The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

After that, He Hui received an admission letter from a well-known foreign university, bid farewell to the boys one by one, and embarked on the road of studying.

This farewell is two years.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed, his originally indifferent brows and eyes softened, "Just tell me when you come back, I'll pick you up."

He came to discuss business with Senhe Club on behalf of the KK Chamber of Commerce. While waiting for the receptionist, several people from the KK Chamber of Commerce got together to chat.

In Chuya Nakahara's life trajectory, Hehui was very kind to him, especially when compared with the mackerel fisherman (Ogai Mori) who ruthlessly exploited mackerel, his affection for Hehui was not generally high.

The boss of someone else's family is either 007 or 996!My own boss can go to and from get off work according to my own mood, and I can also take a paid vacation when I am tired!The indescribable look in mackerel's eyes every time he compares with the boss must be the so-called envy and hatred!

But at this time, Zha Zhahui, who has experienced thousands of years of reincarnation, has forgotten who is in the Central Plains.

Confusion appeared in the blue eyes of the blond youth: who are you?Am I familiar with you?

No. [-] in the black suit respectfully called out to Mr. Hehui.

No. [-] in the black suit squeezed past No. [-] and stepped forward, holding a book with both hands like offering, and handed it to He Hui.

There are a few lines of small print on the cover:

【He is cruel and ruthless, the ultimate emperor who plays with people's hearts; when she met him, her heart fell on him. 】

【She gradually gave him warmth and made the first emperor understand love. 】

[It was a car accident!Let the □□ emperor lose his memory! 】

[The demon who returned to the abyss pinched the neck of the person next to the pillow, and said coldly: Who are you? 】

Black Suit No. [-]: "..."

The artistic word that occupies half of the cover is——

【Even if I forget you, I will fall in love with you again. 】

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

And the title of this book is more simple and crude——

"The Pillowman of the Emperor"

He Hui's expression remained unchanged, and he took the book over.

Black suit No. [-]: "I saw this new book when I passed by the bookstore this morning. I think it suits Mr. Hehui's taste very well!"

Black Suit No. [-]: Enough is enough, don't lick it, licking the dog will leave you with nothing in the end, do you know!

Simply turning over the title page, the blond youth accepted the book.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Thank you to those who are admired!Number two in the black suit began to flutter.

Nakahara Chuya: "You are still the same as always... like this kind of book."

He Hui shook the book in his hand, "It's very interesting, if you want to read it..."

"No need." Resolutely refused.

"What 'no need'?" A black-haired head popped out suddenly.

"Dazai!!" Zhongyuan Zhong, who was relaxed beside Hehui, didn't check for a moment, but was approached by the slippery mackerel.

The black-haired young man moved closer to the brown-haired young man, and raised his neck to look at the book in the center of the topic.

"Go away, it's disgusting!! What does it smell like on you?"

Nakahara also held his nose and took two steps back, there was no other reason, the sour smell that appeared just now came from Dazai Osamu.

"On the way to work today, I saw a newly built artificial lake. Unfortunately, it has not been fully developed. It is a dead lake. The sediment at the bottom has not been filtered and cleaned..."

Wet in the water, he was a little languid, and by the way, he glanced at someone who was studying abroad.

With this glance, he met someone's bright eyes.

......Hey?

He Hui faced him, his eyes glowing?

Mori Ogai reminded Osamu Dazai several times that it is better to keep a respectful distance from Hehui.Osamu Dazai himself also knows that when he met when he was young, he was given warmth for a short time and then was abandoned because of his worthlessness. After meeting again, this person has erased himself from his memory...

Interested people like Hehui are not suitable for socializing when they do not have the ability to match their interests.

But now with such eyes...

Are you looking at his superpowers?

Or... simply start doing it?

And He Hui, who is called an interest advocate, really didn't think about the level of interests at this time.

Where did his mind go?

——The missions in the reincarnation space are all Chinese people with black hair and black eyes!

It wasn't long after returning from the reincarnation space, but He Hui found that in the local world, he really didn't see a few pure black hair and black eyes.

And that group of Huaxia people are all weird and stupid sand sculptures.

There is a story: Xueba taught four scumbags to learn, and later Xueba learned four games.

This story is quite applicable to Hehui Bailan: two high-IQ bosses lead the team, and later the bosses have more teammates who are weird and stupid.

When he first entered the reincarnation space, the blond He Hui was not bad, and someone was willing to communicate with him.But the white-haired and purple-eyed Bailan is alienated because he is... regarded as an albino.

"In order to prevent someone from cheating with Asian makeup... People who enter the reincarnation space are all without makeup, and they are born with such white hair. As far as I know, only..." a good-natured lady gave She couldn't explain it, but she was still a little scared of Bai Lan.

Bai Lan: The appearance of the invincible in Italy is actually regarded as sick? !

"Cough..." He Hui quickly babbled: "Ma'am, in a small town in the south of Italy, there is a special population. Although they are of Europa race, their hair color is light-colored, platinum, silver and gray." , even pure white like Solan...Because of the purest hair color, Solan became the holy son of the church when he was a child, sending blessings to people."

Bai Lan: "..." You can make it up.

"What about his eyes, purple is not a normal color no matter how you look at it."

This explains it better... Crap!

The blond young man said politely: "Elizabeth, a woman in Hollywood, has purple eyes. She even bought millions of dollars of insurance for her eyes."

"Purple eyes are a mutation of the human iris. According to the probability of mutation, only 600 people in the world have purple eyes. You are very lucky to see such a pair of eyes."

Bai Lan: "..." It was arranged clearly.

The turmoil over hair color and eye color is not over yet. Every time they go on a mission, the blond Hehui and the white-haired and purple-eyed Bailan don’t understand—why do the Huaxia teammates meet another team’s black-haired and black-eyed colleagues in the dungeon? Nationality taskers will be so excited.

Anyway...

"Old fellow!"

"It's our relatives!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Katschi! Solan! Look! It's a fellow!!"

"..."

Later, when I was infected, I became excited along with it.

He Hui hasn't seen anyone with black hair and black eyes in the local world for many days.

Suddenly, a black hair and black eyes popped out...

Regardless of Dazai Osamu's dirty, sour and wet body, Hehui stepped forward, put his hands under the black-haired young man's armpits, and lifted him up with a happy expression on his face.

"Hometown?!"

Osamu Dazai: Oo?

Nakahara Chuya: O mouth O!