disqualified hero

The long car was driving on the flat road, and Miss Shi was still wearing the attire that only a maid would have. If she hadn't had a pure oriental face, as long as you noticed her posture and attire, you would definitely think of her in the 19th century. of the United Kingdom.

She was sitting on the driver's seat on the right side, the leather cushion on the back seat was slightly squeezed, the seat belt on the right side was tightly restraining Miss Ji's white suit, and beside her was Xiuzhi who ran out before finishing her studies.

"The hero has already accepted the commission. Just ask him to report at home. Why do you have to go to him in person?" On the child's palm-sized face, glass-like eyeballs flicked around.

"As for the reason, let me think about it." Miss Ji raised her head slightly, and her right index finger touched her chin little by little.

[Ah, what kind of language should be used to describe her posture? ]

["Even the fingertips are beautifully colored", seems to be what Yasunari Kawabata said. The charm of words is really terrifying, but the exquisite description a hundred years ago can be attached to the mother's body perfectly. Looking at it from another angle, she She is really an antique beauty who has lived through the years. ]

"If Mr. Haraemon asked, I should say it was out of etiquette considerations." She said, "But if Shuji asked, I would say it was to meet a classmate I haven't seen for a long time."

"Hey, Mr. Sharp Spear is male, right?" Xiu Zhi said, "I thought Ah Ji went to a girls' school."

He called Miss Ji too much "beautiful lady", "beautiful lady", "Miss Ji", "Aji", and occasionally mischievously called her "Mrs. Tsushima". In front of the husband, he will honestly call him "mother" or "mother".

"No, I go to a mixed school, Mr. Xiao." Miss Ji said, "Mr. Tetsuna is a classmate from elementary school, junior high school, and high school."

"What a 'coincidence'." He said a witty pun, "Because Ah Ji never said what happened to me in the past, I couldn't even figure out girls' and co-ed schools."

"My past, there is nothing worthy of praise."

The speed of the car slowed down, and the front of the car drove into a residential area. On both sides of the car windows, there were single-family buildings of different shapes, some simple, some modern, and some resembling the square milk delivered by school lunches.

They stopped in front of the exquisite small bungalow, with an obtuse-shaped roof and a small garden surrounded by iron fences. The garden was like a nursery in a kindergarten, and it was cut into several small pieces of hyacinth, platycodon, rose, and lily-of-the-valley. Surrounded within the designated range.

[Really bad. ] He subconsciously commented on the garden according to his mother's aesthetics.

"Do you know how to reflect the beauty of flowers, Xiu Zhi?" Miss Ji is arranging flowers. She is wearing a western dress. The flower pots and flower branches used for flower arrangement are placed on the small wicker table on the terrace. It is said that real flower arrangers will dress appropriately Kimono, kneel and sit in the quiet Japanese room to complete the artwork.

That's impossible, let alone a Japanese room in his house, he doesn't even have a kimono.

"Each type of flower can only be used once. For example, a rose must be placed next to a lily to highlight its fiery red splendor. A sunflower cannot smile towards the sun unless it is paired with a baby's breath."

"It would be too sad to put similar-looking flowers together. All flowers in a similar group are the same."

click-

The side branches of the baby's breath were cut off.

……

Until Tie Mingqiao came out of the Hero Office, he could still hear his subordinates cursing.

It is normal for young people to be grumpy after spinning for 48 hours. It is obvious that summer has passed for a long time, but the cold wind can't dampen the enthusiasm of the enemy. They all came out to make trouble, and the little guys below also wanted to stand out. It happened that Oulumite went to the United States for business and could not come back for a month. The Japanese enemies seemed to be on a big holiday, and they went out one after another to have a carnival.

The workload of the heroes is straight up.

"If I had known you would take this task, I wouldn't have shown it to you!" The girl at the front desk was going crazy, she was tortured by overtime, and the irritability of lack of sleep broke out on Tie Mingqiao's body, with a pair of claws clenched His neck shook vigorously up and down, "What are you thinking, do you know what time it is now, if you want to rush to the hero ranking, whether you can make it to the top [-] depends on this month, we have already succeeded halfway, fat Fat rubber and your popularity..." She gritted her teeth bitterly.

"Or are you short of money? If there is any advantage to a private commission that cannot be made public, it is a high salary, but money can be earned at any time..."

"Not those questions."

The front desk girl suddenly couldn't say anything.

[Why is there such an expression? ]

[A resolute expression as if about to carry a heavy mountain on his shoulders. ]

The sharp gun hero took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the people in the office. He bowed more than 90 degrees: "I'm sorry, this time I caused trouble for everyone because of my personal reasons. This is my dereliction of duty. , this year, please put all the resources in the future on the fat rubber."

"Hey!" Fatty Rubber remained silent for the first time. He knew Tie Mingqiao better than others, so he could see his determination better. "It's too much, Tie Ming." He frowned and said, "Even if it is Private entrustment should come back after a while, and there will be time to hit this year's ranking, even if you don't break into the top [-], you can still keep the [-]th or [-]th place."

"No need." He said stubbornly, "It's a waste of everyone's efforts. I deserve these." He said to Fat Rubber, "I will come back and explain to you after the private commission is completed." Said Without looking back, he drove away.

He left without explaining anything. It's only natural that the people in the office feel dissatisfied. After accepting Tie Mingqiao's sincere apology, there was no such a juvenile trend of forgiveness by all the staff. While a few people were silent, there were still many employees Complaining.

"At this juncture, it's too embarrassing, isn't it?"

"What's the matter?"

Someone also asked the girl at the front desk: "Miss Ji Wei, what kind of commission did Jianqiang accept?"

Ji Wei, the girl at the front desk, was furious: "It's a private entrustment, a private entrustment." She said, "It seems that there is something very important. The young lady sees that the situation is not good recently, and she wants to find a hero to protect her, and she even named her to be ranked at the top. Heroes within a hundred."

"However, since it is the eldest lady, I will go to Jianqiang directly, and Jianqiang agreed, so I should be someone I know." When it comes to men and women, the atmosphere in the office has changed, and even the complaints just now People also started talking.

"I must know him, I don't even want the hero ranking just by looking at it."

"Is that the woman you like?"

"If that's the case, he really has the style of a sharp spear. He is the kind of Showa man, the kind who wants to protect women wholeheartedly as a knight."

"Yes, yes, it is understandable if this is the case."

[Men in the Showa era...]

[Can you understand...? ]

A hand slammed onto Miss Ji Wei's shoulder, soft and broad, not like human flesh, but like fluffy torn bread.

She turned around: "Mr. Chubby Rubber..."

The generous, plush toy-like fleshy palm clapped her shoulders twice understandingly. This kind of touch is definitely not like a male to a female, but like a reliable elder to a younger generation. If you really want to say it, Miss Ji Wei I felt myself being gently comforted by my mother.

Together with her love heart that was torn apart before she opened it.

……

[Oops, oops, I haven’t seen Ah Ji for so many years, what should I wear to meet her. ]

[Wearing sportswear?No, no, it's too informal, I'm already a well-known hero, I can't be like the students in school, I will definitely be looked down upon. ]

[Then wear a suit?Is it too hard again, and I am not an office worker?The hero uniform is too exaggerated... Really, I would have asked Ji Wei before I left. If you are also a young woman, you should know what clothes to wear on which occasions will be more popular, right? ]

He stood in his single room, worrying about the empty closet. He didn’t have many clothes, only a few pieces, except for the uniforms he had to have for work, which were just some clothes from Uniqlo, which were more than comfortable. , but no change in appearance.

[Damn, which one to wear, which one...]

"Ding dong——" The loud doorbell rang from the first floor to the second floor. His body was tense, like a cat caught in the back of his neck, and the tingling sensation went all the way up from the soles of his feet.

In extreme numbness, he quietly lifted a corner of the curtain with two fingers. The smooth car stopped at the door, which would only appear in TV dramas. seat, seems to want to open the door.

[! ! ! ]

He put on the most normal Uniqlo coat at a speed beyond the limit, and rushed downstairs. The moment he opened the door, Miss Ji, who was wearing a white suit and a top hat on her head, stood in front of him gracefully. The beautiful long hair was coiled into a delicate bun, hanging obliquely behind her head. Under the skillful hands of the make-up artist, the originally gentle and mature shape did not look old at all. The bowler hat was pinned to the bun Front, bangs tilted to one side.

"Long time no see, classmate Tie Ming." He could only feel his heart pounding, almost jumping out of his throat, and Ah Ji's voice was covered with a thin film, which sounded not so much It's true, it's better to say that it sounds like a fairy flying from outside the sky.

"Okay, long time no see."

Even the tongue is tied.

……

[Ah, how should I describe the current situation? ]

Xiu Zhi was sitting on the sofa, he was smiling, like an extremely delicate but immobile doll, if it weren't for the fact that his eyes could move and he could breathe, no one would think he was a living thing.

Adults also have prejudices against children. Children under the age of ten will not be quiet anyway. They are like monsters that radiate their energy infinitely all day long. Running and screaming are the elements that constitute children.

[Although I guessed it a long time ago, but it turns out that Ms. Ji is the kind of woman that men are obsessed with. ]

He thought of Miss Shi's unintentional words, "If Xiuzhi is in a few years, he will become a man who is obsessed by all women." After passing by, one after another fell down and submerged the soil, alas, alas, it is an incredible scene when you think about it.”

Thinking of the serious Miss Shi's mood when she said the above words, Xiu Zhi almost showed a knowing smile.

[However, if "being obsessed" can also be inherited, this characteristic in me undoubtedly comes from Miss Ji. ]

Thinking, his eyes locked on Tie Mingqiao's body, and the latter's eyes were glued to the woman in the white suit motionlessly. The Western suit and top hat fit Miss Sabi's very oriental beauty. An eerie harmony has been achieved, her every move is impeccable and full of charm.

"How long has it been since we last met?"

"Seven or eight years. In college, I went to a high school in Tokyo. Did Ah Ji go to London? We haven't seen each other since then."

"I heard that you were married before, but I didn't quite believe it. It turned out to be true."

When Tie Mingqiao said this, it was impossible to maintain calm. He looked at Shuji Tsushima with eyes that he didn't know how to describe. He didn't know whether he was looking for the part of him that belonged to Aji, or looking for him. The part of the body that belongs to another man.

"Yes, Xiuzhi-kun is over seven years old." Miss Ji showed her teeth as white as rice grains, "Say hello to Tie Ming-kun, Mr. Xiao."

"Hello." Shuji seemed to nod, but didn't seem to, "I'm Shuji Tsushima."

[Tsushima, is that man's last name?Speaking of which, no one knows what kind of man Ah Ji married. ]

[What does this kid say, he really looks like Ah Ji, looking at him, I can't imagine Tsushima's appearance at all. ]

The mother's appearance calmed down the gloom in his heart.

"Hello." Tie Mingqiao said, "Mr. Xiuzhi, you are very similar to Ah Ji."

[The best address for the current occasion should be Mrs. Tsushima. ] From the identical smiles of Xiuzhi and Ms. Ji, I can't think of the words in his mind at all. Apart from looks, the mother and child are most similar to each other, but smiles, temperament, and other illusory things.

[As long as I don’t see Mr. Haraemon, can I pretend that I don’t exist?No, even if you see it, you can comfort yourself silently with the chivalry of the unknown guardian. Men are as sad as women. They are really sinful women, Miss Ji. ]

[However, why do you find a man who is obsessed with you as a bodyguard?Puzzling, puzzling, sure enough, among the people I can get in touch with, the most difficult to understand is Miss Ji. "

"Yes, this child is exactly like me." Miss Ji said.

"After exchanging pleasantries for a long time, I had no choice but to cut to the chase."

"Aji, please tell me." Tie Mingqiao straightened his back.

"Recently, the law and order in Tokyo is very bad. No, not only Tokyo, it seems that after Orumite left temporarily, Japan has fallen into chaos." It's like the country has lost the sun that illuminates the darkness."

"Mr. Haraemon is very worried about my safety. Even in the chaotic night, there are always some salons and dramas that I have to go to." She said, ""Turandot" at the Central Theater The tour is only for two weeks, and it would be a pity to miss the wonderful musical due to the bad public security. The melody of the Chinese princess is really beautiful, and I don’t want to miss it.”

If Miss Ji Wei, or any other woman, heard Miss Ji's words, they would definitely grit their teeth. Hiring a hero just to listen to a musical, what an extravagant statement, Miss Ji Wei might give the sharp gun hero a series of slaps in an attempt to wake him up. His drowsy, not at all awake head.

[Do you want to give up your hero ranking this year because of the musical? ]

[Are you joking? ! ]

Tie Mingqiao just nodded and said, "Okay."

He directly skipped the responses of "So that's the case" and "Is it really okay?" and deduced the final outcome, as if he was ready, no matter what Miss Ji said, he would say it well.

"Then I feel much more at ease." Miss Ji said, "My heart that has been beating rapidly after reading the newspaper this morning can finally settle down. I never thought that there would be a murder incident on the night when I went out to meet friends."

[last night. ]

Shuji thought.

[Ah, that's right, that's right, Miss Ji went to participate in an event, it seems to be a reading salon. In terms of content, I think about it, the books she reads are too mixed. Every time I enter the study, I always find new books on the shelf. I don’t know how to read pulp fiction, but foreign poetry, Iranian nursery rhymes, German fables, ancient Greek philosophy, and even astrophysics books will contain a note, which makes people have to doubt Miss Ji reading volume. ]

"Please don't worry." Tie Mingqiao said, "Although I am not a high-ranking hero, it should be no problem to protect Ah Ji. Even if something goes wrong, I will definitely block Ah Ji with my flesh and blood. forward."

Miss Ji seemed to be amused: "What are you talking about, Tie Ming-jun, it's too serious, how could you use flesh and blood?" She bit her words, with a wonderful rhythm between her words, "Just look at me from behind That’s enough, Tie Ming-jun, if there are heroes around, it’s also a deterrent to the enemy.”

"Just watch."

……

In front of other people, Mr. Tsushima Haraemon always maintains the seriousness and calmness of a politician. He is not young. In an earlier era, he was 17 years older than Miss Ji. He could have become Miss Ji. Father.

But just by looking at his face, you can never tell whether Mr. Haraemon is 30, 40 or 50 years old, not to mention his appearance, which is unique among politicians in the past 100 years.

"We are here, Shuji-kun." Uesugi Jixun pulled him out of the car, his loving gesture was more like a father than a father. Japanese politicians are all one. As the secretary-general of Mr. Haraemon, Uesugi The relationship between Mr. and him is closer than siblings.

The prime minister is very busy, so busy that he doesn't have much time to take care of his family members. He spends most of his time at home to accompany Miss Ji. Coupled with the tight protection of his family, no matter Whether it was Miss Sabi or Shuji Tsushima, no one would guess his relationship with the Prime Minister unless he reported his family name.

"Are you going to do a test?" Xiu Zhi asked.

"Yes." Uesugi said, "Xiuzhi-kun's personality is really powerful. In theory, all personality strengths develop with age, but we haven't found the limit of Xiuzhi-kun's personality at all."

"Only when the ceiling is found, can there be a way to strengthen individuality."

"What if you can't find the ceiling all the time?"

"In that case, Xiuzhi-kun is the ceiling."

Entering the fourth door of the experimental institution, he saw a familiar figure from behind. Mr. Prime Minister took time out from his busy schedule to care about his progress.

"Come here, Shuji."

"Among the heroes who have passed the official hero license this year, there are personalities similar to yours." He said, "However, the disadvantages are too great. It is ineffective against enemies of the release type and body-altered type, and there is a time limit."

"And my personality, so far hasn't found a limit, has it?"

Mr. Haraemon glanced at him: "That's right in theory."

"You will become an incredible person, Xiuzhi." He said firmly, "Whether it is personality or mind, what you have is enough to manipulate the direction of a country."

In this society where the new generation has individuality, Xiu Zhi's ability is undoubtedly "strategic level".

During the interval of the test, the two had a brief exchange.

"Today mother found the right hero."

"Hero? What kind of person is it?"

"The sharp gun hero, Mr. Tie Mingqiao, is said to be a new generation who has risen rapidly in the rankings."

"That's right." Mr. Haraemon said calmly.

"He seems to have grown up with his mother."

Perhaps it was out of a desire to add fuel to the fire, Shuji added.

"Hmm—" Mr. Haraemon covered his mouth and pondered for a moment, "So it's him."

Shuji blinked his eyes, he really wanted to see Haremon-san's reaction, but...

"What he said, there must be no problem."

"Well, the recent safety factor is very low, let him live at home, and clean up the room for guests."

[really. ]

[As boring a reaction as I imagined. ]

Perhaps it was because the meaning of boredom in Shuji's eyes was too strong, Mr. Haraemon looked down at him and said, "Is there anything else I want to say."

"I was thinking." He said, "From the theory I read in the book, if the father loves the mother deeply, he should be angry at this time, right? There is really no reaction at all."

Mr. Haraemon's expression rarely changed, but it was definitely not an expression of exasperation. Instead, he looked at Shuji with the eyes of a child and said, "You are still a child."

[Oh, such an evaluation? ]

"The reason is very simple. I am not the man in the book, and Miss Ji is not the woman in the book. Just because I married Miss Ji and no one else married her, it is enough for me not to put other men in my eyes. He said, "Don't be so girly, Shuji, you are my son."

……

The busy prime minister left overnight by plane due to the sudden flood in the south, the mother who enjoyed the piano recital came in at ten o'clock, and Xiu Zhi, who had tested his personality ability, returned at eleven o'clock late.

Most of the time, there are only servants in the empty villa.

Some of them are quieter than the furniture, and some are like mice, who like to chew their tongues in dark places. The maid, Miss Changshi, will dismiss those who cannot be disciplined.

"There's not much harm in keeping them." The hands of the clock pointed to 35:35, and at [-]:[-], Miss Ji changed into the dress she wore at home, sat on the sofa dignifiedly, and picked up vinyl from an antique shop. Records were placed on gramophones.

The sound quality of big speakers cannot be compared with the impact of home theater, but in many cases, artistic conception is the best condiment for listening to music.

Miss Shi bowed her body.

"There are all kinds of people," Miss Ji said, "elegant people, vulgar people, educated people, vulgar and ignorant people, if everyone is quiet and elegant, it will be hard to tell who is more beautiful." If it’s better, people will all become the same.”

"The same people are like calm stagnant water, nothing can lift people's spirits." She turned a page of the book, "I hope, at least where I live, is flowing and energetic water."

"If they didn't disturb the order of the villa, then don't deal with it."

Miss Shi bowed deeply and said, "Yes."

"By the way." She sniffed her nose cutely. Let alone a man, even a woman would be moved by her upturned little nose. Eight-sided beauty, in Japanese, this word always appears in a derogatory sense. ""Everybody's favorite beauty".

After all, no woman can appreciate the beauty of another woman calmly, so words like this appear!However, Miss Ji's figure is like the heroine in a classic novel, and women will be moved when they see it.

"Have you changed your perfume?" she said, "The smell on Shi is not the same as before."

"Maybe it's where the incense is contaminated?" Poetry replied uncertainly.

"This smell is like the leaves being smoked, I like it very much."

Someone came back again, the door was pulled open from the inside, and the maid respectfully said "Welcome back". The little gentleman in a white suit walked into the room, his coat had already been dragged down, and he was wearing a white shirt and scarf on his upper body.

"Xiuzhi, you're back." Miss Ji happily patted the cushion beside her, "I'll help you take off the scarf."

He sat down obediently, letting his mother's hair brush against his soft cheeks, and a few of them scattered on his neck, itching.

"Huh——" the scarf was unfolded, and because it was white, the black at the end was particularly obvious. Whether the color was sauce or coagulated blood, it showed Xiuzhi-kun's immature etiquette.

"It's really bad." He seemed to realize that he was rubbing the dirt. "I ate some dumplings at my father's place. I'm afraid the sauce dripped on the edge of the scarf, but I didn't pay much attention to it."

"It's really careless." Miss Ji said, "It's really too careless."

……

In the early morning of the next day, Mr. Haraemon did not come back. Dazai took a mobile phone support stand and put the mobile phone on the dining table. In the morning news, the female anchor broadcast the news of the previous day in a calm tone.

"At 46:[-] in the morning, a woman's charred body was found in a music hall in Chiyoda District, Tokyo. The condition of the body was extremely tragic, and it was suspected to be the work of the enemy who dismembered the body the day before..."

The morning sun shines on the back of the chair through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Dazai hums an unknown tune, and stirs the mixed drink of black tea and milk.

Another new day.

[Body: Osamu Dazai (Shuji Tsushima)]

[Synchronization rate: 83%]