[Tutor] Lost

"Wait for me here."

Taking Gangji to an independent office, Arnold left alone after leaving this sentence.

Sitting cautiously, the person who thought he would come back soon did not return, Tsuna suddenly woke up and scratched her hair in embarrassment.If Reborn had heard what was going on in his mind here, he would have laughed hard at him.

Even though I have thought about trying to survive here, why do I still have the idea of ​​dependence?

He is so useless! He no longer wants to be a good-for-nothing who can only hide in the back and be bullied by others! The appearance of Reborn gave him a chance and a turning point for change. Could it be that besides being pointed at by Reborn, he would Can't you take the initiative yourself?!

"My lord, I heard Anthony say that you are back—"

In the middle of deep self-criticism, the office door was pushed open and slammed against the wall, and the energetic voice almost pierced Tsuna's eardrums.He saw a boy with blond hair and brown eyes, who looked about his age, and his energetic appearance reminded Tsuna of his friend Haru Miura.

He couldn't help feeling a little fond of the boy, although he couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

Perhaps due to concerns about his nationality, whether they were in Vengley or with Arnold, they communicated in Japanese. It was not until this time that Tsunayoshi realized the language barrier between them.

Please, my English has never passed! Even Mandarin... The villain in my heart hugged his head and howled miserably. Tsuna fell into frustration again. He could already foresee how miserable his future would be, but this time he did not With Reborn pointing the gun, he too had to run forward with all his might.

"Ah, aren't you here?" No one was found behind the desk, the blond boy scratched his hair, and then he noticed Tsuna who was sitting in the corner.Thinking of the news that "the chief brought a child back", the boy immediately approached Tsuna, "Hey, who are you? Are you a new companion? It's the first time we meet..."

Wow, wow, after talking for a while, the boy finally noticed that Gang Ji hadn't spoken, he was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, sorry, what's your name?"

What responded to him was a question mark on Tsuna's forehead.

"Why don't you speak? Can't you speak? Still can't hear?" Touching Tsunaji's increasingly puzzled eyes, the boy took out a small green leather notebook from his pocket, and a short pen from his trouser pocket. Passed it in front of Tsuna, "Here, let's communicate with a pen, I don't mind."

After receiving the notebook and pen, Tsuna twitched the corners of his mouth. Although he still couldn't understand what the other party said, he always felt that the other party misunderstood something very important.

Before coming, Arnold specifically told him not to talk nonsense. Arnold, who doesn't like nonsense, has proved the importance of the matter by speaking for this.Tsuna wasn't sure whether to speak up, he didn't understand the other person, and he wasn't sure the other person understood him.

How can Japanese become an international lingua franca!

Seeing that Gangji was still looking at him inexplicably, the young man thought for a while and frowned in distress. He felt that the person brought back by his chief might be a hearing-impaired person, but he has never learned sign language? After thinking about it, he Pointing at himself with his index finger, he mouthed exaggeratedly, "Danny, my name is Danny."

"... Danny?"

After getting a response, the boy who called himself Danny smiled instantly, "Yes, my name is Danny." The smooth attempt gave him confidence, he pointed to Tsunaki, and gestured again, "So what about you? what's your name?"

This meaning is a bit complicated, Danny gestured for a long time before Tsuna understood what he meant.

name?

Facing Danny's expectant eyes, Gangji hesitated. He remembered the name Arnold gave him before he came in.

"...Hosea."

Pointing at himself, Tsuna repeated, from stiff to proficient, "Hosea."

This is his name, now, or in the future.

******

Leaving the office, the rest of the building is busy.

The people who come and go come and go in different costumes and appearances. If you only look at the body and temperament, it is hard to imagine that these people from all over the world will appear in one place at the same time.It's just that although they came and went in a hurry, everyone who saw Arnold stopped, nodded to him sincerely, and continued their work after he passed by.

Arnold didn't know how much sincerity was in this behavior, and he didn't want to know, all he needed was the most basic obedience to orders.

Passing through the long corridor, he turned into a corridor marked with warning signs, from here, the number of people coming and going decreased significantly.Everyone focused on their own business, along the way, almost no one noticed Arnold's arrival.

Accustomed to this, Arnold stopped in front of the door at the end of the corridor.

This is the most heavily guarded and safest room in the entire building - although it looks inconspicuous.

The door was ajar, and Arnold pushed it open as usual, and threw the material in his hand onto the experiment table without looking at it. The "pop" sound was not too loud, but it brought the man beside the table back to his senses in an instant.

"Hey, don't always be like this, Arnold."

The vigilance in his eyes dissipated the moment he saw Arnold. The man rubbed his shoulders and put the test tube in his hand back into the test tube rack. "You know I'm almost 50 years old. Old people can't stand being scared."

Glancing at him lightly, Arnold said nothing.

"Okay." Raising his hand to express his surrender, the man picked up the document bag on the table and opened it, confirming that it was exactly what he needed, "Thanks."

"Cliff."

"Listen, Arnold, eating too much of this is not good for you." Knowing what Arnold wanted, the middle-aged man, Cliff, stared at Arnold seriously, he looked really old, with gray hair And his receding hairline showed his age, but he still had piercing blue eyes and a soothing voice in his voice.

"You should find a partner," he said. "Continuously taking inhibitors is not a long-term solution, and this thing will also be resistant..."

As we all know, any party in the ABO system will have a estrus period. The only difference is the degree of self-control at different levels when the estrus period comes.

In order not to let the estrus period affect the work, the bureau will specially equip corresponding inhibitors according to the different classes of each intelligence agent.This is the preferential treatment that only the royal family and their secret state officials can enjoy, and the formula of the inhibitor is the top secret of the state, for any country.

"Are you joking?" Arnold just asked back.

After being silent for a while, Cliff was helpless, "If you don't mention this, what about drug resistance? Don't talk about researching new drugs. You know how many processes new things need to go through. They won't be produced so quickly, at least within 20 years." Won't."

"Then increase the dose."

There was no hesitation in this answer, and it was obviously a question that Arnold had considered.

"...Hey, there is a saying in the East called 'a medicine is three-point poison', don't tell me you haven't heard this sentence, Arnold." Cliff tried to persuade him again, but unfortunately the one who was persuaded was the same as any time before. That way, he was mercilessly ignored.

"Will you give it or not?"

"Hey! Hey! Don't use force!" Quickly raising his hands in surrender, Cliff took out a paper bag from the drawer beside Arnold before Arnold touched the handcuffs, "Here you are! Here you are! I have always been a civil servant!" Handing the paper bag to Arnold, he complained and urged, "I've prepared it for you, tsk, if you have any questions, come to me in time."

Glancing at the reagents in the paper bag, Arnold raised his eyebrows and repeated mockingly, "Clerical staff?"

Don't look at Cliff's nice face, but before Arnold joined the intelligence agency, he was already a number one figure in the intelligence agency.Arnold almost grew up listening to this man's glorious deeds, how could he believe that he was as harmless as he appeared? If it weren't for the death of Cliff's partner, he probably wouldn't have become what he is now.

Of course, it is impossible to be a simple character who can stay in the intelligence agency until the age of 47.

And Cliff quickly showed his not-so-easy side.

"I heard you brought a boy back, Arnold?" The word "gossip" was written all over his face, Cliff did not hide his curiosity, "It is said that you brought him with you when you went out on missions, didn't you say you don't want a partner? ?"

"...he's underage."

Having said that, Arnold's expression moved slightly, feeling a little helpless.Although the Ministry of Intelligence is a secret agency serving the country, even Arnold, who is the chief, has to admit that some intelligence officers do not become gossips because they do intelligence work, but because they gossip too much.

So in the Intelligence Bureau, all kinds of lace news are delivered very quickly.

"Oh! So, Arnold, are you going to play with cultivation!" Inexplicably excited, Cliff said enthusiastically, "Oh, Arnold, you don't know what 'cultivation' is? It is said to be from the cultural tradition of Fusang, Wouldn't it be fun to develop a lover from an early age and slowly develop into one's favorite temperament? And..."

"—cuff and kill!"

A handcuff fell on Cliff's head, and Arnold didn't show mercy. Alpha is not so easy to die anyway.

"Hey, it hurts!"

Sure enough, the middle-aged and elderly man who claimed to be "old bones can't stand a beating" got up neatly, leaving only a bruise on the head after being hit directly. It seems that the blow had no effect on him.

Recognizing this, Arnold wisely began psychologically attacking, "dirty-minded middle-aged men."

—although he had realized this a long time ago.

"Hey hey-"

A sarcasm appeared on the expressionless face, Arnold raised his eyebrows, and those beautiful phoenix eyes were suddenly endowed with a flamboyant meaning, which made him no longer look so uninvited.But at the moment Cliff was not happy, although he always hoped that Arnold would be as energetic as ordinary young people.

Because this often means that Arnold has turned on the hidden attribute of "venomous tongue".

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Under Cliff's anxious eyes, Arnold slowly put the handcuffs back into his pocket, "You are no longer middle-aged, old man." The two words are vividly expressed.

These words seem to be just mocking Cliff's age, but with that look in his eyes and the direction of his gaze, things will become more complicated.

"Are you hinting at me? Hinting that I can't do it, Arnold! Who did you learn from? Hey!" He almost wanted to grab Arnold's shoulder and shake it desperately, but the instinct of survival prompted Cliff to stop this movement, and he started One circles around in a small space, "Hey, although I am indeed past the age when I will go 'crazy' in estrus, who told you that estrus is the same as menopause in women? Well, even if it is not too different, but impulsive I will still have it, it will still stand up when I am excited, you must not question my ability, Arnold..."

Being questioned about his ability in this area is worse than the sky falling for an Alpha!

If it doesn’t work, isn’t it worse than Omega? X’s ability is strong, and he is already one of the benchmarks for identifying a strong Alpha in private! Is he going to be laughed at by other old guys? Thinking of this, Cliff squatted unconsciously When he reached the corner, his body was covered in grayness, and he had already unconsciously imagined how he would be laughed at after his suspicion was confirmed.

"..."

Enough is enough, the wretched old fellow.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, Arnold held back and didn't clean the door, put the paper bag in his pocket, turned around and went out the door.

So half an hour later, when Cliff finally realized that he was just worrying about the sky and wanted to ask Arnold for a theory, he naturally didn't see the real master.

"Oh, let's go again, I haven't asked him about that child yet." Touching his chin, Cliff recalled Arnold's reaction just now, a little confused, "However, he would make such a joke... Could it be that Arnold very good mood?"

The man who almost put seriousness and sternness on his face, even if he watched Arnold grow up, he rarely saw Arnold like this.

After pondering for a while, a flash of inspiration flashed in Cliff's mind, and he smashed his left hand on his right.

"Could it be that--"

He showed a suddenly realized expression, "Arnold really wants to play?"

The author has something to say: ... If Arnold is still present, I can only light [candles] for you Cliff ==

Let's go, wretched middle-aged and old people [waves handkerchief].

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Why did the text suddenly disappear == make up