I was written into Ke Xue's comics and turned my fate

Jiang Lai feels that he has fully exercised now.It is completely possible to use one mind at a time, acting while complaining in my heart.

The main reason is that the oily thing in the world on the opposite side really makes people want to complain. Whether it is a real pervert or a fake gentleman, the other party has not integrated well, and the feeling of being half-baked makes people very uncomfortable.It's not as good as that guy Summerster here-of course, this is not a compliment.

Jiang Lai: Wait...how did you start commenting!

If this continues, maybe I can write an "Encyclopedia of Metamorphosis Illustrated Book", and then classify the perverts in it, N, R, SR, SSR and so on.

Maybe I will be the first person to reject SSR cards.jpg

There were self-spitting words flowing in his heart, and the little sheep Jiang Lai still looked nervous on the surface. He supported the pretendingly drowsy Toru Amuro, and said in a low voice: "...No, no need, I don't need help. can."

He expressed a clear refusal.

However, Fukuyama Junshima still stepped forward, with an uncomfortable smile on his face: "Really, Watanabe? You are tired supporting your brother by yourself. Let me help you, give me a hand." .”

"No... stay away from us!" Little Sheep raised his soft voice at this moment, and deliberately put away his mouth habit, a bit like deliberately raising it to deter the other party.

But in fact, it is no different from the hair that explodes all over the body when the small animal is threatened, it just looks more powerful than usual, but this does not change anything.

The clean eyes of the brown-haired boy stared at Fukuyama Jundao who was approaching step by step.

Fukuyama Junshima's expression remained unchanged, he smiled and said in a thick voice, "It's impolite to make loud noises in public, Watanabe-kun."

He glanced at the blond man who was leaning against the wall, his head was slightly lowered, and his golden hair fell down.

At this time, Toru Amuro only had a low panting sound, with the smell of alcohol drifting away, and he didn't have any reaction to the little sheep's fried wool-style speech and his approach. It seemed that he was really in a period of intoxication with blank thinking.

Well, it seems that this good brother really can't do anything now.

Fukuyama Junshima's smile deepened a little.

"...What are you going to do? If you want to rob, I can give you money." Little Sheep pursed her lips and took half a step forward to block the blond man in a protective posture, "Although I don't have much money... ...But I can give you everything, all of mine."

The little brown-haired sheep stood in front of Toru Amuro, his childish face was resolute, brave and somewhat nervous. He tried his best to stabilize his expression and make himself appear imposing.

Oh wow, it's really touching, before it was the older brother who protected the younger brother, now it's the younger brother who protects the older brother...

Fukuyama Junshima smiled.

It's a pity that the reality is not the plot of an inspirational drama, and of course he will not be moved by such sincere and pure feelings.

——It just makes me more excited.

Fukuyama Jundao had some playful thoughts in his heart, so he stopped on purpose, as if he was really thinking about the little sheep's words, and released some hope to the other party.

"If it's not enough, I can get it for you at home. I won't tell anyone." The little sheep lowered his eyes and added another sentence. He looked very well-behaved, but his face said that he would call the police when he got out. Simple sense of justice.

——Sure enough, he is a child who has just grown up, and he can't hide his emotions at all.

Fukuyama Junshima showed a somewhat regretful expression, obviously not moved: "As for the money, I don't think I really need it."

The brown-haired boy on the opposite side became nervous again, and Fukuyama Junshima put on a kind expression: "Relax, Watanabe-kun. I don't have any hostility. It's just—seeing that you look like my nephew from abroad, so I want to teach you more. You're just kind of polite."

"..." The brown-haired boy didn't answer, but still stared at Jundao Fukuyama with his dark eyes, his eyelashes trembling rapidly.

"I know you're a good boy, but you don't know the rules yet. It's not good." Fukuyama Junshima shook his head, took a step forward, and said in a friendly tone, "Come here, Watanabe-kun, I'll teach you more Lots of things."

Jiang Lai: ...What do you call a good boy!Too oily! !

In the midst of his busy schedule of acting, he couldn't help but take some thought to complain.

Vigilance flashed across the face of the little sheep, while Fukuyama Jundao on the opposite side looked like he was sure of winning, with a relaxed expression, just scanning the brown curly-haired boy with half-cloudy eyes.

Little Sheep bit his lower lip, knowing that this place he was not familiar with and belonged to the other party's territory, such a stalemate had no effect.

Fukuyama Junshima continued to speak.

"Your brother drank too much wine just now, and he will probably vomit later, otherwise it's better to let him stay here for a while, and I will let my bodyguard take care of him." The old pervert tilted his head slightly, the corners of his eyes The crow's feet huddled together with a smile, "Or, you want to help him to the room together?"

Probably because he realized that it would be more dangerous to be close to Fukuyama Jundao. Although fear was surging in his heart, the brown-haired boy still took a deep breath, raised his eyes and said firmly: "I'm going with you, don't bully my brother... it's all I'm fine."

The soft and waxy boy will also take responsibility alone to protect his precious brother.

Fukuyama Junshima was smiling, and he said in his heart: Not bad, not bad, I am helping the other party grow up, and I am really an excellent elder.

"Watanabe-kun is a good brother, a good boy." Fukuyama Junshima clapped exaggeratedly, then stood where he was, waiting for the little sheep to approach.

The brown-haired boy finally turned his head and said, "Brother Amuro... I'm leaving." His voice was trembling and hopeful, and he held some unrealistic hopes, hoping that his brother could be like a movie Recover quickly and take down the bad guys, just like the superheroes in the game.

The key word "go" seems to have brought back some of the blond man's consciousness. He stretched out his hand to hold the little sheep. His movements were a little weak after drunk, but he still shook his head and grabbed the little sheep's wrist with all his strength. Something is conveyed silently.

"What's the matter?" Fukuyama Junshima asked knowingly, he didn't feel guilty or guilty about the scene in front of him, but was full of joy and excitement.

"..." After the little sheep felt the powerlessness of his brother's drunkenness, he seemed to be more sober about the current situation.He blinked quickly, holding back some emotions, and then broke free from the other's grasping hand, "It's okay, Brother Anshi. You wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

The little sheep showed a bright smile and planned to face the abyss alone.

"If Watanabe-kun is willing to cooperate seriously and learn the rules, of course it won't be too long." Fukuyama Junshima tidied up his khaki coat, glanced at his half-cloudy blue eyes, and said with a smile, "Let's go." , good boy."

The little sheep made up his mind, he took a deep breath, then bowed his head and followed.Fukuyama Junshima had half turned around, ready to walk towards the door.

The little sheep walked to Fushan Rundao's side, not far away.Fukuyama Junshima approached with a smile, and said in the gentle tone of an elder: "Don't be so unfamiliar, Watanabe-kun, I will teach you in detail later."

"..." The brown-haired boy didn't reply, he slowly raised his head, but there was no fear and tension in his eyes at this moment, but a surprisingly peaceful one.

Such a gesture made Fukuyama Junshima startled, and his steps could not help but pause.In the next second, a strong force was suddenly felt on the back of the neck, and the feeling of dizziness hit immediately!

The little sheep at close range quickly raised his hand in coordination and covered the opponent's mouth with force. Fukuyama Jundao didn't even have time to say a shout, but the savage knife from behind knocked him unconscious!

Fukuyama's thoughts are still immersed in his own script. Before he fell into a coma in astonishment, the last thing he heard was a soft but plain sentence:

"—the rules don't need you to teach them yet."

Those dark eyes looked down at him who fell, and the immature and panic camouflage faded away, and the eyes were full of precipitated colors.

Toru Amuro silently knocked the opponent unconscious from behind, then grabbed the opponent's back collar to stop Fukuyama Junshima's falling movement.There is no extra sound in the whole process!

At this time, the blond man didn't have the drunken posture just now, his movements were smooth, his face was serious, and there was a chilling aura belonging to the members of the organization around him!

Jiang Lai: Wuhu, accept the sanctions, perverted oil field monster——

"It's done." The little sheep Jiang Lai looked relieved. He turned on the faucet, squeezed the hand sanitizer and washed his hands carefully. "I thought it was an SR, but it turned out to be an R." He casually complained.

"?" Toru Amuro looked up, "What?"

"It's nothing, it's just nonsense." The little sheep Jiang Lai waved his hands, then tilted his head, "This...how shall we deal with it next?"

Knocking out the opponent is a perfect process without sound and without attracting the attention of outsiders under the cooperative acting of the two, but the subsequent processing is another test.The consistent principle of the organization is concealment and blame.

"Give it to Malbec." Toru Amuro lifted the unconscious Fukuyama Junshima to the sink, "I've already sent him a message."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound at the door.

"Oh? You're so quick." Malbec, wearing a brown trench coat, came from the door with a bit of surprise and a smile, "It saved me a lot of trouble."

"You're not slow." Amuro replied.

"Well, let's create some accidents of drunken drowning or falling to death." Malbec touched his chin, "In bars, such accidents are more likely, and many drunk guys will throw themselves Into the mop washing pool."

"Here are some leftover mixed high-concentration cocktails." Jiang Lai stuffed the water glass to the other party. Only part of the wine in the glass was used to create the scene just now, and there is still a lot left.

"That's right." Malbec took over, "Then Icewine will take care of the rest of the surveillance. Trim the video, clean up some P pictures, okay?"

"No problem—" the little sheep Jiang Lai dragged his voice, blinked his eyes and said, "This time, Bourbon and I are rushing to the front line. Obviously, as a combatant, these are all your jobs. I am so hardworking, brave and willing to help others, you must give me more of your salary."

"Okay." This request is reasonable, after all these jobs should have been done by Malbec, he nodded, "How much do you want?"

"First suppose you divide your salary into a hundred equal squares," said the little sheep, "and then we divide it into one cent."

Malbec responded while carrying the fainted old pervert: "Oh, I understand, but if you divide a hundred squares, do you need to be so meticulous? Give you 30 small squares? Then just say my salary Just give you three tenths of it."

He thought he was already very generous, and giving Icewine three-tenths of his salary was considered a gesture of goodwill.

"No." However, the little sheep shook his head, "Of course it makes sense to divide it into a hundred evenly spaced cubes—I want 98, one for Bourbon, and one for you."

Malbec paused: "What?"

"Ah, really, can't you accept it?" The little sheep said with an aggrieved face, fingering his fingers, "Then, it's not impossible for me to make a concession...I'm 97, Bourbon one, you two, how about it?"

He blinked his dark eyes, innocent and cute.

Malbec: ... What kind of a concession is this, bastard Icewine! !You are blatantly stealing money!

The author has something to say: Fukuyama Jundao: The script in my mind keeps going.jpg

Toru Amuro: (Be quick and ruthless)

Jiang Lai: Wuhu, finally defeated the oil field monster (nodding happily)!The world is clean! !

Malbec: Are your hands made of gold, or your clothes? (Huaqiang buys melons.jpg)

Little Sheep: Here, grab the money.