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"Nakajima? Janos? Dun."

"Let me see your stomach."

Everyone was kicked, and there were obvious serious-looking bruises and jio marks on their stomachs.

The little boy was no exception.

Qiyu stretched out a finger and poked lightly, "Who on earth is so strong that he kicked you all. Fortunately, it's not too serious, otherwise if there is any internal injury, you will have to disembowel and check."

It should be that the person who jioed did not kill, otherwise the injury would not be so light.

"Teacher, I don't know who kicked me." Nakajima? Janos? Dun, clutching his stomach aggrievedly, "It's just like this when I woke up in the morning."

The little boy felt that he was about to be abandoned.

"We'll find out." Saitama pulled up the little boy, "I'll find you some clothes to change into first."

As an apprentice, why do you wear such tattered clothes, some places seem to be burnt,

Qiyu came back and looked through the closet and found new clothes that Nakahara Chuya hadn't worn.

"Try wearing this."

The ragged clothes on the apprentice are completely unacceptable, and they are thrown directly into the trash can.After putting on the new clothes, only the trouser legs and sleeves grew a little bit, and the rest of them were of suitable size.

Saitama walked around the apprentice, feeling a little fresh: it seemed that he had never seen the apprentice wearing Nakahara Chuya's clothes, and he didn't expect it to look like this.

"You intend to let him live here?"

The orange-haired boy looked at the little boy in his own clothes with disgust.

"He is my apprentice, so where does he live if he doesn't live here?" After Qiyu finished speaking, he suddenly became distressed again, "This is your place, and even I live here by borrowing."

It seems that the consideration is not thoughtful, something is not right, and it seems that everything is correct.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly became a little nervous, "Then let him stay."

"Machine without emotion. The mafia keeps recruiting."

"Hey, Mr. Mori has always wanted to recruit a little dwarf. If there is a little dwarf to go now, Mr. Mori should not be obsessed with the little dwarf anymore."

"You, answer, no, answer, yes."

Chuya Nakahara has always been the recruiter that Mori Ogai has always wanted to recruit. Although he has suffered several setbacks, he has never given up on this obsession.

And Nakajima Janos Dun is also an excellent supernatural user. Although he looks very inferior and cowardly, and even has crazy violence and hatred in his eyes, he has been trying his best to suppress it.

If such a person goes to the Mafia and completely releases the darkness in his heart, he will become the most perfect member of the Mafia.

Maybe it will be more suitable than Zhongyuan Zhongye.

However, the one who made the decision was obviously not Nakahara Chuya himself, nor Nakajima Janos Tun himself, but the third, completely ordinary boy that the Mafia would never recruit: Saitama.

My house is very small. In the past, Nakahara Nakaya was the only one to make do with it. Later, Saitama was taken in, and a lot of things were added slowly, making the house even smaller.

No, it seems wrong, where did the apprentice live before?

"I don't agree." Saitama directly helped the apprentice make a decision.

"Ah, the little dwarf has lost his chance to join the mafia. I promise, the mafia will assign you a huge house, and you can roll around in it. You don't have to worry about having no place to sleep, being thrown outside and sleeping , street, head nei."

"Being thrown out at night and sleeping outside alone, it's so miserable."

The mackerel rolled against the floor and rolled to Saitama's feet.

Saitama looked down at him, his kite-colored eyes reflected Saitama's thinning hair, "When I woke up, you were in the room."

It stands to reason that Osamu Dazai should be squatting outside with his colleagues.

"So, you threw my apprentice out, right?"

Osamu Dazai slowly got up, ran outside and squatted down, with a pitiful appearance of being thrown out and sleeping on the street.

Saitama led the freshly baked apprentice to handle the ingredients for breakfast and lunch, and then went into the house to cook.

The people squatting at the base of the wall outside did not move.

Even if some things don’t remember how they happened, those things that are real or feel very real in memory, even if they have completely modified their own memory and reality, geniuses can still smell such a trace of extreme disobedience. .

The two teenagers, who were not affected at all, waited tacitly for Saitama to enter the room and the sound of cooking became very loud before finally showing a contemplative look, and then turned their faces away in disgust at the same time.

Just don't be in sync with the mackerel (little man).

"I can read the memory of those clothes," said Ango Sakaguchi.

The torn clothes in the trash can have to be thrown away, and it will be very easy to read the memory at that time.

"Who the hell is he?" Oda felt that the little boy seemed a bit redundant, but couldn't find any evidence.

Only intuition is reminding myself that all the sense of disobedience lies in the little boy.

"The Mafia will not investigate this matter." Dazai Osamu said, "No one should investigate, at least not now."

So even if you know the truth of the matter, you can't tell it at all.

It's just that saying this proves that everyone's feelings are correct: Nakajima? Genos? Town, who feels particularly unfriendly, is the problem itself.

"I'll watch him." Chuya Nakahara had the same opinion as Osamu Dazai.

Don't even investigate this matter, but he will keep staring at the little boy.

The window was open in the room, and the aroma of breakfast wafted out, which immediately made the stomachs of the people outside grow louder and louder.

"The teacher said that dinner is ready." Nakajima Janos Dun ran out to call everyone.

No matter how serious the matter is, hunger is the first problem that bears the brunt and must be solved first.

After eating, all went to the clinic.One by one, they lay on the hospital bed, opened their clothes, and received treatment from the little doctor who put on a white coat.

When it was the turn of the mackerel, removing the bandage felt like peeling off the scales of the mackerel, and when rubbing the medicine, it felt like pickling the mackerel.

"Emotionless machine, you are murdering promising mafia cadres!" The mackerel was completely stranded, making a crackling sound similar to being fried in a frying pan.

"It's time for work, don't be late."

I thought I just need to come to the clinic to get some medicated oil, but I didn't expect to lie on the hospital bed, and I didn't seem to be able to resist at all.

The lower-level members of the Mafia are a little bit intimidated.

"Come here!" said the little doctor who had no emotion.

"Uh, okay."

It's completely unreasonable, and it looks like it can't be rejected at all.

When it was Sakaguchi Ango's turn, he stepped forward obediently, not daring to resist.

And finally Nakajima? Janos? Dun.

"Teacher, you are the strongest person I have ever seen!"

"I am your teacher, naturally the strongest."

The logic is clear, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

The apprentice's face wrinkled.

"It's not a little pain. My body is like steel. Please don't worry about my feeling, teacher," said the apprentice.

It's just a million points of pain.

Although everyone else has left the clinic, and now only the master and apprentice are there, the little boy still gritted his teeth and insisted: My body is iron, my body is steel, this little pain is nothing, like a mosquito tickling !

An unknown corner of Yokohama.

The two teenagers were standing at the furthest distance from each other.

"Everyone's memory has been changed, even including some of the things we see with our eyes." Osamu Dazai opened the mouth first, "I have 'no qualifications in this world', so it won't be affected. Why haven't you been changed?"

Nakahara Chuya's ability is not special, it's just very strong, that's all.

"He put the memory in me."

"He asked me to find the right moment and let the memory out."

Zhongyuan Zhongye would also be affected by memory originally, because someone was special to him and picked him out alone.

"Short, he is very special to you."

"Mackerel, are you jealous?"

"The machine without emotion now has an apprentice, and it's also a supernatural person, so, very, strong, oh."

After all, it can almost be seen as a position that can completely replace Chuya Chuya, and even as long as he joins the Mafia, Mori Ogai can give up continuing to recruit Chuya Chuya.

"You are not allowed to come to my house for dinner in the future!"

The boy who was poked at the most worrying thing in the center made an exasperated announcement.

"It's a pity that what you said is not nei."

"A kitchen killer who wants to blow up the stove every time he heats up a meal is not qualified to make a decision."

"That was just an accident!"

Definitely just outside.

However, if it was Saitama who encountered such a thing as the stove being blown up, no one would think it was special, but it happened to Nakahara Chu.

So he was dubbed a 'kitchen killer', which was very unfriendly, and he even had to deduct pocket money for a long time because of it, which was used to subsidize the new stove.

The two teenagers who came together to discuss by coincidence broke up quickly without saying a few words.

clinic.

Qiyu sorted out the medical books on his desk and found a purchase list inside.

There are many commonly used medicines, and circles are drawn behind each column.

"It's the medicine donated to the orphanage, and it has already been delivered." Said Qiyu, and put away the purchase list casually.

After tidying up the desk, it seems that there is nothing else to do.

I gnawed thick tomes of medical books every day.

"Teacher, I'm a little bored."

Nakajima? Genos? Dun, with his head on the floor and his knees on the floor, his whole body is in that kind of posture that is particularly easy to coordinate.

It seems that the teacher is usually like this.

So, as long as this is the case, can I become as strong as the teacher?

The little boy got up quickly, picked up the pen and paper that Saitama had prepared, and prepared to take notes.

Pick up the pen, and...

"Teacher, I can't write."

My mind was empty, as if I had never learned it before.

"Learn from the beginning." Saitama was already prepared. "During this time, you should learn to read first, and don't think about becoming stronger. You are still young, and the key is to work hard to grow your body."

Don't be like Chuya Nakahara, the orange-haired boy hasn't grown a centimeter since they lived together!

Really, Saitama has secretly measured.