"You also know how dangerous it is now. Before dad solves the problem, you can't go out casually. Otherwise, if something happens to you, how can we both survive?"
"…………"
"snort!"
Yamamoto Nami pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "If your problem is never solved, dad, will my daughter never be able to go out?"
"Of course not, your father and I are not vegetarian!"
Yamamoto Ichiro hugged Yamamoto Nami in his arms again, and then said sincerely.
"…………"
"Give your father and I a little more time, and the matter will be resolved soon. Okay, then wherever you want to go, my father won't stop you anymore."
Seeing that the atmosphere between father and daughter was somewhat awkward at the moment, Tomomi Tatsuko couldn't help but intervene and persuade: "Nami, be good, your father is worried about you too."
"…………"
Yamamoto Nami frowned, and Arrogant broke away from Yamamoto Ichiro's arms, pointed at No. 3 and said, "Let No. 3 protect me, and I'll be fine if I go to school."
"This..." Yamamoto Ichiro was a little speechless after hearing this, and glanced at San with a slightly embarrassed look.
"Dad! Dad! Dad!"
When Nami Yamamoto saw that her father was showing signs of relenting, she immediately took his arm and said coquettishly, "Okay?"
"As you know, No. 3 is very powerful. Let him accompany me to school. Dad, please. Okay. If I stay at home any longer, I will really go crazy because of the stress. You don't want to My lovely daughter is going crazy!”
"…………"
At this time, Yamamoto Ichiro finally had some hesitation, and he said hesitantly: "But... No. 3 still has to protect the manor and your mother."
"Dad, please stop lying to me with your lies."
"I have grown up and have heard enough. You can obviously hire a few more experts to protect your family and mother. Hum, Dad, you don't keep your word. Nami hates you."
"…………"
When Yamamoto Nami heard her father's perfunctory words, she suddenly became dissatisfied. She sat on the chair angrily and stopped paying attention to Yamamoto Ichiro.
"..."
Yamamoto Ichiro was really in a dilemma this time.
He glanced sideways at his wife Chimeida, who sighed softly, and then persuaded: "Ichiro, forget it, let No. 3 accompany her to school for a few days. This period is difficult enough for us. My daughter."
"..."
"Yeah! Long live mom! Long live mom"! ! !
Seeing that her goal was finally achieved, Nami Yamamoto jumped up from her chair in excitement, ran to Tatsuko Tomomi, and kissed her heavily on the cheek.
When Tomoko saw her daughter so happy, she couldn't help laughing and said, "You, you really can't stand still."
"..."
"When you go to school, you have to listen to the teacher. There are still ten million things to remember. You can't leave No. 3's side. Do you understand?"
"I know, I know, I will definitely be obedient, and besides, No. 3 is watching me!"
Hearing this, Nami Yamamoto simply gave a few perfunctory words to Tomomi Tatsuko, then jumped up to No. 3, and tentatively reached out to hold No. 3's hand.
"…………"
No. 3 felt deeply uncomfortable when he was suddenly so close. He subconsciously moved his arm slightly, trying to take out the dagger hidden on his body.
But he immediately realized his identity at this moment. No. 3 forcibly resisted the urge to kill and allowed Nami Yamamoto to hold his hand.
Yamamoto Nami's palms were very soft and slippery. She pulled No. 3 with a happy look on her face and said with a smile: "No. 3, let's go quickly."
Before No. 3 could speak, Yamamoto Ichiro couldn't help but asked: "Where are you going?"
"Of course I have to go to school. If I go there now, I can catch up and have classes in the afternoon."
"You..."
At this moment, Yamamoto Ichiro really has no temper for his precious daughter.
He said with a wry smile: "Why are you so impatient? Besides, if you don't think about it carefully, how can you ask No. 3 to go to school with you?"
"I mean, in what capacity does No. 3 go to school with you, my precious daughter?
"This..." Yamamoto Nami finally realized that she was too impatient after being reminded by Yamamoto Ichiro. Hearing this, she pursed her lips unhappily, with an unhappy look on her face.
"..."
Yamamoto Ichiro saw this and smiled and said: "Okay, you sit down for me now and eat first. In the afternoon, I will ask someone to help No. 3 apply for admission. I am in the same class as you, okay?
"Yes! Yes! Nami loves daddy the most." Nami Yamamoto saw that the matter was finally confirmed, and couldn't help but happily kissed Yamamoto Ichiro on the face.
"…………"
"well!"
When Ichiro Yamamoto saw this, he pretended to have a sad face, and then said: "I really shouldn't agree casually, I have to meet your request."
Look at the whole family enjoying themselves and being happy.
No. 3's cold and empty heart felt a throbbing for no reason. Everyone has a home and family, but where are their home and family?
"..."
School, to No. 3, is a strange yet familiar term.
No. 3 was leaning on his bed, unconsciously dazed at the moment, with an admission notice in his hand.
"…………"
Yamamoto Ichiro's network and power were indeed extremely large. With just one phone call, he easily completed the admission procedures for No. 3 as a transfer student.
A few hours later, the admission notice was delivered to No. 3 at an extremely fast speed.
Sakura Motoki Noble School, sophomore class 5, in the same class as Yamamoto Nami. Of course, the name on the notice cannot be called No. 3, a name that can easily arouse suspicion.
What is written above is the name given to No. 3 by Ichiro Yamamoto himself, Chen Daoming.
According to Ichiro Yamamoto's explanation, he had previously forged an identity file of China for some reasons. Later, he could no longer use it for some reasons, so the blank identity was temporarily given to No. 3.
China? Xia?
"..."
No. 3's slender and white fingers slid down the admission notice.
Did Ichiro Yamamoto give him such a special identity intentionally or unintentionally? Is there something between this that I don't know about?
"No. 3." Death Knife's cold voice came from outside the door. In the past few days, Death Knife would appear outside Room No. 3 from time to time.
The sound of the death knife pulled No. 3 out of his thoughts.
Number 3 immediately jumped out of bed, opened the door, and then asked: "What can I do for you?"
