By the time it was nine o'clock at night, Zhou and Hao Wen returned to Athletic Slime's Asia.
The men who greeted him looked at Hirofumi's appearance, but no one put it in his mouth and tried to touch him. Because the always-coolent Hiroshi was in such a heterogeneous state that he had a vain eye and the always-floating circumference was a serial face.
(Both my men are surprised, but as Junko Yukioka said, it does get better. facial distortion is much less than just now and is returning to normal)
Look at Hiromoto's face, relieved Zhou.
"Is something on my face?
"No, you don't get it, but it's because I got the facial distortion and it's back to normal."
"I see...... Well, I don't even want to check it out. I guess not. Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah! Give it to me!
Everyone on the spot is taken aback because Zhou suddenly started headbanking in the middle of a conversation and made an unintelligible scream.
"Kura-eh, it's peppery -!
Hiroshi, who shouted out loud, bursts a drop kick toward the perimeter.
"Boss!
"Mr. Hiromi, what!?
The men who stand in front of the fallen circumference and guard at once.
"I'm a dog! Be a dog! Mae Mae Mae! Bring the toilet paper! I'll feed you Zhou. Ah. Zhou has toilet paper!
He didn't even look at Zhou, Boss or anything like that, and Hiroshi keeps screaming.
"We're going to despair. Whoa! One ska, the sound of the ocean! Feel free to put it through your nose or suck it through your anus! Whoa! Chimi there! Why don't you try it!? What, you want to blend it with red wine from the urethral orifice and smoke it with straw? Good idea! All right, all right, all right. Somebody ask Santa to do it! Whoa! I'm gonna whitehole your mouth. Ha ha ha!
"Hiromoto, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Hirofumi, laughing raggedly, grabs both ends of Muang Chai's mouth with his fingers and pulls as much as he wants.
"This is a special! This year of anal arrows! This is who the boss is!
Hakamoto, taking his hand off Muang Chai, takes off his pants and pants as he summons something unintelligible, starts to stand up on his desk.
"What... this"
Zhou, stunned, was looking at the oddity of Hiroshi. Other constituents are also distracted.
This seems to be an erudite and not an erudite. Originally, however, it was definitely an essay. Broken man. Broken heart. It was an erudite that turned both body and mind into wreckage.
"Hey Hiromi! Get back to your sanity!
He yelled with a half crying face and Zhou flattened Bowen's cheek as he wished.
"Boss... what do you do? That hurts."
Both Zhou and his athletic slime constituents are relieved of the sudden return to the usual way of speaking and expressing themselves.
"Not at all...... I mean... is that it? Why am I on my desk?
"I suddenly went crazy. Running weird things, standing up on your desk, pulling your men's mouths open."
Zhou strokes his chest down and tells the facts as they are in the proper Hakansen.
"It would be a modified side effect. It's causing an anomaly to my head."
Ondrey, who wore an arm, said on the tannic side.
"Are you saying you were anxious to just hire me? Do an early imitation. You idiot."
Ondrey doesn't feel comfortable with modified surgery by Mad Scientists. In the first place, Ondrei also remembers the rebellion of the owners of paranormal powers, so much so that he has acquired the power to counter them, so it can be taken for granted that he does not feel comfortable.
"Do you suddenly lose your sanity...... You have even more nasty side effects, even though you're just shocked by the transformation in your appearance. I'm really shocked."
Hirofumi himself says he's shocked, but that mouthfeel sounds as if he's other HR, and he sounds around as if he's not greatly shocked.
"Why did an intelligent man like you do this?
Ondrey asks Hiroshi. Regardless of Zhou, he was Ondrei, who had a glance at Hiroshi.
"I think positively about improving the situation and doing my best."
Smiling small, Hirofumi answered in a tone without precipitation.
"Why do you think people find it annoying? Because the source of the frustration is mostly an obstacle. And think about improvement by being frustrating. If you measure improvement, things will be carried more smoothly. And the frustration is also eliminated. For example, pee on the hinge of a poorly erected door! And we're gonna head back and travel. - Whoa!
Hirofumi suddenly lost his sanity again as he was talking, and when he shouted something unintelligible, he ran towards the window of the room.
"Whoa, whoa! Keep those who disturb you alive!
Enlarges his left hand with anger, and Hiroshi punches the bulletproof glass window as hard as he wants. When I punched him, the left hand of Hiroshi swept up so that he could play from under the bandage. The skin on his left hand was bright red, with many spines curved like fangs.
"Do you want to fly freely through the sky? Waaaay! Remember! Arn! Arn! Arn! Let's gasp and fly! Swallow the seven golden balls on the other side of the sky and your boss will be Emperor of the Universe! Oh, yay! Wait! I'll get it now! Be a good girl. I'm not waiting! Boo-hoo!
Hiroshi climbs the wall of the building as he summons it, whether it's high tension or not.
"Hey, what are you gonna do with that..."
Ondrei, riding herself out the window, looks up at the erudite climbing up the wall and asks with a sigh, but the neighboring circumference was just trembling with a crying face.
"Icarus Dar Eve!"
On his way up the building, Hiroshi shouted softly, letting go of his hand from the wall and falling.
"Hiromi!"
Zhou shouts when he sees the erudite that quickly fell to the ground.
Hiroshi stands up with a bare face. Though she is bleeding somewhat, she says she jumped from about the height of the eighth floor of the building, but is pimped.
"Sure, the flesh seems tough, but I only have a bad feeling about it."
Look down through the window at the erudite and say what Ondrei didn't care for.
"Hiromi......"
Next to Ondrei, Zhou was holding his fist and shivering, bringing tears.
Night - Faichi was stretching, but interrupted by the sound of the phone. The opponent was Marcella.
'I called. Was it bad?
Listening to Marcella's voice, her mouth bleeds naturally and her palpitations become faster.
(I feel so relieved when I hear this guy's voice)
At the same time, the pleasant scent of Marcella's perfume mixed with body odor revives the nasal cavity.
"There's nothing wrong with that. It's hard when you call me a stalker."
"Have you ever dated a woman like that?
"I'm kidding. Don't take it seriously."
'Haha, you could have joked like that, too. It felt like it was sturdy. "
Marcella laughs in a good mood about what's wrong.
(You shouldn't be close to this guy. But... can't we take this guy off target? Tell Spica what's going on. Or…)
Two, Law One to come up with that.
(It becomes a personal priority. Professional disqualification. I know that. But......)
"What did you do? Something bothering you?
"No..."
Marcella sounded surprised at Law One, which she thought about silently.
"We're enemies for once. Even if there was something to fight for. Shouldn't we be getting along too well?
'But... you're a little concerned about me, aren't you? I can see that. I'm good at watching guys react...... so guys don't like this when they say it. Ha, I may not be used to treating men as much as I say. Besides, it's you who's hostile and I have no reason to be hostile to you. I don't even know why you're involved in this. "
I think Marcella has the best argument. Even if you try it from the beginning of the law.
'You... what's the point, really?
"You believe me if I tell you?
Law One decided to be honest.
"It's a kind world and a warm place. You gonna give me that?
However, I speak honestly of my aspirations in life, not the purpose of my work.
"Ha, don't be silly."
Marcella sighs with regret, seeing as Law One is making fun of her. Listen to that, Law One has a little chest pain.
"As a professional, I can't tell you what I asked for. You know the logic."
"Ma 'an. And yet... you kill us... and you don't. I won't kill him, but he's the enemy and he's stuck... oh, I don't know anymore. They're enemies, they don't kill them, they take them where they drop them. '
"From the surface, for example, there are occasional requests for revenge. But I don't want it until I kill it. I'm sure you heard my rumors. So when you make a request like that, I'll keep it just to hurt you."
"Hmm, so you're gonna punch me in the spill too?
Law One silenced Marcella, asking in a mean voice.
"You're a professional, so you can afford that."
"Is that why? I don't wanna do that."
Finally, Law One, which reveals its true meaning.
"Are we like Romeo and Juliet?
"I don't think it's subtle. between those who are fighting of their own free will."
In response to Marcella's analogy, Law One lied. I knew it was a lie. As for Marcella, anyway, Law One is just moving at work rather than fighting on his own volition. If you ask yourself if the job can be done and called your will, it doesn't seem like it.
'To me... I want you to come. I don't even like being enemies to each other. I don't even like being beaten up.'
Marcella had a sweet voice, so the heart of Law One bounced big. Law One is not very immune to heterosexuality.
"I told you. I don't like it either."
Lawyer tells with a nihil face.
Since my client is my client, Law One is beginning to think that I may be able to discard this job. But on the other hand, Law One knows that it is an absolute taboo.
It's a theory between the backstreet beginners. Once a request is taken on, unless it is a lie or a betrayal of the client, or even a death, it must be thoroughly penetrated. So whoever twists his will must fall into a hole somewhere.
Before the theory, realistically, if the request's defeat is found out in the back street, it will run the risk that credibility will collapse in this industry, where credibility is of paramount importance, and decent jobs will no longer come. As much as Marcella and I knew, I thought,
Why don't you quit working for my organization with me?
To Marcela's audacious invitation, Law One ceases.
"Huh, do you feel a little bit comfortable saying no right away? Or are you just caring not to hurt me?
"Stay ahead of me. Don't say that. Hey, you're flying too many things."
'Right. I think I feel like a runaway myself. But... it's the first time. What really made you like a man?'
"Didn't you tell all the men?
'Yeah, I've said it many times. I've never really said that before. You don't have to believe me... no, I want you to believe me, but yeah... sorry. I was floating alone and running too fast. Bye... again...'
The last time Marcella hung up, apologizing softly with a voice that sounded sorry.
The way in which it was said and the way in which it was cut off, Marcella also reckons that the calculations and performances were properly included. But...
(Even if he doesn't mind, and he was just trying to seduce me to use it, it seems to work. I don't care if they bone me with color tricks like this... I don't care. It's like it's holding up critical right now)
After about a few minutes of straying, Law One came to the conclusion whether to resolutely jump temptation and pierce the body as a doomsday, or to follow desires and feelings.