Reborn, I hate you.
Reborn was different from the shy, naive Sawada Tsunayoshi; he raised an eyebrow, even looking as if he wanted to whistle.
Very elegant.
Colonello had an expression as if he had seen a ghost: "Are you alright? You really are a devil. I even suspect this is your casual wear for oppressing Tsuna. Don't force your disciple to become a cross-dresser just because you're a pervert, you super dress-up maniac."
Ever since Reborn became small, he has unleashed his true nature and turned into a cross-dressing fanatic. He went from a cool, handsome man to a perverted infant, the speed of this transformation left all the Rainbows shocked.
Whether it's becoming an angel, a dress-up demon, putting on animal costumes, or wearing cute girl's clothes—there is nothing Reborn can't pull off; you can only imagine it.
As a healthy human male, Sawada Tsunayoshi would never voluntarily dress in women's clothing.
Therefore, there was only one truth, Mammon also looked at Reborn with a complicated expression.
When it comes to being a pervert, you are even more of one.
Not only did they think of it, but Dino, as Reborn's top disciple, also realized the key to the matter, looking at Reborn with eyes full of fear.
“Should I say, I'm grateful to Reborn for sparing my life?”
Compared to cross-dressing, Spartan training is nothing, a tiny little life is nothing—take it, take it.
[This lady who suddenly burst in seemed not to understand the situation, a look of confusion crossing her face: "Are you all rehearsing a performance?"]
The young man almost wanted to scream for help, but he shut his mouth the very next second. The nobles at the banquet wouldn't care about the affairs of small fry like them; being caught would only prove his own stupidity, even if he screamed for help, it most likely wouldn't be noticed.
Forget it.
Two lackeys blocked the young man from behind, one on each side, wearing fawning smiles: "It is an honor, noble lady. You are looking for an earring, aren't you? We will call someone to help you find it immediately."
Yes, yes, just leave it to us. We are truly overwhelmed that such a distinguished guest as yourself has personally come to the warehouse.
As they spoke, they wanted to ask the brown-haired young lady to leave.
"All three of you, stand up," the brown-haired girl said suddenly. The sycophants wanted to struggle, but seeing the young lady's uncompromising expression, they gritted their teeth and stood up, though they still gripped the young man's hands on either side to prevent him from escaping.
May I ask what your orders are, Miss?
The noble lady's eyes swept across the three of them, several of them couldn't help but puff out their chests, attempting to leave an impression in those honey-sweet eyes.
The young lady pointed casually, gesturing toward the tallest person in the middle, said, "You. Come out and help me find my earring."
Lackey Number One's smile stiffened: "Miss, he still has unfinished business; otherwise, let's just call someone else."
Lackey Number Two followed up, "That's right, he's new and isn't familiar with this place. We're afraid he might actually get in your way, Miss Sawada. We'll go find some veteran employees to come here."
They spoke harshly, their hands gripping the young man's wrists with force, warning him.
The young lady frowned; she was undoubtedly beautiful, even her frown was like a little deer in the mountains. "No, I want him to go with me."
The henchman still tried to struggle: "Miss.."
The young woman interrupted him, "Why do you keep contradicting me? Who is your supervisor? I'm going to file a complaint."
This was a big deal. They were just low-level personnel and easily replaceable, unlike Brother Yong. Terrified, they immediately released the young man and hurriedly said, "We are very sorry for interrupting your interest. We will have him accompany you to find it right away."
The young man couldn't believe such good luck had actually come to him. After giving the girl a grateful look, he walked to her side.
Seeing him approach, the young girl stopped speaking, gestured for him to follow, then walked away with an air of effortless grace.
The two left behind exchanged glances.
Should we tell Brother Yong?
No need, it's been so long, Brother Yong might have already succeeded.
They subconsciously avoided thinking about the possibility of having to come back to cause trouble if Brother Yong hadn't succeeded; they comforted themselves, deciding to just let it go, for there was so little they could do in the face of such a powerful figure.
After walking out the door, the brown-haired heiress walked for a few minutes until she reached another floor. There was no one around, so she turned back and smiled at him, "Alright, it's safe here now. You should head back to your post, otherwise, you'll really let the bad guys succeed."
She knew!
She came specifically to save me!
She is so kind!
Outside was a massive floor-to-ceiling window. The weather today was wonderful, warm and cozy, with a gentle, soothing breeze blowing softly.
Her long hair fluttered slightly in the breeze. She seemed anxious to comb her hair neat, but as her fingers raked through it, they only became tangled, causing her to let out a shy smile. The sunlight seemed to favor her as well, falling directly upon her strands, making every single hair appear to shimmer.
For some reason, the young man's heart raced, the blood in his body rushed upward to his brain. His eyes filled with longing as he was just about to speak, "Excuse me.."
The next second, the ringing of a telephone interrupted his thoughts, the young man broke into a cold sweat from the surprise.
He almost went to ask for the other person's name, but for security-like personnel such as them, that was a major taboo. If a wealthy person happened to be in a bad mood and reported him, they might think he was a toad lusting after swan meat, or an ugly duckling trying to catch a prince, immediately drive him away.
I'm right inside; you can just come straight in.
Impossible. Do you know how much sacrifice I've made? If it weren't because I was afraid you'd smash this place to pieces, I would have just had Mukuro pretend to be me.
She didn't know what was being said on the other end, but a reproachful expression appeared on her face.
After a moment, the young girl hung up the phone and gave him a polite smile: "Did you want to say something?"
The young man stammered, "N-no, it's nothing, I mean, I should get going."
Mm, goodbye. Be a bit more careful next time, don't let yourself be bullied again.
After speaking, the young woman left. The young man realized dazedly that this lady seemed even taller than the average man; she was wearing flats, her footsteps were very light.
He shook his head vigorously, quickly shaking off those messy thoughts.
The top priority was still work; he had to hurry back, hoping he would make it in time.
After returning, he noticed that his partner's expression hadn't changed, as if he still didn't know what had happened, so the young man also pretended everything was normal and went back to his post.
His partner suddenly said, "While you were out, a message suddenly came from above confirming that Mr. Hibari, the boss of the Discipline Group, will be arriving with a female companion later. We must be on our toes; no mistakes are allowed."
Even after being bullied just now, the young man couldn't help but feel curious: "Heavens, the man who wants to marry most desperately actually has a date. He used to never care for this kind of formal event."
The man nodded. "Indeed, it seems the plans of the people inside to arrange marriages have fallen through."
So that's how it is; no wonder there were so many ladies inside; it turns out they were acting on the idea of a marriage alliance.
The young man didn't know why, but he suddenly thought of that brown-haired young lady. Did she also want to get close to Mr. Hibari? Would she be heartbroken?
"Manager, it's him! He sneaked out while on duty to slack off; he hasn't been at his post for at least half an hour." Suddenly, Brother Yong arrived with a man with a mustache, complaining in an arrogant and conceited manner.
The little mustache man gave the young man a stern look: "Is what Da Yong said true? Were you away from your post for half an hour?"
I only need you to answer; everyone else, shut up.
The young man said nervously, "No, it's because I.."
"So you really were absent for half an hour, then." The Manager interrupted him; he only needed a result and didn't care about the reason.
In that case, you..
"Oh, you're here. Thank you so much for helping me find my earring just now." A soft voice suddenly interrupted, it was clear that a noble and elegant lady was walking over slowly, speaking to the young man with gratitude.
She scanned everyone. "I thought I just heard something about leaving one's post; was it my fault that caused you trouble?"
The Manager's expression changed, but he quickly forced a warm smile. "It's nothing, it's nothing. Please rest assured, noble Miss, we certainly had no intention of making things difficult for him. I was merely recording their activities just now. It is his honor to be of service to you."
Is that so? That's good then. I was worried he might be misunderstood. Because my earring fell off, I had him look for it for a long time before he found it again.
The young man stared blankly at the girl who had once again saved him from distress, his heart thumping so violently it felt as if it might leap from his chest, becoming something that no longer felt like his own organ.
"What happened?" Just then, a low voice sounded, a tall figure walked over.
"Ah, Kyomi, you're finally here!" the girl called out cheerfully as she turned around.
Chapter 29: Live Streaming for 29 Days
The man who arrived was wearing a black slim-fit suit, which made his already tall stature appear even more imposing. His lean yet muscular arms were partially exposed, creating a sharp contrast with his tightly covered body. However, what was most intimidating were his long, elegant phoenix eyes.
His lips curled into a half-smile, appearing as if he were interested in something, yet the smile seemed as fleeting as a mirage.
He let out an ambiguous "wow" toward the girl.
For some reason, the brown-haired girl's body stiffened for a moment after she said the other person's name, her face a mixture of various expressions before finally settling into an awkward greeting: "Haha, good morning, Kyomi, the weather is really nice today."
It seemed as though she had already said that.
What an awkward atmosphere.
Fortunately, at this moment, the Manager stepped in at the right time to break the awkward atmosphere: "Welcome, Mr. Hibari. Today's banquet has become much more lively because of your presence; I believe everyone has been looking forward to your arrival."
A trivial little incident just occurred here; it's nothing, it won't spoil your interest.
The Manager turned his gaze toward the brown-haired girl and asked tentatively, "And this is.."
A gentle smile was squeezed onto the brown-haired girl's face—and why was it "squeezed"? From a young person's perspective, one could see her frantically winking at Hibari Kyoya.
Please, give me some face right now. I've already thrown my sense of shame on the ground by dressing like this, so if you don't recognize me at this moment, I'll drag you down with me.
The young man couldn't understand her look, but Hibari Kyoya could.
Having successfully caught Sawada Tsunayoshi's meaningful look, he gave a sincere smile. It was very brief, making one think it was an illusion.
This is my date, Tian.
The Manager burst into laughter. "So it is Miss Sawada, my apologies for the oversight. Please, both of you, come inside."
He sighed inwardly; ninety percent of the people inside were there because of Hibari Kyoya's status as a golden bachelor, aiming for an arranged marriage, but all those ideas had fallen through.
However, he had never heard of any wealthy family named Tian. Could she be a daughter of a foreign family? It was said that the Discipline Group also held significant influence in Italy; he wondered if they were acquainted through some connection.
But none of this was something a minor figure like him should worry about. After seeing the two of them into the room, he returned to his usual arrogant manner, casting a sidelong glance at the young man: "Kid, you were lucky to encounter a kind benefactor this time, but you might not be so lucky next time. Pull yourself together and focus on your work."
He understood all the scheming and intrigue of those below him; it was simply a matter of winners and losers. If you fell for a trap, it only meant you weren't smart enough. He didn't care whether you were wronged or not; he would simply replace you, as there were plenty of others eager to take your place.
However, sometimes luck really isn't a certainty.
And also, rein in your gaze. Don't think about approaching people you shouldn't approach, or you'll end up crushed to pieces.
He could only offer this much of a warning.
The young man's face was deathly pale.
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Sawada Tsunayoshi's face was also deathly pale.