My brother is not a good person

Three days are fleeting.

The hustle and bustle of the Fuji Music Festival was buried deep in their memories by the two of them.

Only in the dead of night and alone, like a child stealing snacks from an adult behind his back, will he dig it out and relive it over and over again.

It's just that when Laisha said that she would return to the relationship with strangers, she really became a stranger.

Since getting off the Shinkansen, Nakahara has never seen Laisha again.

Even the lower-level members of the port mafia at the hotel and ice rink still give daily reports, and the reports are all about "X hours of ice training" and the like.

No current situation, no mood, and no real effective information about her.

He knew that what he wanted was not the same nonsense like where he went and what he ate.

It is more detailed, more real, and more closely related to Laisha Dostoevskaya.

such as……

Will she also cycle certain songs in singles?

Does she also put that piece of wooden souvenir she made by herself in the most prominent position in the house.

Does she miss him a little too.

But the cadres and gentlemen couldn't ask all these questions.

He didn't even have a reason to see her.

After all, it was he who said "only three days".

Three days later, they were strangers who had nothing to do with each other.

This is something agreed on the first day.

And the situation in Yokohama is not so stable now.

Meeting her might put her in danger instead.

……even so.

Waking up each day with nothingness in my arms is always unbearable.

It was clearly a special memory that only existed during those three days, and it wasn't even enough to form a habit, but he still inevitably felt lost.

Terribly lost.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed and finished processing the last document.

He squeezed the Jingming acupoint tiredly, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking Yokohama under his feet.

As soon as he came back, he was told that the leader of the GSS was suspected to have been killed, and the GSS claimed that it must be the handiwork of the port mafia, and that half of the legacy of the former leader was used as a reward.

Later, another person familiar with the matter said that such a reward was offered entirely because someone in the GSS side assassinated the former leader with the intention of seizing power.But after the port mafia found out, it provided some help, so the former leader left all the inheritance to the port mafia before he died.

In fact, no one cares about the truth.

In Yokohama, the only thing the world cares about is this personal legacy worth 80 billion US dollars.

Therefore, from the day when the head of the GSS died, the undercurrent in Yokohama was surging.

As a cadre of the Port Mafia, it was natural and inevitable that he would be involved in this struggle.

Chaotic, crazy and dangerous.

This is a daily routine that Laisha should not be exposed to in the Central Plains.

There was a knock on the door.

Responding to "Enter" lightly, Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the person coming.

Pushing open the door, Fujiwara walked towards Nakahara Chuya with the document.

He handed out the document in his hand and concluded: "Recently, incidents of people with supernatural abilities disappearing have become more and more frequent, but we have not found any clues. After contacting the public relations officer and the Special Intelligence Service Section, they learned that they did not know the truth of the incident either." , so an investigation was launched."

"Is there any more?" Zhong Yuan asked habitually as he flipped through the documents.

According to common sense, no matter whether there are other matters, Fujiwara will answer as quickly as possible, instead of being hesitant and difficult to make a decision like now.

"What do you want to say?" Mr. Cadre was a little annoyed.

He has always hated other people's hesitating and hesitating virtue.

And especially now.

After all, he has been a subordinate for many years, and Fujiwara is not afraid of his boss's irritability.

In other words, he can understand this irritability very well.

And once he understood the origin of this irritability, he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

After all kinds of entanglement, Fujiwara finally rushed before Nakahara Nakaya got angry and said: "There is indeed one thing, I personally think I should report it to you."

He took a deep breath and bowed in apology.

"What I'm going to say next may offend you, so please don't pay attention to my transgression."

After a second of silence, Zhong Yuanzhong also vaguely felt that this would be something he wanted to know but could not know.

But he wanted to hear, "Say it."

"After dealing with the matter about Miss Dostoevskaya on the Internet, during this period of time, the media seemed to be very quiet, but in fact they searched for Miss Dostoevskaya's location. "

Fujiwara sped up his speech, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up.

"At present, they have learned that Ms. Dostoevskaya is in Yokohama, and they have also found the hotel where she lives and the ice rink where she trains."

Hearing this, Zhong Yuanzhong already felt something was wrong.

He tried to slow down his breathing, but the action lost its effect when he heard the next sentence.

"Now the media is blocking the ice rink..." Fujiwara paused, and found a more written statement, "Trying to interview Miss Dostoyevskaya."

As soon as the words fell, the boss who was still irritable just now disappeared.

The only thing left to tell his whereabouts was the open door.

Being blocked at the entrance of the ice rink by a group of large and small media, although Laisha smiled restrainedly, her eyes were full of boredom.

Even if she didn't know where these reporters who were looking for trouble knew her location, it was not difficult to guess that there was still another person behind it.

And it must be the one who made the event at the festival flood her Twitter.

Casually coping with the reporters' questions, Miss Champion frowned slightly, avoiding the microphone that almost hit her face.

"No comment, thank you." This sentence has been said too many times.

Her tongue was almost calloused, but the media who were chasing after her were still unwilling to give up.

Is it because she is on the order that she is so unscrupulous?

Sure enough, no matter when and where, the media is always carved out of the same mold, which is annoying.

Sighing secretly, Laisha even wanted to drive an ice truck to drive all the flies out.

Unfortunately, I can only think about it.

If this kind of thing is done, it will be very difficult for others.

If only someone could take themselves out of here.

The girl walked away, as if praying, and murmured silently.

Anyone is welcome, please get her out of here.

She didn't want to stay here any longer.

However, this is also unlikely.

There was no one she knew in Yokohama who would help her.

Fedya could not show his face.

And Chuya... is a stranger.

In the evening, the air still carries the residual temperature of summer, and the whole lungs are convulsed.

Laisha blinked away the sudden sorrow that surged up in her eyes.

As expected of him, he was decisive enough to return to the relationship with complete strangers without any hesitation.

The guy hadn't even seen her for a week after coming back from the festival.

unacceptable.

Do you really miss her at all?I was almost pissed off by him.

Although "becoming a stranger" proposed by herself is an absolute win-win choice, she is still very angry.

Does this need any justification?

As long as that guy is not there, it is enough!

Taking a deep breath, Laisha shook off the last bit of dissatisfaction.

She was just about to cheer up and continue to deal with the disturbing flies when she heard the roar of a huge motor approaching.

All the people blocking the entrance of the ice rink looked towards the source of the sound.

A fire-like locomotive was speeding towards someone carrying someone.

With a flick of the rear of the car, the orange-haired boy stopped under the steps in front of the ice rink.

Some reporters already recognized that this was another person in the previous photo, but when they were about to step forward, they saw the boy's right foot stepping on the ground.

With just one kick, cobweb-like patterns appeared on the ground, forcing the gathered reporters to flee in all directions.

This is Yokohama.

It is a famous place of chaos.

No one wants to die for a story that they don't know will ever be written.

So we can only wait until the boy leaves.

The boy who forced the reporter back just casually threw his helmet at the girl on the steps.

The helmet emitting a faint red light fell into Laisha's arms precisely.

Holding the helmet with his left hand and pressing the corners of his eyes with his right hand, the girl's anger was completely extinguished by his movement, turning into a surging stream of water.

She was about to cry, but she didn't want to cry in front of these flies here anyway.

Seeing Nakahara Nakaya on the motorcycle waving at her, Laisha put on her helmet and rushed down the steps in two steps at a time.

Unable to stop the downward momentum for a moment, she staggered and bumped into his back.

The idea of ​​celebrating a sports bra without an underwire flashed through my mind.

Sitting astride the back seat of the scooter, she stretched her hands forward, tightly wrapping around his thin waist.

It wasn't until her entire face was pressed against the other's back that she felt much more at ease in her heart.

"Take me away, Chuya."

The girl muffled, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

"Go where no one is, I have something to ask you."

The tense back boy stared at the ground in front of him without turning his eyes, and responded dryly.

He raised his foot stiffly and tried to step on the pedal, but accidentally missed the foot, and the second foot was firmly on the board.

Putting her ear against the back of his heart, Laisha counted his heartbeats one by one.

But she couldn't keep up with his jumping speed at all, so she had to give up.

But what's the matter with this guy?Even the movement of the engine car seems very mechanical.

But... finally came to see her.

Raisha rubbed against his back twice.

For the sake of knowing that he came to find her, I will not be angry with him.

Not knowing that he was only one step away from completely angering the other party, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but straighten his back.

There was hardly any reason left in his mind to think about the destination.

Just instinctively went to the most familiar place.

It's not impossible for him to guess how soft it was that hit his back.

In other words, it was because he could guess it that he felt like a formidable enemy when it bumped into it.

My ears must be turning red now.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought aimlessly.

Should it be said that it was fortunate that she couldn't see her ears from that angle?

But how can you be so defenseless...

Or is it that she doesn't have this awareness at all?

Mr. Cadre passed through the traffic flow with ease, and sometimes even drove up the wall habitually.

But no matter what, his back is always solid and reliable.

The roar of the motor tore through the calm of the residential area, and they stopped in front of an old pool bar.

Maybe it's the location, but the store doesn't seem to be doing well anyway.

Otherwise, the neon lights on the signboard would not be unlit.

"Old World?" Laisha took off her helmet and read out the name of the store word by word.

She put the helmet on and followed Nakahara Nakaya into the old billiard bar.

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't know why he thought of this place in his mind at the time.

However, all came, and she could not be brought back.

Distraughtly looking around, Mr. Cadre took out an iced drink and wine glass from the bar.

He poured out a glass and pushed it towards Miss Champion, he pointed to the high stool at the bar and said, "Sit down, there's no one here."

Then he poured himself a glass too.

"Didn't you say you want to ask me something?" Zhongyuan Zhong also tapped the cup wall repeatedly, "If you want to ask, just ask."

Instead of choosing to sit on the high stool, Laisha took a sip of her drink, "Why did Chuya come to pick me up?"

The finger that hit the wall of the cup hovered in mid-air, and was immediately retracted into the fist.

Zhong Yuanzhong also put his fist on his lips and coughed, "Because you are in trouble."

"...And then?" The girl asked lightly, with hope rising suddenly.

Then?what then?

Where did I think about when I set off from the headquarters building?

Staring at the drink in the glass, he finally thought of the so-called "then".

"Yokohama has not been very peaceful recently, and your safety cannot be guaranteed."

Mr. Cadre speaks very fast, for fear of being found out that this is a follow-up plan that he found out now.

"Anyway, you're going to compete in Saitama County on October [-]th. If you go there now, you can not only get familiar with the venue, but also get away from the troubles in Yokohama."

As the whole picture of what he said was revealed bit by bit, Miss Champion's eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

It wasn't until the other party finished the last word that she responded with a "huh?" in disbelief.

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking.

Eventually she repeated it to make sure she heard correctly.

"So you mean you want me to leave Yokohama as soon as possible and go to Saitama for training?"

Before the other party could reply, the girl was so angry and anxious that she even directly called out the other party's full name.

"Chuya Nakahara, tell me, do you want me to go?!"

"……yes……?"

Although I always feel that it is not good to answer truthfully, Nakahara really hopes that she will be safe, even if she is not in Yokohama.

After drinking the rest of the drink abruptly, Laisha slammed the glass on the bar counter.

She pointed to the open space in front of her, sniffing, her eyes flushed.

"Chuya Nakahara, stand up for me."

While speaking, she also twitched, as if trying to control her emotions.

Zhong Yuan, who was worried that she would cry, naturally walked to her as quickly as possible.

However, what greeted him was his cup of drink that he didn't even take a sip of.

And Raisha punched him mercilessly in the stomach.

To be honest, this punch was not too heavy for him.

On the contrary, he was more worried about whether Raisha's hand would be fine.

Especially when she immediately squatted down, huddled into a ball, and her shoulders were shaking from crying, he squatted to the side even more uneasy, and asked with concern: "Laya? Does your hand hurt?"

But Laisha ignored his question, and just whimpered and complained, "China is also an idiot."

"Yes, yes, I am, so..." Did you hurt your hand?

Before Zhong Yuan could finish his sentence, he saw her suddenly glaring at him viciously.

The tears that were about to stop flowing were more violent than before.

The girl roared hoarsely: "Chuya Nakahara, you are the stupidest idiot in the world!!!"

Zhong Yuan Zhongye's head was about to explode from her crying, but he was also very helpless, "Didn't I admit it?"

He didn't say he wasn't an idiot?Why are you even more angry?

No more words, Laisha just panted heavily, trying to calm down her mood.

She took away several sheets of paper placed on the bar, and wiped away her tears vigorously.

After returning to his usual clean appearance, Miss Champion gave him a cold look.

"I will go to Qiyu, and it will be the day after tomorrow." Her voice was a little hoarse, "Will you come to see me off at that time?"

Regarding this question, Mr. Cadre naturally only nodded.

Seeing her turning around and about to leave, he caught up two steps and asked, "Shall I take you back to the hotel?"

"Don't worry, I have a mouth and I can ask for directions."

The girl's eyes turned even colder.

"You might as well go change your clothes first."

Frozen in place by her eyes, Nakahara had no choice but to watch her rush out of the store like a Siberian wind.

Pushing aside the forehead hair that was still dripping with drink, he immediately heard two different applause from behind him.

Mr. Cadre turned around and looked.

A tall man dressed in black and white came out from behind the bunker together with another young man with a good-looking and indistinguishable face, clapping together.

The tall man applauded and said, "What a good show, Chuya."

Seeing the appearance of these two people, Nakahara Chuya couldn't help but twist his eyebrows into a tight knot.

"Tsk." He curled his lips in extreme dissatisfaction, "Why are you here?"

The handsome young man smiled sweetly, and replied in an extremely gentle voice: "I originally wanted to discuss the recent frequent 'disappearance of supernatural beings' together, but I didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains... right? ,pianist?"

"That's right. She's 'Laisha'?" The pianist raised his eyebrows relaxedly, "How does it feel to be beaten up by a girl you like?"

Ignoring the pianist's question, Zhongyuan Zhong also decided to do something serious, "Public relations officer, did you find out anything?"

"Okay, don't get any closer." The public relations officer made a gesture of refusal, "You'd better listen to her, it's better to change clothes, otherwise she will be even more angry."

After a long silence, Zhong Yuan Zhong also said dryly: "Got it."

He turned around and was about to leave when he paused.

"So why is she so angry?"

"Because Zhong is also an idiot." The public relations officer always had a gentle smile on his face.

Nakahara Chu was speechless, "What is this, public relations officer? At least come up with a more serious answer? Didn't you become her friend under Dazai's order?"

"As someone who has successfully become friends with her, I can really guess why."

The public relations officer smiled lightly and tapped his finger on his chin.

"But... is Zhong also willing to become a movie actor with me?"

Hearing this question, Zhongyuan Zhong also made a bitter face like a conditioned reflex, "Absolutely not."

Once again, he got the expected rejection, and the public relations officer showed no signs of being discouraged.

"Then neither do I." He smiled unchanged, "Your girlfriend needs to be coaxed by herself, Chuya."