Maki Office

I believe so.

Her eyes fell back to the ground, she lightly parted her lips and continued: "It's just... what I care about is that this kind of thing doesn't fit your role."

"Inside the curtain," he took a step forward, the narrow gap was too crowded for two adults, she took a step back and leaned against the cold wall.The woman looked up and saw his face close at hand, and he said to her, "Then what role do you think I should play, I'll show you, huh?"

His breath enveloped her, giving her the illusion of talking about love.

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☆, 7. One-way Responsibility<1>

His amber eyes stared at her through the lens, and the breath that shrouded him added a pink feeling to the night.She raised her head, the tip of her nose was less than ten centimeters from his face, her warm breath formed a sharp contrast with the cold wall behind her.

—— "Then what role do you think I should play, I'll show you, huh?"

She heard him say that.

What role is it?

Of course Zhenchi didn't know, if she knew, she wouldn't let the matter develop into what it is today.

In any case, Zhenchi, who was deprived of the initiative, raised her chest and pinched his chin in order to regain the posture she should have, and said: "Then I will not be polite, please try your best to act your IQ as well as possible." Lower."

It's nothing to be able to see through her, but it's so annoying to be able to see through her and let her know that she is seen through.

Irie was very understanding, took a step back in this small place, and asked, "May I pretend to be stupid?"

She glared at him: "Why did you say it!" Also, with such a pure expression... She wanted to whip him for no reason.

With a soft snort, the woman twisted her waist and walked out of the gap between the two buildings, and stopped a taxi on the side of the street: "Come back to pick up the car or something in two days, Wan Duo, go to the other side of the city to compare." Oh safe."

She only ran for three or four blocks, and she would be found sooner or later if she stayed here.

As soon as he got into the car, he heard her say to the driver, "Just go around the city center."Although thinking about it carefully, this is a good anti-reconnaissance method, but for the calmness of this woman who doesn't come home at night - well, he doesn't want to complain, and even gave up the slander.

Then, he who had already started to feel drowsy said softly, "Makuuchi, how about... I'll take you home?"

"..." Zhenchi said that this is unscientific =口=!

In terms of logic and situation, what he said is understandable and gentlemanly, but...

She has no home.

The real estate in this city may have been targeted by others. During the day, she rarely even went to the office. At night, she either mingled in sensual places or stayed in many hotels.

There's nowhere to go back, and can't even make up a plausible-sounding location.

Seeing her silence, Irie didn't ask, but invited instead: "Then go to my house."

"..." Zhenchi once again expressed that this is unscientific =口=! ! !

But when she realized it, the man sitting next to her had already spoken an address skillfully to the driver, with his hands folded on his shoulders and his face innocent: "Didn't you keep saying that you wanted to go to my house just now?"

"..."

That was before the "accident" happened!The core of this dangerous vortex is her, and he will only pull himself into it completely and never come out again.

Zhenchi wanted to refuse, but she couldn't tell a lie after she refused - she couldn't explain to him the truth about their being chased by the underworld.

After thinking about it for a while, she silently let out a sigh of relief, thinking that this is also good.At least, she can ensure that he gets home safely, and what happens after that... is the responsibility of the security guards in his residential area.

After making such a decision, she pulled a smirk: "Okay, Kando, I'm going to your house for a drink."

Irie: "..."

The road was unimpeded late at night, and the car stopped in front of a residential area after more than 20 minutes.The two get out of the car.By the way, I would like to remind readers, please don't care about the details of who pays the fare→_→.

I don't know if it's because of the coolness of the spring night wind or something, but Zhenchi stood where he was and frowned.Under the moonlight, the bushes in the green belt rustled.

The unit door here must be swiped to enter, and the camera lens in the elevator is running normally. The woman who followed him all the way to observe said that it is not at ease.We could hear the faint sound of electric current from the lights in the corridor in the middle of the night, and the dim light made his back look like the warm sun in the evening.

He lives in a single apartment on the third floor (by visual inspection) of more than [-] square meters, with a balcony facing south to the courtyard in front of the building.

The room was tidy, and it must be relatively easy to find things in the future.

She took a deep breath, recited the address and house number of his house in her mind, and then raised the etiquette that visitors should have: "Then, don't bother me... we will meet again some other day."

Standing in the entrance, Zhenchi turned around and wanted to open the door... but he held the door down.

- F**k!Irie Kanata, what the hell are you thinking?

But before she got angry and really scolded, his next question made her shiver.

He asked, "Just now that person said...'heroin♂heroin'?"

Although there is a question mark, it is undoubtedly an affirmative sentence.

Zhenchi silently pressed his forehead against the door panel, lying on it with his whole body, withering at a visible speed. After a long time, he whispered: "...you heard wrong."

"Well, I guess I got it wrong." Irie didn't seem to care about her obvious lie, and just added another knife, "Then, let's talk about why we were chased?"

He was standing right behind her, holding the door with one hand to block her way.The pressure of words made her unable to move her mind.

Obviously without a questioning tone, his words sounded as natural as "what's for dinner".

……

This silence, where only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard, began to force her to breathe heavily.

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☆, 7. One-way Responsibility<2>

……

This silence, where only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard, began to force her to breathe heavily.

"Zanta," she finally said, with an unsteady tone, "That... I did have something to do with the underworld when I was young, so I'm really sorry for involving you today." Zhen Chi can't remember clearly When was the last time you apologized?But she didn't know what to say besides this at this time.After a pause, he took a deep breath and continued, "I'm sorry, this kind of thing will never happen again."

She will not appear in front of him again.

Go to his heroin, go to his intimidation, go to his money, go to his brother... She is just a mere woman who lost her life, she wants nothing.

Only in exchange for his safety.

This thing matters more than anything else.It turns out... the cause also lies with her: five years ago, the result of a fever in the head.

Regardless of his pressing on the door, Zhenchi insisted on screwing the handle, and continued: "Then, goodbye."

The meaning of farewell, which was well hidden, was finally exposed by the slight shortness of breath.

Instead, he lowered his arms, took a step back to leave a space for her to ask for oxygen normally, put his hands on his shoulders, and suggested slowly: "According to what you said, wouldn't it be very convenient for you to go out alone at this time?" Danger?"

——!

The woman's body trembled almost imperceptibly, then clicked her tongue lowly, turned around, and shouted to him at the top of her voice:

"This has nothing to do with you!"

What does it have to do with him?What situation she is in, whether she is dangerous or not, what she thinks late at night, all these have nothing to do with him!

This woman, who was always coquettish and charming, was biting her lower lip in a distressed look at this moment, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes staring at him.

His glasses reflected her ugly expression.She saw that the corners of his upturned mouth slowly lowered, and his face gradually became serious—as if he should treat a woman like her seriously—this made her even more agitated.Zhen Chi clenched his fists and tried to make his tone less aggressive: "It's better to put away your meaningless concern earlier, don't be in such a strange place, Holy Mother! You have no responsibility to control me!"

Then, the man's answer scared her silly.

He frowned slightly, and lowered his voice slightly: "No, I am responsible."

Just after he finished speaking, she taunted reflexively: "Huh? What does this have to do with you..."

But she didn't say a few words, and she couldn't say anything.

Because, his expression was so serious that he didn't seem to allow a trace of doubt, and his dark eyes were staring at her, shooting her through.

After the brain was disconnected for a short time, Zhenchi's IQ finally surfaced, but the same question was repeated over and over again-do you have a fart responsibility? !Are we really living in the same world line? !

Realizing the embarrassment of the scene, he touched the tip of his nose, turned his head away, and explained in a low voice, probably with a little bit of embarrassment, "I... just kidding."

Machi: Your uncle's...==.

With a snort in his nasal cavity, Zhen Chi glared at him with "you mentally ill", then he opened the door and left here, and when he closed the door, he slammed the door so loudly that there was an echo in the corridor.

However, only she knew that after the door was closed, her whole body softened all of a sudden, and she leaned against the corridor for a long, long time.

...that moment.

At that moment just now, like magic, she really believed his words.With that look, that tone, and that kind of words, it was as if there really was such a guy who was willing to take responsibility for her.

"Oh, what are you kidding..." With a wry smile, she stood up straight again and walked towards the elevator, "Obviously... I should be responsible for you..."

Walking out of the building, the night wind pierced through her thin skirt, condensed on her skin, and the chill went straight to her heart.

Stepping on the floor tiles with high heels, Machi Fujimoto stopped after walking a dozen steps.The white dress had a slightly desolate feeling in the night.

She raised her head, her eyes fell on the starry sky, but she blurted out the words to a living creature not far away: "Brother, isn't it hard to squat there?"

In the courtyard of the residential area, there was a rustling sound from a section of bushes, and three men walked out of it a few tens of seconds later.

When she and he came here, no one followed them all the way.And when she got out of the car, she had already noticed that there was someone hiding here.Then the result is easy to infer. When she went to find him, someone already knew the name "Irie Sota" and found out the address.

Zhenchi pulled out a fake smile, stretched out his hand to pull the broken hair on the side of his face behind his ears, blinked his eyes, and said in a daze: "Oh, this is really... I thought there was only one person...Look, the look in his eyes is really creepy." It's getting worse...it must be because I've taken too many drugs recently..."

"Stop talking nonsense, Maca." The man in the lead spat, "The boss told me to wait here after you ran away, and I really made me wait."

"So? If I hadn't appeared with him just now, you would have done it long ago?" She, who is familiar with the rules of the underground world, sneered.

With a playful laugh deep in his throat, he pushed his sunglasses: "I thought you would bring something out, but you turned out to be that kind of disobedient woman, but... it's good for a woman to be naughty..."

"Ah, what a nuisance! Brother, what are you talking about!" Suddenly exclaimed, she nodded her red lips with one hand, leaned over to deliberately reveal the gully on her chest, and said coquettishly, "How could there be a What do you want? Compared with that, it is more reliable to follow me now..."

His previous interest in her turned into disgust, he frowned and said, "Don't try to change the subject, your abnormality today can't be fooled by your face."

Tsk tsk, Zhenchi restrained herself, and said calmly with one hand on her hip, "Because, I love him." Looking at the petrified opponent, she giggled, and continued to add, "Before doing big things, with the one you love Men have a wonderful day together (啪啪啪 [wrong]), as for making you neurotic like this?"

Since the author is in the middle of three dimensions, the update will be stopped next week, and we will see you in early July!

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☆、8、Gift of the past

Under the night sky, she spoke her confession in an unhurried manner, her expression was so calm that no wave of emotion could be seen.At the most unlikely moment, he gave the most nonsensical answer: "Because, I love him." Then, after hearing the petrification, he smiled happily and added, "Before doing big things, with deep love Have a great day with the men you have (啪啪啪 [wrong]), as for making you neurotic like this?"

In the words of the game, it is probably necessary to replenish the magic before the battle.

Smiling ambiguously, Machi tried to cleverly separate the relationship between him and her with this layer of unclear mist.

However, it failed.

The man on the opposite side reacted after a few seconds of petrification, and snorted coldly: "Love? It's too ironic for the word to come out of Maca, isn't it?"

"Tsk tsk, for a woman like you, you can say 'I love you' as soon as you open your mouth... No, maybe you can do other things..." Sticking to a few weird ridicules, the other person even blew a whistle at the end of the sentence .

The woman clenched her fist, and then slowly opened her hands.Instead of being irritated, he acquiesced to their words, and pulled out a fake smile that could not be seen.

"Really, I was discovered..." Her beautifully sculpted eyebrows raised slightly, and she continued the topic smoothly, "How about we go to open a ♂ room now?"

"Aside from selling your own body♂, don't you have any other way to change the subject, Maca?" Stopping the younger brother who was eager to try, the leading man asked back with a look of disdain.

The moonlight stretched their shadows so long that it seemed that the ends that could continue to extend were dyed with the cold of another season.

■■■KanataIrie×MaakaFijimoto_______________________________

____________________Be Always Making the Worst Determination■■■

As a resultist through and through, Irie Kanata seldom assumes what has already happened, not to mention that this "already" has spanned at least ten years.

Well, originally he wouldn't be bored enough to recall those sporadic things that could be called "trivial things".However, the heroines of these "scattered" memories danced so hard in the past two days that they disturbed his life ups and downs (x?), and he had to reinterpret the development of the whole incident logically.

...perhaps thanks to the fact that she and him had so few encounters that they could be counted on one hand, the simple answer came quickly.

He walked to the study room, opened the small wooden box in the drawer, and inside lay a slightly faded royal guard.The word "Bi Sheng" is embroidered on the red silk cloth. Due to the wear and tear of time, there are two slightly open lines on the edge of the word.

The substantive material contact between the two is the same after all.Well, obviously...

- dong dong dong!

A sound comparable to fireworks interrupted his train of thought.

He could also vaguely hear the woman outside his own house banging on his door, shouting, "Zan Duo! Can you hear me? Don't sleep, open the door!!!"

Irie: "..."

Look, human society is so wonderful.

Casually putting the shou shou into his trouser pocket, he walked to the door and twisted the handle, but before he complained about "I'm not asleep yet", following the inertia, the woman named Zhenchi rushed over.

Looking at her messy hair, dirty face and clothes torn into several pieces, the words on his lips immediately became: "Are you rolling in the mud, Makuuchi?"

Fortunately, Zhenchi, whose eye makeup has not been worn off, glared at him, and suddenly realized something in the next second, and turned around to push the door, but it was a step too late——

An arm came in through the crack of the door, and the stranger outside pushed it open against the door.

"Damn!" Zhen Chi had almost her entire upper body stuck to the door panel, trying to push it shut with all her strength. After all, there were three grown men on the opposite side. The thin muscles on her bones were tense, but the high-heeled shoes The soles of the shoes were still receding and rubbed against the ground, making a harsh rattling sound. After cursing, he turned to Iriedo, "Kanta, you retreat first... This is the third floor, right? It should be no problem to jump down... Their target is you, I can go first—fuckfuckf**k! F**k! You [beep——] ahhh!!!”

After all, she was still no match for them. The door was knocked open, and Irie quickly supported her who was about to fall badly again... Hey, why is the word "you" used here?

After the three strange men came in, the leader snorted coldly and said "Search", and the two rushed in together and began to rummage through the boxes. The sound of things being thrown on the ground was endless.

This made Zhenchi completely furious: "How many times do you [beep——] want me to [beep——] say it! What you are looking for has nothing to do with Kando! [Beep——] Did you hear that! Do this again I [beep——] just... hey Irie Kanata, let me go!"

With black lines all over his face, he pulled the woman back into his arms who was about to rush out to head-on to death—no, it should be said that it took a lot of strength (only used on the court) to hold her down here, and Irie The corner of her mouth twitched, and she asked softly in her ear: "Why are you so strong?"

"I want you to care!" She glared at him, turned her head suddenly and almost hit his chin, "You are! This is your home, hello! Why are you putting on such a calm expression!"

He laughed softly, raised his head in the sight of "Fuck you, deep well ice" on her face, and asked the man standing opposite with an unfriendly expression, "May I ask you one thing?"

Zhen Chi snorted, turned her head and leaned against his chest, completely ignoring him: Since the person who was "ransacked" is so calm, why is she in a hurry?

The author has something to say: Gentlemen, by the time you see this update, I may already be on my way through the Gobi and desert.

This is not an instant trip, but a well-planned trip on the Silk Road.

I'm not sure if there's internet along the way, but I've decided to take my computer with me, so I'll try to update when I do.

Don't complain that I didn't save the manuscript, souls qwq!

The accounts of various networks have been entrusted to friends, and she will help update and publish the only few manuscripts saved.

- above, many, 20140629.

☆, 8, Gift of the past<2>

He laughed softly, raised his head in the sight of "Fuck you, deep well ice" on her face, and asked the man standing opposite with an unfriendly expression, "May I ask you one thing?"

Zhen Chi snorted, turned her head and leaned against his chest, completely ignoring him: Since the person who was "ransacked" is so calm, why is she in a hurry?

"If you want to know anything, just ask. If Miss Maca didn't insist on going her own way, we don't intend to disturb you. Please forgive me."

Pressing hard on Machi who was about to explode again, Irie smiled and asked, "Where is that, you are being polite. What I want to know is... what are you looking for? Maybe I can help. "

Zhenchi covered his face: "..."

The man took off his sunglasses and looked at him suspiciously with triangular eyes.

After a long time, I slowly opened my mouth: "Fifty kilograms of heroin♂♂, if you know it, don't hide it, it's also for your personal safety."

Before he finished speaking—it seemed that the word "♂heroin♂" just blurted out, Irie felt the woman in front of him froze, and cursed in an unprecedented low voice, "Talking too much".

"Hey... so there is such a thing..." The logic of the whole incident gradually became clear, and his eyes fell on the nape of her neck exposed in the hair through the lens, and there was an anonymous question between the sentences, " Right, Makuuchi?"

The woman's shoulders trembled, and a deep voice came out from between the fingers covering her face: "Let's change the subject, play more, for example, sex ♀ bed♀?"

He reached out and pressed the top of her head: "Don't make trouble."

At this time, the other two men who had turned his house into a mess came over and reported to the leader that nothing was found.

No one spoke for more than ten seconds, and the atmosphere in the space became a little delicate.

The man put on the sunglasses he had taken off and put on a strange expression: "Maka, do you think this is our mistake in judgment? Or are you hiding too deeply?"

She put down her hands covering her face, her face of disdain and makeup were very inconsistent, she stood up straight and said slowly: "That's why I said, why did you guys from the mental hospital give up treatment!"

"You woman!" Another younger man raised his fist, but was stopped by the leader.

"Ah, it seems that we can only take you away first and then 'talk' slowly, Maca, don't make it difficult for us." He pushed his sunglasses, and said the word "talk" very emphatically, as if with There is a threat.

But she didn't feel the slightest sense of crisis. She blinked her eyes and twisted the ring with crystals on the middle finger of her right hand with the fingers of her left hand: "Can you say it suits me?"

However, just when she was about to take a step, a force held her in her arms, and the aura that had been lingering around her today became stronger.

On the surface, Irie Kanata, who had been kept out of the matter, suddenly intervened in their conversation: "I'm sorry, but if you take a woman from my house, at least you should ask the head of the household for his opinion."

He put his strong arms around her shoulders, provoking her with curved eyebrows.

At that moment, he read her inner thoughts in an instant: the female representative raised the corners of her mouth in relief, her eyes were worried about changing her perspective, and her hands couldn't stay still because of nervousness.In fact, her ease of use only stays on the superficial surface, and the deep sense of crisis in her nerves may be much greater than she herself thought.

So, out of some kind of "compassion" that couldn't be scrutinized, he couldn't let her bypass him to take this risk.What's more, she was getting involved in a potentially life-threatening situation in front of him—and her purpose was just to help him draw a line between him and her.

Machi's head went blank, unable to digest the words he spat in her ear.I just heard him speak again and add, "At this time, rather than calling the police, I think it would be more useful to call the troublesome reporter." Then, the guys on the opposite side cursed a few times as if they had been stabbed fatally. ——not forgetting to stare at her a few times——slammed the door of his house hard.

It may have a psychological effect, she felt that the unusually deafening sound produced a rumbling echo on the eardrum, which helped her thoroughly digest and analyze his words in a short time: What does he mean by this?Obviously she can solve it by herself, but why does he involve himself? !

Then... oh, please forgive her for her rare uncontrollable temper, she turned around and slapped him with a backhand.

——Unfortunately, it was not marked.

He took a step back, and her right arm was bye...bye...bye...bye....

This is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Ms. Fujimoto Machi, who has lived for nearly 27 years, said that she has never sent such a boring fire.And Mr. Irie Sota, who has also lived for nearly 27 years, said that he has never used his sports cells for such boring things.

Because, she started beating him (…).It's just that it didn't hit a punch (...).

Turning over the sofa, she didn't see the curtains and magazines that had been messed up just now. She slipped on her high-heeled shoes and fell firmly on the ground.

The bridge of her nose is crooked, what should I do! ! !

Quite a cartoon effect, Zhen Chi lay on the ground speechless with two wide tears hanging down.

"Makuuchi," Irie squatted beside her, "You didn't—wait! Hey..."

The sky has eyes, he didn't want to tease her this time, he really just cared, but, who can tell him what's wrong with the script? !

A beautiful counterattack, the woman dragged him to the ground, then turned over and sat on his waist.

Zhen Chi, who was still covering the bridge of her nose with one hand, looked down at him, looking funny and sexy, like the top girl in the red-light district ♂.

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☆, 9, Conflict of temptation

The time is 47:21:[-] midnight.

The nightlife in this city may have just reached its climax, but for most residential areas, it is the quietest moment.

The noise of smashing and smashing in this apartment obviously alarmed several [deleted] troubled[/deleted] enthusiastic √neighbors who had already fallen asleep.After everything quieted down now, a middle-aged woman took the lead in knocking on the door a few times and asked:

"Irie, what happened?"

Yes, in the sharp eyes of the general public, this single young man who lives in 0305 is absolutely of good character, abides by laws and regulations, has no bad habits, and everyone loves flowers and sees flowers blooming. Is there something strange mixed in? !

Cough, in short, even if the girl next door's boyfriend's ex-boyfriend's sister in another boat in the whole building has something to do with the underworld, it will never be him.

So, when she heard a woman's disgusting voice coming from inside the room (PS. "Don't pay attention to the outside, Zao Duojun~"), her whole body was petrified and crumbled into slag, and then she got up to talk to her crush. The classmate of the daughter of the aunt of the neighbor's cousin: The classmate of the daughter of the aunt of the neighbor: The woman who took the tennis to take a woman returned to the night, and it was not a good thing and the underworld had noisy the whole layer.

Besides, Zhenchi is a woman who has the ability to mess up other people's feelings.

As for which "yellow" this "yellow" is, it depends on which side you look at it from.

Because, Machi, who was sitting on Irie's body at this time, was still smiling cunningly, even though he was covering his painful nose with one hand.Irie Kanata lay flat on the floor and didn't want to see her face at all - plus the shaky false eyelashes, of course, he didn't want to see her body either.

Before entering the door for the second time, Machi had obviously had a fight with them, so that when she just jumped in, he would complain that she rolled in the mud.Her hair is messy, and the white dress is not only stained, but also has a few big holes torn. Looking up from his current angle, he can almost see the firm belly and the breasts wrapped tightly in the lace underwear. no more.But this woman didn't know whether she was unconscious or showing it on purpose, she didn't care about the current situation and posture at all.

Coughing lightly, he turned his eyes away and said, "Well... the man behind the curtain, you get up first."

"Hey~~~~~" Just one syllable turned a few turns, she squinted her eyes and asked, "Why?"

She tightened her knees on both sides of his abdomen and straightened her chest, leaving only one sentence in Irie's mind: She did it on purpose.

"Ah... Speaking of the reason," after a pause, Mr. Irie Kanata blinked his eyes, and then raised his volume slightly, "Because...it's embarrassing!"

"Σ(дlll)!" Who the hell is this? !

His cheeks were flushed, and his dark eyes, which looked away from behind the lenses, even had a few traces of moisture.From her top-down angle, you can just see the collarbone exposed from the neckline.

——Is this who? Did the role play the wrong role?So she is from the pure love department? Then she shouldn't act like this!

--but!So cute woo woo woo...

The hand that was just covering the sore bridge of the nose instantly turned into a posture of pinching the nose to prevent nosebleeds from flowing down. Zhenchi's brain froze for a long time and didn't know what to do next.

So, to a certain extent, Ms. Fujimoto Machi, you are really too naive.

He chuckled, bringing her back to consciousness.

"Of course I'm joking, and your makeup is off."—she heard him say that clearly.

For the time being, it doesn't matter whether she was cheated by him after all, because the highlight of the whole paragraph seems to be in the second half of the sentence.

"Don't underestimate me, will I believe the same lie a second time?" She raised her chin and regained her vitality instantly when she mentioned her face.

Irie looked helpless: "What I said is true, behind the scenes."

"Who would believe it—wow!"

Before she could finish the second word, she felt a slight pain in the eyelid of her right eye, so she closed her eyes reflexively.But when she opened it again, what she saw was his...false eyelashes pinching her between his fingers.

"Oh, your eyes look smaller when you take them off." He smiled harmlessly.

Suppressing the anger that was about to explode, Machi also giggled: "Kanata, did I ever say that you are actually annoying?"

Although she can pretend to be gentle or virtuous and dignified or enthusiastic in various circumstances, she is by no means a good-natured person.But at this moment, the man under him chose to continue adding fuel to the fire——

He didn't change his face, and said in a tone as if nothing had happened: "Muuchi, you can talk about it later."

But before she could say the next sentence, "Come down, you [beep——]", she felt her slender waist being held by two hands, and then her whole body was pulled down.Oh, please allow her to use the verb "dial" - he put her on the floor next to her.Under Zhenchi's knees are the curtains that were torn off by those people that caused her to fall, and the magazines that were thrown by those people that caused her to trip over.

"Wait a minute, I'll find you a coat." As he said so, he got up and walked towards the inner room.

...Since you have enough strength to get rid of her, why do you politely ask for your wishes?

Looking at his back, this illogical question appeared in her mind.Then he raised his hand sullenly and pulled off the false eyelashes on his other eye, in case the big and small eyes were too ugly; he picked up a tennis magazine scattered at hand and flipped through it.

This magazine is quite old, and it can be easily judged by the rolled-up margins without looking at the issue number and date on the cover.She saw an interview about him in the column of the magazine.According to the title and tone above, it seems to be the experience impression and gossip after a certain game.

But that's not the point, the point she's focused on is... the fuzzy red in the corner of the photo.It was almost impossible to read the writing on it due to the superb focusing skills of the photographer, but she thought she would not be mistaken, the one he tied to the zipper of the tennis bag was...

The victory guard she sent back then is also the root cause of his involvement now.

What an idiot... What a woman like her gave out, she actually kept it seriously, at least she kept it seriously.Obviously just throwing it away is enough, but it is still hanging outside, leaving such straightforward evidence for people.Her dark brown eyes turned, and she saw the text next to the photo:

"Ah, it's probably thanks to a certain old friend. I always have the guard she gave me."

Fortune.

Bless you sister——!Come, let me teach you how to pronounce this word: disaster, サ(sa)イ(i).

Machi sat, although she was separated from the floor by a layer of curtains, she felt a little cold.This kind of cold is not the kind that comes from the body and mind when he is in contact with his brother, but... It seems to come from the surrounding air, suppressing the cold that penetrated into the skin.

Shaking his body slightly, some kind of emotion close to remorse approached the critical point.She even began to feel that after the accident in the Fujimoto family, she shouldn't meet him again, this former neighbor who made her remember his name, this person under the sunset who gave her a little memory of those days. teenager.

"What are you looking at?" He put a sports coat on her shoulders, squatted beside her and asked softly.

his voice is in her