition, of course I would give it to them without hesitation. After all, this matter was originally a struggle within their port mafia, and I have no interest in caring who they are The superior is the boss.

In other words, compared to other people, I think Mori Ogai, as the boss of the port mafia, may be better for this city where supernatural beings are rampant.

But he hasn't mentioned anything about business so far, so I think he might be trying to get money out of me.

I'm not going to let anyone take money out of my mouth.

Because of the previous attack, Mori Ogai arranged for me to live in the headquarters building of the port mafia.

I think this may be another conspiracy of his, but in this, my personal safety can be guaranteed, so I don't care much about what he wants to do.

Anyway, it's just a small move to eliminate dissidents.

I can basically guess what he wants to do, and I can almost do it if it were me.

"Excuse me." Someone knocked on my door.

I haven't showered yet, and I'm still wearing the same student skirt as before. After all, I'm still a student now, so there's nothing wrong with wearing a student skirt.And my luggage was also destroyed in the previous attack, and then I went directly to Mori Ogai's dinner. I didn't have time to buy clothes. I don't have a change of underwear now.

I opened the door and stuck my head out, and saw Mr. Hirotsu standing outside the door with a straight posture. In fact, I have always had a good impression of this type of old gentleman. After all, when I was in dire straits, there were only Coyote and Visconti. There is a little bit of human warmth.

That playwright old holy father of Jiudaimu doesn't count, he is too humane.

Mr. Hirotsu held a bag in his hand, "Your luggage was damaged in the previous attack, so the boss asked me to give this to you."

I reached out and took it. This type of paper bag should be a change of clothes, right?After that, check for bugs, GPS and the like.

"Excuse me." I nodded.

"Then, I won't disturb your rest." He nodded slightly and left.

I shrank back, took the clothes out of the big bag, and looked at it blankly.

what……

this style.

It's a Lolita dress.

It can't be worn on the body, this kind of thing.

I put the little foreign skirt aside with a blank expression.

This rubbish, you don't even give me underwear if you give me a small dress, do you want me to run in a vacuum?It really is rubbish.

Abnormal, lolicon, the lowest.

While muttering all the perverted words I can think of to describe Mori Ogai, I decided to sell new underwear tomorrow-fortunately, I took my credit card with me.

Just be patient today.

Thinking of this, I reluctantly got into bed.

It really was the fault of that orange-haired brat during the day, don't let me catch him, or I'll let him feel the feeling of not having to change his underwear.So I closed my eyes while simulating in my mind what I would do if I caught that brat.

As a result, not long after the eyes closed, I heard a slight "click".

Someone is picking the lock.

...Isn't it rubbish Mori Ogai, in the headquarters of the port mafia there will also be people who slip through the door and pick the lock?I thought that the situation of authentic tunnels everywhere in Pengo Li's headquarters was already very sand sculptures, but I didn't expect you to be better than sand sculptures.

I thought for a while, got out of the quilt, took the bed sheet, and stood on the wall by the threshold with the fire of dead energy.

The door opened slightly, and a thin, sneaky figure appeared at the door, carrying something in his hand.

next second.

I covered him with a sheet.

One, meal, poison, beat.

"Yeah daddy, yeah daddy." The lockpicker made an eighteen-forbidden voice.

I stretched out my hand and lifted the sheet, and the kid inside had a plaster cast on his hand—maybe it’s going to be cast again, his leg is wrapped in a bandage—maybe he’s going to be cast, his head is also wrapped in a bandage, a disabled person— I think he might be in ICU after tonight.

I shut the door, turned on the light, and wondered if I could put him in the wall if he didn't get over it.

"It hurts, hurts... It seems that this won't work..." The beating doll lying on the ground made a sound of being alive, and I looked indifferently at the things in his hand that I hadn't noticed just now.

what.

It's underwear.

Brand-new.

He got up trembling, and spat out a mouthful of blood, "It really hurts too much to be beaten to death, no, no, no."

no problem?You are vomiting blood.

Also, judging from your speech, I found out that you came to pick my lock on purpose, and you were beaten severely. Why do you think I will directly beat you to death? !

Oh... that's right, generally speaking, normal women would advocate beating a guy who runs into a girl's room with his underwear.

"Ah, I'm here to deliver Mr. Mori's underwear..." He said slowly, putting all the blame on Mori Ogai.

No, do you think I'll feel guilty when you say that? I won't at all. No matter what you're here for, wouldn't it be normal for you to steal a girl's door at night and beat her up?

I looked at him, he looked at me, and then I looked at the panties he was holding.

"Ah, ah, really," he said shamelessly, without any desire to survive, "you beat up the messenger who came to deliver the things, didn't you even apologize?"

All I care about is if your spit blood will stain my change of underwear.

I thought about it and decided not to pick up on him.

This type is a bit like me, the more embarrassed and angry, the more excited the other party is, the more he wants to die, so the best way to deal with it is to completely ignore him.

Just when he reached out to pick up the fat man on the ground, I grabbed him by the collar without hesitation, threw him out of my room, threw him out, closed the door, and locked it.

All in one go.

Don't have a little hesitation, if you hesitate, you will be entangled in brown sugar.

Although they are about the same age, the little ghost during the day today is completely different from this little ghost exuding the smell of sticky black stinky mud. The temperament of that kid during the day is a little more sunny.

I glanced at the clock on one side. It was already nine o'clock in the evening. I had to go to bed early and get up early. It would be perfect to do aerobics tomorrow morning.

Before Mori Ogai opened his mouth, I acquiesced that he wanted to get the batch of arms from me, instead of taking out the money that the previous generation spent in vain.

I'm pretty good at playing dumb.

As for the kid I threw out, I thought about it and left a message to Mr. Guangjin who had left me his contact information before, asking him to take him away.

It should be... there is no such thing as a broken rib inserted into the lung, I think I still have a sense of proportion.

At least, I didn't die - zero broke through him.