[Comprehensive] It's not that there is a problem with the way I make friends

Yagyu Hiroshi considers himself a gentleman who has been strict with himself all the year round, and his integrity has always been on the line.

So, no matter how that guy called Nioh Masaharu swaggers in front of him, he can still insist on not leaving the current club, and run to tennis that can't be touched and sweats all over.

While that guy's tricks of cross-dressing are hilarious...

Of course, as a gentleman, there's nothing wrong with being curious, isn't there?After all, the well-known detective Sherlock Holmes also has indistinguishable cross-dressing skills, and has played a key role in his case-solving process many times.

Who can say that Holmes is not a gentleman?

So, working on this little trick with that guy definitely doesn't violate the principles of a gentleman.

Yagyu Hiroshi stuffed the almost real fake fur into his schoolbag solemnly.

He didn't believe it anymore, as a gentleman, he would never lose even in cross-dressing!

He nodded his head to Genichiro Sanada, who was on duty today, and greeted him. He was always serious and careful, and his uniforms were issued in perfect condition. Naturally, no one stopped him, and he entered the school smoothly.

Then I found out in horror that today that guy didn't play the guessing game of cross-dressing, but was reading a book in his original appearance.

Seeing him coming, he smiled and waved the book in his hand as a greeting.

Yagyu Hiroshi reflexively looked up at the sky, and the sun was shining right above his head.

"..."

That Nioh Masaharu who hates sunbathing, enjoys cheating, has good grades but never touches books outside of class?

I'm afraid I ate something bad?

Suspected of food poisoning so that his brain is not normal, Masaharu Nioh, who has blue and white hair and a small braid behind his head, leaned over with his back bent, holding the book in his hand and smiling.

"Morning ~ partner."

"It's not your partner, thank you."

"Sooner or later it will be."

"..."

After the daily dialogue between the two couplets, Hiroshi Yagyu finally believed that the white hair in front of him hadn't been dropped by someone, maybe it was just a daily convulsion?

His eyes fell on Nioh Masaharu's hand, so, what book can Nioh Masaharu hold in his hand...

"How about walking at night? I remember you said you don't like reasoning?"

Pushing his glasses, Yagyu looked suspiciously at Masaharu Nioh who didn't know what he was up to, he had given him relief before.It's a pity that even though the other party seemed to hope that he could join the tennis club, they still refused.

Liu Sheng once doubted his sincerity.

"I didn't want to watch it at first." Nioh Masaharu covered his mouth and laughed, in Yagyu's eyes, he looked like a fox who stole a chicken.He flipped open the first page of the book, pointed at the author's autographed blessing, and said in a low voice.

"Look what I found!"

Isn't it the author's signature? He also has it!

Liu Sheng glanced over it casually, and then his eyes fell on the top title and couldn't get it out.

Ordinary authors would not casually call an ordinary reader's name, but also clearly and straightforwardly write the word "friend"?

After carefully reading the word 'Jingshi' again, Liu Sheng said calmly.

"...Is it okay for you to steal your minister's things like this?"

He was a little skeptical if this was another plot by the guy in front of him to try to get him to change clubs.

However, this handwriting...

It is not as good as the release of Night Walk, only the first edition of the upper part has carried out the activity of selling signed books.Later, even if the next one was sold, the readers screamed, but Teacher Liushen still didn't let them get what they wanted.

Listening to the revelations from people in the industry on the Internet, one of the reasons for the resignation of the responsible editor of Teacher Liushen is.

Moreover, it is said that Teacher Liushen is still a junior high school student, which has been certified by many famous people in the world.It seems that at the last Edogawa Ranpo Awards ceremony, they witnessed this with their own eyes.

I heard that he is still a powerful young master in his family.Otherwise, not a single photo was leaked.Remember that when interviewing about the next step plan, the other party also avoided this question.

In other words, the first book caused an uproar and swept the sales charts and awards. It is hard to say whether Teacher Liushen has any writing-related plans for the next step.

How the fans of Teacher Liushen are crying, Yagyu only needs to go to the reasoning fan website to know.The teacher's autograph, because the quantity is scarce, the price is constantly being refurbished.

The main thing is that there is no market for the price.

Liu Sheng was lucky at first, and won the lottery when he bought the second copy, so, looking at the title page directly in front of his eyes, he really couldn't go against his conscience and say that it was someone else's imitated handwriting.

Master Liushen's handwriting can be imitated by professional calligraphy training, but the charm contained in it cannot be imitated.

So, Teacher Liushen is really Yukimura Seiichi's good friend in real life? !

Yagyu Hiroshi pushed his glasses, deeply feeling that he was frightened.

There is also an inexplicable eagerness to move.

No, as a gentleman, he should cover his integrity.

But that is Teacher Liushen, alive!Teacher Liushen who can speak and communicate!

Struggling for a while.

Nioh Masaharu let out a hey hey, flipped through the books in his hand, and took out a picture of a character standing as a bookmark.Nioh didn't know it, but Yagyu knew that it was the only accessory that was given away immediately when the next part was released.

The lottery rate was lower than that of the upper part, even though he was always lucky, he couldn't get one.

Felt the blow again.

"Who let him put it away so preciously? I'm curious. Just put it back for him later."

The words are said so lightly, but Nio's subordinates are still very careful in their actions.

Just use it to tempt your future partner, in case it really messes up...

Nioh couldn't help shivering, he would rather face Sanada's iron fist than face an irritated Yukimura Seichi.

Not far from the tennis club, I looked through my commuter bag and found that the one that was specially placed in the bag was gone. While I was pleased with Nioh Masaharu's mobility and the fact that the tennis club would join powerful members in the future, it did not hinder Seiichi Yukimura. So tell Liu Lianer.

"I think Nioh's training volume and daily intake of nutrients are not enough, what do you think?"

Liu Lianji, who was writing something with a pen in her hand, looked at Yukimura Seiichi's bag inadvertently, and said calmly.

"The amount of training has increased... But you are right, since the nutrition can be increased, the consumption should also be increased accordingly. I will find a way to keep him in check and prevent him from continuing to be picky eaters."

"That's good."

The upright Sanada Genichiro seemed to have settled another member's doomed miserable life in the future without hearing the other two talking and laughing. His eyes under the brim of his hat were fixed on Yukimura Seiichi's mobile phone screen.

Yukimura, who was a little shy, moved the phone away, and then found that the other party's eyeballs were also deviated.

Yukimura: "..."

Moving to the right again, the black and white eyeballs of the deputy minister also turned to the right.

Yukimura Seiichi was silent for a while, he didn't control his hand, and couldn't help but made a quick return.

So, Sanada's eyeballs ran back and forth together.

Liu Lian Er, who seemed to know nothing with her eyes closed: "..."

Forget it, he doesn't know anything.

He didn't want to fall into the Shura field, although he was very curious, but still left with a desire to survive.

Well, let Marui Bunta come and ask later.

For stupid little animals, Yukimura still loves them...?

Behind Liu Lian Er leaving.

Sanada Genichiro, who finally reacted to Yukimura's 'pi', lowered the brim of his hat helplessly facing his friend's smiling face.

It's not the first time, just get used to it.

only……

"Is there anything you care about?"

Yukimura himself carefully looked at the group photo on the phone screen, and after clicking to enlarge it, he noticed more than half of the blade on Tsukimi's knee.

"Are you looking at this knife?"

After much deliberation, this is the only possibility.

"The blade of this sword looks familiar." Sanada, who has practiced kendo since he was a child, is a little hesitant about the famous swords that are now familiar to him.

He took out his mobile phone, pulled out a picture from a specially created gallery, and handed it to Yukimura Seiichi.

"Look, isn't it a bit similar?"

No, it's exactly the same.

After seeing it, Yukimura judged so instantly, but.

"It should be imitation. Didn't you say that there is such an industry?"

"……Right."

Probably no one would have thought that compared to the knife that has been traced all the time and is now preserved in the museum, the one in Yue Jian's hand is the real one.After Sanada and Yukimura mentioned such a sentence, they didn't think much about it.

He has no interest in counterfeiting, otherwise he would not be able to customize a few for himself and keep them at home.

On the contrary, after Yukimura fooled his friend with a fake sentence, he touched his phone and sent a message to Yue Jian with a smile.

"What's the name of your knife?"

"Press and cut the long valley."

Tsukimi, who received the message, read a sentence softly in his mouth while replying to Yukimura Seiichi.

[...Who is calling my name. 】

In the darkness, an unheard voice sounded softly.

As if waking up from a long slumber, the faint voice was as thin as a mosquito, not as loud as that existence thought.

【name?Me, who am I? 】

Even the consciousness that just woke up is still a little unclear.

Tsukimi, who was reading a book, suddenly lowered his head and glanced at the sword on his knee.

After thinking about it, he stretched out a free hand and gently covered the knife.

Unlike at school, Tsukimi at home relaxed and removed the scabbard, revealing the sharp and bright blade directly in front of everyone.

Yuejian's slender and white hands seemed never to have thought that she might be scratched by the blade, she rested on it without any hesitation, and brushed gently over and over again.

【Yes, I'm Yaki Hasebe, I remember it...】

Oda, Kuroda, they all left.

In the end, he was the only one left.

【Fragile humans...】

He no longer wants to serve humans...

He just fell into a deep sleep.

Occasionally woke up a few times during the period, he seemed to have traveled to many places, changing collectors one after another.

Either it was placed in a dark warehouse, or it was used as a show-off for people to watch.

But no one has ever cherished him as much as now.

This... is cherished?

【So warm...】

【So warm...】

【So warm...】

The temperature from humans that has not been touched for hundreds of years.

【Don't leave again...】

I don't know what impulsive drive caused Yue Jian, who had already stopped the transmission of spiritual power, to start the process again.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the humming and trembling blade amidst the spiritual power that was so thick that it almost condensed into a substantive light.

"What's wrong? Is the spiritual power too high?"

As soon as the words fell, the knife shook violently twice, and it was unclear whether it was an expression of agreement or rejection.

Trying to reduce the input of spiritual power, Hasebe immediately shook unhappily.As soon as Yue Jian recovered, he also calmed down.

Hmm... It's like raising a small animal.

"Looks like I have a knife that can communicate with people."

He chuckled and said, seeing that the knife on his knee no longer responded, he continued to look at the book in his hand.

Probably, this is the surprise Aizen-san said?

These are all homework assigned to him by the professor of psychology. The old professor strictly adheres to the American liberal education style, and how much he can learn depends entirely on the students' own efforts.Of course, his superb explanations and answering questions still have the advantages of one-on-one family teaching mode.

However, at present, the old professor is still very satisfied with Yue Jian, a transnational student.

This can be seen from the quantity and quality of homework he left for Yue Jian after each class.

Some time ago, Yuejian even had to compress the time for shooting practice because of these homework.

Then at a glance, he was discovered by Brother Zhen who had finally found time to come back, and came to a long-lost "fighting guidance".

After reading the predetermined chapters, I made my handwriting.Yuejian put down her books and was going to a shooting club that she hadn't been to for a while.

Maybe his credit value in the eyes of Brother Zhen has dropped to a negative number, but he thinks that if he works hard, he can probably save it?

At least, the right to not have surveillance cameras installed in the bedroom can be reserved.

Although, from childhood to adulthood, brother Zhen's access to his bedroom is the same as his own room, basically unimpeded as if no one was in the realm.

It really doesn't matter if you dress it up or not.

When he was young, the two of them often slept under the same quilt, so there was really nothing to avoid.

Originally, he wanted to keep the press-cut Hasebe at home, but now, Yue Jian digs out a commuter bag that he used to participate in the bowdo competition, and puts the knife in it.

According to his instructions, the uncle driver was already waiting at the gate of Zhaoqiao House.

The driver is the driver of Akashi's family, and Yue Jian has always been the car of his little friend's family because of the reason of dropping by in the past, so there is no need to care about this between the two of them.

However, as he spends more time traveling alone in the future, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to bother the driver uncle like this all the time.

On this point, Yuejian has already talked to Grandpa's personal assistant, and after a while, a driver will be arranged from the old house.

In terms of vehicles, although few people have entered or left the garage of Zhaoqiao House these years despite the production of gin, in fact, there are only a lot of famous cars in it.

They were all collected by the Zhaoqiao couple during their lifetime.When the couple passed away, the cars inside were decided by Tsukimi and presented to Akihiko and Uncle Sakaki.Still, there's not much left in the garage right now.

Apart from being taken care of and maintained by professionals every once in a while, these vehicles basically only end up eating ashes in the garage.

"Brother Xin is almost at the age where he can take the driver's license test. When will he choose the one he likes and drive away?"

Yuejian also doesn't have any special preference for vehicles, nor does she have any interest in driving by herself.Of course, he still has this technology, needless to say the source, it is brother Zhen.

In contrast, he still prefers to sit in the car, either to deal with his own affairs quietly, or to simply let his mind go for a while.

"However, I always feel that I have learned a lot of skills with Brother Zhen!"

Thinking about the life of the past few years, Yuejian suddenly chuckled.He always felt that if possible, Brother Zhen would bring the helicopter over and let him learn to drive it too.

【...Who is Brother Zhen? 】

Hasebe, who had been paying attention to the outside world without falling into a deep sleep, couldn't help asking.

Although, he also knew that the other party could not hear him.

It was true that he couldn't hear his voice, but he was sensitively aware of the buzzing of the knife around him, and Yue Jian skillfully stretched his hand in to comfort him.

Is it about the same level as smoothing the fur of a fried animal?Therefore, even though the blade is cold and not hairy, Yue Jian is still satisfied with touching it.

At least facing his spiritual power, Da Dao wouldn't turn around and run away.

Arriving at the destination, Yue Jian picked up the commuter bag and walked into the shooting club he frequented familiarly.

The people who entered and left this club were not either rich or noble, but they were all considered to be of status—at least they had money, otherwise they couldn't afford the consumption of the ammunition.

Therefore, wearing casual sportswear and carrying this commuter bag on his body, Yue Jian, who looks like an athletic boy, looks particularly eye-catching.

For example, Akai Shuichi recognized this young man whom he had misunderstood at a glance.

To connect a harmless boy with a veteran killer of an organization, Akai still feels that his logic is nonsense.

Just because of the long silver hair and the silhouette with a bit of mixed race?

There are just as many people like this in the world, and I don't know how he thinks of gin.

It's rare that there are a lot of people today, probably because of the weekend.

Sensing the intentional or unintentional stares of other people, Yue Jian looked around and found that the long black-haired man not far away who had met once and was shunned by everyone nodded to him.

He also looked like he had just arrived, because the weather was getting warmer, so he didn't wear the knitted hat from last time.

The handsome man was still wearing a shirt jacket, with broad shoulders and long legs.His icy demeanor made people afraid to get close, and they contradictoryly wanted to take a second look.

Then, I saw this man walking over to talk to that little boy.

"It's been a while since I saw you coming."

"Some time ago, the schoolwork was a bit heavy."

Yue Jian, who also didn't expect the other party to come to say hello, put away the surprise in her heart, and answered the other party's question.

Obviously the last time you still looked like you didn't want to get in touch more, didn't you?

Akai Shuichi couldn't tell what he was thinking, probably because the boy's eyes were too clear?

Having worked as an undercover agent for several years, facing tremendous pressure from organizational missions, the FBI's arrest plan, and even deceiving Akemi Miyano, he came to this shooting training department to find a little breathing space, so he could not help but come here. The boy who confirmed his innocence felt a little relieved.

"There are a lot of people today, do you want to go to my box?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Akai Shuichi secretly cursed himself for not being able to even speak—this sounded like abduction.

But Yueyue agreed with one bite.

Akai Hideichi, who was ready to be rejected, was slightly surprised, looked down at the young boy who didn't think much at all, and couldn't help but laugh at himself for being too hearty as an adult.On the other hand, I couldn't help but feel that this child had no sense of crisis.

"Have you always been like this? Faced with other people's invitations, you agreed without saying a word?"

They were just strangers who had met once, and Akai himself couldn't figure out what he was thinking about the invitation that came out of his mouth.

As the arrest plan approached, every detail should be carefully considered and proceeded with caution.

Perhaps this plan has been deduced hundreds of times, at least here, Akai Shuichi does not want to recall the details related to this.

However, regardless of the success or failure of this capture plan, the identity he is using now is doomed to be useless.

He can't come back to this place, otherwise, according to the organization's habits, once discovered, this place will probably be destroyed overnight.

Thinking about it, this is probably one of the rare disappointments in this dark undercover career.

Akai Hideo held the gun at one end, almost no need to aim, and could hit the tenth ring just by the feeling of his body.

His brain didn't even know what to think about the whole time.

If Yue Jian, who was wearing sound-proof headphones, saw this scene, he would find that the man in front of him was a little more similar to his brother Zhen.

Having also fired up the bullets in his hand, Yue Jian pressed the button beside him, adjusted the target surface to observe, and then frowned.

... No wonder Brother Zhen raised his hand to beat him up without saying a word, the results were indeed not satisfactory.

Is it the bow that has been practiced for decades, even if it is put down for a while, the feeling is still there.Yuejian can confidently say that even if he has not practiced for three or four months now, if he is given a bow, he can still shoot full marks.

Shooting... was something he had just started learning last winter. No matter how talented he was, if he didn't study regularly and quantitatively, it would be nothing but a waste.

"The result is very good." Unknowingly, Akai Shuichi, who was standing aside, held a sound-proof earphone in one hand, looked at the perforated target paper opposite Yue Jian, and praised after calculating the score.

"How long have you been studying?"

Yue Jian shook his head: "It's a little bit backward."

Although it was not the familiar Boleta that was useful, but the lady's pistol in his hand, Brother Zhen was not someone who would listen to such excuses.

What's more, as a user, he must also be familiar with his own weapon to avoid accidental injury.

Especially, when there's also a serial killer out there with an unknown purpose.

"According to your age, it's pretty good. Don't be too harsh on yourself." The man's deep and distinctive voice entered Yue Jian's ears, and at the same time, it also entered his mobile phone with eavesdropping software, " Here are some shots, I'll show you."

Yue Jian, who had no idea that Gin Jiu had really installed wiretapping software on him this time, accepted the other party's kindness with a smile.

"Then I will trouble you, Mr. Zhuxing."