[Tutor] Lost

The higher you stand, the farther you can see, and the second floor of the venue can overlook the whole venue, but it is covered by curtains, so the "observers" on the second floor are not easy to be found.A good view provides a lot of convenience. For example, at this moment, Arnold, who is standing by the terrace, can clearly see the whole process of the girl chatting with Tsuna.

"..."

Arnold was only slightly concentrating on his usual expressionless face.

Standing for a long time without receiving attention, Dorje sighed, feeling unspeakably disappointed, "You really care about that child, Arnold." Adjusting his expression before Arnold turned his head, Dorjie said, "Why don't we hurry up and get down to business, so you can go back sooner, don't you?" There is no need to ask for confirmation, just looking at Arnold's demeanor shows that the other party is serious, so why should he humiliate himself and ask?

No one can change this person's decision, from beginning to end.

For example, when he refused the olive branch offered by him, he followed that man into the intelligence department persistently. For example, no matter how hard he tried in the past ten years, he couldn't really get into his defense line.This man has no such words as "friendship" or "old friend" in his heart. He almost engraves "rigorousness" and "persistence" in his bones. There is no more suitable template for Germans than him.

"..."

Arnold still didn't answer.

Letting out a breath, Dorje followed Arnold's line of sight. His attention was first on the girl who was talking to the boy, and the weariness in his eyes was replaced by surprise, "Isn't that the little princess of the Gilurone family?" His His eyes turned to the boy, and he was even more stunned. He didn't look carefully before, but now it seems... Arnold likes young people?

He has no chance, is it because of his age?

Dorje's expression was slightly subtle, but he explained in his mouth, "You should know her, Arnold, she is Xie Pila's daughter."

Shepira?

Seeing that the girl and the boy separated after a few words, Arnold withdrew his gaze. Of course he knew the woman known as the "Witch of Destiny".

As a woman, she became a qualified mafia family leader, even if she is called Alpha, it is somewhat amazing, but Arnold knew Shepila because of the "Vengley Ring" between his fingers.At the beginning, it was Xie Pila who predicted that he would meet Giotto and fight side by side with him, and after the establishment of the Self-Defense Corps, it was Xie Pila who gave the original ring stone to the Vongola Ring.

No one knows why she did this, "Miko of Fate" is no joke, but Shepira is dead, did this girl...inherit her abilities?

"About four months ago, that child replaced Xie Pila as the leader. The news was well sealed, and I only found out now."

Watching the girl walk towards a certain corner, Dorjie's eyes darkened, "At present, there is no news of a traitor in the Jiliurone family. At this age, we can take a firm position..." Ability, either with superb means, or with other peculiarities, but no matter what, this seemingly gentle girl is definitely not a simple thing.

Also frowning, Arnold quickly relaxed.

"It will be fine."

"……Um?"

Without any explanation, Arnold changed the subject.

There are many people at the banquet, and it is easy to spread rumors and leak information, but if it is handled properly, it is also a perfect place to exchange information.For example, everyone knows that "Elliott" played by Arnold is liked by Dorje, who is also an Alpha, and has pursued him persistently for nearly ten years. act.

In the end, he told Dorjie the information orally, and Arnold went downstairs in a cold air.

——Ah, Lord Elliott was provoked by Lord Dorje again.

Feeling the man's obvious displeasure, everyone agrees.

Still standing on the terrace, watching Arnold walk through the lively crowd to the corner where the boy was, Dorje held his cheeks with both hands and rubbed them vigorously.

"Such a direct refusal is really merciless."

Talking to himself, Dorjie heaved a sigh of relief. Anyone who has worked hard for ten years without any gains will always have the mentality of abandoning himself, and Dorjie is no exception.He knows what Arnold means, and he doesn’t mind being entangled or a little ambiguous when he doesn’t have someone he likes, but if he has his favorite, who cares about the one he doesn’t like so much? But he can bring the other party directly In front of him, Arnold really wanted to care about that child.

Dorje on this one is sad that he really lost his love, and Arnold on the other end also thinks about meeting Dorjie.

Dorjie met when Arnold was an "orphan". Although their relationship (one-sided) was not very good, they had some friendship after getting along for many years.But all this stopped at the moment when Dorjie really revealed his identity. As a child of a nobleman, even an illegitimate child was different from others. He was approached by that strange father because he had no other heirs except Dorjie. Jie transformed from a dirty wild child into a noble young master.

Disgusting aristocrats.

The change in interpersonal communication will not happen overnight. At the beginning, Dorjie did not see Li Wangyou, but Arnold still rejected the suggestion to leave with him, and instead accepted the support of the former chief of the Intelligence Bureau and entered the Intelligence Bureau.

Walking to the corner where Gang Ji was, Arnold found that Gang Ji was still obediently waiting for him, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, but seeing Gang Ji's state clearly, he frowned again.

Sitting sideways to him, Gangji curled up on the chair, his head seemed to be drowsy bit by bit, and the four or five wine glasses thrown by his hand made Arnold understand where the blush on his face came from , I was angry and wanted to laugh for a while.

At what age do you want to learn to drink?

Sniffing the remaining liquid in the glasses, Arnold was convinced that these glasses were fruit wine with extremely low alcohol content. Under normal circumstances, even women would not get drunk after drinking it. This shows how low Tsunayoshi's drinking capacity is.Thinking that Gangji would not do such a thing on purpose, Arnold thought about it, and thought that maybe Gangji had confused the fruit juice and wine on the table, and used the fruit wine as a drink.And because the fruit wine has a low alcohol content, there will be trouble if you only drink one glass, so why don't you drink it as a drink one after another?

"so stupid."

Arnold rubbed Gangji's hot cheeks, thinking about how to bring him back, it seems that it is not good to carry him directly in public.

Twisting his head, Tsuna opened his eyes in a daze, his dark pupils were stained with water and shimmering, "... Chief?" He was obviously not sober, and his furry head arched Entering Arnold's arms, twisting left and right, the originally docile hair curled up again.

Something stuck to his forehead, and he felt better, so he grabbed his whole hand and rubbed against it more vigorously.

"Hmm... my head is so dizzy..."

The huge roar echoed in his mind, all sounds were covered, Tsuna didn't even know what he said or what he heard.The voice coming out of his mouth could not hear the echo, and the narration with his lips and tongue did not match what he said. He whispered, and the roar in his ears became louder and louder, like a river erupting from a crater, or an endless stream. waves.Can't hear anything, can't see anything, can't think about anything, just simply telling the treasure hidden in the bottom of my heart.

The alcohol-smelling call was actually just repeating a name.

Hearing Gang Ji calling him repeatedly, Arnold suddenly felt a little complicated. He knew that Gang Ji depended on him, and even decided to take advantage of it, but now it seems——

Thinking about it, Arnold withdrew his hand, lost his support and was unwilling to stay away from the rare coolness, so Gang Ji threw himself into Arnold's arms, wrapping his not-so-strong arms around Arnold's waist, forming a tight circle Less regular rings.

It's like a piece of brown sugar that can't be torn off.

Drunk people proved to be simply unreasonable, and after common sense failed many times, Arnold had to admit that he couldn't get rid of a drunk Tsuna.Not mentioning the value of force, pure verbal suppression, and violent threats did not make Gangji feel the slightest sense of crisis.A man who is so drunk that he doesn't remember anything except the word "Chief". With the original "smirk" on his face, he hugged Arnold tightly like a koala hugging a eucalyptus tree. .

— just like a fool.

The hard dress was obviously not that comfortable to rub against, and the soft cheeks rubbed against the metal accessories, and after a while, there were light red marks.Arnold looked down at Gangji's aggrieved frown, but refused to let go no matter what, and squeezed his fingers to press the hairy head and rubbed it.The dark hair leaked out from between the fingers, separated by a layer of gloves, except for the vague temperature, I couldn't feel anything else.

Supporting Tsuna's back with one hand to prevent him from falling down, Arnold withdrew his right hand, bit the corner of the glove, and took it off.

There was no interval of contact, and the hair that rubbed against the palm was as soft as in the impression. Although the hair would look more obedient when it fell down docilely, he still preferred the fluffy and curly style.That seems to represent unowned, wild, unoccupied prey.

"cough."

Someone coughed softly, Arnold didn't turn around, just pinched the tip of Gangji's ear carelessly, the feeling of being caught and rubbing the earlobe was not good, Gangji hesitated in a daze, shook his head and buried his face in Arnold's arms.

"Master Elliott." The old butler had no choice but to call out.

"Um?"

"Master, I will give it to you."

Bowing slightly, the old housekeeper handed over a black cloak, his eyes swept across Gangji suggestively. "If you don't mind, I have already prepared the carriage, and it will be parked at the door." Of course, according to the young master's order, the carriage was arranged at the side entrance.

Glancing at the old butler's old face, Arnold took the cloak, shook it off and wrapped Gangji in it.After thinking for a while, he buckled Gang Ji's belt and forced Gang Ji to stand up, while he himself acted as a crutch, half supporting and half hugging Gang Ji to follow behind the old housekeeper.

The departure of a certain person will not affect the lively atmosphere in the venue, especially the people on the dance floor who are spinning with the music. They can't remember anything except the dance partner around them and the beat of the music.

About to step out of the venue, Arnold's eyes slid across the lively dance floor, and then turned back quickly.

He originally wanted to dance with Gang Ji, but it wasn't because he was obsessed with dancing, it was just that the excuses he made at the beginning couldn't come to fruition. Who knew that the kid would get drunk after only ten minutes of leaving.

...But this is not bad.

The person huddled in his arms is still whispering his name, with various tones and tones, as if he is playing some kind of complicated and simple game, and he can have fun on his own without any response from the owner of the name .Except for the hand that was refusing to let go around his waist, Tsuna was almost as limp as cooked noodles, relying entirely on his dragging action.

Tucking Tsuna into the carriage, nodding his head slightly as farewell, Arnold got in too.Almost immediately, the shortly separated brown candies stuck together again, no matter how big the space in the car was, they just squeezed into Arnold's arms, like a kitten pleasing its owner.

With his back leaning against the carriage, Arnold let Tsunaki hold him, but in his heart he added a course of "increasing alcohol tolerance" to Tsunaki's training menu.

How to practice alcohol?

You get used to it when you get drunk, right? Cliff has a rich collection of alcohol for experiments.

The carriage left slowly, and the girl standing by the window on the second floor sighed softly.The blue pupils are like the surface of the deep sea, reflecting the fading lights, making it impossible to see clearly.The slender fingertips touched the window sill lightly, and the girl said to herself, "...Is the chaos brought about by tragedy or comedy?"

"Miss?"

Looking back, the girl smiled gently when she saw someone she was familiar with.

Destiny is unpredictable, who knows what will happen in the future, as long as that person doesn't regret the encounter brought about by this chaos, that's enough.

——"Do you want to go back?"

--"……I……"

The boy's hesitant expression at that moment appeared in his mind, and the girl sighed softly. Whether she wants it or not, the arbiter of time will always come, and that is an iron law that cannot be violated.

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