Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

"Can you say that again!"

"Ahahaha." Takeshi Yamamoto smirked for a while, and then talked about him from left to right, "I'm going to train."

Takeshi Yamamoto's movement of leaving was stopped by Yu Nanchuan, and his shoulder was held down from behind, "Stop! Class will start soon, what are you training for?"

"I...I..." Takeshi Yamamoto glanced at him, and when he noticed that the classroom door was opened and a familiar short brown hair appeared outside the door, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and his smile became brighter, "Yo, Ah Gang, you're here."

Nan Chuanyou turned his head, saw Sawada Tsunayoshi with a trance-like expression floating in the door like a ghost, and suddenly became worried, "Gang, are you alright?"

"Ah... I, I'm fine." Tsunayoshi Sawada remembered a woman he met today, and was handed a drink of unknown substance. crows falling from the sky.

"???"

After listening to Sawada Tsunayoshi's description of a series of experiences in the morning, Nanchuan Yu stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, and finally couldn't help but slapped his palm on the table.

"Prevention is essential! Have you forgotten that the kindergarten teacher taught you not to drink anything handed by someone you don't know?"

"I... I don't intend to drink."

Sawada Tsunayoshi shrunk his neck, noticing that he was actually being dismissed by many of his classmates, and wished he could disappear immediately.

"Then why did you reach out to pick it up? Forget it, you go wash your hands and remember to disinfect." Thinking of what happened to A Gang, Nanchuan Yu felt suffocated for a while, but thinking of Sawada Tsunayoshi's gentle and not good at rejecting character, Nanchuan Yu still Seriously, "It's time for you to understand the dangers of the world."

Sawada Tsunayoshi left with a vague understanding, and Takeshi Yamamoto, who had been trying to weaken his own existence, looked at Nanchuan Yu expressionlessly turned out a pile of books from under the desk, looked at them cautiously, and couldn't help but twitched Mouth.

"This kind of book...isn't it all a lie?"

On Nan Chuanyou's desk, there was a pile of mystery novels. On the waistband of the book, there was a line of big characters written, "The latest masterpiece of the famous mystery novelist Edgar Allan Poe!"

"Why do you think so?" Nanchuan Yu glared at Takeshi Yamamoto, with the air of going to hell if you dare to say one more word, and his tone was full of expectation, "Whether it is Mr. Edgar Allan Poe from the United States, or Mr. Poe from Japan Mr. Kudo, apart from being a novelist, he is also a well-known detective! They have participated in solving many cases, so don't underestimate them."

Even in Nanchuan Yu's memory, Edgar Allan Poe was hailed as the originator of mystery novels, but it seems that because the world is different, Nanchuan Yu has never heard of this evaluation.

"However, if I remember correctly, Mr. Conan Doyle is just a doctor, but the Sherlock Holmes he described is still the idol of many reasoning fans." Nanchuan Yu opened the book, intending to dig out a few core death methods from it. The novel reminded A Gang, but he waited until the class, and Sawada Tsunayoshi did not come back.

"Really? It looks very powerful." Yamamoto Takeshi, who noticed that Nanchuan Yu was diverted and was not interested in reasoning, was slightly relieved, and sat back cautiously in his seat while responding.

However, Sawada Tsunayoshi never came back.

Prison Temple Hayato also did not appear.

During the class break, Nanchuan glanced at the vacant seats of the two, silently put the mystery novel back under the table, and turned on the phone.

At this time, Takeshi Yamamoto leaned over again, staring at Yuu Nanchuan's movements curiously.

After two consecutive phone calls were not answered, Nanchuan Yu turned to look at Takeshi Yamamoto, and said with determination: "Do you know what they are doing?"

"Huh?" Takeshi Yamamoto was surprised and shook his head hastily.But as Nanchuan Yu stared at it for a longer and longer time, Yamamoto's armed expression slightly restrained, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "They must be playing some mafia game."

"Game? Huh." Nan Chuanyou sneered, "Don't play tricks on me, you already know."

Takeshi Yamamoto fell into a long silence, and then Takeshi Yamamoto chuckled, his eyes were as bright as ever, "Well, isn't it a game, I think it's quite interesting."

If he hadn't noticed Yamamoto's slightly trembling fingertips because of fear, Nanchuan Yu would have been fooled by his appearance at the moment.Knowing that the world is very dangerous, he deceived himself and comforted the people around him with a relaxed performance.

"Forget it..." Yuya Nanchuan didn't want to break Takeshi Yamamoto's disguise, "You young people's thoughts are really hard to understand."

Whether it's an unconditional support for a friend or an unreserved devotion to a sport you love, it's...

Dazzling.

"Hey, are you a grandfather?" Holding Nanchuan Yu's shoulder, Takeshi Yamamoto rubbed the other's meticulously groomed short hair in dissatisfaction, "Don't say you are very mature."

"Hehe." Nanchuan Yu didn't bother to reply, and under the pressure of Yamamoto's half body, he opened the online shopping interface.

"Huh? What are you buying?" Takeshi Yamamoto leaned into the screen curiously, and saw the unfamiliar text on it.

"History of 24." Nan Chuanyou drew a cruel arc under his calm expression, "I don't think mystery novels can save Ah Gang."

"What's that?" Takeshi Yamamoto looked curiously, and was shocked by the number of those books.

"It's the history books of the Tang Kingdom next door. They have a saying called 'Take history as a mirror, and you can understand the gains and losses'. I think that if you want to give this set of books to you, you should study hard." Nanchuan Yu clicked to buy, and looked up at Takeshi Yamamoto.

"What?" Takeshi Yamamoto's grades are good, but as a sports boy, he is also the type who doesn't like reading, "Why should I read it?"

"Nonsense, don't you and Hayato Gyodera plan to help Ganga? Learning more can help you suppress your temper." Thinking of Hayato Gyodera's setting where he would explode if he didn't agree with each other, Yuu Nanchuan sighed softly, " Although Ah Gang will be a black/hand/party in the future, it is also a family that has been passed down for a hundred years. I think the assistants Ah Gang needs may be political, economic, and cultural. Which aspect do you think you will choose as your future goal? "

Takeshi Yamamoto, who was clearly arranged, fell into a suspicious life. He looked at Yu Nanchuan for the last time, and couldn't help asking: "Then what will you do in the future? Don't say you don't do anything, between you and A Gang The relationship with you is closer, and he also trusts you the most."

"Yeah, who made us childhood sweethearts." Nanchuan Yu nodded in satisfaction, and then replied without thinking, "I can be a foreign aid and force support for A Gang."

Thinking of my white No. 80 Sword Fusangshen, if they can all appear in this world, let alone a mafia, the whole world can be flattened.

"I am the king of the world." That's how it feels.

Nan Chuan Yu fell into puzzled thinking.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the door of the classroom. Yu Nanchuan looked at the absent-minded Tsunayoshi Sawada and Hayato Gokudera, and was curious about their magical experience of skipping class.

Nature is miraculous. After all, if it were a normal world, a baby would not be sent as a tutor.

Then Nanchuan Yu noticed two children on the shoulders of Tsunayoshi Sawada, one on the left and one on the right, one was the familiar Li Baoen, and the other was a stranger, wearing a cow suit.

The two used Sawada Tsunayoshi's shoulders as the arena and fought with each other.

In other words, the little boy in the cow suit was provoking Ribaun unilaterally, while the other boy didn't give him the slightest glance.

"Gang, this is also..." Your tutor?

It's no wonder Nanchuan Yu thought too much, but the timing of the appearance of these two cute children was too coincidental, and the similarity (especially height) was not low.

"His name is Rambo, and he is Li Baoen's friend... Ouch." Before the introduction was finished, Tsunayoshi Sawada was interrupted by two children at the same time.

"I have no friends."

"Master Lanbo is not Li Baoen's friend. I am the killer of the Povino family. I am five years old. I am Li Baoen's challenger. I will definitely defeat him and become the world's number one killer."

Li Baoen didn't give Lan Bo a look, the child's eyes turned red, and he muttered, "Be patient"

After listening to Lanbo's self-introduction, Nanchuan Yu and the helpless Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at each other, revealing a tacit and complicated look, "Your profession has a relatively small age limit for employment."

"Hey, is this the time to talk about this?" I thought that my childhood sweetheart, Nanchuan Youneng, would have a heart-to-heart with him, but unexpectedly, Xiaoyou was so ahead of me that I never had a chance to have a heart-to-heart with him.

When the few people present were chatting, the noise outside the door became louder and louder, and then the classroom door was suddenly opened, and a group of girls from the same class were standing outside, each holding a plate in their hands. The food prepared by their girls' home economics class.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's originally relaxed expression suddenly realized something when he saw a pink-haired woman among the girls.

That woman was none other than the woman who handed him the strange drink before, and that person obviously had malicious intentions. His fingers brushed over the plates in the hands of different classmates, and those delicious and lovely foods seemed to have changed, and passed on one after another. To feel horrible and weird.

"That's..." Tsunayoshi Sawada was about to step forward to stop him, but suddenly there was a suppressed sob from beside him.

As soon as Sawada Tsunayoshi turned his head, he saw Hayato Gokudera suddenly fell to the ground, and stretched out his hand to cover his stomach, his face also turned pale.

"Student Prison Temple, what's wrong with you?"

"Judaime, I'm fine." Gokuji Hayato struggled to get up, but the shadow in his heart stimulated the nerves in his stomach all the time, "Why did you kick me..."

The direction Hayato was looking at was the place where Yu Nanchuan was, but at this time, Yu Nanchuan had secretly notified Xiaoye Zuofuji who had been staying in his schoolbag all the time.

The mind is connected, Xiao Ye is like a ghost, suddenly appearing and then disappearing suddenly.

The sky was clear, and almost no one noticed his appearance until there was a burst of exclamation from the door of the classroom, and the cups, dishes, and dishes shattered on the ground.

It is the so-called martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken.

Is the short knife cute?

That's dad!