[Tutor] Lost

Wanting to pretend to be another person is not just about looking the same.

"Hey, Boss doesn't laugh like that." Frowning, G looked disgusted, "It looks so stupid." I didn't think so before, but let a guy with a face of a beloved leader but with a completely different temperament Shaking around in front of him really challenged his tolerance.In order to keep the overall situation in mind, G had to allow Gang Ji to play Giotto, but he repeatedly criticized him.

Gang Ji wanted to cry, but who asked him to play Giotto just now?

"Ah, I think it's okay~" Zhao Li Yuyue smiled, "It's G, you think Giotto is too great." I guess G has already enshrined Giotto in his heart, so naturally, no one is as tall, powerful and wise as Giotto Handsome... Well, let's not mention anything else, the tallness... Turning his back, covering his mouth and smiling at Li Yuyue, this is probably the only thing that is easy to overcome.

With eyebrows erect, G said angrily, "What are you laughing at, music idiot! Don't you know how urgent it is now?!"

"Well, calm down G, I'm serious—"

Watching the two quarreling, Tsunayoshi was a little nostalgic. He thought of Takeshi Yamamoto and Hayato Gokudera who had a similar relationship with the two, and suddenly felt a little lonely.Just looking down and sighing with self-pity, the flames of war suddenly burned on Gang Ji.

"And you! Tsunaki!! As the descendant of the boss, you don't even know the character of the boss, it's really..."

After being reprimanded, he didn’t dare to raise his head. When the long speech came to an end, Gangji took the lead to defend himself, “I didn’t know that my ancestors were mafia until I was 13 years old. If I hadn’t been approached, how would I have known he was so powerful? I always thought I am a purebred Japanese!" Ordinary people, who would have nothing to do to check the [-]th generation of their ancestors!

"Didn't you say your dad is an outside consultant?"

"He has been hiding from my mother and me, saying that he is an oil worker who digs oil all over the world!" Speaking of this, Gang Ji felt a little resentful, digging oil? Are you digging oil with penguins? Directing traffic everywhere! But why does my mother always believe it!

"What is oil...forget it."

After combing his hair vigorously, G took out the cigarette and bit it, frowning tightly, "It seems that I can only think of other ways."

This is indeed the case.

The honey-colored hair was dyed a brilliant golden color, the temperature of the sun could be seen faintly in the hair, and the childish face had been magically made up, showing a kind of elegance that only grown men could have.With golden pupils and tight lips, the stern-faced 14-year-old Gang Ji still looks capable of bluffing people, but this layer of camouflage is useless to those old fritters.

Even if you think about it on the outside, the things in your bones can't be changed.

In G’s words, Tsuna Yoshi’s eyes are not decisive enough, his facial expression is too rigid, his smile is too soft and lacks majesty. In short, he is completely different from Giotto. Let Tsuna Yoshi play Giotto. Boss is under house arrest, please hurry up.

"Ah, really..."

With a sneer, Swomp gave G a wink, and after seeing his patient expression, he was overjoyed, "I'm so sick that I went to the doctor in such a hurry, can I blame the doctor if I can't cure it?" Without waiting for G to get annoyed, he continued , "Those people will come to question because they are too idle and panic. If you give them something to do, they won't think about it?" In Swirmp's view, Vengley's crisis is actually easy to solve. It's just that the means of the guardians are still too young, or they are too affectionate.The same is true for Vengley, who is closer to a civilian organization than the Mafia, and the distinction between the upper and lower levels of the hierarchical system that should exist has not been fully established. It is no wonder that the lower levels dare to question the superiors.

It's no wonder that Pengelie was originally transformed from the Self-Defense Regiment.

Facing the questions from several people, Swomp was very calm, and somewhat guessed Arnold's purpose: it was just that he couldn't let go of his hand and pulled himself to emergency.

Swomp was one of the few insiders who knew about Arnold's status in Vengley. He had no objection to Arnold's joining this foreign mafia organization, but was surprised by Arnold's attention to this organization—except for the intelligence agency, Arnold rarely What about this protection?

Then why did Hosia follow? Glancing at Gangji, Swomp finally shook his head, "Don't you understand? Transferring internal conflicts to external conflicts is just like the French attack and Sicily became extremely united. What kind of people always have two minds to protect their weaknesses, are you right?" The so-called family members can only be bullied by themselves, but outsiders can't touch them. Isn't this the reason? Naturally, the damage to personnel caused by the transfer of conflicts is inevitable, whether it is The enemy, or the friend, is always equal in the face of death.

"External conflicts..."

"Giotto doesn't like fighting." Zhao Li Yuyue frowned, expressing his attitude indirectly. It is an honor to fight to defend one's own country, but it is a disgrace to kill one's compatriots for expansion.

Swomp just shrugged, which is why he said these people were too young.

"You're not fit for the Mafia."

He casually commented and turned to Tsuna, "So what do you think, Hosea?" Even though he knew that "Hosea" was just a pseudonym, Swomp still used this title, which was a hint.

"Ugh?"

"Let me tell you what do you think? Is it worthwhile to exchange a small amount of damage for the safety of more people?" Looking at what Tsunaji said, he glanced at the others, "The new mafia The family, the most important thing is the cohesion of the family, and now the hearts of Pengo Li are about to disperse, and the transfer of conflicts is the only way to strengthen the cohesion of the family when the leader is away." Swomp is not alarmist, his identity determines what he sees. Or contributed to the destruction of countless organizations, so there is something to be said.But what he didn't say is that innocent or purely righteous guys cannot survive in the dark world.

When their homeland was invaded by foreign enemies, they dared to stand up and resist. Swomp had to admit that they were heroes, but heroes may not be suitable for the inner world.

He has never been a hero, but he cannot become an overlord.

Pengelie needs a more cruel, domineering, cold-blooded and darker leadership core, otherwise such a "naive" mafia family will decline sooner or later.

"I'm not Giotto."

Gang Ji shook his head, his peaceful voice woke up the distracted person, and he asked slightly hesitantly, "Is there no other way?"

"If you can play that person perfectly." Swomp smiled, a little playfully. The reason for Hosea's refusal was that he was not the leader who had no decision-making power, or was it simply that he couldn't bear to hurt people?

Swanmp hopes it's the former.

Young people with "ambition" are always more likable, but old people are just interested in such more "vigorous" creatures.It's a pity that this little guy is already Arnold's property, but it's a pity that he is not the ambitious type.

As Swomp expected, G was deadlocked again, but he just watched with a cold eye.

When the war is over and the common enemy disappears, there should be the awareness that close companions will become enemies.If Pengoile only had the courage to fight to the death and didn't know how to follow the trend, there would be no suspense for Pengoile to perish here.It's not that you can't go against the current, it's just that you yell everywhere before your heels are firmly established, with different intentions. It is true that you should admire their courage, but at the same time laugh at their arrogance and suicide.Don't you see that the retreat of the weak is because of cowardice, while the avoidance of the strong is a strategy? In this world, only strength can have weight.

Gang Ji didn't know what Swamp was thinking, but he was simply relieved.

No one likes to pretend to be someone else, even if that person is their ancestor, but Tsuna was a little entangled, seeing G and the others busy, Tsuna hoped that he could help, but at this time the face similar to Giotto became his travel guide hinder.

Want to play Giotto?

The cat was in the room, and Tsuna was entangled. He thought of the portrait he saw before crossing.

Noble, graceful, majestic, powerful.

That was the first time he saw the legendary ancestor, and also the last time.They have never met each other, but his shadow is everywhere in his life. Without Giotto, he, Tsunayoshi Sawada, would not become the tenth generation of Vongola, would not meet Reborn, and would not meet a companion who can fight and laugh together... ...Perhaps, I won't come to this space and meet the chief.

What a tragedy!

"This expression really doesn't suit you, stupid gang."

--well?!

After regaining his senses, Tsuna turned to where the voice came from, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Chaos."

The black-haired handsome man put a gun on the brim of his hat, and his iron-grey narrow eyes looked at him with a smile that was not a smile. It was an expression that Tsunayoshi was very familiar with, "Why, are you stupid, stupid gang?"

For a moment, the blessing came to my heart, and the name came out of my mouth.

"Reborn?!!"

***

"It's hard for you, Arnold."

A thick dozen of materials were thrown on the table, and Cliff sincerely praised, "You actually sent Hosea out again, don't you worry about making lovesick again?" Men who are dissatisfied with desire are quite scary. The little ones are all scrambling to pick up the tasks outside? Isn't it just to stop "enjoying" Arnold's low pressure!

"To shut up."

Arnold gave Cliff a white look.

But Cliff became interested. He almost grew up watching Arnold, and he thought he knew Arnold's nature well. Just by looking at Arnold's reaction, Cliff knew that there was something tricky in it.It wasn't the ignorance of the joking rumors, the anger of being criticized last time, nor the childish declaration of exclusiveness like "he is mine" before.Cliff was keenly aware of the subtle changes in his descendants, which were related to that boy.

Besides love, what else can make people change suddenly?

The old man who is over half a century old feels relieved. He really thought that Arnold would be lonely for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect to be enlightened now.

"Why, do you really like Hosea?" Cliff couldn't help teasing. Doesn't it mean that the IQ of people in love is below zero? Will Arnold become stupid too? He tested the boundaries of Arnold's anger, "What? When it’s time to hold a wedding, remember to give the old man my wedding candy~”

Arnold obviously didn't bother to answer meaningless questions.

"Well, tell me, Arnold." Cliff persisted, showing his lower limit constantly, "Where have you come? I must have kissed you before, touch, have you touched it? Then do—"

"No."

"Huh? If I haven't even kissed you, I should despise you." Cliff deliberately misinterpreted Arnold's meaning, "Lying on a bed, haven't touched enough? And, Hosea's estrus, You didn't do nothing, did you?"

"To shut up!"

Arnold couldn't bear it anymore, and Cliff's question stimulated his depression, "That child doesn't have that kind of affection for me."

After the words fell, the eyes suddenly opened up, and Arnold suddenly understood the source of his irritability.Yeah, no matter what he had in mind, the kid's affection for him wasn't the kind he really wanted.The child just regarded him as the only driftwood, relying on trust, but it was not true love.

Cliff was dumbfounded.

Observing Arnold's expression carefully, he confirmed the guess in his heart, and couldn't help but smile.Love really makes people's IQ drop, look at Arnold, isn't it a good example?

"What are you talking about, Arnold?"

Cliff looked like someone who had come here, "Just take what you want, I don't need to teach you." The domineering words were taken for granted, "If he is not, let him be, don't tell me you are not even a child Children can’t even handle it. ——Are you really sitting on the head of the intelligence department’Arnold’ with your strength? How can you even forget the basic skills?!”

Intelligence agents, aren't they best at dealing with "emotional" issues?

"The point is, what kind of 'emotion' do you want, isn't it?"

The long and narrow phoenix eyes suddenly widened.

After a while, the light-haired man nodded, "You're right." Without waiting for Cliff to be complacent, he took out the handcuffs, "However, I'm very upset to be reminded by you."

"Varied--!!"

Don't take such kindness and revenge!!!

The author has something to say: It’s been a tragedy recently... I wore the new sandals I bought for a day, and ended up wearing out my feet Orz