Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

"Director, what do you mean? I don't quite understand. I do have a boyfriend. This has nothing to do with my work, right?" Imaguchi was hesitant. There seems to be no rule in the school that employees cannot fall in love. , and homosexuality is not prohibited.

What's more, Iko knew in his heart that he looked like a girl. Even if others saw him and Ah Zhen, it would not have any bad impact on the school.

"No, no, Imaguchi-san, you misunderstood. I didn't say that it's not good for you to fall in love, and I wish you the best. What I mean is that the salary of this job in the school has always been relatively low, and it is not enough to support the family. need.

It's fine if you're just a student, but if you're an adult, I'm afraid this salary is not enough. I can see that you like to study very much. In that case, why not continue your studies and find a better job? "

The director waved his hand and said gently, but in a very firm tone, which made him feel a little sad.

"Director, I like this job very much and I am very satisfied with my current life."

Imaguchi said seriously, not to mention that he was not short of money. Even if he did not have the property and 10 billion yen left by his brother, he still liked this job and was willing to continue doing it.

"Well, then you should think about it first." The director nodded.

Imaguchi walked out of the office with mixed feelings. Although the director did not forcefully fire him, Imaguchi knew that he might not be able to stay for long.

At the edge of the flower pond, Imagouxin was digging the soil angrily with a small shovel in his hand, exhaling a depressed breath.

"Sister Imaguchi, your book." Conan came over and saw Imaguchi squatting on the ground digging soil, and had already dug a hole in the ground.

"Sister Imaguchi, are you going to plant a tree?" Conan's mouth twitched a little, and he couldn't help but complain when he saw Imaguchi holding a small shovel in his hand and digging a small hole.

"Yes." Imaguchi patted the dirt on his hands and took the "Fuji Flower Case" from Conan. This book was printed by himself as a souvenir. It was borrowed last time when Conan and Mori Kogoro came to inquire. He didn't expect to return it so soon.

"Sister Imaguchi, why are you unhappy?" Conan looked at the corners of Imaguchi's mouth that turned down, and he didn't understand why Imaguchi was still in a good mood in the morning, but now he looked unhappy after not seeing her for a few hours?

"It's okay, I'm just a little upset." Imaguchi didn't want to say anything about being persuaded to quit, so he just made an excuse.

Conan saw that he didn't want to say anything and didn't force it. Nothing would have happened in school.

After packing up my things, Imaguchi walked home from work and was too lazy to go back and cook for himself, so he simply went to Poirot Cafe again, planning to have dinner before going back.

"Welcome!" Azusa Enomoto said with a smile.

"Good evening, Xiaozi!" Imaguchi waved and said hello.

"Imaguchi, you're off work. What do you want to eat? Today's waffles were just baked!" Azusa Enomoto handed over a menu.

"Then I'll have a toasted waffle, a glass of orange papaya juice, and a Japanese-roasted steak."

Imaguchi glanced at the menu twice and found that there were no sandwiches, so he pointed to the grilled beef steak on the side.

"Okay, the Hiyori-yaki beef steak will have to wait for a while. I'll get you some waffles first." Azusa Enomoto said, bringing some waffles from the counter to Imaguchi.

"Azusa-chan, why are you alone, Mr. Amuro?" Imaguchi was eating waffles, but only saw Azusa Enomoto working alone. Toru Amuro never showed up and asked.

"Mr. Amuro seems to have had something happen recently. He asked for leave two days ago." Azusa Enomoto couldn't tell where Toru Amuro went. I only know that he took leave from the store manager two days ago. I heard that he seemed to be sick and accidentally injured himself.

"Really?" Imaguchi felt a little guilty, but he couldn't help but want to laugh. It seemed that Mr. Amuro was indeed brought back to work in the organization by Azhen.

"Well, I heard Mr. Amuro said that the injury is not serious, but there is no way to come here for the time being." Azusa Enomoto heard that Toru Amuro was injured before, and planned to visit him, but was rejected, saying that he had gone to a friend's house to recuperate. .

"That's it!" Imaguchi gloated, lowering his head and snickering, covering the upturned corners of his mouth with a waffle.

"Imaguchi, your orange papaya juice is ready, this is Hiyori-yaki steak." Azusa Enomoto put a portion of the grilled steak and an orange drink on the table with a plate.

"Okay, thank you." Imaguchi nodded heartily.

The next day, when Imaguchi was about to get off work, he was called to the office by the director again. This time, he didn't talk about work, but talked about Imguchi's studies. The director began to examine Imagochi's knowledge.

On the third day, the director chatted with Imaguchi and asked him about his hobbies and hobbies. He also talked about the prices of the things Imaguchi likes. He gave him various expensive and unique books on popular science, the prices of various dolls and statues, and also There are those very expensive delicacies and the beauty and splendor of all kinds of scenery in the world.

Listening to this, Imaguchi's heart was filled with enthusiasm, if the director had not linked those things to his salary.

Imaguchi's original love in his eyes was suddenly wiped out by the director, and he felt a chill in his heart.

The director left happily. Imagochi looked at the direction the director was leaving with heartbroken eyes. This was at a time when he had rarely thought about killing people when he was so old.

On the fourth day, there was no fourth day. Imaguchi finally waited for his rest day. He lay on the sofa and rolled around comfortably. Finally, he didn't have to listen to the director's tea poison today, otherwise he was afraid that he would be brainwashed.

Leaning on the sofa, Imaguchi and Gin exchanged messages. The two of them chatted with each other. It had only been three or four days since they had seen each other, but I wonder if they had stayed there for a little too long. My heart felt a little uncomfortable, and I silently missed Gin.

Gin was sitting on the roof of the building, holding a sniper rifle in one hand and typing on his mobile phone in the other. Vodka on the side was looking at the distant downstairs with a telescope.

Seeing that the time was up, Vodka called out "Big Brother", and Gin put down his cell phone, picked up a sniper rifle and pointed it at the building opposite, waiting for the target to appear.

Seeing that Gin had something to do, Imaguchi put down his cell phone and started cleaning the room with a broom and rag.

Especially the place where the tissue boxes are stored must be kept clean, otherwise it will be bad if someone finds out the traces, especially those like A Zhen and Conan who have abnormal observation skills.

Everything else is dirty, but there is something wrong with the cleanliness there.

All areas are dust free and have issues.

There are areas that are particularly dirty and problematic.

Imaguchi really lost his temper after being questioned by them. Fortunately, the place where he put things was pressed against the table, so it was okay to be clean.

For this reason, Imagouxin spent a period of time cleaning the gaps under all the furniture, which was very tiring.