The goal is the Faculty of Medicine of Dongdae

Leaving aside for the time being Nakahara Nakaya, who is innocently being suppressed by a lot of work, what kind of psychological activities are going on in his heart at the moment. In this way, he swaggered into the whirlpool coffee shop downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency with a barely camouflaged posture.

"Isn't Rintaro afraid of going on strike?" The little girl sitting on the chair who skillfully ordered cakes and macarons shook her legs and patted the back of the chair with her braids, "It's too much."

"Dear Jasmine, if it wasn't because of trust, how could I have given important information to others." Lin Taro plausibly said, "Also, Mr. Chuya also needs to learn how to manage industries. I want to apply for an MBA for him." Woolen cloth."

"It's not like Lin Taro is because he was escorted in advance and has to start self-study courses now, so he can't see other people's leisure?" Jasmine squinted at the boy, she knew Lin Taro's character too well.

Lin Taro blinked at her innocently, then happily opened the menu and ordered coffee jelly which cost nearly [-] yen.

Hiss—Jasmine gasped: "Lin Taro, you've changed, you're not that miser who counts expenses!"

"I spent half of my monthly living expenses on buying small cakes for you, Jasmine Sauce!" The young man had an aggrieved expression on his face, "It's too much for me to say that."

"Who cried poor to Kusuo before?"

"That's because Kusuo only has [-] yen pocket money per week." Rintaro said in a natural tone, "If the economic gap is too big, how can I have the nerve to go to Kusuo's house for a meal."

"Hey, Rintaro is full of bad ideas."

"Dear Jasmine, do you really think that Kusuo doesn't know?" Rintaro waved his fingers triumphantly, "This is just a 'tacit understanding' that we all know well."

The coffee puddings arrived, piled all over the table.Rintaro turned his eyes to the pudding, held the fork with both hands, and made an expectant expression: "Then, I'm starting~"

"How did Rintaro like coffee pudding?"

Jasmine bit the donut, watched the other party take a sip of coffee, and then began to eliminate the pile of coffee puddings in an elegant and swift way.She blinked her round purple eyes, and smiled narrowly as if she knew some secret.

"Isn't it because of—" the little girl draws out her voice slowly, "seeing things and thinking about others, right?"

The action of the black-haired boy digging the pudding was imperceptibly slow for a moment, and then he put the soft brown pudding into his mouth as usual, and the afterglow of the sunset fell on his fingers, brushing that bit of jade white on the light warm color.

"Ah, Jasmine, don't be like that guy Dazai Osamu, it's not a good thing to have too much imagination."

"Who would imitate that weirdo with bandages!" Jasmine shouted angrily, "Obviously Rintaro and that bastard are the same!"

"No, no, dear Jasmine, I have always liked to be upright and aboveboard, and I never force others." Lin Taro shook his index finger, "From the beginning to now, I just put all the choices on the table and let them make their own decisions." It's just a choice."

He looked at the flame-like sunset glow at the edge of the sky, his eyes were as clear as amethyst that had just been washed, and the light and shadow flowed in them, reflecting a mysterious glow.

"By the way, Jasmine, you seem to be very interested in some things recently?" The young man lowered his eyes calmly, and his tone of voice was still as gentle as before, but under that gentle appearance, Jasmine heard an undercurrent. "Whether it's the detective agency or the mafia, you seem to care about them."

His tone paused subtly for a few seconds, and his purple eyes still showed no emotion, calm to the point of ice-cold: "Dear Jasmine, don't forget our ultimate goal."

Jasmine took a deep breath from the bottom of her heart, raised her eyes to meet her pair of purple eyes that were similar to her but were narrower and longer, and her tone of voice maintained her usual tenderness: "Jasmine is not like a big fool." Rin Taro has such a poor memory! It is obvious that Rin Taro has always been so leisurely and carefree, but Jasmine is super super anxious!"

"Really, Jasmine Sauce is so cute." Lin Taro blinked, the coldness in his eyes gradually disappeared, and there was still a slight smile on his lips, "After all, I really don't like being uncontrollable."

"Rin Taro, how long has it been since you took back your sensibility."

"Hmm, after all, only Kusuo is my only sensibility." Rintaro propped his chin with one hand, while holding the spoon with the other hand, he casually scooped up another spoonful of coffee pudding.

Those purple eyes reflected Yuxia Chengqi's sunset, and the undetectable ripples rippling slightly in the warm red luster, like the pure white foam sweeping the fine sand by the sea, but with a subtle sense of shock.

"Is there any need to get it back now?"

He asked calmly.

Jasmine only felt that she had suddenly fallen from the warm spring-like store into the bone-chilling deep sea, surrounded by endless cold blue, with only a little warm light from her heart to rely on.You can't be wrong, Rintaro's sensibility is gradually being worn down by time with the separation from Saiki Kusuo.

"No..." The little girl with black hair and purple eyes was silent for a few seconds, and when she spoke again, her tone was unusually calm, "There is no need."

"Well, after Nakaya-kun handles the matter of Saibo Street well, I can safely leave the matter of launching the satellite to him."

"Satellite?" Jasmine frowned at the proper noun in Lin Taro's mouth, "Lin Taro, what do you want to do?"

"Isn't it normal to launch satellites as the core of the navigation system for the convenience of commercial activities?" Lin Taro showed a pure smile, "Yokohama is a port city mainly for foreign trade, so it makes it more convenient for investors from far away. Is it something that a qualified foreign trade entrepreneur should do? Of course, there is no problem in providing basic information as a user.”

"Oh, after all, Yokohama is really too unsafe." Lin Taro sighed 'worriedly', "When you meet a 'terrorist', you can directly call the police with one button in the positioning system, how convenient it is."

He deliberately emphasized the tone of a certain word.

The little girl paid attention to the boy's expression. It was a pity that even though she was the "half body" of the other party, the logical gap between sensibility and rationality was even farther than the distance between the sun and the earth.She simply relied on her understanding of Lin Taro, and probably guessed that the other party's intentions were not limited to this.

"Ah, Jasmine Sauce, see if that is the Tiger Lord over there." Rin Taro suddenly raised his spoon and pointed it outside the shop.

Through the glass window, one could clearly see the white-haired boy who suddenly appeared half-kneeling on the ground at the intersection as if he had fought a difficult battle.

"By the way, it was like this before, and it disappeared without warning." Lin Taro looked at the red-haired foreign girl half kneeling on the ground in the crowd, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"What does Rintaro want to do?"

"It's so hard to meet her, but I can't just let her leave so easily." Lin Taro stood up, paid the bill neatly, and pulled the little girl out of the coffee shop.

"Well... if there is anything I can..." Nakajima Atsushi reached out to the red-haired girl kneeling there and tried to say something, but was glared at by the other party, stood up with tears in his eyes and planned to run away .

"Wait a minute, this lady from a foreign country." The boy who appeared in front of her was wearing a simple coat, and the brim of his hat cast a dark gray shadow on his face, "I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Who are you!" Lucy was immersed in the regret and fear of the failure of the mission, and without thinking about it, she planned to push the other party away, but her skirt was pulled, and she turned her head impatiently to scold him, But the neck was pressed against the artery by sharp metal.

"Big sister, don't move around." The little girl in a wine-red dress showed a sweet smile, her voice was as sticky as honey, and if you ignored the shining needle in her hand, she looked like a large imitation Lori Tower Baby, "If the blood stains Jasmine's skirt, it will be troublesome."

"You..." Atsushi Nakajima, who was chasing after him, looked at the familiar boy, and parted his lips subconsciously, "The young master of the port mafia!"

"Long time no see, Nakajima-kun." The young man smiled and waved at Atsushi Nakajima, "Are you satisfied with the commission fee before?"