I saved the world after jumping backwards

Giorno has been watching this farce for an unknown amount of time. His rationality warns him to calm down. As long as he doesn’t go up and disturb him at this time, even Apache, who has always been hostile to him, still can’t trust him, at least others can’t trust him. Feeling a little guilty about yourself for excluding yourself.

But he couldn't.

Giorno Giobana's feelings did not allow him to give up this opportunity, and there was only one chance to learn that Xuebu had passed by. What's more, he found out that other people were also interested in Liao Xuebu's deceptive face. Or at least some shady thoughts have arisen.

For Qiao Luno, Liao Xuebu is the supporter of his dream, and also the partner he believes can go forward with him, and even the object he likes. When others only notice his delicate and beautiful skin, Qiao Lu Nok has seen through the outside and seen the dying soul inside him.

"GoldExperience (Golden Experience)" this substitute enables Giorno to create life and at the same time allows him to understand life more clearly.

During that conversation with the young man at the seaside, he felt the attachment in him that was so strong that it was about to swallow him up. It was a realization that for a certain purpose, even if he had to sacrifice his own life to pieces, he would not hesitate. .

Giorno was scared. It was rare for him to feel scared. He only remembered that when he was a child, even when he was punished by his stepfather, his heart did not fluctuate unnecessarily.

But his heart was deeply shaken by Liao Xuebu, because his heart seemed to be about to "die", and his life was burning because of the goal he was chasing, without hesitation or complaint.

Therefore, he must find him immediately...

Before he burned himself out.

According to the replay of "Melancholy Blues", Giorno speculated that Xuebu would not just sit and wait for death. It can be seen from his contact with the so-called Mr. Silver Chariot that he would take the initiative to find the one who took the "Arrow". "The devil.

But what does all this have to do with the organization's boss wanting to arrest him?

Gioruno's emerald eyes are slightly darkened, the boss of the organization... he obviously does not allow others to inquire about him, he seems to have appeared out of thin air, no one knows his past, and puts those who have the courage to inquire about him People from the past are also obliterated.

If I guessed correctly, the Diablo that Xuebu said was probably the leader of the legendary Passion.

But Giorno guessed one thing correctly, that is, before they had time to find the boy, the leader had already revoked the order to arrest him.

On the night after the hotel investigation, Qiao Luno met Liao Xuebu. He was still living in the dormitory of the school, and he kept a high level of vigilance so that he turned over and got up from the bed immediately after hearing the noise.

I saw the silver-haired boy who had sneaked into his dormitory at some point leaning against the window. The silver-haired boy lazily stretched out a hand wearing a black leather glove and waved at him. "Giorno, long time no see."

Outside the window is the cold and distant moon, but his bright moon is still unbelievably beautiful, and exudes a cool brilliance close at hand.

Giorno's heart was pounding because of his appearance, but he still kept his face pretending to be calm, his lips trembling slightly: "Where have you been?"

"Me? I went to shelter from the wind, and I'm fine now." Xuebu walked a few steps to Giorno's side, stretched out her hand towards him, and outlined a slightly mysterious arc with her slightly raised lips: "I I have something to ask you, are you free tonight? Can you give me some time, Mr. Giorno?"

Giorno naturally agreed to him, and taking advantage of this interest, the two teenagers skilfully climbed over the wall and left the campus.

The two of them have done this kind of thing before, and Giorno even teased each other when they saw each other's clean and neat movements, but usually Xuebu would come back with a smile.

"A habitual offender who climbed the wall? You really deserve to be an angel."

"To each other, the gentle and gentleman Giorno-san."

Then, the two teenagers who dismantled each other looked at each other and smiled.

Xuebu led Giorno to the door of a bar. Before going in, the silver-haired boy put on a hood to cover his beautiful silver hair, and said to the boy behind him: "Gioruno, later Don't call me by my first name, call me "Sariel". "

"I see." Giorno didn't ask any further questions, but unexpectedly nodded obediently.

"Yo, Sairel, long time no see."

"That's right, why haven't I been able to find anyone recently, so I won't be beaten up."

After entering the bar, everyone greeted Xuebu, calling his code name one after another.

"I brought someone here, it can't be your boyfriend."

Liao Xuebu sneered and glanced at those booing guys, and retaliated, "Stinger, and viper, don't you forget how much money you owe me?"

The little bastards he called Spike and Viper begged him for mercy, and gave him and Giorno the position of the bar with a doggy face.

He took Giorno to sit down, and explained: "This is a club I opened that is only open to hackers, and the guys who talk bad are all acquaintances."

Giorno smiled and nodded knowingly, "Well, I know."

Xuebu looked at him suspiciously, then ordered two drinks from the bartender.

"You brought me here, do you have something important to say?" Seeing the silver-haired boy hesitant to speak, Giorno finally took the initiative to attack for the first time tonight.

Liao Xuebu looked at him, as if he was a bit embarrassed to speak, but finally the sound of the bartender's mixed drink being placed on the table interrupted the silence.

Since both were underage, he ordered two non-alcoholic mojitos.

"It's just easier to talk here." The silver-haired boy raised his own cup with a black-gloved hand and toasted Giorno, his brows and eyes softened: "Actually, what I want to say is not a big deal. , I just heard that you have successfully joined the organization, so I want to congratulate you, and you are one step closer to your dream."

Giorno chuckled and clinked glasses with him, "Yes, thank you."

"You joined Bugarati's team, right?" Xuebu said, twirling his finger along the rim of the cup, "I investigated him, and Bugarati is a good guy and a good team leader. You have a good reputation here in Naples, and you're lucky."

Although what he said was true, Giorno just had a bit of a taste for it. He expressed his thoughts implicitly: "I think I will do better than him in the future."

Xuebu didn't understand what he was arguing about all of a sudden, and there was a hint of teasing in his tone: "You are so sure that you can get promoted."

Giorno nodded and stared at the bubbling carbonated drink in the cup. After all, his plan was to infiltrate the organization, and after gaining the trust of the boss, he would be wiped out and replaced in the end.

"Speaking of it, I should be your senior." Xuebu said, turning her head and licking the corners of her lips at Giorno.

"I didn't tell you before. In fact, I joined Passion one month earlier than you." He paused, "Because it's an intelligence-related department, I haven't been able to tell you."

The blond boy paused, his emerald eyes showed disapproval, "Then you were still inquiring about...?"

"He hides so deeply, I don't want to have a chance to get close to him after joining the organization." Xuebu leaned into Giorno's ear and said softly, "Speaking of which, he is It’s not that you came to arrest me, and later revoked the order.”

After seeing himself nodding, the silver-haired boy continued, "That's because I have something against him."

The warm breath hit his ears, Giorno only felt that the muscles in his back were tense, and subconsciously lowered his voice: "What is the reason?"

"It's related to his past, but I can't go into details. Now that he knows that there is such a handle, he will definitely send related tasks in the future."

After saying this, Xuebu stopped talking. Giorno has always been good at observing words and expressions. At this moment, he noticed a certain emotion hidden by the other party.

He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak for a long time, as if there was a lingering melancholy in his eyebrows and eyes.

He has always had so many secrets, just like he sometimes inadvertently expresses a sense of distance from himself.

Xuebu finally spoke again: "Although I have a handle on him in my hand, it is actually just a handle. As long as I can't find where his real body is, it will be useless."

"So I made a deal with him, and he promised me that as soon as I finished the final task, he would give me back the Arrow. "

"Giorno, I'm leaving when I get the Arrow. "

Xuebu's voice seemed to come from another world. Giorno could understand every word, but he didn't want to understand what he meant.

"Actually, I asked you out this time not just to congratulate you on joining the organization." Xue Bu's eyes, like the night sky, met those of the blond boy's emerald green eyes, and he seemed to have finally made up his mind, pursing his lips.

"I've come to say goodbye to you."

"Where are you going?" Giorno pretended to be relaxed and chuckled, "What about school, are you planning to go to school?"

Seeing the other party's serious expression, the blond boy's breathing became a little short, and he leaned close to the other party and asked: "Are you serious? Are you leaving Naples?"

Although he tried his best to keep his expression from being too ugly, the corners of his mouth could not be drawn up. The expression management he was always proud of was defeated by Xue Bu's words, "Switzerland? You are from China, right? Do you want back home."

He muttered, with confused emotions in his eyes, "It's okay, I can come to you in the future, as long as you tell me your address..."

The ice cubes at the bottom of the cup melted, and the ice cubes floating on the top layer fell down again, colliding with the cup crisply.

The silver-haired boy grabbed his hand, and his body temperature was conveyed through the touch of the black leather glove. With such gentle movements and eyes, he said such heartless words.

"Giorno."

"...We may not be able to meet each other in the future."

The obsidian-like eyes were shining, and Giorno tried hard to read the reluctance in his eyes.

All he saw was the indifference and obsession that pierced his heart.

"Feel sorry."