me, the protagonist

It is also the first time in the history of the Mafia that the Port Mafia has a New Year holiday.

This is not only a big deal for the organization, but also for Yokohama.

Even if the necessary departments are left on duty, the various values ​​​​of the port mafia will decrease compared with normal operation.

This kind of news cannot be kept secret.

For some people with ulterior motives, this is an excellent opportunity to make trouble.

"It's okay, Chuya-kun."

After listening to Nakahara Chuya's explanation of his worries, Mori Ogai got up and walked to the huge French windows, overlooking the busy scene of the city:

"new Year is coming soon."

"I think there won't be so many people who don't know how to make trouble at this time."

Zhong Ye frowned fiercely: "You——!"

How can you say something so innocent?

In the other world, there is no tradition of "all rest because of the holiday".

He also understands this truth, he doesn't believe that Mori Ogai doesn't understand.

Mori Ogai glanced at him, showing a soft smile: "Don't you feel it, Chuya-kun? This city is different from before."

The bullet holes in the building were covered by well-designed posters, and the residents stopped worrying about the evacuation notice and talked about songs and star intelligence instead.

Unknowingly, in the world of undercurrents, a soft color surges up, moistening things and silently changing everything.

"It is the charm of this city that it can be reborn from the ashes many times."

Mori Ogai looked at his young subordinates with warm eyes:

"Mr. Zhongye also take this opportunity to take a good rest, it's a rare opportunity."

Speaking of this, Zhong Ye could only nod his head.

Mori Ogai smiled and said: "It will be the next year when we meet again, Mr. Chuya, I will congratulate the New Year in advance."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

I'm afraid I'll see you elsewhere this year.

The youth subordinates left worriedly.

The office door closed, and Mori Ogai watched the traffic in the distance with a half-smile.

When all the animals are hibernating, the scheming mice stand out.

"Come on, this is the monthly salary and annual bonus for this month."

The store manager put the two envelopes into the hands of Sakura Yamabuki and Toru Amuro with a smile, folded his hands together and bowed:

"This year's business is over, please take care of me next year!"

The store manager made a bright red manicure with sparkling rhinestones, full of New Year's atmosphere.

"I just made it yesterday, isn't it cute?" Noticing Yamabuki Sakura's gaze, the store manager cheerfully raised his hand to show:

"Sakura-chan can also make one, so that it will be more attractive at the concert!"

Yamabuki Sakura said: "I will discuss it with Mr. Fujimura tonight."

Fujimura is the stylist introduced by Wakayama.

"And there is,"

Sakura Yamabuki was a little hesitant: "If I enter the finals, I will have the opportunity to perform at the Performing Arts Building. If I pass, are the store manager and Senior Amuro free...?"

Yamabuki Sakura said: "The contestants have some free invitations, no matter what the result is, I really hope to be with you at that time."

"Because the store manager and seniors are very important people to me."

"When I first came here, the store took me in. Since then, it has been helping me behind the scenes. When saving money, when preparing for exams, when preparing for performances."

"You have always supported me without saying a word... I am really grateful."

She bowed deeply, and her eyes were a little moist when she got up.

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"The final is a very important moment for me, so it would be great if the store manager and seniors were there."

Sakura Yamabuki wiped her eyes, and added: "There are some free places for the contestants. If you want to invite two friends, please don't hesitate to bring them together."

Her eyes were wet, and she looked at the two people in front of her with great anticipation.That look is as lovely as early cherry blossoms in the mist of spring.

The more emotional store manager had already started to wipe away his tears. When Sakura Yamabuki straightened up, he stepped forward and hugged her and cried:

"Uuuuuuu Sakura... You, you have grown up, I'm so happy uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The store manager in her early twenties became a mother without pain for a second, and her voice was full of relief.

Sakura Yamabuki, who was being hugged by her, also started to cry, sobbing: "Yes, yes! I will live up to your cultivation...!"

Toru Amuro watched from the side with a smile, he thought, he was still a child.

Yamabuki Sakura: "You guys are like my family...!"

Toru Amuro:  …

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System: ... Are you making an old mistake again?

December 12, 29:11 AM.

On the day of the support rehearsal, there is still one day before the concert.

"...The above is the official end of this year's semester. I hope that everyone will not neglect during the winter vacation and strictly restrain themselves."

Noctua Zhengdao packed up the handouts and wiped the blackboard clean.

He looked at the few students below, only two of them were sitting upright, all three of them were wandering, their eyebrows were so wrinkled that they could pinch a mosquito to death.

Then he changed his mind and slapped the handout heavily: "I have a commission in Banqiao Commercial Street this afternoon. Which of you, Jie and Wu, is free?"

As a precious healing ability user, Jiajin Glass is not a candidate for the task.

It's not a difficult task, it just takes a little time.

Night Moth Zhengdao thought very simply, just go to any one of the five summer oils.

Usually Xia You took the initiative to go next, and if Gojo Satoru was free, he would go with him.

But this time, Xia Youjie raised his hand before Ye Moth opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, teacher, I have an appointment with the neighbor's child, and I have a tutoring session this afternoon. I'm afraid..."

Xia You smiled apologetically.

"That's good," Noctua Zhengdao had no doubts, "then I will understand you—"

"Teacher, I have something to do this afternoon!"

After a suspicious pause, Gojo Satoru continued: "——I promised to clean the yard for the grandmothers in the community in the afternoon."

Nocturne is right:  …

Xia Youjie: "You were thinking of an excuse just now, weren't you?"

"No." Gojo Gojo didn't change his face, and deliberately took off his sunglasses to reveal his sparkling eyes:

"I really promised to pull weeds and pests for the super red crown new Kuroda five-inch carrots planted in the old grandma's yard."

Jia Ruozi: "Perhaps you have heard that when people lie, they will deliberately tell the matter in great detail."

Gojo Satoru blinked: "..."

Xia Youjie: "Are you guilty—"

Gojo Satoru: "No."

"Okay, okay, I'll go by myself this time," Noctua Zhengdao thought about letting them go in the New Year, and glanced at the students with a very intimidating gaze:

"Wu, you remember, just this once."

Gojo Satoru: "Thank you teacher!"

AM11:46, two DKs are at the foot of the curse mountain.

Xia Youjie took the lead and said, "Then I'm leaving, Wu, you remember to deworm those carrots carefully."

Gojo Satoshi nodded as if moved: "Well, Jie, you have to teach that kid seriously!"

"I will," Xia Youjie nodded, "We will meet again next year."

Gojo Satoru: "See you next year!"

The two looked at each other, showed fake smiles on each other, pulled their luggage and shouted "see you next year" and parted ways at the school gate.

Then three hours later, we met again in an idol's LIVEHOUSE in Yokohama.

Xia Youjie: "Didn't you go pull the carrots?!"

Gojo Satoru: "Aren't you going to teach children?!"

The scenes are wonderful.

In contrast, Zhong Yuanzhong next to him was also very calm.

He just nodded when he saw Mori Ogai: "Hi, boss."

"I expected it."

Mori Ogai nodded with a smile: "What a coincidence, Nakaya-kun."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

I won't say, anyway, because of the holiday, you know best in your heart.

Everyone is very busy at the end of the year, and even some idol nerds have a lot to do.

Yamabuki Sakura shaved off a lot of people who seemed to squeeze time, and there were about 20 people left to recruit.

Many people here know the "Central Plains" who often concurrently operate.

During the few minutes of waiting, people kept coming to greet him, calling him "Mr. Zhongyuan".

Xia Youjie tried to find out the secret of him becoming the core of fans, and quietly moved a few steps in the direction of Zhong Ye.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him, and moved a few steps away.

"The 1.8-meter growth monster stay away from me if you are not an adult."

Isn't this more tragic than him!

Xia Youjie:?

Sakura Yamabuki chose the song all night last night and worked out the way to support it.

In order to match the lively atmosphere of the New Year, the style of the song is also bright and exciting from the beginning, which is relatively upward.

But calling also requires physical strength. Some of these people are too bad at exercising, right?

There are also some people who are too high, and the call seems to be flying off the ground with their feet.

The action is not difficult, the problem is very big.

Sakura Yamabuki looked at a few "outstanding performers", and didn't know what to do, so she could only call for a short break.

She herself left the rehearsal room, intending to wander around and think of something else.

Oshita Town is considered to be half a city that never sleeps, but there are few people during the day.

Sakura Yamabuki walked around the backstage aisle extending in all directions, and there were posters of different idols posted everywhere. Many of them were already canvassing for the idol contest.

"I have to catch up on the poster tonight, it seems a bit late..."

Sakura Yamabuki sighed and turned a corner.

I saw a slender young man wearing a fluffy Cossack hat standing in the corridor.

The snow-white ear protectors on both sides of the hat hang down, a bit like a rabbit with lop ears.

This kind of dress is rare in Japan, and the young man is very tall, which somehow gives people the feeling of a foreigner.

Sakura Yamabuki was a little curious about what he was looking at, and walked over lightly.

That person was very sensitive, she only took a few steps closer, and the young man noticed something and turned to look at her.

"that……"

Sakura Yamabuki pointed to the poster exposed from his side: "Excuse me, were you looking at my poster just now?"

That poster was a promotional photo of her first debut, and it's faded a bit.

The young man smiled, but did not answer.

Yamabuki Sakura thought this was shyness, so she praised more enthusiastically: "Your hat is very cute!"

"Thank you," said the young man this time, "you are also much more beautiful than in the photos."

"Hey, no more."

Yamabuki Sakura has praised many people, but rarely received such straightforward praise from people around her, she touched the back of her head embarrassedly:

"By the way, did you come from abroad on purpose? Isn't it very hard?"

Dostoevsky had never been asked such a question before. He thought for a while and replied seriously: "It's not very hard work. Except for the turbulence in the air, which is a bit unbearable, everything is fine."

"...Thank you for coming to see me!"

Hearing what he said, Yamabuki Sakura, who had low tears, almost cried.

She desperately felt that she had to express something, so she fumbled in the pocket of her coat for a long time, and took out a small doll:

"This is for you, it's my favorite character, the partner of the witch Atali!"

"It doesn't have to be..."

When Sakura Yamabuki approached, Dostoevsky subconsciously took a step back, as if to avoid physical contact with her.

But Yamabuki Sakura couldn't help but put the doll in his palm a little bit forcefully: "Xiaoka can correct people's luck, and it will bring you good luck."

She smiled sweetly, making people feel like they were in a garden under the warm sun for an instant.

The young man was a little dazed.

"We are rehearsing in the practice room in front of here, if you are interested, you can also come and see!"

After delivering the gift, Sakura Yamabuki pointed to the room in front, and finally said: "Thank you for coming to see me, and I wish you a happy New Year!"

The girl left quickly.

The young man who stayed in place looked at the caterpillar-like doll in his hand, paused for two seconds, and finally put it in his pocket.

The author says:

(Dostoevsky opened his palm and looked at it: it was an erhu egg with a strange color (X