Is it wrong to not want to use your brain?

From the moment she woke up in the morning and received the first birthday greeting text message, Yue Jianli Hong Ying had a premonition that today would not be an easy day.

He put on a black knitted hat and earmuffs, wrapped in a fluffy scarf, and wished he could wrap his entire face around a few times to protect himself from the wind and cold.

After fully armed, he was blown by the cold wind as soon as he opened the door, which made him think "let's buy a helmet".

Stepping into the snowy world, after a snowy night, the bare tree trunks were covered with ice crystals, but it was a pity that the snow was not too heavy, otherwise he would definitely stay at home with the reason of heavy snow blocking roads and traffic paralysis .

It is a product of evolutionary failure that humans want to be passive and slow down when winter comes. Humans do not need to hibernate.

Hongying in Yuejian couldn't help but wonder, did Master Tianyuan's evolution become a creature that needs to hibernate?

He took a taxi and parked at the downstairs of Mafia headquarters at the port.

As soon as he walked into the building and was about to start his day of hard work, he received a kind blessing from the lady at the front desk.

"Ah! It's Tsukase-sama, happy birthday! Here, your birthday present." The receptionist took out a beautifully wrapped gift box, and she looked at the immature dark blue-haired boy with a trace of curiosity in her eyes, "By the way , how old are you now? You seem very small?"

Yuejian Li Hongying: "..."

Sure enough, what should come still cannot be avoided.

"Thank you, Ms. Matsushima." Yuejian Li Hongying called out the surname of the front desk lady accurately, and he took the birthday gift with both hands, and the illusion of introducing himself to relatives during the holidays emerged again, "I I'm 17 years old this year, isn't it too young? It's one year older than Chuya-kun and Dazai-kun."

"Seventeen is still very young." The front desk lady sighed, "Now you three are all candidates for cadres, really amazing."

After saying goodbye to the lady at the front desk, while waiting for and taking the elevator, Yuejianli Hongying met several people who wished him a happy birthday. A question mark.

After getting out of the elevator, something even more unbelievable happened. The elite army in his command stood neatly at the door of his office.

The moment they found him, a group of strong men in black suits turned their heads to stare at him, and said in unison with joy: "Master Tsukase!"

"Uh..." The picture is too neat, only shocking.

Seeing this, Hong Ying, who was holding several gifts, couldn't help taking a step back vigilantly: "Mr. Mori ordered to encircle and suppress me?"

"How is that possible!" said the leader of the elite force, Ba Banchong, "We gathered here today to—"

Yuejian Li Hongying: "Rotten and stinky?"

Ba Banchong: "Of course not! It's to celebrate your birthday!"

He took out the macaron gift box hidden behind him as if offering a treasure. The heart gift box tied with a bow was in stark contrast to the image of an iron-blooded tough guy: "Master Tsukase, happy birthday!"

Yuejian Li Hongying: "..."

I was so scared to death that I almost thought I was going to propose to him.

"You like to eat sweets, so I asked my daughter specifically, and she recommended this store." Ba Banchong scratched his head embarrassedly, "The clerk said this is more suitable as a gift."

Yuejianli Hongying was silent for a few seconds, suspecting that the other party hadn't told the clerk who to give the gift to, but he still restrained the urge to complain, and replied with a gentle smile: "Thank you, Mr. Baban."

Seeing that their boss didn't feel disgusted, the other subordinates were also relieved, and they took out their presents one after another.

"Master Tsukase, this is a chocolate mille-feuille I made myself."

"I bought cookies! Let me know if you think it's delicious, and I'll buy you some more next time!"

"Master Tsukase! This is the lifetime membership card of the cake shop opened by my wife! You can come and eat for free in the future!"

"Do you like puffs?"

……

In conclusion, it's either sweets or sweets coupons.

The scene was very chaotic at one point, like a large-scale feeding scene, and Sakunosuke Oda, who was pushing the cake cart over, almost thought they were going to fight.

Wait, cake cart?

Everyone stopped making noise, and looked up in amazement at the nine-story wedding cake beside them.

I don't know who spoke out everyone's aspirations: "Why is there a wedding cake here!?"

- Good question.

Tsukimi Ri Hongying felt that even if Mori Ogai's head was printed on the packaging bag of Fujiya lollipops later, his mood would not have any turmoil.

"Ms. Matsushima asked me to bring it up, I didn't buy it." Oda Sakunosuke quickly explained, "The note only wrote "Tsukigase See" and didn't leave a mobile phone number, so the delivery staff couldn't contact anyone. "

Tsukimi Ri Hongying raised her head, staring deeply at the little orange-haired man wearing a black hat on top of the cake.

Although this villain looks more abstract, it is not difficult to see who the prototype is with such directional features.

In addition, the shape of the villain is uniquely designed. His head and body are separated. On the left is the falling orange head, and on the right is the standing body. Covered with large slices of red strawberry jam.

"It turns out that you didn't buy it." Yue Jianli Hongying pointed out calmly, "This is Dazai-kun carrying private goods."

Oda Sakunosuke suddenly asked, "So it's Dazai?"

Ba Banchong complained: "Even Master Tsukase can see it, but you actually know?"

Yuejian Li Hongying: "?"

Are they getting more and more outrageous about him?

He vaguely remembered that he just didn't want to use his brain, not that he didn't have a brain... Forget it, he can think whatever he likes, so as not to waste his time explaining.

"Did you tell Dazai-kun?" Tsukimi Ri Hongying asked.

Oda Sakunosuke nodded: "Well, I also told Ango."

Yuejianli Hongying thought to herself, it's great that someone shares this indescribable feeling with her.

He pushed open the door of the office, piled all the gifts in his arms on the desk, and signaled his subordinates to pile up the gifts that he couldn't take down and didn't accept.

Soon, a small mountain of presents piled up on the table.

"Mr. Baban." Yue Jianli Hongying took off his hat and scarf, the indoor heating and air conditioning made him very comfortable, and his frozen red cheeks were gradually regaining consciousness, "How do you know that today is my birthday?"

He didn't expect so many people to remember his "birthday", and he didn't know who spread the word in advance.

Although someone did ask me about my birthday before—yes, it was Nakahara Chuya and Oda Sakunosuke, but neither of them seemed to be the type to make a big deal of it.

He's never been celebrated by so many people, even though it's not his birthday today.

"You invited us to supper once before, didn't it just coincided with Kuroda's birthday?" Ba Bantaka recalled that Kuroda was a member of the elite army, "That's when we suddenly found out that we didn't know your On your birthday, I went to the data room to check your basic data."

Yuejianli Hongying muttered: "It doesn't matter if you know about this kind of thing."

"How can this work?" Ba Banchong said disapprovingly, "My daughter is about the same age as you, and she especially likes to look forward to her birthday every year, and the department next door was passed by Mr. Chuya before, how can we forget it? "

Very good, from a younger brother to a son.

Ba Banchong continued: "But we felt that there were too few people who knew about it, and it was a bit deserted, so we simply publicized it on a large scale in several mission notification groups."

Yuejian Li Hongying: "..."

Mission notification group, can you actually notify birthdays?

After sorting out the presents, Yuejianli Hongying planned to dispose of the one-meter-high nine-layer cake in the hut. There were so many people present, so they could divide it up first.However, now it is placed on a waist-high cart, and it is a bit troublesome to move at this height.

Yuejianli Hongying thought distressedly, is he going to split the cake with the "Sword in the Stone"?

Yes, but not necessary.

It would be great if there is a supernatural ability that is good at cutting, or a supernatural ability that can shrink freely, you can directly tie the knife to it.

@Akutagawa Ryunosuke who hasn’t been picked up yet

After spending a long time, Yue Jianli Hongying finally finished cutting this luxurious cake layer by layer. Except for the first layer decorated with orange-haired villains, he planned to bring this layer of cake to the In the Central Plains.

After distributing a plate of cakes to everyone in the office, he first moved the cakes from the trolley to the coffee table, and then put the sliced ​​cakes on the trolley plate after plate, but this cake was too It is too big, and the cart cannot hold so many disks at one time.

Yue Jianli Hongying told the subordinates who were still eating the cake: "Eat slowly, I will deliver the cake first, and there is no need to close the door before leaving."

So, he pushed a trolley full of cakes, delivering cakes layer by layer in the Mafia building at the port like a flight attendant, and received a batch of new gifts in the process.

as well as--

"Ah, is this the cake?" The black-haired boy took the cake with a smile, and said disapprovingly of the dark-blue-haired boy's thanks, "You're welcome, I stole Chuya's card to buy it anyway—— "

Yuejian Li Hongying: "..."

A not-so-surprising answer.

Thinking about it, it's still a bit miraculous. On Xia Youjie's birthday, Oda Sakunosuke pushed Dazai Osamu to steal Nakahara Chuya's money to buy a wedding cake and gave it to Tsukimi Ri Hongying.

A nine-layer cake turned out to be a story of five people.

Yuejianli Hongying said: "Although the money is used from Mr. Zhongye, I still need to thank you. These are two different things."

Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly: "That's also thanks to Odasaku, he told me specifically."

"That's another story."

"You are really persistent in politeness." Dazai Osamu smiled, and said with emotion in an unintelligible tone, "You seem to be alienated from people, but you are very popular on the contrary."

Yuejian Li Hongying said truthfully: "I didn't expect that either."

He was not treated at all in Sue's house

See, he only had plastic colleagues working in the Supernatural Secret Service Division. He thought he was far from the word popular, but in the port Mafia, where there is a cheap boss, he seems to be loved...

He couldn't help suspecting that this wasn't a conspiracy by Mori Ogai, right?

Unlikely, Mori Ogai didn't even grant him a vacation. The reason turned out to be that he took three days off without authorization after the Dragon Head War, so he took his birthday vacation as one of the days off.

This means that there will be no birthday holidays for next year and the year after.

It's a beautiful idea, maybe he will run away in the next year or two, his supernatural ability is still as stubborn as a rock, and there is no feedback at all. He even doubts whether Mori Ogai is organizing a charity party in private.

Why don't you just join Vongola, it just so happens that Liudao Mukuro is still locked in the water prison, and replaces the position of the guardian of the fog——

Oh no, Coulom is still there.

Yue Jianli Hong Ying returned to the office and filled a new truckload of cakes.

With the purpose of fanning the flames, he went to Chuya Nakahara, and showed him the cake on the top layer and the well-designed villain: "Look, this is my birthday cake."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Seeing the orange-haired villain with the hat and head separated, Nakahara Chuya's expression instantly became grim, and he had no doubt that this was the work of the dark blue-haired boy with innocence written all over his face, and he guessed the truth right away. Fierce: "Is Dazai tired of his work!?"

Hongying Yuejian seemed to be unaware of Nakahara Chuya's anger, and pushed the cake forward: "Do you want to eat it?"

"Who wants to eat the cake bought by that mackerel!?"

Yue Jianli Hong Ying corrected: "It wasn't him who bought it, it was you who bought it."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

He reacted suddenly, and fumbled his pocket up and down quickly. As expected, his card disappeared at some point!

Nakahara Chuya roared angrily, "That bastard Dazai—"

Seeing that Nakahara was about to rush out to beat up Osamu Dazai, Tsukimi Rihongying quickly grabbed his back collar, fearing that he would beat his external brain into a mentally handicapped: "Calm down, eat the cake first."

"Tsukase! Don't stop me!"

"But it's my birthday cake."

"Uh..." Zhong Yuanzhong was also KO'd by one sentence. He gritted his teeth and stared at the decapitated man on the strawberry jam, and finally exhaled deeply, and whispered: "For your birthday's sake, Hit him later."

Thank you for the birthday, thank you Xia Youjie.

And, thanks to Mr. Zhongye for sending two gifts without knowing it.

Yue Jianli Hong Ying couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth: "You are so kind that you don't look like a mafia."

Zhong Yuanzhong also misunderstood the point of the other party's emotion, thinking that he was going to beat Dazai Osamu later, so he sneered: "I also think that the mackerel was allowed to live a little longer."