Florence Chapter
A little crooked flower bud.
Jan. 4th 2007
The ugly female teacher in kindergarten asked us to write diaries, which was ridiculous.
Done.
Jan. 7th 2007
The ugly female teacher cried over my diary… Writing a diary is quite fun~
Done.
Jan. 10th 2007
These days have been quite boring.
Done.
Jan. 15th 2007
The same as above.
Jan. 20th 2007
The same as above.
Jan. 22th 2007
My parents are going to take the paintings my grandpa gave me to various places for exhibitions again. I despise it (X 10,000 times)!
I’m going to cause trouble at the opening ceremony!
Done.
Jan. 24th 2007
My uncle sent a group of lackeys to pick me up from the airport. Uncle is a very cruel and kind person, but he is so bad at picking out his subordinates that everyone underneath him is like a dog. They genuinely despise me, but they still try to be respectful. Adults are quite hypocritical.
The escape plan failed, and we encountered an odd bodyguard.
My uncle definitely likes him a lot because he always looks at him.
Bullying, no response.
He carried me on a long and strenuous walk, and his physical strength was impressive.
He stayed up all night doing security work; his energy was good.
His courage is good enough to jump from a plane and play with gliders.
He managed to obtain an unreleased teddy bear; his skills are excellent.
He seems to be a very powerful person…
Take him on as a subordinate; he can help me accomplish evil things.
Done.
Jan. 25th 2007
Being a thief is incredibly cool, and I have decided to pursue this job in the future!
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Bodyguard Jia is really, incredibly powerful. Of course, his green-eyed servant is also highly adept. He is actually aware that there is something called a circuit beneath the power switch!
We’ll take action tonight, and I’m looking forward to it.
Done.
Jan. 26th 2007
It’s awesome to be a thief (X 10,000 times)!
Bodyguard Jia is really cute, and I could marry him in the future.
After reclaiming my grandfather’s paintings, I am grateful for my privileged upbringing. However, I have exhausted my stipend for the past two years…
Furthermore, Bodyguard Jia’s green-eyed servant appears to be really frightening…
Also, my uncle is a little intimidating…
When Bodyguard Jia brought us back last night, he bent down and laid my uncle on the bed. He was grabbed and bitten by my uncle, who opened his eyes… Is his biting extremely painful? Bodyguard Jia is probably mad and nearly drew a knife… I know there is a dagger in his backpack, and he has reached out his hand… I really don’t know if I should call someone now. I don’t want Bodyguard Jia to be caught, but I don’t want my uncle to get hurt. What shall I do?
An unexpected power outage occurred! When the light turned on, Bodyguard Jia was gone… I believe it should have been done by the green-eyed servant, who had done the same thing in the art gallery previously.
Done.
Jan. 26th 2007
Uncle is fuming.
It seemed that he was not angry that I assisted the thief in stealing the painting, nor that the painting had been lost; rather, he was furious that he could not locate Bodyguard Jia.
The old flat where the three of us planned to take the paintings was no longer occupied. The names and information in the school are entirely fabricated. I honestly don’t know who they are. I suppose my uncle will never find them.
I am sorry, uncle, but I can’t tell you that Bodyguard Jia went to Germany to help me deliver paintings to Grandpa.
Dear Grandpa, your paintings will sleep with you forever. Your lovely granddaughter.
Cool Bodyguard Jia. When I become a thief, I will definitely marry you.
Done.
Preschool teacher’s comments:
Misha, you have a great imagination, but a diary is about recording trivial things in daily life. Please do not make these up!!!
Desire is a good thing.
“Young Master Hughes, this is the information about those two people.”
The world I see most often has a courteous attitude with a tinge of expectation for rewards and a look of schadenfreude towards those who are likely to be unlucky, as well as eyes that are constantly calculating.
This kind of world is extremely good, yet hypocrisy is quite real.
“Put it on the table.”
If someone appears who is different from the world around them, it will be difficult to grasp.
The dark-eyed lad picked up the material from the table and gazed at the file photo indifferently.
It was the same expression when we first met.
He sat behind me on purpose, meddling in my men’s misdeeds and attempting to draw my attention, but when our gazes connected, there was no anticipation in the pupils that appeared faintly from beneath the brim of the hat.
What is his desire? I can’t tell.
You’re presumably looking to get something from me, right? Everyone who approaches me behaves that way. Their aspirations are primarily financial and status-oriented, with occasional requests for affection. What does he want?
His eyes were completely uninterested, indicating no desire. But his behavior is quite favorable; he should have something he wants.
A highly inconsistent individual: does he want it or not?
“An ordinary international student from an art college?”
Looking through the information, there is not even a stain in it.Anything that is overly typical is inherently abnormal.
“Is this what you found? Don’t use this kind of stuff that fools kids and cops to insult my eyes! The investigation information is not good at all. You went out with a professional bodyguard and was beaten to pieces by a kid; don’t you guys find it ugly?”
If you speak rudely, the other person will become scared and cower. This is a manifestation of the fear of losing one’s desires, which is easy to grasp. Keith and Kahner, these two scoundrels, know nothing but finding good-looking boys on campus and then dragging them to rape and toy with them. They’re simply young men who haven’t experienced what it’s like to be human, yet I still need the strength of their two families in Florence. I’ll keep them and terrify them a little, which sometimes gets better results.
Look, I’ve always been brilliant at using and being used, striking a balance between power and fascination. It is more difficult to deal with guys who do not desire anything.
My father once stated that when guessing games don’t work, it’s better to confront them head-on.
Let’s talk to him tomorrow in person. That easterner boy with stunning eyes… What would it be like if such an apathetic and aloof individual displayed a fierce expression? Those dark eyes must be quite appealing if they are filled with passion and begging… It’s strange that I have such a strong attraction to people of the same gender.
Perhaps that young man is too attractive. Aggressive beauty constantly conceals gender differences and evokes the most primal human desires.
This has nothing to do with love.
“Heh… Young man… Barn, go and bring Dylan.”
“Young Master Hughes, Dylan has applied to drop out of school and return to his hometown.”
This news made me stunned for a moment. That cowardly Dylan? Did the baby-blue eyes that are always submissive and the lips that never say “no” decide one day to leave?
“Young Master Hughes, do you want to send someone to catch him?”
“Forget it…”
The toys have turned a new leaf, and I am not interested in bothering them.
Anyway, in this metropolis where desire and money intersect, there are innumerable young individuals anxious to ascend the ranks and take over, aren’t they?
But what should we do with those who don’t want anything?
Travel is about running around.
“Honey~ Are you still angry? Aiya~ Just treat it like a dog bite~ Besides, Young Master Hughes is actually pretty attractive… Yes, I know! That’s not the point! Please put down my submachine gun, it’s my prized collection… Aah, what a bossy guy, didn’t you bite him before? You can bite others, but not the other way around… I’m sorry, I was wrong! Bite on whomever you like! We’ll kill anyone who attempts to bite you! Please put my vase down; that one is more expensive…”
“I’m hungry.”
“Yes, I’ll take you out to eat right away… German food doesn’t taste good, right? You’ve worked hard; let’s fly to Rome to eat pasta and lamb chops!”
“I want to eat mantou.”
“What is that?”
“Dough, stuffed with meat.”
“…can we eat pancakes? …flat dough with meat inside.”
“All right.”
“…there’s one for sale across the street. Let’s go buy it after you wear your shoes… Do you have any money in your pocket? No? Come on, there are five dollars here. If it’s not enough, there’s still a coin on the tray at the door. Be careful on the way. Let’s share the spoils when you come back. Do you see which account I’ll deposit your $10000000 into?”
“No need.”
“Oh, no need… No need?!”
“I’m not short of money.”
“…that’s right, you eat my food, stay in my house, use mine, and I bought you snacks… If you don’t need it, you don’t need it; I’ll preserve it for you and use it as a betrothal gift when you marry… Otherwise, you can just marry me. As the saying goes, keep the goodies within the family… Honey, are you listening? Hey, he’s gone… So I placed it into my account? Did I actually deposit it? You’re unlikely to find a wife and may only eat pancakes…”
“…hiss…sha… Here’s some news! On February 28, the Paris police said that two Picasso artworks worth up to 66 million US dollars had been taken from the residences of Picasso’s descendants… On February 26, late at night, two oil paintings and a sketch by Picasso were taken from his granddaughter Diana Widmaier Picasso’s residence in Paris’s 7th arrondissement. The stolen oil paintings were “Maya with her Doll” that Picasso created for his daughter Maya in 1938 and “Portrait of Jacqueline” created for his second wife Jacqueline in 1961…”
“…huh?”
“…According to the reports, the thief sneaked into the apartment when Diana was sleeping, and no one was aware of it. After entering the apartment, the thief used a knife to cut the frame of “Maya with her Doll” and took away the scroll, while “Portrait of Jacqueline” was stolen together with the frame. The police promptly began an inquiry into this case. However, because the smart thief left absolutely no trace, the police inquiry moved slowly…”
“…too…too arrogant!”
“…’Portrait of Jacqueline’ and ‘Maya with her Doll’ were created in 1961 and 1938, respectively. The stolen works are of great significance to Picasso and his family in commemoration, as the characters in the paintings are two extremely important women in Picasso’s life. Pepe Carmel, an associate professor at New York University, has said that the two paintings meant so much to Picasso that he was unwilling to sell them in his life…”
Crash, bang, bang…!
“Honey, is that you? How many times have I told you not to walk through the window, and even if you want to go, don’t break the glass… You never use the unlocking method I taught you?”
“Rod, let’s get out of here immediately!”
“Ah, okay. I was just about to leave, but someone actually stole Picasso’s painting before me! How arrogant! I’m going to steal it back! But I have to check where they are going first. Most likely they have already left Italy, give me two days…”
“No, we’re leaving now.”
“Huh? Honey, your expression is very nervous. This is the first time I’ve seen you like this… Did you meet someone? Let me guess, it’s not Hughes Leo… Could it be the guy who was chasing you before?”
“Stop talking and pack up your things.”
“Hmm… Honey~ You’re so afraid of them… What kind of person is that person like? Male? Female? Very powerful? More powerful than me?”
“Ten of you couldn’t beat him with one hand.”
“He, it turns out to be ‘him’~ So did you confront him?”
“No, I saw them on another street when I turned the corner. This street will be searched within 10 minutes.”
“Okay, let’s go to Rome first and meet an old friend. He should be able to find out the whereabouts of the painting. If I guess correctly, it may have been sent to Japan. There will be an underground auction there at the end of February…”
“Anything is okay; hurry up.”
“Okay, okay… Oh, the gun and vase need to be carried away. Throw away the snacks in your bag and empty it.”
“I don’t want to.”
“The vase is more valuable.”
“I don’t want to.”
“…can’t I buy it for you when we get to Rome? How about ice cream? It’s a famous Italian product.”
“…carry the gun, and I’ll hold the vase.”
“……==”
So, Xiaobai, who refused to give up food under any circumstances, and his owner, the green-eyed big thief, hit the road again…
——Florence Chapter · End——
So, next is the Japanese chapter. Well, either Kanagawa or Kyoto… Bullying at Japanese school appears to be more severe compared to European and American campuses ~ So… stay tuned!
