The Not-So-Wonderful Notes of the Eternals

I became a team member of Bugarati very smoothly, and followed him to do some basic work for gang members.In Naples, where public power is basically useless, we grass-roots gang members are doing much the same as grass-roots police.

"Hey, good morning, Police Officer Apache." I often passed the school when I was patrolling the streets, and I met this high school student who aspired to be a policeman, so every time I met him, I would call him a police officer.Apaki and Bugarati are obviously the same age, but their life experiences are completely different. The human society is really amazing... Ah, I didn't mean that I am not human.

Apache seems to be a bit uncomfortable with my enthusiasm, but seeing that he even has red ears, he should like this name quite a bit.Maybe my attire is also the reason, people in Passionate are more...well, Passionate.Even good boy Bucciarati, who walks around in an open bust, even has a tattoo on his chest that looks very much like lace underwear to match his clothes.I reasonably suspect that he really wants to wear it, but wearing only lace will easily rub his nipples to blood.

"That's enough Green, don't keep saying such misleading things." Apaki was carrying a schoolbag, and his expression looked like he wanted to smear my face with it.What's the matter, officer?What's wrong with the officer?Why did Apache react so strongly? It's hard to guess the young man's mind.

It was almost late, and Apache didn't talk to me much, and ran all the way with his schoolbag.After he ran away, I waved to him to show respect. He is obviously a high school student, but Apache is really tall.I looked at myself in the window of the shop on the street. This dress really seems to be a bit too revealing, and with my long hair, if I can put the chest pad on it and pinch my throat, I should be able to mix it up. Go into the bar and ask someone to buy me a drink or two.

I also feel a little out of place, but this outfit is a modification of one of the few formal suits I have, and I'm going to have to wear it until I can save money.At this time, I will condemn Bucciarati's aesthetics. If he hadn't reacted so much to me hugging him, I would have thought he was some kind of arrogant gay man.Having said that, it is really easy to catch cold with an exposed waist and back. Next time, add another coat under the coat.

I want to wear ordinary clothes... although Bugarati firmly believes that our clothes are ordinary.

Aside from being a bit out of the ordinary, working is actually quite normal.When patrolling the streets, we are often entrusted to resolve some neighborhood disputes, similar to mediators, but we charge a fee.My life is quite stable, except for the occasional dealing with substitute messengers, it is not much different from my previous life.Even Bugarati is like a very good colleague when I was working before, being asked by all kinds of uncles and aunts every day if there is a girl he likes.But he is still underage, are the uncles and aunts a little anxious?

I started to write a diary again, because I think getting along with Bucciarati is very interesting, and it is worth recording for my aftertaste decades later.And as a gang member, in fact, everyone is quite vulnerable to injury, like right now, I am staying in bed in the hospital.

No one stipulates that the stand-in messenger must only use the stand-in to fight, but it seems that all stand-in messengers follow this strange principle, so that Bugarati was shot three times in a row in this firefight.The strength and speed of the steel chain fingers are top-notch, but two fists are no match for four hands. The opponent emptied two magazines in a short period of time, and the steel chain fingers caught most of them. I also blocked a few bullets for him, but some still slipped through the net.

The battle ended quickly. After all the bullets were emptied, it was difficult for the opponent to escape under my double.In the end, Bugarati and I just looked embarrassed, and the task was completed very well.

"Do you want to eat apples, Bugarati?" Bugarati has to recuperate from his injuries. Whether he eats or not doesn't affect my peeling apples, the main thing is that I want to eat them.

"No, I don't have much appetite." The injury and inflammation made him very mentally ill, poor captain.Ah, the apples I bought today are so sweet.

The reward for the task was good, enough to support Bugara to lie down at home until his body fully recovered after being released from the hospital.All I could offer him was a little care, which was to plant flowers from my double near his wound when he was about to rest.It has no other use, it can only relieve pain, and he will not let it go when he is awake, so that he can judge the healing status of the wound.I'm so sweet, I almost fell in love with myself.

After eating the apples, I went out for a walk in the streets to settle disputes with neighbors and collect protection fees.Bucciarati will be an adult in two months. Time flies. I have saved enough money in the past two years to support me in buying clothes I like to match.Going by his enthusiastic dressing style, I think shirts and jeans are the best way to dress in the world, much better than any robes, suits and lace dresses!The big deal is that I unbutton a few more buttons when Bugarati brings newcomers in.

Apache is a bit older than Bucgarati, he's out of high school, and I can see him in police uniform lately.He has grown a little taller than two years ago, and is now almost a head taller than me. If I am chased by this kind of policeman, I should try to grow a few more legs.Of course, I do not break the law or discipline on the bright side, even if I go to fight with Bugarati, I will wear a mask well. People need face. Besides, this face has been with me for hundreds of years. It is still a bit embarrassing to join the gang in Nian.

I greeted Apache, who was wearing a police uniform. He was supposed to be on a mission, and after taking a look at me, he ignored me.Well, everyone has a job, just ignore me, I have to report to the store that hired me to do security work today.

I was hired by the restaurant we often go to. Bucciarati was injured recently and did not come. The owner of the restaurant must feel a little uneasy.This kind of security work is actually not difficult, just rely on this face that is already familiar among the surrounding residents, and just sit in a conspicuous place and drink coffee.The Enthusiasm organization has grown bigger and bigger over the years, and few families and organizations will deliberately come to find fault with Enthusiasm.I don't like espresso very much, the taste is a bit too strong for me, I prefer it with milk, or with ice water.But it's a bit weird to drink American style in Italy, and it's a bit weird for gang members to drink milk in their hands, so let's do it.

It is said that I am here to be in charge of security work. This place is already covered by enthusiastic forces, and there will be no one to provoke... Bugarati is really prestigious in this jurisdiction, and many diners have come to ask me about it. News from Bucciarati.We used to come here to eat every day before he was injured, and suddenly disappeared for a few days, and the people thought something happened to him.

No way, Bugarati is very busy, and I'm afraid of fire, so I can't do things like turn on the gas stove...

I just need to sit here and take Bucgarati's sick meal back when the meal is over.Since I came to Italy, it seems that I often die, which makes my mind always confused. After two years, I have forgotten why I joined Passion in the first place.Oh yes, it's really bad to hold the thighs of minors anytime and anywhere. I've been working hard in the past two years. After another two months, Bugarati will be an adult, so I can lie as flat as I can.

The rush hour at noon has passed, and I took the reward and Bugarati's lunch from the shopkeeper, and I will come again after the lunch break.At this time, the store had become deserted, so the waiter's scolding seemed very abrupt.I couldn't help but look back at the scene, only to find that the waiter with a bad temper was grabbing a child by the collar, with his fist raised in the air, wanting to hit him or not.That child was not an ordinary person at a glance, and he was not afraid of being grabbed by the collar by a much stronger adult than him. The waiter, who was not very educated, twitched in anger.

"What happened?" I don't really see children being bullied, although it seems that the waiter is being bullied.