The villain's love literacy

But the most important problem is that you can't show any clues in front of people on the "enthusiasm" side.

In their eyes—no, in anyone's eyes, she should be a girl who was born and raised in Italy and never left home until she died, and she shouldn't even be able to speak Japanese.

Even if speaking Japanese is interpreted as my mother is Japanese and has been teaching herself, there is no reason not to go to the prom at this time.

Once she shows cowardice, she will be suspected, and now she must not panic first.

Even if she does meet someone she once knew, she has to pretend that she doesn't know anything, and she can't admit it even if she is killed.

When the car slowly stopped in front of a five-star hotel, Sylvia began to pray that she would not meet acquaintances. There were not many people who met her in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang. It couldn't be such a coincidence... …

It was a higher class than the place she lived in Tokyo before. The lobby was resplendent and magnificent. Although there were many people standing there, it was not noisy. They were probably guests who came to the party.Everyone is in suits and leather shoes, and many women even wear evening dresses.

Sylvia looked down at her solid-color clothes with cartoon patterns printed on them, feeling that she was out of place here.

Someone inside has already come out to greet Giorno and talk to him. Today, Mr. Godfather is wearing a white suit, and he looks tall and elegant. Even in the environment of so many handsome men and beautiful women, he can make people unable to move at a glance. Without looking away, Sylvia turned around and went to Bucciarati's side. The black-haired man saw that she had something to say, and bowed his head caringly.

"Mr. Bugarati, look at me dressed like this...or don't go?"

Even if she herself has evening dresses, they are all in Italy.This is really an excellent reason to run away. She thought that Bugarati would nod in agreement after looking at her clothes, but she didn't expect the man to raise his hand to call for a waiter.

"Take this lady to change into an evening dress."

This hotel actually took this situation into consideration and made preparations. For the first time, she felt that the considerate service of a five-star hotel was annoying. When she followed the waiter to change clothes, she was almost spoiled by the alternative clothes. Eye.

With little hesitation, Sylvia chose a simple white dress without too many decorations.The front is a flat chest, decorated with imitation flower brooches on the chest, a wide satin ribbon is used as a belt and a bow is tied behind it, and the rest is only a same-color satin ribbon on the wrist tied with the same flower as the brooch as decoration.

This was the simplest set of dresses prepared by the hotel for these guests. She didn't want to be too conspicuous. Of course, the more low-key she was, the better.

The hairstylist briefly brushed Sylvia's hair to make it smoother, and then let her go after applying some makeup.Bugarati and the others were still waiting for her in the lobby intimately, and went up without taking the elevator.

After all, Sylvia was invited by them, and it is impossible for the lady to act alone. Giorno, who saw that she had changed into a dress and came out, had talked with the hostess and went upstairs later, saw her When I came out, I was shocked.

The room is very warm inside, but the lobby always blows in cold wind because guests keep coming in and out. This month is not so warm yet, and it still feels cold with shoulders and arms exposed.

Giorno took off his suit jacket and put it on Sylvia. He only wore a suit vest of the same color as the jacket. The cuffs of the white shirt had emerald cuff buttons that were the same as his eyes.

"Don't catch a cold, just return it to me when you get upstairs."

The blond man stretched out his arm gentlemanly to let Sylvia carry him, and then took the lead into the elevator.

Watching the numbers on the LCD screen jump up bit by bit, she felt her stomach had reached her throat, and she inevitably became nervous, afraid of seeing some old acquaintances in a while.

"Don't be so nervous, it's just an ordinary dance."

Giorno, who was standing beside her, lowered his head to comfort her. The woman grabbed his forearm and wrinkled the shirt forcefully, only to be relieved by his loud reminder.

"When you go in, if you don't like it, go to a corner with few people, or go to the terrace outside, so you won't be disturbed."

Sylvia took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and nodded.

With the sound of "ding", the floor of the dance party arrived, and the elevator door slowly opened, revealing the magnificent world behind.

She saw Chuya Nakahara standing behind a tall black-haired middle-aged man at a glance. Giorno lowered his head and whispered in his ear that it was Mori Ogai, the leader of the port mafia, and then they came up to greet him.

Mori Ogai and Giorno shook hands in a friendly manner, and Sylvia once again held the blond man's arm tightly, trying to control herself not to look at Chuya, but the orange-haired youth kept staring at her from the corner of her eye .

Countless people's eyes were on them—at least Giorno, he was too conspicuous, she should have expected how much attention would be attracted when she came in with people like "Enthusiasm".

Sylvia could no longer see the faces of other people in the venue. She stared blankly at Mori Ogai and froze in place for a while.

Of course Mori Ogai also saw this blonde woman. It is said that the "enthusiastic" BOSS never brings a female companion, but not only does he bring a suit jacket with her.

"Then this is...?"

"Sylvia, a friend."

He didn't introduce too much, just simply said the name, Mori Ogai nodded in understanding and didn't ask much.

"Then please have fun, and you can come to us if you have any questions or problems."

The leader of Hong Kong gangsters said politely, then turned around and greeted the others one by one.

Sylvia returned the coat she was wearing to Giorno, and pointed in a direction casually. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Zhong Yuan Zhong finally looked away, and she held her breath until she let go.

"I want to go over there and stand by myself for a while."

"Of course, but I'd like to introduce you to a few other people."

He led her to another group of people, all of whom were tall. Among them, the black-haired man closest to them was wearing a long white trench coat, with his hair protruding from half of his hat.

And the two people opposite him obviously saw Giorno approaching, poking his head out from behind the man.Both of them looked like when they were young, one with brown hair and one with blonde hair, and two purple patches on their cheeks.

Sylvia felt like she was going to throw up.

"Mr. Kujo."

Giorno walked a few steps faster, and the man whose name was called turned his head. His blue eyes first fell on the blond godfather, but then looked at her immediately.

Jotaro Kujo, Joseph, and Caesar were all looking at her, with both surprise and confusion in their eyes, as if they noticed that several people were all looking at the blonde woman beside them, Giorno explained.

"This lady's name is Sylvia. Sylvia, this is Jotaro Kujo, Joseph Joestar, and Cesar Zeppelin."

Sylvia nodded stiffly and said hello, pretending not to understand the probing eyes of those people, trying to make herself look like she was seeing them for the first time, with scrutiny and curiosity in her eyes.

In fact, we are all old acquaintances.

They all nodded and said hello to her, but the atmosphere became more and more strange, and she didn't know if Giorno had noticed it—she didn't dare to turn her head and stare at Sisar's lavender bow tie, and she didn't want to confront any of them. See.And Giorno seemed to notice it after the introduction, half jokingly said.

"Speaking of which, Miss Sylvia's middle name is 'Zibelin', maybe you are related to Mr. Cesar by blood."

"Is that so? Mademoiselle Silvia is Italian?"

Xi Sa was a little surprised, she nodded indiscriminately when she heard that, her mind was full of how to confuse these messy things.

Fortunately, Giorno didn't plan to drag her to talk too much with them. He seemed to be busy with business matters, and after a few pleasantries with Jotaro, he finally took her away from this weird little place. circle.

However, life has always been full of blessings and misfortunes.

She was about to say goodbye to Giorno, and she was looking for a place to stay for a while, when she saw a few more people coming forward.

The leader is also wearing a white suit, and the tie is the complicated pattern he has always liked. He didn't wear a top hat in the room, but he held it in one hand, and his plum red eyes looked at them with interest, as if hunting The reader saw interesting prey.However, Giorno was not a prey, she was the only one being watched closely.

Oni Wu Tsuji greeted the blond godfather without hesitation, but kept looking at her.

"I've heard of your name a long time ago, and I finally saw you today."

Giorno was also very polite, he didn't even ask who the other party was, probably because he had investigated who would come before coming to Japan, and he had already made a rough note in his mind.

"You are too much, Mr. Onimai Tsuji."

And when she saw a black long-haired man who looked very similar to Ji Guoyuan and a smiling man with oak-colored hair and colorful eyes following behind him, Sylvia's last bit of luck was also shattered.

Now she felt that she had calmed down instead, she couldn't feel anything, she was already numb.

Perhaps because of the unfamiliar relationship, Giorno didn't plan to talk too much with them, but was stopped again when he was about to leave.Wu Mi looked at Sylvia unabashedly, the interest and greed in his eyes were completely opposite to his gentle tone.

"Sir Chobana, won't you introduce your female companion?"

Giorno looked at Sylvia, then at Oni Wu Tsuji, and in the end he still only briefly introduced the name.

Is it because she is really good looking and everyone is interested in her?

She exerted a little force on the arm holding the little godfather, and Giorno understood the hint, and nodded to Kimai Tsuji.

"Sorry, she's a little shy."

Even if the two turned around and left, Sylvia could still feel the sight behind them.She let go of Giorno's hand and said with some embarrassment.

"You don't have to take care of me all the time, go get busy. I just happen to be a little tired, and I want to rest alone for a while."

Giorno looked at her inquiringly, and really thought she was tired, she looked a little out of breath, maybe it was the first time she was in this kind of situation, and she was not used to it, so he asked her to look towards the rest area.

"Then I'll excuse you for a while."

When he left and returned to the group of Bugarati, Sylvia sighed and walked towards the rest area alone, but when she looked up, she saw a few people staring at her, and her footsteps suddenly stopped. Just stop.

Even being stared at by four unfamiliar men in suits can be quite stressful, let alone those who are old acquaintances.Hei Changzhi, Hei Changzhi, and their younger brothers, Xiao Zhuang and Bai Duan Zha, among them, Uchiha Madara looked at her with complicated eyes, as if because of her appearance, she reminded of other people.

Sylvia didn't want to stop, and it didn't matter if she continued to walk - if she went any further, she would directly bump into them, so she turned around stiffly, went to the table beside her to get a drink, and quickly took a sip to suppress her shock.

Help Dad, she wants to go back to Italy.