After the group wear, I became the group darling of the big guys

"Here, this is the USB drive you wanted." Toru Amuro threw the USB drive to Gin. The silver-haired young man raised his hand to catch it, and turned and left without even looking at Weike who was lying on the ground gasping for breath.

"Can you stand up?" Toru Amuro squatted down, staring into Weique's eyes, observing this man who looked like a fighting maniac.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Tartaglia's eyes were bright, but Amuro Toru discovered that during the battle, the double blades used by the young man disappeared at some point.

Amuro Toru hid this question in the corner of his heart. He maintained his smiling tiger image: "Wei Que, what is so special about you that you can be appreciated and favored by that person?"

"What? Are you jealous?" Wei Que raised his eyebrows. Even though he was in a weak position, he always gave Amuro a feeling of looking down on him, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"How is that possible? I'm just looking forward to working with you." Toru Amuro opened his eyes wide and then smiled.

"Cooperation? I don't need collaborators. They are just a bunch of guys who can't wait for me to die." Wei Que muttered. After a short rest, he had some strength in his body. He got up from the ground, "This world is so boring. Only fighting, endless, near-death fighting can make me ecstatic."

"Really? I think Gin is a good fit. After all, you all look pretty crazy." Toru Amuro followed behind Weizhao and pretended to speak casually.

"Ha, that's just because I haven't adapted yet." Wei Que pouted, a bit of gloom flashed in his eyes, "I'm better than that guy, why can he use it but I can't?"

The sound of the bird was so soft that even though Toru Amuro was very close to it, he couldn't hear it clearly.

"what?"

"No. Bourbon, don't waste your time on me. I'm just a pursuer in the fight. You won't get what you want."

He got it.

Amuro Toru paused.

He made his purpose so obvious that if Wei Que really knew nothing, he could close the distance. But this man was obviously not like he appeared to be, just a crazy lunatic who loved fighting.

Using such a personality and body to hide his true self, does Wei Que really not want to use his brain, or is everything a disguise?

Back in the safe house, Toru Amuro put his hands over his eyes and looked through his fingers at the bright incandescent light that dispelled the darkness.

Granville, Wei Que, Hennessy whom I have never met, Mint Sweet, and White Morgan who has been shining in the laboratory recently... How did the Black Organization attract so many geniuses to join recently?

***

When Shi Ning opened her eyes again, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. She hurriedly packed herself up and was startled when she opened the door.

The five people sat neatly on the sofa, with a cup of steaming tea in front of Zhongli. Wendy leaned lazily on Lei Dianying's shoulder, and the fragrance of fruit wine instantly exploded and drifted into Shi Ning's nose. Lei Dianying sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to rest. And Fu Nina sat upright on the single sofa with one leg dignifiedly, her whole body stiff, looking like a doll waiting for someone in a POSS position.

"Oh, you're finally awake. Would you like a drink?" Wendy smiled and waved the cider in her hand at Shi Ning.

"No, I don't drink." Shi Ning shook her head. Although she didn't like the smell of alcohol on weekdays, the alcohol that Wendy drank didn't taste like ordinary alcohol. It was much more fragrant, with more of an apple fragrance. "You should drink less too."

Wendy shook her head. "This is cider. Normally I have to sing for a long time before I can buy a glass. So don't limit me~"

The free god of wind took another sip of cider and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"Don't pay attention to this drunkard poet. Miss Shi Ning, just arrange it according to your schedule." Zhongli sighed and tried to smooth things over.

Nashida was sitting aside, and when she saw Shi Ning coming out, she smiled at the girl.

"Ahem, I think you can guess my identity. Yes, I am the water god of Fontaine, in charge of justice in the world. If there is any injustice, the water god will give it justice." Funina's voice was clear and had a bit of operatic melody. "Praise me, the power of the water god is so strong that I can even judge the gods if I want!"

A quiet atmosphere enveloped the entire living room and no one spoke.

Shi Ning's hand holding the bedroom door handle tightened slightly. She felt that she might have experienced what embarrassment and social death were.

Should we be glad that they are not outside now?

Is this the character of the Water God?

A little shocking.

"Ha, hahaha... haha, it's just a joke." Funina laughed dryly, a little embarrassed, and shrank into the sofa.

"This is the dumpling milk that the Son of God brought you." Lei Dianying pushed Xiaobao on the table forward and looked at Shi Ning with a pair of deep purple eyes.

"Just right, I'm a little hungry too." Shi Ning came over and just as he opened the package, he became a little stiff. "Is this...really a gift from the Son of God?"

"Of course. I made the finished product, and Shen Zi made the packaging. I originally wanted to give it to Shen Zi to eat, but she said she wanted to give it to you as a gift." Lei Dianying nodded. Although her face was expressionless, Shi Ning always felt that she was looking forward to it.

But this expectation is too much.

Shi Ning looked at the purple unidentified object inside with an indescribable feeling, and suddenly he had a sense of déjà vu.

We are a group of people, why are we so anxious to hurt each other?

Shi Ning was very suspicious that the Son of God decided to let Lei Dianying give it to him just because he didn't want to die suddenly after eating it.

But facing Lei's expectant expression, this young lady who had never touched women's daily life in the beginning, was brought up in a pampered environment, and had everything she wanted. But the girl who was pampered and brought up in this way did not have the kind of pampered princess syndrome, and could be said to be particularly approachable, gentle and sincere.

This should be her first time cooking. No, she has to eat it even if it tastes bad, otherwise it will undermine her self-confidence.

With trembling hands, he picked up a dumpling with chopsticks. I don't know how Lei Dianying did it, but he could make the dumpling into strange and colorful colors. He is really talented.

The moment the dumpling entered her mouth, Shi Ning felt that all the tastes she could sense were fighting in her mouth: sweet after sour, bitter after sweet, and spicy after bitter. It was really a mixture of all five flavors, which was amazing.

"How about it."

I can't swallow it at all.

Shi Ning puffed up his cheeks and forced a smile, giving a thumbs up: "Not bad, but a little... salty."

"Salty?" Lei Dianying's face froze.

"Haha, dumpling milk is a dessert." The drunken Wendy laughed out loud. The boy looked almost drunk, but his clear eyes revealed the fact that he was not drunk.