[Tutor+K] Five generations

Tsunayoshi Sawada took a bath all the way, got dressed, and had a meal with a big rock on his chest, and led Richard to the room on the second floor to rest.

He used the landline in the corridor on the second floor to dial the number of the hospital in Bingsheng County. After confirming that the friends who were sent to the hospital were all well, he shook off his heavy heart and walked into his room with a plate of watermelon in his arms.

"Richie, I want to eat—hey!"

Richard maintained the posture of standing by the window, and looked back at Gangji who was in a hurry: "What is 'hello'?"

"It's not food—no! You...where did you find it!" Tsunayoshi Sawada immediately put the melon pot in his hand aside, and snatched the test paper from the opponent's hand with a hint of annoyance on his face, "I knew I should have Hide in a more secluded place..."

He grabbed the fluttering red test paper with a score of only 10, and pressed it into the bottom of the booklet.

I don't know if it's because the person behind him has the same identity as him... the same candidate for the tenth generation of Pengelie, or because that person had categorically expected and affirmed him, or because it came from the "elders" At this moment, Tsunayoshi Sawada inexplicably resisted turning around, resisting to see the expression on the other party's face, and just wanted to rush straight out of the room.

But just when he was full of mixed feelings, and even he himself didn't understand what was going on with the negative emotions, a soft rubbing sound came from behind, which forcibly attracted his full attention.

He listened for a long time, and it took him a long time to recognize the sounds that seemed to be chewing and swallowing.

Turning back stiffly, Tsunayoshi Sawada saw the picture behind him clearly, and suddenly wondered if he should praise his excellent hearing.

He was embarrassed, tangled and annoyed, he didn't know what expression to put on...Richie was... eating melons without incident?

"Ready to pack?" Richard noticed his gaze, thumbed off the melon seeds from the corner of his lips, and waved to him, "Come and eat together."

The subject and the guest are reversed... No, did Richie just think that he was just "cleaning up"?

Gang Ji, who was seriously disordered in his Tucao skills, stood there in a complicated mood, neither moving nor making a sound.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his lips, and the watermelon pieces that had been peeled off were directly handed to his lips.

Richard stood in front of him at some point, with his slender fingers holding a toothpick, with tender watermelon pieces strung on it, very close to his lips.

Gangji looked at Richard with surprise and hesitation, but in those magnificent blue eyes, he saw nothing clearly, only a cloud of calm mist, and the other party's persistent urge to open his mouth.

After hesitating for half a second, he opened his mouth and bit the watermelon into his mouth.

The abundant juice overflowed the tip of his tongue, and the cold and sweet taste invaded his senses, as if his mood had also improved.

"Is it tasty?"

"Ah."

"Then eat more." Richard stuffed the whole plate of watermelon into Tsuna's hands, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands stained with juice, "it's boring to eat alone."

The strange tactile feeling in his heart was hit to the point that there was not even a scum left, and Tsuna, who was forced into a plate, seemed to feel that nothing was right.

"By the way, Tsuna, am I resting with you at night?"

"Well," Gangji lowered his eyes embarrassedly, "The guest room is already full, so I can only trouble you to make do with me..."

Richard looked around the room, his voice full of confusion: "Where's the bed?"

"... I sleep on tatami at home." Tsuna Kichi felt that it was necessary for him to find time to supplement his "nephew" with Japanese common sense.

"What is tatami?"

"It's the one under your feet."

"...Sleeping on the floor?"

"It can't be called the floor, but if you want to say that... wait, what kind of eyes are you looking at? Traditional Japanese rooms are all tatami, and everyone is like this. It has nothing to do with whether you have money or not!"...It's not what you think Don't show such sad and indignant eyes because of the kind of "can't afford a bed"!

"Is that so..."

"That's right." Tsunayoshi Sawada nodded vigorously, as if this would dispel the other party's disbelief and suspicion.

...But what he said is obviously the truth, why do you have to try every means to convince the other party?

Tsunayoshi Sawada was troubled again, but this time it was the unexplainable dizziness and headaches that bothered him, not the doubts and depression about himself.

In the end, this topic ended in a messy explanation.

"How long will Richie stay in Bingsheng? Do you need to contact your family again?"

Richard shook his head.He originally planned to pass on his news to Vengley's headquarters, but when he thought of his terrible Yushou...he almost immediately gave up the idea of ​​contacting the headquarters.

Anyway, everyone in Pengo Lie is used to his "jumping" physique that often appears thousands of miles away. This time, the distance of "jumping" is just a bit far. Presumably they will not be worried because of his temporary departure.With Yu guarding him, Peng Ge couldn't list any major problems, so he could just take this opportunity to take a vacation and wait here for the return of the original purpose.

Before meeting the first generation, he couldn't let that guy Yushou find out where he was.

"Should stay at least until... Sawada-sama comes back."

Hearing the respectful title of "adult", Tsuna's expression became subtle again.

"Ricky knew my father?"

"Although I haven't seen it, I have heard countless stories about Mr. Zetian since I was a child, and I have always admired him very much."

"Admiration...? But my father is a strange and irresponsible person..."

"No," Richard interrupted him, with a hint of anger in his eyes, "Master Sawada is a very remarkable hero, Tsunayoshi, you don't know your father at all."

"..." Tsunayoshi Sawada was stunned.

"...Sorry." Realizing that his tone was too harsh, Richard immediately adjusted his mood, "I don't need to say anything... But Tsunayoshi, do you have any misunderstandings about Mr. Sawada?"

Misunderstanding...?

The man who was his father in name was always missing, and he hadn't seen him once in several years. He and his mother were left to live side by side, and they went to do the strange jobs by themselves, never thinking about orphans and widows. Will the mother encounter any difficulties in survival...

He almost forgot what that man looked like. Every time he worked, he changed his name. This time he was digging oil, last time he was building roads, and last time he was studying the texture of African bread trees... It's just nonsense, completely irresponsible.

When he was bullied by his peers and scolded as a loser, his longing for fatherly love had long been replaced by suspicion and speculation.In fact, his father was an irresponsible and incompetent man, right?

But Richie actually said... His father was a great man?

Gang Ji pursed his dry lips, wanting to ask further, but also resisting all the words to excuse "that man".

As if to divert the topic, he turned his eyes aside, just in time to see a silver light on Richard's chest.

Between the open skirts of the bathrobe, a delicate ring was strung by a silver chain, hanging below his collarbone.

"Richie, this ring is very beautiful, is it an ornament?" After finishing speaking, Tsunayoshi Sawada almost bit his tongue—he seemed to have said something nonsense?

However, what really made him bite his tongue was the answer that followed.

"No, this is Vongola's ring."

"…………Eh?"

The author has something to say:

#Those Years We Touched the Illusion#【Hey

#On the maximum buff of the halo effect#

small theater:

※: The perfect score in the Italian junior high school is 2333...and the Japanese corrected the paper by ticking the right circle and the wrong tick [-]...So, Tsunayoshi, you misunderstood. Surprised, but he thought it was a perfect score ←_← (V: worthy of being the son of the first generation【.）

Q: Why feed watermelon?

V: ...I just think it's not good to eat alone.

27: ...QAQ will show you broken rocks tonight!

Aizen BOSS (smile): Longing is the farthest distance from understanding.

PS: The "jump" of the "jump" physique is actually time travel, but they don't know the word time travel in the fifth life...