King of 25 Cubs

"When will Kunikida recover?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose and suddenly felt a headache.

"According to my past experience, the shortest is half an hour, and the longest is three days. If it is really noisy, you can knock him out."

On the premise of suspecting that I am "bald and strong", Osamu Dazai should not really "poison" me to death with strong drugs.

So the younger brother should be safe too.

I really didn't know how to answer the last question Master asked before hanging up the phone.

"Who gave you that tofu?"

I hesitated for a moment, then said slowly: "A friend who likes to play pranks."

The master said in a deep voice, "My suggestion is to break up with him."

"Master, you are so right." I nodded in agreement, and said with a serious face, "Don't worry, our friendship is over."

If it weren't for Kunikida, and I am more vigilant, I would be the one who got recruited now!

I'm sorry little brother, I wish you a good journey... No, I wish you return to normal as soon as possible.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with going well all the way, after all, this is considered social death.

With deep guilt towards Kunikida, I sent Dr. Yosano a message——

[I'm a senior sister: doctor, doctor~ have you recorded my junior brother?If you record it, please send me a copy~]

[Hangover: ojbk. 】

·

I have several social accounts, each with a different nickname.

The person who contacts the detective agency is called "I am a big sister";

Those who communicate with the Secret Service are called "the living and dead ghosts of the Supernatural Special Service";

The one in contact with the winery is called "Coca-Cola";

Those who communicate with the military and police are called "the old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant".

There is also the literature and art discussion group [Mouse of the Dead House] that I joined half a year ago. My group nickname is "Mickey Mouse".

[joker is a pistachio: Mickey Mouse Mickey Mouse ~ Do you want to go with me to the next door group to play ducks (^o^)/]

Recently, a new netizen came to the group. The profile picture is a painted clown face, which looks very funny.

New netizens speak exaggeratedly and cheerfully, and always end with cute emoji.

And he is especially good at talking about cross talk to make everyone laugh, shaking their burdens one after another.

This kind of pistachio that brings joy to people all the time, who doesn't like it.

I want to form a group with him to talk about cross talk, I believe that we will make a C debut with a strong alliance!

[Okay, send me the group name. 】

I just typed out this sentence, and before I clicked to send, I saw the group leader speak——

[Good Russian: joker, don't abduct my people. 】

An ordinary and plain sentence, but it seems to carry a bit of cold warning inexplicably.

[joker is a pistachio: Wrong, don’t call me joker, call me pistachio (^o^)/]

[The joker is a pistachio: And you are so strange, A'er!Who does Mickey Mouse belong to? Don’t you know? =_=]

Seeing this sentence, big question marks popped up in my little head.

It's just digging out a group of friends, why do you feel like digging out the Shura field?

And A'E... what the hell is this name?

【The joker is a pistachio: Mickey Mouse Mickey Mouse~ Don't worry about A'er, he is also in that group, but he doesn't allow you to play in there, he's so mean, let's ignore him ╰(*︶`*)╯】

I thought about it and added another group chat. Anyway, I have joined so many groups, this one is not bad.

And I like joker pistachio very much. People with "fruit" in their names are really interesting.

[Mickey Mouse: What is the group name? 】

[joker is a pistachio: the five declines of heaven and man~]

[joker is a pistachio: In addition to talking about literature and art, the group usually talks about magic shows, casino tips, and the global economy (＾－＾)V】

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man... This group name is also very individual.

It's just a little bit better than "The Rat of the Dead House".

I skillfully added groups, and even gave myself a new nickname - "yogo is a salted fish fruit"

[joker is a pistachio: wow, is this a couple's name? 】

[Yogo is a salted fish fruit: No, I just thought of it suddenly.Mind if I use this nickname? 】

[joker is a pistachio: I don’t mind, it’s better to say I’m super happy (^o^)/]

At this time, good news came from the detective agency, and Kunikida finally returned to normal.

As a senior sister who cares about my juniors, I immediately dialed the number, apologized and greeted her warmly.

Since I admitted my mistakes in a timely manner and my attitude was sincere, Kunikida couldn't care less about me, an "old man".

"Senior sister, what are you going to do with the leftover tofu?"

I took a deep breath and said with a sullen face, "Put it in the freezer for me first."

The tofu has to be kept. If there is a chance, I will definitely give Dazai a mouthful and let him wear high heels to dance in the nightclub!

·

The whole morning was spent quickly chatting and spanking.

I found that the nearest Yokohama is very peaceful, and there is no opportunity to make meritorious deeds.

A group of us soldiers and police had nothing to do. After lunch, we set up a game in the office and played Three Kingdoms.

In the first round, I drew the traitor card.

In the second round, I drew the traitor card again.

In the third round, I double-drawed the traitor card again.

In the fourth round, I double-drawn the traitor card again.

In the fifth round, I doubled again... Oh, this time I didn't get the traitor, but the traitor.

I:"……"

Guilty.

"Gaosui, your luck is too good!"

The ignorant female colleague hugged my neck and couldn't stop laughing.

I feel the deep malice of this game towards me.

"I should go on patrol."

I glanced at my watch and stood up expressionlessly.

Nothing happened throughout the afternoon, until when I was about to leave work, I met an acquaintance with a very long name on the side of the road.

"Fetya?"

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough—"

The boy was wearing a heavy overcoat with very ethnic characteristics and a cute white felt hat. He was slightly arched, and he was covering his chest with his hands, as if he was about to cough up his lungs.

I froze for a moment, walked over and patted him on the back lightly.

"Ahem... thank you... classmate Yuguo?!"

He raised his head unexpectedly, and looked at me with purple-red jelly-like eyes, which were filled with tears due to violent coughing, and looked even more crystal clear.

Even in his illness, the young man still looked at people with far-reaching and calm eyes.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he stepped back in resistance, and stretched out a hand towards me: "Don't get close, or you will be infected... Cough cough cough!"

Seeing the blush on Fei Jia's face, as if he had a fever, I didn't listen to him, and directly reached out to test the temperature on his forehead.

"Sure enough, you have a fever. Your brain can fry eggs."

I held his shoulder and asked worriedly: "Shall I take you to the hospital?"

"It's okay, anyway, since I came here, I haven't recovered from my illness, I'm used to it...cough cough cough!"

As if feeling cold, he was trembling all over, his pale and bloodless face looked more fragile and fragile against the backdrop of the plush coat collar.

"Feyya, listen to me—"

I put on a serious expression and emphasized my tone: "It's not good for children to cough, and it's probably useless."

Fei Jia: "...cough cough cough cough!"

"No, you have to go to the hospital, lest you really fail."

Because of my persistence, the boy did not refuse this time.

I sighed and hailed a taxi.

Studying alone in a foreign country, with no relatives or friends around me, and having to bear it by myself when I get sick, I feel so pitiful.

But it doesn't matter, we have the blood of the same nation in our bodies, and we are one family after all!

I sent Fei Jia to the hospital, took him to register for medical treatment, and after all the procedures were completed, I helped him sit on the bench in the corridor.

"Here, take the medicine first."

I handed him the hot water from the nurse's station.

Fei Jia took the paper cup, lowered her head and said softly:

"Yuko-san, if you have something to do, go and do it first, I'm fine...cough cough cough!!!"

There was another cough, and I felt that if he left like this, he might faint here.

"Don't be brave." I patted him on the back, puzzled at the same time: "You said you are in such poor health, why didn't you go back to Russia? Is there no way to realize your ideal in your hometown?"

By the way, he seemed to have said before that he was looking for someone.

"Ideal is one aspect. I cough...I have to find someone, a very important person."

Fedya slanted his body and leaned towards me weakly, as if he was subconsciously looking for support.

Since he mentioned it, I asked by the way: "Who is that man, and what are his characteristics? I am a military police officer, so I might be able to help you in finding someone."

Fei Jia's eyelashes trembled, and he showed a faint, barely visible smile, and let out a breath with difficulty, "She is my... neighbor's fiancée."

It turned out to be the fiancee.

Looking for a wife thousands of miles away is quite romantic... Wait, whose fiancée? ? ?

I couldn't help showing the expression of the subway old man looking at his mobile phone.

No, your neighbor's fiancée, why are you so concerned?

The system began to recite its doggerel again:

[I live next door and my surname is Wang, this green hat is a bit strong; someone's wife keeps the vacant room, if you have difficulties, I will help——]

As if he knew what I was thinking, Fei Jia helped his felt hat, and continued to speak slowly: "My neighbor is...cough cough cough...gone. His greatest wish during his lifetime was to find someone living in a foreign country. fiancee, and then take good care of her and compensate her."

When Fei Jia mentioned this neighbor, his eyes seemed a little red.The tone is slightly aggravated: "My neighbor is kind to me, so I want to do something for him, and I hope he can... rest in peace."

"I see." I nodded, and then asked curiously, "What kind of person is your neighbor?"

Fei Jia was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly:

"His name is Gogol."

"A good man."

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-01-0123:07:57~2020-01-0313:37:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: the last one in the grade;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：喵绿、墜繼_十八20瓶；慕今10瓶；淡望寂清5瓶；一一2瓶；幽兰影月、蜜糖、景随清1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!