King of 25 Cubs

As soon as the words came out, I was taken aback by myself.

I think I may have been brainwashed by Chuya Nakahara's magical speech.

What kind of fish is stupid?Who is the silly fish?I think I'm the most like a silly fish... No, I'm not a silly fish!

Nioh Masaharu was shocked by my words for a second, and then asked me with a strong mentality: "As long as I am willing to be a stupid fish, will you teach me?"

I said with a wooden face: "Yes, but it is not necessary."

Nioh Masaharu squinted at me with interest: "May I ask, how many fish are you raising in your fish pond?"

"I don't contract fish ponds, and raising fish is too labor-intensive. This kind of creature has no value in my existence except for being edible."

I finished speaking with a grim face, and then asked him: "Do you really want to learn disguise? Sincerely?"

"Think." Nioh Masaharu spread his hands together: "You see, I volunteered to be a fool in order to learn from my teacher."

"Stop mentioning the word 'silly fish' again, okay?"

I sighed weakly, and then said seriously: "If you sincerely want to learn, I will naturally teach you everything, but I am very strict."

Nioh Masaharu looked a little more serious: "I'm not afraid of your strictness, but I'm afraid you won't teach."

"That's fine." I nodded leisurely, took out my phone, snapped a frontal photo of him, and sent it to Master——

【Master, Master, your lovely disciple has kidnapped another grandson for you~】

Although my disguise was not taught by my master, it can be regarded as self-taught, but I must tell my master when I accept apprentices.

The master responded quickly, and asked me to teach with my heart as usual.

I went home to get the tools for disguise. When I was pretending to be Matilda, I used almost all the tools. I could only use the few materials at hand to make Masaharu Nioh into my appearance.

"Let's just make do with it... I will send you a list later, and the materials can be bought online."

The young man's dark green eyes fell on the mirror, and he watched me seriously when I did every step.

"It felt a lot easier than I thought."

He wanted to touch the translucent mud film on his face, but I slapped it off: "It's not dry yet, so I can't touch it now."

Although he is an athletic boy, Nioh Masaharu has a thin body, probably because he is always picky about eating. Grandpa Nioh has complained to me several times before.

In addition, he doesn't like basking in the sun very much, and his complexion is fair, so it's much more convenient to pretend to be a big guy in women's clothing than that "tough guy" like Toru Amuro.

"Changing your appearance is not only about changing your appearance, but also your body and heart must become the character you pretended to be - voice, temperament, expression, walking and posture, and even every subtle movement, all must be infinitely close."

I vaccinated Nioh Masaharu earnestly: "So the most important thing is not technology, but observation. In short, there is a lot of knowledge in it."

Nioh Masaharu took the opportunity to mess up my hair: "Now I really look like a teacher."

His ending sound is slightly raised: "Little Master~"

I stroked my messy hair like a chicken coop in dissatisfaction: "Hey, you dare to touch Master's head, I will expel you from the master!"

"I was wrong, little master."

Nioh Masaharu said with a long voice, without any sincerity.

Finally, after finishing everything, I took a step back, pinching my chin thoughtfully: "Hmm...it still doesn't feel right."

Suddenly realizing where the sense of disobedience came from, I stretched out my hand and patted Nioh Masaharu on the back: "Straighten your back."

After all, I was working as an undercover agent for the Hound during this period of time. As a professional [-]-year-old boy, my posture and demeanor are very consistent with the identity of a soldier-the kind that is very upright and upright.

In fact, everyone in the hound is like this, including Tiaoye Caiju, who is the least like a military policeman. As long as he puts on a military uniform, his shoulders are flat and his back is straight, like a straight and straight tree.

I thought, maybe this is the charm of the uniform.

Nioh Masaharu usually likes to bow his waist, but it doesn't look like me when he is dressed as me.

As a result, he straightened up and was ten centimeters taller than me.

Nioh Masaharu gestured with his hand, and said mockingly, "Puff, little dwarf."

He actually said I was short?

I am only 16 years old now, 1.6 meters seven, very short?

And I can still grow taller, according to which I grew two centimeters taller than when I was 15 years old.

I kicked Nioh Masaharu's calf, but he deftly dodged it.

"Forget it, you won't shrink your bones yet, keep bowing your waist." I helplessly raised my forehead: "Anyway, Zhongyuanzhong is not very familiar with... I should not be able to find the difference."

Nioh Masaharu opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Bone shrinking? You can even do this? Isn't this a skill in novels?"

"It's not as exaggerated as in the novel. It's impossible to shrink from an adult to a child. It's easy to shrink from 1.7 meters to 1.6 meters just by adjusting the gap between the bones."

I wrote lightly, paused, and continued: "Say a word like a girl's voice."

Nioh Masaharu cleared his throat, and said his motto in a soft loli voice: "Riding a black white horse forward and backward."

I:"……"

Nioh Masaharu blinked: "It doesn't look like it?"

I said in distaste, "Tsk, your voice sounds flat-chested."

Nioh Masaharu: "...???"

"Inhale with abdominal breathing, and exhale slowly through your mouth. When speaking, the air in the nasal cavity is lifted up, the mouth shape is rounder, the tip of the tongue is on the roof, and my final sound is usually a bit protracted... Yes, you Listen to me again."

I slowed down and repeated the sentence "riding a black and white horse forward and backward".

Nioh Masaharu has a strong comprehension ability, and after repeated practice a few times, he becomes in shape.

"Remember this feeling and practice the other sentences."

In the end, the training|teaching is almost done, and I said regretfully: "Although it is not very similar, people who are not familiar with it should not be able to hear the difference. Remember not to talk too much during the 'actual combat', silence is golden."

I raised my hand and looked at my watch: "It's getting late, let's go to the amusement park."

Masaharu Nioh picked out the words: "We?"

I handed him the wireless radio and earphones: "After all, this is your first actual combat, I have to watch it."

"Actually, you are worried about that person called 'Nakahara Chuya'?"

Nioh Masaharu hit the nail on the head.

I spread my hands and said frankly: "Yes, I am afraid that he will see through your disguise. Although he is short, his strength value is very high. If he is found out, you may be beaten."

Nioh Masaharu paused when he put on the earphones, and after a moment of silence he asked, "Does it hurt when he beats someone?"

I thought about it: "I think there is only one person who was beaten by him and is still alive."

"...I regret it now, okay?"

"No." I refused straight away, pushing his back: "This is your apprentice ceremony, let's go."

I changed my clothes, put on sunglasses and a mask, and went out with the newly released Nioh version of "Gaosui Lychee".

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When Masaharu Nioh arrived, Chuya Nakahara had already been waiting at the entrance of the amusement park for an hour.

"too slow."

He glanced at the time on the phone with a bad expression, and when he looked up at the other party, his expression was blank for two seconds.

Immediately, his eyes spread a bit of doubt: "Why do you feel that you are a little taller than before?"

"I put inner heightening in my shoes." Nioh Masaharu replied calmly.

Originally, this sentence was normal, but the next sentence felt like deliberately making the other person angry: "Is it more uncomfortable to look up at me like this?"

I sneakily hid behind the tree, covering my body with branches and leaves: "???"

"What did you say?" Nakahara Chuya's expression suddenly became fierce: "Tell me again."

"..." I showed a toothache expression, and said through the Bluetooth headset: "King Ren, I said to my face that Zhongyuan Zhongye was short, except for me and the other one, everyone else is dead."

Nioh Masaharu's smile froze, and then he smiled brighter: "Ah, sorry, there are more people on the tram, and I met a wretched man with a salty pig's hand, and I'm still a little angry now."

He quickly confessed, put his hands together, showing a fragile and innocent expression: "You are so generous, you shouldn't blame me for my bad words, right?"

I:"……"

Nioh-kun, are you too good at it?

Without my teaching, I quickly found the key to how to deal with Zhongye in the Central Plains.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback.

Hearing the explanation of the "girl" in front of him, probably thinking of the reason why the other party would go to the tram, Nakahara Chuya showed a slightly apologetic look on his face.

He turned his head and scratched his hair: "tsk...forget it."

Nioh Masaharu, who successfully avoided being beaten, put his hands in his pockets and said casually: "I'm here, what should I do next?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a moment, and pressed the brim of his hat: "Actually, I don't know either."

Nioh Masaharu: "..."

I:"……"

"Don't look at me like that, I haven't had a date, how could I know the process!" Zhong Yuan Zhong also became annoyed and said, "Boss, anyway, let's go shopping first."

Masaharu Nioh rolled his eyes, and his eyes fell on the food stalls on the side of the road. He held his face and pointed out: "Ah, there are apple candies...and bombarded squid. They look delicious."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little impatient, but he still tried his best to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor: "Then go buy it, I will wait for you here."

"Would you like to buy me some food?" Nioh Masaharu showed a lovely smile, "It should be your compensation for causing me to ride the train."

"What do you mean I hurt you? I didn't send the salty pig's hand!"

Even though he said this, Nakahara Nakaya, who couldn't save face, still took out his wallet resignedly, took out banknotes and stuffed them into Nioh Masaharu. "

Me: "...Niou-kun, you are such a genius."

Nioh Masaharu, who had already walked to the food stall with the money, said, "Hey, thanks."

[Host, Chuya Nakahara's wallet...it seems to be the one you threw into the trash can before. 】

Hearing what the system said, I squinted my eyes and looked over intently.

Although the distance was a bit far, I still recognized the style of the wallet in the next second.

It was an old wallet given to me by Chuya Chuya, which was thrown away the day I defected to Hong Kong.

I fell silent suddenly, and my expression gradually faded.

Finally, I hesitated and said, "Xiaoqi, do you think I should make it clear to Zhongyuan Zhongye?"

[But that wallet was originally his, so there is nothing wrong with people using their own wallet. 】

"It makes sense, don't make me feel like I'm being sentimental in the end." I scratched my hair in distress: "He is really..."

At this time, someone behind me suddenly poked my shoulder.

I turned around sharply.

There was no one behind.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

Being able to approach quietly without being discovered by me... Who the hell is this?

Or the other party has the ability to ignore space?

The next second, a small white clown doll appeared in front of me from top to bottom.

I raised my head and saw that Mr. Clown, who was dozens of times bigger than the doll, was hanging upside down with his legs hooked on the tree branch.

The moment he met my gaze, he squinted his eyes and wore that funny gloved doll with its big mouth opening and closing.

Mr. Clown pinched his thin throat and dubbed the doll in ventriloquist: "Guess who I am~"

Before I could answer, Mr. Clown continued, "It's Mr. Little Gogol~"

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When I didn't notice, there was a little fluffy accident on Nioh's side.

The tall boy with lilac short hair and oval glasses walked to the food stall with his family, and the girl next to the boy tugged at the boy's sleeve: "Brother, I want apple candy."

When the boy handed over the money to the merchant, Nioh Masaharu, who reached out to take the food, turned his head unexpectedly and met the boy's eyes.

The two stared at each other silently for a long, long time.

The purple-haired boy pushed his glasses and let out a cold "huh".

Nioh Masaharu: "Puff!"

Waiting in the distance in the Central Plains, I also ran out of patience, and walked over with my arms folded: "Why haven't you finished buying, is it because you don't have enough money?"

As he spoke, he generously took out another banknote and handed it to Nioh Masaharu.

For a moment, there seemed to be a frightened crack on the face of the purple-haired boy who had always been paralyzed.

He quickly raised his phone, took a photo of King Ni with a "click", and then his fingertips jumped on the screen.

"Wait! Yagyu, you misunderstood, don't post!!!"

Masaharu Nioh wanted to rush over to snatch the phone, but the purple-haired boy ruthlessly raised his hand and pressed send decisively.

[Lihai Tennis Team Group Chat Group]

Yagyu Hiroshi:

[Picture.jpg] Simple dress-up games can no longer satisfy Nioh.

Yagyu Hiroshi:

The partner pretends to be a beautiful woman and tricks the man into buying snacks for him. Is this a moral distortion or a loss of humanity?

Coincidentally, a Hong Kong black member who took his wife and children out to play on vacation happened to pass by.

"Hey, Mr. Chuya, why-"

His voice stopped suddenly, and he stared suspiciously at the delicate scene in front of him.

Chuya Nakahara kept handing over the money, Masaharu Nioh snatched Hiroshi Yagyu's cell phone angrily, and Hiroshi Yagyu looked like a high school student with a slightly disapproving expression, as if the person in front of him was depraved.

I don't know what to think, the eyes of this Hong Kong gangster member flickered, as if he had eaten a big melon.

After hesitating for a moment, he tried to persuade him: "Mr. Nakaya, although we are a mafia, it is a very disrespectful act to steal someone's high school student's girlfriend, and—"

Looking at the banknote, the voices of the members of the Hong Kong gangsters became smaller and smaller: "I want to send the man away for 1 yuan, Mr. Nakaya, you are really stingy."

As he said that, this excellent subordinate took out his wallet, took out two banknotes and handed them to Hiroshi Yagyu: "Add another [-], take this money, and leave the woman my boss likes."

Nioh Masaharu: "..."

Yagyu Hiroshi: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "...???"

The author has something to say:

Flat chested stem is a variety show from Japan. The voice actor uses two different voice lines to match the female voice, one with big breasts and one with flat chest...

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I have carefully observed the storyboard of Jono in the manga, and I can’t see it in private servers (he only did it once in private servers), but every time the military uniform appears on the stage, there is a kind of straight and upright soldier, and at the same time, it has a bit more aristocratic elegance in details than other hounds .

Kneeling and begging Xinjing not to collapse the wild painting style, Tuo's painting style has collapsed into a purple gold hammer...

By the way, have I ever mentioned that Tuo in this article is a manga Tuo?Let's forget about Arai Taku's face that can tear a bear.

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