[Tutor] Looking for

"Is it really okay for us to stay here?"

"Relax, it's okay."

"but……"

"It's not that bad, it's highly rated."

"Eh? Well... that's all."

In a rather old room, various discs and books were scattered all over the floor. Tsuna and Suwon sat on the ground, picked up a disc and put it in the only furnishings in the room, a TV and a DVD player. , the beautiful melody came from the case, quickly filling the empty room.

"Is it really okay for you to do this? Aren't you worried that they won't find it here?" Even though part of his attention was distracted by the disc, Mizuhara still felt a little uneasy.

"Don't worry, they can definitely do it," pressed Shang Mizuhara's hand hanging on his lap, stared at her seriously, and raised a bright smile, "They are all people I approve of!"

"That's great..." Staring at him for a long time, Suwon sighed, his eyes were lonely, and a sour feeling came to his heart, "What about me?" As soon as she said that, she wanted to slap herself to death, why such a sad tone It's not the right way to hear it.

Tsuna looked at Suwon in astonishment, and looked at her blushing face: "Hehe, Yuu, you are also very important to me, just as important as them, and you are the ones I want to cherish and protect," watching earnestly. It took her a long time to bend her eyebrows and reveal a shallow smile, "It's just that you are my important lover, and they are my important partners."

Turning her head to the other side uncomfortably, she would not admit that she was touched.

"Let's continue watching," Tsunaki put his hand on Giotto's shoulder, returning to his usual gentle state, "Giotto, please make room for me, don't take all the positions."

Giotto moved his butt to the side, his eyes glued to the TV, watching with relish.

——It turns out that Giotto likes to watch anime

Nodding his chin, he shifted his gaze from Giotto to Suwon, seeing that she was also staring at the screen with great interest, and shrugged.

- well, two

Next to Suwon, he also threw himself into the fun of anime.

On the other side, Prison Temple was walking blindly in an open space, scratching his hair from time to time, extremely irritable.

"Damn it, what's going on here?" Judaimu called everyone together to head towards Hei Yao Middle School this morning, but as soon as he came in, he couldn't find Judaimu, and even the others disappeared.

"Damn it!" Rubbing the ground hard, he continued to walk forward, unable to see what was around him due to the haze, "Judaimu—are you there—Judaimu—"

Scattered words and sentences dissipated in the air, and slowly fell silent.

damn it-

Prison Temple cursed in his heart, suddenly he raised his head vigilantly, observing the surrounding situation with sharp eyes.

There seemed to be some noise just now...

He stood where he was, and just when he thought it was an illusion for so long, the inexplicable and strange voice spread in the air, which made Guisi's face turn pale.

"It's really ridiculous, saying that you want to be Judai's right-hand man."

"Changed the homework book of the tenth generation without authorization, causing him to be questioned by the teacher and ridiculed by the classmates."

"Help him teach those who bullied him, but let him be taught even worse."

"She said she wanted to be his caring right-hand man, but she made trouble for him all the time."

"It's really unlucky to have a left and right hand like you, no, it's just unlucky, I feel sorry for him."

"Admit it, you are not a qualified right-hand man at all, what else would you do other than make trouble..."

"Shut up—you shut up!" Prison Temple clenched his fists and roared vigorously. The words floating in the air gradually dissipated, and disappeared in silence, but they still lingered in his ears, lingering.

He panted, gritted his teeth, and looked ahead in embarrassment. The surrounding fog seemed to be slowly dissipating, gradually revealing a thin figure.He opened his eyes wide, and for a moment, there was a gleam of light in his eyes. He opened his mouth, and dry words popped out of his throat: "Judaimu..."

"Yo, prison temple." Gangji, who was on the opposite side, greeted prison temple relaxedly, his eyes sparkling slightly.

"Judaimu!" ​​Prison Temple rushed forward immediately, shouting excitedly.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly found out just now...you may not be very suitable to be my right and left hand." Gang Ji's expression was ethereal, with a little apology, "I believe you will find a leader who is more suitable for you than me."

"No, Judaime is Judaime, and no one can compare to you." Yuji looked at Tsunayoshi persistently, his tone excited.

"Juji, didn't you understand? It's because you are my right-hand man and I don't need you anymore." Gangji said slowly.

Prison Temple's face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, his mind went blank, he repeated what he said just now, took a deep breath, his eyes gradually changed from lax to firm, he took a step back, serious and She looked at him persistently again: "I won't leave, even if you hate me, I won't leave."

"Really not leaving?" Gang Ji looked at him determinedly.

"Never!" Prison Temple responded loudly.

"Heh..." Gang Ji laughed, and the laughter gradually changed from a clear voice of a young man to a deep voice of a young man.

The obvious change in the voice surprised the prison temple, but what was even more surprising was that the appearance of Tsunaki in front of him was slowly changing, and the mist slowly rose from his body, revealing fiery red hair and fiery red eyes.

This is not Judaime!

Prison Temple reacted immediately, and quickly picked up the bomb: "Who the hell are you?"

"What a grumpy brat," he snorted, running his hands through his hair, "I'm G, Giotto's guardian."

He glanced impatiently at the prison temple, stepped forward and approached him: "Congratulations, kid, you have passed the test." After speaking, a beam of blue-red flames lit up, and he also disappeared, The prison temple was left alone in the fog.

At the same time, Yamamoto is facing Yushou Chaoyue Yuli, who is also Peng Gelie's first generation.

"Although I don't quite understand what you mean, but as long as you defeat you, you will be able to find Gang." Scratching his head with a smile, Yamamoto drew his sword from the scabbard and looked at Chaoyue with sharp eyes.

"You got me wrong, I don't want to fight with you," he waved his hands, and smiled gently, "I just want to chat with you."

"Is that so?" After being stunned for a while, Yamamoto retracted the knife and returned to his normal state, looking at him curiously, "Then what shall we talk about?"

"What do you think of Judai?" Chaoyue smiled softly, his smile was like the sunshine in spring and ten days.

"Are you referring to Gang?" Blinking his eyes, Yamamoto plucked his hair, "Gang is a very important friend, he looks very gentle and easy to get along with, but I always feel that he seems to be worried about something all the time, but he doesn't speak out."

Chaoyue's smile deepened on Yamamoto's troubled look, and the arc of his mouth lingered for a long time. His warm voice sounded in the silence: "Can you give up your dream to help him?"

"Of course," Yamamoto replied firmly after a pause of less than a second. He looked at Chaoyue seriously, and his usual casual face gave people the illusion of seriousness, but it was fleeting, as if he had never appeared before. He laughed and continued Say, "Friends are more important than dreams."

"Really," he smiled reassuringly, "You should know what he does." He said a questioning sentence indifferently, but looked at Yamamoto firmly.

"..." There was only a moment of silence, and he quickly raised his smile again, seemingly indifferent but full of determination, "No matter what it is, I only know that he is my friend, as long as Ah Gang needs it, I will support it to the end .”

"Remember your words." After staring at Yamamoto for a moment, he turned his eyes away and looked at the empty place in the distance, and a voice with a smile and a repeating voice slowly sounded, "I admit that you are a qualified rain Shou, you have passed the trial."

Yamamoto looked in amazement at Vongola's ring that was ignited with blue flames, and Chaoyue who was gradually dissipating with flames of the same color.

"What exactly is going on?"

But no one answered, Yamamoto scratched his head, looked left and right at the ring with a bitter face, not knowing what to do.

It seems that Yamamoto and Gokuji passed through first. Glancing at the ring that suddenly ignited, Tsunayoshi smiled softly, his brown eyes warm and bright.

The author has something to say: the same very fast trial, um =3=