The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

The sound of rapid typing on the keyboard rang out one after another in the living room of the apartment. Atsuto Yamashita, who was still trying on clothes frequently, followed the sound and saw that Kasumigaoka Shiwa, who was in the state of creation, was so fast with his ten fingers that it was unimaginable.

Suddenly, he seemed to see afterimages.

This writer, who is full of literary ideas, is really in a terrible state when he is typing.

He wished he had this speed when writing the closing report, so he wouldn't beg for help in a low voice.

Atsuto Yamashita has always believed that the reason why he doesn't like to write that stuff is because he can't type fast, and it's definitely not because of any other reasons.

Absolutely not.

Putting on the last sea-blue plaid suit he dug out from the closet, looking at the chic and handsome self in the full-length mirror, Atsuto Yamashita nodded in satisfaction.

As expected of me.

With sword eyebrows and star eyes, he looks talented. At first glance, he is a good man worthy of a girl's entrustment for life.

"Xiao Shiyu, how are you doing?"

"handsome or not?"

Hearing the cessation of the sound of the keyboard behind him, Atsuto Yamashita, who had been narcissistic for a while, turned around and spread his hands, the corners of his confidently upturned mouth shone brightly under the mottled sunlight that fell on the living room.

During the water break, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, who stopped to do a set of health exercises for her fingers, raised her eyes when she heard the words, and a bit of amazement flashed between her brows.

"It's rare to see you dress up so carefully. Sure enough, you are usually lazy."

After the astonishment, it was the sharp insight from Xiazhiqiu Shiyu.

The way Yamashita Atsuto carefully groomed herself made her more determined to go to the wedding with her.

Well, naturally, to meet Matsumoto Kiyonaga and Matsumoto Sayuri who can be considered half of his family;

Second, it is naturally to show yourself.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu has absolute confidence in her figure.

To attend a wedding, why do people from Yamashita have to drink some bars?

You can't drive when you're a little drunk, why don't you have to stay in a hotel?

If you live in a hotel, there is only one room left, right?

Sonoko Machida, her editor-in-charge of a teacher of love theory for women chasing men, a master of love development manuals, said: When a man is slightly drunk, his attitude is the most wavering, the most hazy, and the time when he is the easiest to break through the bottom line.

During this period of time, she would sink the bottom line of Yamashita Atsuto from time to time, and this man had long been used to her outrageous actions and words.

At that time, coupled with the blissful atmosphere of the wedding, if she wanted to welcome her, she would refuse to tick her off...

Didn't all of this come to fruition?

Thinking of the highlights, Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who automatically substituted into a certain love game, blushed.

In the drooping eyes, the autumn water is like waves.

"Xiao Shiyu, you don't have to come to my place after school tomorrow, I won't be home tomorrow."

Atsuto Yamashita, who straightened his tie, directly shattered the playful fantasies of adolescent girls.

"Mr. Benedict."

"Ok?"

"Do you think that you are missing a female companion when you go to the wedding?" Kasumigaoka Shiyu closed the laptop, stood up straight with her legs wrapped in black silk, and walked up to Atsuto Yamashita step by step.

"Everyone else attends the wedding in pairs, and you are the only one who goes alone. Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Study hard and make progress every day." Atsuto Yamashita put his hands on the girl's shoulders and warned righteously.

"I'm number one in my grade." Kasumigaoka Shiyu raised the corners of her mouth, stood on tiptoe playfully, and tried to push her head to the man's lowered forehead.

"... Your teacher doesn't—"

"This is a leave note." Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who had been prepared for a long time, smiled and held up the signed leave note.

"You have no clothes—"

"I bought it a long time ago and put it in the closet in your room." The girl who learned the thinking of a criminal policeman was very well prepared.

"Really? I don't believe it."

Yamashita was suspicious, he just looked in the closet to find clothes, but he didn't find anything.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu blinked at the man in front of him, then turned and walked into his bedroom.

When she came out again, the school uniform on her body had already changed.

Under the lady's small suit that echoes the color of Atsuto Yamashita's suit, the light blue silk suspender skirt highlights everything the girl is proud of. The slender legs wrapped in black stockings step on a pair of white high heels about three centimeters;

The white headband as an embellishment echoes the blue bow tied around the waist, highlighting a youthful beauty.

"How about it?"

"It's not bad, it fits the temperament of your age group." Surprised, Atsuto Yamashita stroked his chin with his index finger, trying to find fault with a critical eye, but found nothing.

For girls of this age, she is really too big.

"Think about it, going to a wedding is boring."