Why aren't people raising me

After three days of school, Masaharu Nakahara had only one thought——

Elementary school students are really messed up.

"I am a genius."

While stuffing the reward he got into his mouth, he said solemnly to Matsuda Jinpei who checked the homework, "I think I can skip a grade."

"Skip a grade?"

Matsuda Jinhei opened his mouth to hold the lollipop handed over by Masaharu Nakahara, "You've only been in school for a few days, why are you drifting away?"

"I'm not floating." Masaharu Nakahara sat cross-legged in front of him, "I was provoked today."

Matsuda Jinhei raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"I was looked at by the kid next door to the school with disdainful eyes for 3 minutes. He said that he could see the answer to the arithmetic problem I solved at a glance,"

Matsuda Jinpei: "...?"

Masaharu Nakahara gritted his teeth, "He said that if I want to prove my ability, I will skip a grade and show him! Ouch!"

Masaharu Nakahara received another blow to the forehead.

Matsuda Jinpei put down his homework and pulled Masaharu Nakahara's head, "I'm a brat myself, so why call someone else a brat? Since you said he was a kindergartener, he's at least two years younger than you, and you should follow what he said." care about."

"But that child..." Masaharu Nakahara raised his head aggrieved, "It's different from others."

Matsuda held her chin in the palm of her hand, "Why is it different?"

He is a genius.

Nakahara Masaharu sat upright,

"His name is Saiki Kongsuke."

"A nasty brat who spotted me in the crowd at a glance and wanted to fight me one-on-one."

***

Saiki Kongsuke, wearing a blue kindergarten uniform and a mask that he won from other children on his head, looked at the crowd with disdainful eyes while waiting for his mother after school.

Heh, even if I put on such an inscrutable expression, adults will only think that I am a cute kid pretending to be cool.

That's right, his secondary illness came earlier than others, and all his voices were interpreting that everyone is drunk and I am alone.

Even if you are walking on the street holding hands by your mother, it is boring to analyze the passers-by,

"Hey mom, do I have to come to school tomorrow? My peers are stupider than puppies. How long am I going to play with them?"

"Sorasuke, you can't be so rude."

"Then they're like savage monkeys."

"Monkey, monkey?"

"I only squeak and scream every day, either crying or grabbing other people's things, and it really is Kusuo..."

"So elementary school students are really easy to deceive. I just solved a few math problems in the senior grades. I used tactics to win the opponent group in the physical education class. They will respect me as the king of children."

A lively voice entered Saiki Kongsuke's ears inexplicably and clearly.

Among the crowd, the two children who were approaching relatively looked at each other fatefully.

Their gazes meeting in the air touched sparks of enthusiasm.

The above are only the thoughts of Qi Mu Kongsuke.

In his eyes, the white-haired child walking in front of him was out of tune with all his peers, whether it was the triumphant expression or the wisdom and calmness behind that clever face.

similar.

Saiki Sosuke's heart was pounding,

A similar kind who is pretending to be stupid!

So the next day, he sneaked out of the teacher's sight after school, and waited happily to bet on Masaharu Nakahara at the elementary school.

***

"I have played 32 consecutive matches with him!"

Nakahara Masaharu scratched his head frantically, "It was his mother who found him and ended the war. My fame was almost ruined!"

"Does that mean you almost lost?"

"……Correct."

"Pfft, hahahahaha..."

The curly-haired youth laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled, "You guys, hahaha, one is a primary school student and the other is in kindergarten. You've fought for 32 rounds, and you're still going to lose..."

Masaharu Nakahara was stunned before he realized how stupid this kind of behavior was, his face turned red with naked eyes, "Brother Matsuda is really annoying!"

"OK OK."

Matsuda Jinpei, who had had enough laughing, touched Nakahara Masaharu's head, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh at you. The matter of skipping grades will wait until you are older. If you still have firm ideas, I will support you, but for now, you can enjoy yourself Precious relaxing time."

"That……"

"Also," Matsuda Jinpei said, "Let's go to Yokohama tomorrow weekend."

***

Thinking about it, Masaharu Nakahara finally got on the train to Yokohama.

He swayed his legs slightly, and Matsuda Jinhei sat next to him, laughing at his uncontrollable joy,

"Where does your brother work?"

"He seems to be selling jewelry. I don't know the exact location...I don't really understand either." Masaharu Nakahara felt guilty, "But I heard that his company is one of the best in Yokohama."

"Then he is very powerful."

"Yes, he is hardworking and motivated." Nakahara Masaharu blew up, "And my brother's taste has improved after working, and he dresses expensively and handsomely. I think his face is also very attractive to girls."

The corner of Matsuda Jinpei's mouth twitched, "Don't just remember Hagi's words, you."

The two of them chatted one after another, and Matsuda Jinpei took a Yokohama travel magazine and asked Masaji where he wanted to go.

"I seem to have been to them all." Masaharu Nakahara said, "But I haven't been to places where money is spent."

"Then after seeing my brother, I'll take you there."

Suddenly, Masaharu Nakahara felt a strong prying sight.

He turned his head and looked around, but he didn't find any strange people, until Darryl raised his slender fingers and pointed to the side, "It's him."

Masaharu Nakahara's eyes became focused.

It was a handsome boy with soft brown hair hanging beside his ears, and his eyes were as clear as honey. He was wearing light-colored clothes, and he looked bright and refreshing. He was holding a pet bag in his arms. A three-colored cat is curled up.

Who?

Nakahara Masaharu sized him up, but the young man met his gaze abruptly, turned his head away reflexively, and realized that the appearance of trying to cover up was too deliberate, so he smiled apologetically at Masaharu,

It was a very warm and soft smile.

It seems a bit familiar, but I really don't have the impression.

Masaharu Nakahara turned his head.

However, in the next second, that line of sight stuck to him again.

Masaharu Nakahara: Am I so attractive?

"Yazhi, do you really have no impression of him?" Darryl asked inexplicably,

Masaharu Nakahara gestured with his eyes: What impression can I have?

The demeanor around that young man was unbelievably clean, unlike anyone Masaharu Nakahara had come into contact with. He felt that he would not fail to remember someone with such distinctive characteristics.

Perhaps because of Masaharu's vigilance, that line of sight became obscured and restrained, Nakahara Masaharu uncomfortably moved closer to Matsuda Jinpei,

"what happened?"

"It's a bit cold."

Matsuda Jinpei tugged at his collar, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand to pull Masaharu into his arms, "Okay, it won't be cold anymore."

***

When he arrived in Yokohama, Masaharu Nakahara started to go blind.

He didn't have any contact information of any mafia members. The surgeon and the public security officer had the mentality of never seeing each other after finishing the matter, so they didn't leave him any information.

But how to say...

Masaharu Nakahara looked at the numbers above the heads of pedestrians,

Mafia people have always lived shorter than ordinary people,

And a long time ago, Masaharu Nakahara discovered a characteristic,

Among the members of the port mafia he met, 80.00% would die on the same day. The repetition rate of this date was too high, so Masaharu Nakahara realized early on that there would be a major event like a natural disaster that day.

And this date has also become a symbol for him to distinguish the organization that the people of the other world belong to.

"Here." Masaharu Nakahara pointed to the five landmark buildings on the map, "My brother's head office."

Matsuda Jinhei looked over his head, "...that's really a big company..."

"Never get lost, right?"

"Then should we go to the hotel first, or eat?" Matsuda Jinpei tightened Masaharu's hand, "Or do you want to go to brother immediately?"

So gentle.

Nakahara Masaharu looked at his face,

It's just a child's request, but he respectfully asked me what I thought throughout the whole process.

"Hungry." Masaharu Nakahara patted his stomach, "It's all deflated."

"Then let's go eat."

"Is M okay?"

"Let's make an agreement, that one can only be eaten once every two weeks."

Masaharu Nakahara bowed his head in frustration.

Matsuda Jinpei said with a light smile, "But this time it's an exception."

***

In the M diary, Masaharu Nakahara stared at the crowd outside the transparent glass, his eyes flicked over the numbers above their heads.

Darryl squatted on the chair next to him, pointing his fingers along Yazhi's line of sight, and said in a funny dubbing, "Well, this man is a mafia, and this new car also belongs to a mafia. I was surrounded by the Mafia. Oh, I seem to have seen this person before, isn’t this the one Chuya left behind to take care of your subordinates?”

Masaharu Nakahara frowned, "Are you bored?"

"Because your thoughts are too easy to speculate."

"Nonsense, it's just that you know me too well."

Nakahara Masaharu was not in a hurry to meet Chuya.

He thought that Chuya would definitely know about his coming to Yokohama.

With the locator on his collar.

Nakahara Masaharu grabbed the mini device in his pocket, he thought that Nakahara might not use this method, so it must be Dazai Osamu who stuck such a boring gadget on his body.

Although he doesn't have the confidence to say that Zhong will definitely come to see him now, but...what if?What if I can't bear it?

What did you say to let me go to the bright world to be a happy child.

Masaharu Nakahara clenched his hands tightly and smashed the locator.

Don't just push me away, Chuya...

It seemed that the exchange had been responded to, and a bright color finally appeared in the crowd.

He was sitting in the black car, and the rolled down windows removed the shadows little by little, letting the light shine on his face.

Masaharu Nakahara's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran out of the store while Matsuda Jinpei was ordering food, and rushed when he spotted the car.

Nakahara Nakaya paused, and immediately realized that he had been exposed. He turned his head and gave some instructions to the driver, and Nakahara Masaharu saw that he was going to leave.

Masaharu Nakahara was so anxious that he almost jumped, he knew that if Chuya Nakahara wanted to hide from him, then the next meeting would be far away.

The parked vehicle started to start, Masaharu Nakahara gritted his teeth, grabbed the guardrail and rolled over his legs, "Chuya! I'm terminally ill, if you leave this time, maybe you won't see me again—"

I don't know whether Masaharu Nakahara's dangerous move played a role, or that sentence really hit the pain point of Nakahara Masaharu. Before the car stopped, he opened the door and jumped out, and then walked towards Masaharu aggressively. ,

"What nonsense are you talking about! Can this be a joke!"

He was so radiant that even his scowl could feel genuine.

Masaharu Nakahara rushed forward and hugged his waist before the next reprimand, and the young man was pushed back a small step by the momentum. He opened his eyes wide and was a little dazed.

"Didn't I tell you to listen to me? Why are you still running away?" Masaharu Nakahara muffled,

Zhong Yuanzhong also froze, his throat rolled, his voice became hoarse,

"Don't you...don't want a brother like me?"