The bright sunshine shines on the roof and treetops of Yokohama Hope Academy. It sprinkles along the uncovered areas, and the sunshine like thin threads falls in the classroom full of students, reflecting the serious, calm or anxious expressions on the students' faces.
This is the opening class exam.
Zhongyuan also stared at the last big question on the math test paper, his eyes were empty, and he was in a state of "although I remembered doing similar questions, even remembering the questions and answers, but I just couldn't remember the steps to solve the problem". He racked his brains to recall for ten minutes, but he was fruitless, and his expression gradually became sad and angry.
...I'm so stupid, really.
——I just know that Weirren is not reliable, but I didn’t expect that Lan Tang was the same!
"I can even forget the school entrance exam, and the slug really has no brain."
"That's great. If you're in the same class as the slug, I'm really worried that this IQ will be contagious."
In a trance, Dazai Osamu's familiar sarcasm sounded, and Nakabara also looked even more sad and angry. He held the firm belief that "I must get into Class A and let the blue and white fish see it", and continued to stare at the question and tried to answer it.
However, mathematics is so honest...
——No, no.
It took another ten minutes, but it was fruitless. Zhongyuan Nakaya turned over the paper in disappointment and began to check the questions he had answered before, and tried to ensure that he did nothing wrong.
The exam is over.
Zhongyuan also reluctantly watched the paper being handed over, as if looking at his lover who was about to leave.
The younger brother sitting next to the table came over and asked, "Brother Nakaya, are you feeling uncomfortable? His expression was ugly just now."
——It was like a brick was smashed in front of someone.
——I swallowed this description carefully.
Zhongyuan Zhong also shook his head, "It's okay, I just think the test paper is a bit difficult."
As the dust settled and I was unable to turn the world back, the Central Plains gradually stopped worrying and began to think about the better.
In fact, the brother Weierlun is still very concerned about him. The time he stole his failed test was because he wanted to collect his brother's things. The test papers placed under the mattress were the least likely to be discovered - if Lan Tang had not messed up the dormitory later; and Lan Tang did not deliberately not remind him, but there was a difference in common sense between the god of learning and the poor student...
Thinking of the N-language languages that Lan Tang is proficient in, the Central Plains also has no expression on his face; and also thinking that the elective English course is actually not within the scope of the exam—
Central Plains also gave up thinking.
"...I was not assigned to Class A at the beginning?" Kanyo Kiyohe was a little surprised.
As the leader of Mafia, he is very busy, but resting is like water in a sponge. There will always be squeezed, such as when Dazai Cat needs friends.
"Yes, what a pity." Dazai Osamu sighed pretendingly, "He is also the first in Class B."
Shen Dai Qinghe: "…"
Ah this.
It's better to be ranked later, miserable.
"Where are the others?"
"Except for Nakaya and Kusaku in Class B, we are all in Class A." Dazai Haraki nodded seriously, "That's right, Nakaya is only one year older than Kusaku."
Shen Dai Qinghe silently lit wax.
It was not a big deal for the failure of the first exam in the first place, but it might also be beneficial to his good popularity among his younger brothers. Class B sounds much more friendly than Class A, but if Dazai often laughs around him, small things can become big things.
——It is estimated that Dazai Cat can laugh for at least one year.
——Well, I graduated even after laughing.
miserable.
It's really miserable.
Next came three smooth months.
Except for the fact that Mafia is a little busy, Yokohama has no major turmoil.
The financial side reported the account. Although the income this time was not 500 billion, it was also very exaggerated. Moreover, if some real estate and black goods that were not worth valuation were included, it might have been achieved. The contact with the government was very smooth, and the welfare home was opened soon, and the publishing house was shelved because Oda Zuo could not find inspiration; the underground organizations that survived the leading war were all first.
After reviewing it, the territory and relationship network have been digested almost...
Mori Owai's "Basic Medical" and Dazai Osamu's "Surveillance" were both printed and distributed by Mafia at his own expense. After reading it, Kanyo Kiyoshi put the former without new knowledge points aside, and the latter took a new collection.
It's time to consider the annual meeting.
Port Mafia Building. Chief Office.
Ozaki Hongye brought the cake he bought from his subordinates running errands to attend the afternoon tea party held by the leader.
"Mr. Qinghe, I think this should suit your taste."
"Thank you, Sister Hongye!"
Next to the European round table, Ozaki Hongye, Mori Oku, Lando, Xiaoqi and a bird gathered together, and of course, Dazai Osamu and Kamiyo Kiyoka.
Alice was busy serving tea and pouring water.
Mori Ou looked at the short-legged loli running around, her eyes almost lovingly, and she shouted in intoxication: "Alice Jiang is so cute-ao!"
Alice passed by him and gave him the hard heels of the little leather shoes without hesitation.
Kande Kiyohe cut a small piece of cake and placed it on a plate in front of Xiaoqi, asking everyone for their opinions: "How to do the annual meeting?"
This year is different from previous years.
To put it bluntly, the port Mafia has already ruled the dark night of Yokohama. Such a grand expansion is worth a grand banquet in any case. - The banquet templates in Kamiyo Kiyoshi's heart are all aristocratic and corporate. He feels that he needs to understand how to do Mafia.
Intelligence director Aozaki Hongye thought for a moment and said uncertainly: "As usual?"
Senouwai and Lantang did not express any opinions.
Kanyo Kiyoha thought for a while, "Send a comment to collect post on the forum, maybe someone can come up with innovative ideas."
"quack!"
[Master, do you have any singing items? Singing well in the middle!]
Kanyo Kiyohe nodded: "This can be there."
He turned to the young boy who was beside him, "Dazai, I am going to announce your promotion to a cadre at the annual meeting. You can think of a speech first."
Dazai Osamu: "…"
It was an exciting promotion, but why did Qinghe say this like a school speech?
Kanyo Kiyowa also realized: "Ah, isn't there any speech session?"
It seems to be.
Confused the school's class selection cadres with this.
Kamiyo Kiyoha showed a soft smile as if nothing had happened, "Suppose you didn't hear my first two words just now."
Lan Tang refused to laugh: "Yes."
Ozaki Hongye pretended to be confused, "Did you just say something?"
Mori Ouwai: "..."
hateful.
The words were snatched by Miss Hongye.
The atmosphere of the tea party is warm.
This is an unimaginable scene in Mafia.
But every month, the chief’s office will have such a scene at least once.
Mori Ou looked at the young leader who was two seats away from him, looked at the other party's delicate face without any hostility, and felt the gentle aura on the other party. It was almost impossible to imagine that the port Mafia was under the leadership of the boy who controlled the dark night of Yokohama.
——He could easily infer that the death of Mafia, who had officially ended, joined the leader war, was problematic, after all, before that, A tried to invite him to dinner...
——But after reviewing the matter, he felt increasingly that the entire leader war had the shadow of the leader.
Could the news that the fuse of 500 billion was also released by the leader?
It happened to be the summer vacation for students and Zhong also came to work. Your Excellency Fukuze happened to take Ranbujun overseas again...
The more Mori Ouwai thought about it, the more he felt suspicious, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the guess was correct, and even felt that the Yokohama officials who died at Weirren were also related to the leader. While this made him afraid, he also agreed that he would not do better if he sat in the position of the leader of Mafia.
That's the case-
Night. Harbor Mafia dormitory.
"Three-moment idea?"
The name of the name of the name of the Ching He who put down the tea that he received.
Mori Ouwai, who visited, explained: "That is, Yokohama's daytime is managed by the Supernatural Special Services Department, the night is a port mafia, and the dusk is a three-stage planning management of the armed detective agency. Everyone should do their part in their time, do not interfere with each other, and be in order."
Dazai Osamu raised his hand and asked: "Divid by time?"
Mori Ouwai affirmed: "Yes."
"ah……"
Dazai Osamu fell into deep thought.
Kanyo Kiyoshi said, "I'll confirm that this shouldn't be what Monkun, you think?"
Mori Ouwai: "No."
Kiyoka Kamiyo: "That may be because you misunderstood the meaning. No matter how you think about it, it is Yokohama's world that is managed by the Secret Service Department, the world that is the Mafia, and the gray area between the two is more reasonable to belong to the detective agency?"
He gave an extreme example, "Otherwise, how do you calculate the solar eclipse?"
“…”
Mori Ouwai fell into deep thought.
"I see."
Dazai's face was full of consciousness, and his right hand hit the palm of his left hand in his fist, then said in horror, "Mr. Mori has shown signs of Alzheimer's disease so early? Mr. Mori, you (silenced) so miserable!"
“…”
Mori Ouwai said that he didn't want to know what the cheap students silenced.
"This theory sounds good." Kanyo Kiyoka nodded with satisfaction and looked at Mori Ou with appreciation, "It's enough to fool people on the surface, well, if you have the chance, you can tell the secret service department and the detective agency."
???
Mori Ouwai was a little disobedient: "Slut up?"
Shen Dai Qinghe said casually: "Yes. It sounds very reasonable, but it's all fake and empty when you think about it."
Seeing that Schrödinger's secretary seemed very shocked, Kanyo Kiyoshi thought of his dedication to his work, he patiently explained:
"Let's talk about the armed detective agency first. As a detective agency, they are certainly qualified, but when it comes to management... what exactly can the employee of the detective agency do with that number of employees?"
"Besides, the Supernatural Special Service Department is a department that does not exist on the surface and cannot manage ordinary people at all. Do you have to compete for business with the police or other government departments? And if you want to manage supernatural people, it is their function, and there is no distinction between the inside and the world."
"It is obvious that in the so-called three-moment concept, only our Mafia, the secret service department and the detective agency are all smoke bombs."
The words fell.
Dazai Osamu applauded happily.
The God of Qing and Hui smiled with a reserved smile.
“……!!!”
Outside Mori Ou, doubting his life.
Teacher Natsume proposed that the three-moment idea that he and Your Excellency Fukuzawa worked hard for this is actually such a thing?
He heard his weak voice, as if he was struggling dyingly, "It's not like that, this was proposed by Mr. Natsume..."
Then there is Dazai Jun's careless voice:
"Teacher Natsume? Is Natsume Soseki? I know, he is a novel author that Kiyowa likes very much!"
Kiyoka Kamiyo smiled, "Mr. Natsume is a literary worker."
——It seemed as if I didn’t say anything, but it seemed like I had said everything.
“…”
The more you argue, the more you become clearer.
The more Mori Ouwai thought about it, the more he felt that the three-moon concept, which was regarded as the norm in the past, was full of loopholes. In his heart, Teacher Natsume's image also collapsed to a certain extent. He looked at the black-haired boy opposite the sofa, and felt that the other person's figure became extremely tall-
The remaining thought of "waiting for the opportunity to take the position of leader" in his heart was like the ice and snow under the scorching sun, disappearing without a trace in a flash.