[Net King + Black Basket] Seijuro, your mother calls you to go home for dinner!

Leave the hot summer on your feet and enter the crisp autumn.Seijuro's high school life started with joining the basketball club, quickly broke into the core team, and was even directly appointed as the captain by coach Shirokane Yongji.Faced with the private doubts of the senior players, Seijuro pretended not to see it, and relied on his own strength to dispel all kinds of doubts.

Seijuro flourished in Luoshan. Not only did he achieve outstanding academic results, he also dominated the super-strong basketball team with three untitled players, which made him feel an achievement that even surpassed the "Generation of Miracles" feel.

In the first few months of school, he focused on school activities. Except for the weekly routine report, he basically didn't take the initiative to communicate with Masashi, and the other party might also be busy with company affairs, so he didn't have much energy to care about him.

until--

……

Seijuro sat in the study with a gloomy face, and a few photos with extremely low pixels were scattered on the big table occupied by him alone.However, the protagonists in the photos are all the same person.

"you sure?"

"Yes, sir."

Standing straight in front of him, the man with his head bowed respectfully was dressed in a black suit.He is the only servant that Seijuro allows to be by his side, and he is also the young butler that Masashi promised to ration him, a choice made by himself after his own appraisal.

Seijuro's first request was to be loyal only to him, not to Masashi.The man in a suit who is good at detectives and graduated from the FBI is his bargaining chip against his father. As long as he is willing—just like his father planting eyeliners around him, he can also use his chess pieces to find out the other party's little secrets.

He is well aware of the routines that people in the family often use, and occasionally secretly glad that he has no brothers and sisters, otherwise there will be more others to be careful about.

This is undoubtedly a naked/naked/naked manifestation of lack of trust and security, but Seijuro will never admit it, and no one dares to poke/break in front of him.

Having said that, Seijuro picked up a photo casually, and glanced at the black-haired woman holding his father's arm.He had an unbearable sense of disgust, a childish emotion that could not be dispelled, like a haze hanging over his heart.

"Tsk, I'm surprised that I spent all my time trying to solve Kanai Yukie, so it was because of her..." Seijuro never had the expectation that his father might still love his mother who died young, but he couldn't help but care about any who haunted Masashi. A woman, not to mention the photos show that they have been in frequent contact recently.

"Do you need to continue the investigation?" The man in the suit sounded awkward in Japanese with a European and American accent, and his tone was also very blunt.

"Trouble. I need a clearer report."

Seijuro squeezed his fingers together, easily crumpling the photo into a ball.Half of his father's growing resemblance was in shadow.

He didn't dare to deny his father's approach explicitly, but it didn't hurt to use some means to warn him in private.What aroused his interest was the woman herself - he was very curious why she could fill the vacancy around Masashi.

He had heard from Akashi Nanami before that his parents didn't really love each other, and he was just a product of marriage.Although he never liked the overly persistent and rigid grandma, Seijuro got a lot of news from her, and it turns out that he has been kept in the dark for so many years.

Seijuro felt very uncomfortable. Could it be that the happy time his parents wove for him when he was a child was just a fake show?

Driven by nature, he didn't think that his mother's death was simply related to a sudden illness, but he was tired and didn't want to be entangled with the nightmares of the past.The paradox was that he couldn't tolerate seeing Masashi out looking for other women.Seijuro subconsciously thinks that he is having a hard time, and he will not make those around him feel good.A mother's death should always be remembered - engraved in the heart.

The man in suit, who is proficient in psychology, caught the fleeting anger in his eyes.He shook his head, knowing that the young master was struggling with his mother again.The more he escapes, the more unstable his mood becomes.

"Master, you still..."

"Whoever abandons me, don't let the day of yesterday stay. Whoever disturbs my heart, today is more worrying." Seijuro interrupted him softly, but the other party, as an overseas party, did not understand the meaning of his words.

The man in the suit read his master's current thoughts from the expression on his face, so he obediently exited the study and closed the door behind him.

The first rule to get before taking over the job is to be loyal only to Seijuro Akashi.

The second rule is that no doubts about Akashi Seijuro are allowed.

**

This period of time was very tormenting for Seijuro, he had to make up his mind to go back to Akashi's main house to see with his own eyes whether Masashi really brought the woman home.

Seijuro would be disrespectful to follow this kind of thing, and he himself despised him for his bold and reckless behavior.But the existence of a woman was a knot in his heart that couldn't get rid of.

Earlier, Steward Shikawa also said that Masashi sent his servants away on the grounds that he didn't want to be disturbed by outsiders, and Seijuro confirmed his idea even more.He was unwilling to sit still, so he had to go into battle and observe outside the mansion himself.

Seijuro sat on a bench 20 meters away, wearing a hoodie that didn't fit his style, with the hat covering his flamboyant red hair.He habitually holds a book in his hand, but just doesn't care to read the content on the paper, and looks up at the gate every few minutes.

"Time is like the process of something decaying. That incredible change is carried out in an incredible way, and no one can understand it."

Just after reading this sentence, which is often collected in quotations, the figure of the woman is getting closer and closer to the gate.It seemed to be an incredible traction, which made Seijuro pinpoint the timing.

He closed the book and stuffed it into his carry-on bag.After the woman walked a certain distance, he followed casually.

The woman had half-length black hair that was loosely tied behind her head at this time, and her popular attire made her look completely different from Masashi from the same world.

She turned around so fast that he couldn't see her face clearly.But Seijuro's excellent memory allowed him to connect the people who followed him that day.

Self-esteem did not allow Seijuro to follow, but another voice deep in his heart forced him to step forward to find out.The woman walked at a slightly slower speed, and he took the same subway line with her to the Tokyo metropolitan area, and followed her into a dessert shop at the risk of being dispersed by the crowd.

……

Wait - this store! ?

Seijuro suddenly realized, no wonder he followed easily, he often visited the dessert shop on this street when he was a child.It's not that he is crazy about sweets, most of them are just to accompany his mother.

He became more and more restless, as if the paws of a childish kitten on his chest kept scratching.Maybe a coincidence?Maybe...that woman has the same hobbies as my mother, so Masashi was interested.

Now that they are all here, it is even more impossible for him to turn back.

Seijuro walked into the shop and sat not far from the woman, where she couldn't find himself.His serious and indifferent expression was incompatible with the atmosphere in the store, but the waiter with a bright smile still politely handed him the menu.

"An Opera."

He only ordered Opera Chow at the top of the menu every time, and it never changed.

"What you need?"

Seijuro tilted his head, tapping his knuckles on the table.

After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice and asked the waitress who was staring at his face in a daze, "What did the customer order?"

"Huh? The customer ordered..." The waiter looked at the small book in his hand, "Cappuccino, chocolate muffin and turkey sandwich."

It's an ordinary food...

Seijuro was inexplicably disappointed.

He asked the waiter for a note (torn from a notebook), wrote a few words on it, folded it up and asked her to pass it to the guest solemnly, and paid for the guest by the way— —It's not his style at all.But Seijuro couldn't think of a better way.

The waiter didn't dare to ask the reason, she deliberately avoided his gaze, faltered in response and hurried to another table.

Everyone's reaction is the same.

Girls are usually first attracted by his appearance. Once they find out that he has a pair of rare heterochromatic pupils, plus the cold light flashing in his eyes, they will quickly bow their heads or look away in fright.

Seijuro is used to the days when no one dares to look directly at him, so it saves unnecessary trouble.

The bitter-sweet taste of Opera is as usual, stimulating the taste buds that have not touched sweets for a long time.But Seijuro didn't want to enjoy the dessert, he just quietly waited for the woman's expression when she saw the note at the checkout.

Although the message on the paper was rude, Seijuro didn't think it was too polite to deal with a woman who pissed him off.

Even in the face of Jinjing, he maintained proper etiquette, because he knew how much his father hated her, and she would never get what he longed for.

But this woman was different. His subconscious told him that her secret was beyond his touch.

……

the other side--

After enjoying his lunch, Xunli planned to check out and leave.The waiter walked to her seat with an empty plate... No, it wasn't an empty plate, at least there was a small note folded in half on it.

"?"

"Some other customer has already paid for you." The waiter couldn't help but see the boy's face and commanding eyes in his mind, and cold sweat dripped from her forehead, "He also asked me to pass this to you."

Xunli took the note in a daze. The incident happened so suddenly that she forgot to think about it. Could it be an event held in the store?

She smoothed the crumpled note with her fingertips. On it, she was handsome but somewhat scribbled, and there was no signature——

"Think about your weight."

Her heart sank suddenly, she knew that she was being watched.The other party obviously knew her relationship with Masashi, even... her identity.

The first thought that came to mind was Kanai...impossible!She has immigrated overseas, which Yashi has specially emphasized to himself.But she couldn't think of any other possibility.

This sentence has become Jinjing's mantra. Are there other opponents besides her?

"Excuse me, who left this note!?"

"This..." The waiter looked puzzled. The boy didn't give any more instructions just now, but he definitely communicated in the form of a note in order to prevent the other party from discovering his existence. "Sorry, I can't tell."

Xun Li asked reluctantly, "But, but this is very important to me."

"Sorry, I really can't tell you casually." The waiter could only smile apologetically.The red-haired boy was sitting not far away, his gaze shot at her as if two X-rays almost penetrated her back.

Xunli was at a loss, she held the note tightly in her hand, but looked back and forth at every customer in the store.I estimated in my heart the possibility that the other party would still stay here.

The guests were either in pairs or students doing homework in front of the computer, and there was really no suspicious person.She sighed, realizing that she didn't want to stay any longer.Not even sweets could comfort her trembling heart.

She put on her coat and headed out, passing Seijuro's desk on the way.Staring at the phone screen, she didn't pay attention to the red-haired boy sitting in the corner, but the other party saw her profile clearly.

Seijuro's eyes are sharp, and he can clearly capture the details even in the dim light.

Her black hair was dyed, and the original hair color was flaxen, especially under the light.The eye color is not pure black, the bridge of the nose is high, the eyelashes are very long, and the skin is paler than that of Asians.

The mockery in Seijuro's heart deepened, and he couldn't stop the cold smile on his lips.

Not only is it a hobby, but even the appearance is surprisingly similar.

Father, are you looking for a substitute for your mother?

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel for mine =v=

I know you guys are anxious (you can look after it after fattening it up), but Seijuro will definitely struggle for a while, if the conflict is easily resolved, then what should I write next~

What if Xun Li knew that the red team thought he was a substitute?

What would Vulcan think if he knew that Xun Li was the mother of the red team?

If the red team finds out that their mother is not dead, will they dig the grave?

↑Afterwards, there will be more scenes where the jaw falls to the ground [Help the forehead]

PS Recently, I have read a lot of underworld articles... Poking my eyes

The end of the semester will start next week...I feel like I can't love anymore...I'm afraid the scholarship will be useless OTZ