Dragon Nation: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chapter 3 Yuanzhisheng: Let me be healthy!

When it comes to the underworld, most people's first reaction should be the dark and loose uniforms, the hideous tattoos all over the body, violence, blood, the "Bushido" that never leaves the mouth, or Takeshi Kitano's "Extreme Evil and Illegal Way"?
And this kind of character, who seems to appear only in movies, is sitting quietly in a high-end Japanese-style house called Long の Bamboo, and his bright eyes seem to be gazing at something in the distance across the distance.

If a person with a developed artistic cell is sure to be able to compose poems and sing songs with this picture at this moment, he will feel the delicate and hazy beauty of this boy.

But the two shadows behind Yuan Zhisheng obviously couldn't take on this responsibility.

"Crow, when was the last time the young master made such a pretentious gesture?"

One of the shadows was careless, his vulgar behavior and inconsiderate words and deeds lightly crushed the silent beauty in this room, but he seemed to be unaware of it.

Hearing this, another black shadow sneered and mocked.

"Shut up, didn't you see that the young master is sculpting?" The black-clothed man named Crow was cold and pale, with thin framed eyes, and with a little pride on his face, he scolded his companion's rudeness, "Your behavior~ It's called ky."

You're pretty cool too, the man looking into the distance relaxed his neck naturally as if he didn't hear anything, thinking to himself.

Two shadows were separated, one named Crow and the other named Yasha.

Among them, Yasha was obviously a rough guy, and when he was accused of ky, he just curled his lips and did not refute. He used his flexible five fingers to communicate, making international gestures frequently, and waving his arms like an afterimage of an actor dancing on stage.

The man in glasses frowned sideways, and raised his hand to respond without giving in. The look of baring his teeth and claws seemed to be evenly matched, but the two soon turned into a simple pinch because they couldn't understand what the other was doing.

The windbreaker fluttered and whirled in the air, Yuan Zhisheng's brows also twitched slightly.

"...you both stop."

The young master of the underworld withdrew his gaze from the courtyard, his cold eyes filled with helplessness.

"Forget it in front of me. When people come later, you still have to make a good impression. Don't lose the face of Sheqi Bajia."

"Hi! (Yes)" The two instantly released their pinched fingers, and stood aside with their hands in their pockets.

Yuan Zhisheng also looked away, but this time he didn't intend to continue looking at the bamboo tubes in the courtyard, but casually took out the files in front of him and looked through them again.

Although he had read it several times before coming here, candidates before the examination room would still hold on to the reference books, not to mention the careful and cautious director of the executive department of the Yaqi family.

What's more, no matter how many times I read it, I can't help feeling the excellence of the characters in this report.

On the first side of the document, there was a five-inch photo of a young girl.

The background of the picture is the campus, with a red runway next to it. The girl's forehead is wet, and it seems that her face is slightly smoky after exercising, but she is still smiling, and she compares with one hand to the camera. The posture of peace seems to be very easy to create a sense of intimacy.

Red hair, orange pupils, and a picturesque face. The creator of the stickman, who usually draws drafts on A4 paper, took out his treasured canvas on a whim, tapped ink with his fingertips, and outlined the beauty of the girl stroke by stroke. .

The smile is so perfect that it shows eight teeth, like a hundred flowers blooming, like spring and Jingming, and the sad scene of dark clouds pressing down on the city behind it has become a stepping stone, which is so high and low in reading comprehension that it uses several contrasting techniques.

Fujimaru Tachika, 15 years old, is a junior high school student.

The monitor of Class [-], Junior [-], Class [-], Toyosaki No. [-] Middle School. He is as beautiful as a monster, with a well-proportioned figure and perfect proportions, as if he could fit on the front page of a magazine.On weekdays, he respects his teachers and is enthusiastic and cheerful. He takes care of his classmates with all his heart and soul. He has top academic performance. He is especially good at mythology and history in various departments. He has mastered many languages ​​including but not limited to English, French, Chinese, Indian, and German.

According to his friends, she understands Persia, Egypt, Israel, and even ancient Greek.

Neutral personality, kind, enthusiastic and lively, a little off-line, super positive, even people who don't know him will come forward to talk to him, if he sees an old man, he will help him, and if he sees a child crying on the side of the road, he will help him.

His hobby is fitness, and his athletic ability is strong enough to break school records several times.

She is simply a leading heroine who jumped out of the novel against Marysu.

Perennially dominating the two lists of male and female students "I want to date her most" and "I want to be her dog most", and she was nicknamed "Raphael" by the students of the same school even when it was the year of the general role.

Rumor has it that Fujimaru Tachika, like that archangel, performs all miracles of healing, heals all sufferings in the world, and helps all those in need.

As a student, he is quite a social terrorist on weekdays. Even a complete stranger in the last second can accurately take care of the most comfortable way of getting along with him. On this basis, he can also contact the whole school as a unit. Being gradually deified, entering the realm of indescribable indescribable indescribable indescribable.

As the class monitor, I did all the work for a class by myself, received all the homework, was able to overtake the English teacher in the morning reading, and even thought about going to the next class to make friends with each other, and still doing decently, the whole school is not as good as her. People, both men and women take it all.

The teacher likes her very much, and the students listen to him unconditionally. Even the principal treats her like a baby.

The head teacher of the first grade of junior high school wrote in his final comments——

【Lixiang-kun was obviously born in the wrong era.If it had been thousands of years earlier, it would have been famous all over the world, and it would have been a good story through the ages, and no matter how bad it was, it would be known to all women and children as a famous courtesan or poet in the world.Afterwards, it will definitely have to be stuffed into the book by future generations, so that today's young people can add a few strokes of ink to his portrait in Chinese class. 】

The content after the booklet is similar, the exaggerated boasting of the classmates, the compliments of the neighbors, and even the evaluation of the Hokkaido shopkeeper who sells fish two streets away from the girl’s house. They are also unabashed love .

Turning back, there is a long list of award-winning lists and detailed biographical records that can take up hundreds of bytes in txt.

Yuan Zhisheng closed his eyes, recalled the phone call from his subordinate just now, and the exorbitant evaluation in the phone, thinking silently in his heart.

A genius with good looks and high popularity, both in learning ability and physical fitness is beyond ordinary people.The object concerned is as high as four digits. Judging from all the evaluations, she is just a girl who is too good to be true, but gentle, kind, enthusiastic and lively.
"Who will believe it, it must be fake."

"Yes, but good-looking."

Yuan Zhisheng opened his eyes and glanced to the side. He didn't know when the crow and the Yaksha stopped beside him a few steps forward, and the old god was there to read the information.

Crow pushed the glasses on his face, muttering with a slightly disgusted face.

"How can there be such a perfect guy in this world? A natural hero? A righteous partner? I'm afraid he is another super-dangerous hybrid who has actively concealed himself since he was a child. Look at the hobby column, fitness deadlift 190? Junior high school Health? King Kong Barbie!"

"But he looks good."

"The more this kind of guy is just stuck in this kind of scary weight, but barely able to avoid being caught and dissected, the deeper and darker his heart must be. He may explode one day. What are those guys from the intelligence department doing? Even so Didn't pay attention to the obvious target?"

"But he looks good."

"Young master, when someone comes, let's show her off. I bet she will be in Bengbu as long as she is a little bit stimulated. This kind of mixed race who has suppressed herself for many years may even be considered minor. "

"It makes sense, but it's not good, she looks so good-looking."

The crow turned around.

"Tnnd!!—You know it looks good, right? Have you eaten yet! If you haven't eaten, punch me!"

Ignoring the two who started to pinch each other later, Yuan Zhisheng thought to himself.

Natural hero?
Yuan Zhisheng said with a blank face.

"Fujimaru Tachika has agreed to the interview application, whether it is true or not, we will know tonight."

If so, I'd like to see it with my own eyes.
"Young master, people have arrived."

The sound came from nowhere, but Yuan Zhisheng was not surprised, he just hummed lightly and then turned his gaze to the door curtain on the side of the living room near the corridor.

Yuan Zhisheng's hearing is very good, he can hear everything in this yard clearly.

The conversations of the guests in the outsourcing room tens of meters away, the whispers of the proprietress yelling at the waiters, the sizzling sound of oil splashes when the master cooks the foie gras with a spray gun in the back kitchen, and the squeaks of people walking through the wooden corridor sound.

[Hello, Miss, I'm here for a company interview. Do you know the name of the Sheqi Bajia? 】

【Of course, Miss Fujimaru Tachika, right? 】

The voice of the conversation gradually approached, and Yuan Zhisheng's gaze became sharper.

He didn't get up, but his waist was already straight, like a famous knife about to be unsheathed, the dense pattern of the metal was washed with rainwater, and white light flashed under the moonlight. white.

Staring at the door that was about to be opened, Crow and Yaksha restrained their reckless behavior just now, turned their faces cold, and stood behind Yuan Zhisheng with their hands behind their backs.

The etiquette must be in place, but the primary and secondary must also be distinguished.

"disturb--"

"Let's stop for now."

Yuan Zhisheng made a sound suddenly, and the girl outside the door couldn't help but freeze her hand on the side of the door.

"Fujimaru Tachika, right?"

"Uh yes?"

Unlike the confused girl outside the door, Yasha and Crow inside the door almost instantly understood Yuan Zhisheng's intentions.

The other party is a super hybrid who has hidden himself for 15 years. The result of Kaguya Ji's blood analysis is [the bloodline is extremely mutated but extremely stable, and the ability alone is very likely to be comparable to that of the emperor, but the dragon gene has no signs of erosion at all, it is reasonable to doubt Its spiritual elements or human genes are abnormal. 】

Emperor born in the wild?Although theoretically speaking, the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutation, and there are even cases in which the blood of the third generation of dragons is higher than that of the second generation, but it is indeed extremely rare, and it almost puts [extremely dangerous] on the title of the file .

And such a genius, take the initiative to donate blood?Can she not know that there is something wrong with her biologically?How can it be possible that no one from the same family has discovered the problem of blood for more than ten years?
There is no doubt that she came here on purpose, with some unknown purpose.

It may be an ordinary temptation, or it may be malicious trouble.

But in any case, this kind of swaggering behavior is infinitely close to a provocation to the Sheqi Bajia, and if the other party really has such confidence, then the commissioner of the executive department with ordinary blood cannot deal with her.

Because of this, Yuan Zhisheng, the director of the executive department, would personally sit in the town just in case.

The moment the girl arrived in this room, the atmosphere had already begun to solidify.

Yuan Zhisheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his words were cold and calm.

"For talented people, the Sheqi Bajia respects the corporals. But for the mediocre, self-admired and self-important, the Sheqi Bajia doesn't mind taking care of them." The man put his hand on the handle of his waist, The eyes that can't see the emotion are blocked by the hanging hair.

"So—Fujimaru Tachika, are you that kind?"

Yuan Zhisheng believes that even if the opponent is talented enough to match his own, he must have tried his best to pretend to be in the crowd on weekdays. As long as the mind-controlling language spirit prevents him in advance, he is confident that he can resist.

Even if Fujimaru Tachika secretly mastered the word spirit, at best he would bully those ordinary people outside.

Experience, purity is not enough——

The advantage is mine!

So, Fujimaru Tachika, what kind of mixed race are you?
Let me be healthy!

(End of this chapter)