[JOJO] Do my best

There was another group of people chasing after her, but she reluctantly gave up most of her luggage and chose to travel light.

Trixie firmly believes that he can see Stella again, and memories can be recreated, but if his life is gone, then there is really nothing left.Trixiu, who lost her mother, knew this very well, she was not so stupid that she would rather give up her own life and bring the dead things that dragged her down.

"But you did a good job, even better than me." Trish wiped off the sticky sweat from her temples, folded her handkerchief again and held it in her hand, "I will wash it and return it to you." She stared at Stu With her face in a daze, La unconsciously kneaded the folded handkerchief with her hands.

"Huh? Well...you can keep it for yourself if you like." Stella didn't mind, this handkerchief was given to her by Trixie.She is not a person who pays attention to her image. If she gets her face or hands dirty, she will leave a mark on it, and she will wash it off with water when she gets home.Trixie couldn't see it, so he took her to a small shop and bought a handkerchief of the same style as his own. The two of them each took a piece of wool of their favorite color and sewed their initials on it.

【Hmph~ Then we will have the same handkerchief. 】

【In the future, when you see this handkerchief, it will be like seeing me. We are best friends! 】

"What, it makes me seem very greedy..."

"I didn't mean that." Stella smiled and folded Trixiu's fingers to close them. She wrapped the handkerchief and palm inside, and the warm and soft touch made Stella's expression gentle.Different from her hand full of scars, Trixie's fingers are slender and delicate, only a thin callus on the side of the middle finger, which is the trace left by long-term writing, "Tricho's words, everything Don't worry. I'll get you what you want, as long as you ask."

The milk tea-colored eyelashes blinked, and Trixie's shy expression was reflected in those dark red eyes.

With just one word, the person in the way will no longer exist, her sharp blade will pierce the enemy's heart, and the fangs hidden under her lips will bite the offender's throat without hesitation.

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden..."

"Well, I was worried that you would feel uncomfortable." She sat down beside Trish, and the soft sofa sank a little.Stella tried her best to make her tone as gentle as Donatella's. She couldn't remember how the woman comforted her child, but she was trying hard, "Although you didn't face the enemy directly, you still How much will you feel scared?"

Trish clutched the handkerchief tightly.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't afraid, she was actually terribly afraid.Being concealed and transferred, everyone felt alienated from her, and the only person she knew well, Stella, was restricted from communicating with her.Even though they all took good care of her, and her requests were met, but... that's what made her feel uneasy.

This made her feel like a death row prisoner who was about to go to the execution ground, and all the good treatment was like a decapitated meal before death. ...Perhaps it was an exaggeration to say so, but their attitude really made her feel flustered.

She doesn't think that she is a big shot in a high position and deserves to be treated like this.

Trish is just an ordinary girl, and she would rather stay in Calabria to continue her studies than to meet the biological father who never appeared.

However, meeting Stella was a pleasant surprise. If possible, she hoped that after this trip, she would go back to the same school with her.They could chat about girls at lunch, they could go home together after school, and they could go shopping together on weekends if Stella wanted to.

"I... do have some." Trixie let go of the deformed handkerchief, crossed his hands and twisted his fingers, "I was afraid before." She glanced sideways at Stella, pursed her lips and stopped talking .

now it's right.

After receiving the answer, Stella felt relieved, and being able to respond meant that she was still within the acceptable range. If she kept her fear and didn't say anything, it would be worrying.

"Trust me, trust Buccarati and tell them. We'll get you to the boss safely, absolutely."

The confident expression of the girl with a smile is very confident.

Rely on me a little more, Trish.

Chapter 23

"Damn...! This car can't be driven!"

"Huh? Can't you work harder?" Fuge hammered the hood of the car heavily, causing the car under his hand to sink a little, and let out a mournful cry.

"Does this kind of thing mean that you can work hard?" Mista, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was full of surprise. He pushed the joystick, trying to make the car move, "I don't care about repairing cars at all Good at it!"

Mista stared at the steering wheel in front of him, and he suddenly got out of it, "Aren't you a brilliant student, Fuge, why don't you come and have a look?" He has already attended a prestigious university, and such a trivial matter as car repair is for him. Should be a piece of cake, right?

Thinking so, Mista tried to throw the heavy responsibility of repairing the car on Fugo.

"Just because I'm a top student doesn't mean I can do everything. How could I know something like car repair!?"

It's amazing that he can drive at this age!Don't think that he doesn't know the purpose of this guy, he clearly wants to blame him!

Seeing that Fuge was about to erupt, Apache frowned and stopped, "Don't do meaningless things, fix the car first."

"Naranja, you go."

"Ah? I won't either..."

Facing the gazes of the three of them, Nalanja scratched his head, got in and began to fiddle, "Why don't you fix it yourself...Really, I don't know how to fix cars at all." He turned a key, The car snorted and turned off again.

"Why don't I go to Giorno's place, the repair of the car is definitely because there are [4] people..." Mista made a four to them, and then quickly clenched his hands into fists, "Look, Giorno's side is also [4], isn't it just right for me to go there!" His expression was too serious, and he spoke with great momentum, but the other three people ignored his speech.We are all members of the same team. They have long been deeply aware of Mista's superstition. He is extremely obsessed with the number 4, and he tried to persuade them to stay away from this number several times with various excuses.Mista would even reluctantly give up the strawberry cake because 4 was included in the price of the strawberry cake, and reluctantly replaced it with a fruit cake containing strawberries.

"Don't be stupid," Nalanja stepped on the gas pedal and impatiently twisted a key. "According to this, you usually have si..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The four people repairing the car were in full swing, while the atmosphere of Giorno and Stella, who were guarding the tortoise, was a little stiff.Originally, Stella was supposed to stay in the tortoise together, but because she talked too much with Trixie behind everyone's back, she was forced to be brought up by Bugarati, and now she is listening to him and reflecting on herself outside the tortoise .And Mista was also put into the car repair team by Bugarati because he condoned Stella's behavior. The two figures, one tall and one short, looked particularly bleak when they left the turtle.

"If I do it again, I will probably do it again." Mista stretched his waist, he has a good impression of this girl.It's not the kind of passionate relationship between a man and a woman, but more like the feeling towards a young sister in the family, "But it's always wrong to disobey Bucciarati's order, so you should be more secretive next time." He smiled heartily After making a sound, he raised his arm and patted Stella's head.

"Thank you?" Stella tilted her head in confusion, "But is it okay on your side?"

"Although I really want to say it's okay..." Mista's complexion was a little dark, he couldn't figure out why no one in this team was willing to believe his words, even once! [4] This number is really bad!In every sense!Mista inserted the wooden warehouse into the waistband of his trousers, and gave Stella a thumbs up, "Anyway, it shouldn't be a big problem!"

Although this gesture coupled with his expression is not without problems.

He dryly added another sentence.

"……probably."

The waiting time was a bit long, and Stella, who was ordered to reflect, looked at the tortoise in Giorno's hand motionless, her gaze was too strong, and the resentment inside seemed to surge as if it had become a reality.

For a moment, Giorno felt that the turtle in his hand was very hot.

Of course, Giorno knew why Stella did this. Buccarati's actions seemed inappropriate, but they were understandable.It's not that Bugarati doesn't trust Stella. From the words and deeds of other people in the team, it can be seen that everyone except him knows something about Stella.Even Apache, who seems to be the most alienated from Stella, knows a little bit about her. Although he is defensive, he is not serious about him.

Just half a day of getting along was enough for Giorno to see many things clearly.

Trish is special to Stella.

This so-called "special" is a bit subtle. Stella's attitude is not like caring about her female friends, but a way of putting herself in the lower position, which is an unequal relationship.

When she learned that [Desperate Life] was for Trish, Stella obviously fell into a frenzy, and she was excited about it.And before she knew the object of the guard, she clearly resisted it all over.

When the two of the vineyard were alone, Stella became obviously talkative when talking about Trixie.