The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

As an excellent undercover agent who held high positions in both the police department and the transnational criminal group at a young age, Toru Amuro could write a three-volume autobiography based on what he experienced in his short 25 years of life. never seen it--

I have never seen such a scene.

The thing happened like this, according to the memory of Mr. Amuro, the person concerned, he was driving his younger brother and his younger brother’s classmates home, and encountered a rampaging Honda at an intersection.

However, a slightly unresponsive Beetle was almost knocked into the air. Fortunately, the owner slammed the steering wheel subconsciously and narrowly avoided it. The out-of-control Honda crashed straight into pedestrians on the side of the road.

At that time, the situation was urgent, Toru Amuro didn't have time to think, he stepped on the accelerator to control the car and hit the side of the front of the Honda.

The front of the white Mazda was sunken, and the passenger compartment was severely deformed. The Honda didn't give in. After being hit, it spun and hit a street light. The airbag inside popped up instantly, and soon the owner opened the driver's seat and flipped over. Came out and looked in good condition.

So far, it's just that the unknown police stopped the car accident and saved the lives of pedestrians. Everything is within the normal range.

If the car owner is not chasing after a group of police cars.

Seeing that he was about to be arrested, the owner of the car was overwhelmed and drew out a knife to take hostages.But Toru Amuro's car was parked too far away from the gangsters, and the sprint champion might not be able to make it in time. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and countless snow-white papers flew from behind Toru Amuro in the blink of an eye. gangsters there.

The bluetooth speaker next to the store on the street just switched to the music, and the romantic Fur Alice was replaced by the melodious Scarborough Fair. Accompanied by the rhythm of three beats, a figure walked gracefully and swiftly, quickly on the paper. In the storm of pieces, he approached the gangster who was beaten by a series of papers like a trapped animal.

The tall boy grasped the wrist of the middle-aged gangster holding the knife, and the blade dropped from his hand. At this time, the last piece of paper was also swept away by the wind, and the two standing next to the deformed street lamp and Honda were exposed in sight, and then— —

Waltzed.

Toru Amuro?

Forgive him, a question mark cannot express the shock, bewilderment, and bewilderment of this young policeman.

He has never seen such a big storm.

Sorry, I have never seen such a beautiful painting style.

The two dancing on the street, their bodies rise and fall, tilt, and swing with the music, the dance steps are undulating, and the dance is gorgeous and elegant-if the dancer is not a middle-aged uncle.

Mr. A recovered quickly after the initial shock, and he patted the blond young man's shoulder sympathetically.

The policemen who got off the police car were also stunned. Traffic jams gradually appeared at the intersection here, and the annoying and piercing sirens sounded one after another.However, at the center of the storm, there was an eerie silence.

Under such circumstances, the melodious music finally came to an end.

The last syllable fell, and the two dancers also put on the ending pose.

The middle-aged gangster with a vicious face and a fleshy face looked at Sakamoto shyly.

click...

Sakamoto handcuffed the gangster's wrists behind his back (the policeman behind him touched his waist subconsciously: eh? When?) The latter obediently let him manipulate him, and smiled shyly when he was pushed in front of the policeman: "The policeman Uncle, take me away soon."

Police officers?

Police officers!

Toru Amuro deeply understood Mr. A's previous words.

"Sakamoto-kun... What a strange person..." he said with difficulty.

Mr. A nodded heavily: "Yes."

Sakamoto rejected the police officer's invitation to go to the Metropolitan Police Department and receive the reward: "There is still necessary work to be done urgently, and I can only live up to the kindness of the police officer."

Mazda, which was hit hard, could not continue to fulfill its original mission. Toru Amuro called a towing service to send his car to be repaired, and took a taxi with his two children.

Mr. A and Sakamoto sat in the back seat.

"What was the move just now?" Mr. A asked.

Generally speaking, Sakamoto's behavior and pretense will be given a name by himself, and occasionally he will pronounce it when he uses it, but sometimes he won't.

For example, when building the Bird Villa yesterday, Sakamoto’s move was called the secret technique? Build a House Quickly.

Sakamoto pushed his glasses and said reservedly: "Secret technique? Feng Feixue, and secret technique? Refresh your mind."

Rehabilitation - refers to brainwashing the other party by making the other party dance and make them think that they are a cute and delicate JK for a short time.

Sakamoto is so scary.

Speaking of which, the paper that was blown away by the wind just now should have words on it, Mr. A looked at Sakamoto's deflated black handbag: "Are those papers okay?"

"It's just the test paper. I'll just print a new copy for you later tomorrow. Let's use the homework for today to make do with it."

Mr. A: ...

He recalled the amount of paper just now, and immediately expressed his gratitude to the gangster just now.

Sakamoto, you are worthy of being Sakamoto.

Although it was less than an hour before leaving home, the two of them felt like they had passed by more than three times. Mr. A took Mr. Sakamoto to the bedroom on the second floor, where he had prepared an empty table for placing things in advance. , cushions are placed on all sides.

Not long after the two sat down, Toru Amuro brought two homemade drinks and put them in front of them.

Before they started studying, the blond young man showed a gentle smile and asked, "Does Sakamoto-kun have any favorite dishes? Tastes, preferences, and taboos?"

Sakamoto: "I don't have any preference. If you have to say it, the taste should not be too extreme."

Mr. A became dizzy after doing the questions all morning. Although the memory has been pulled away, the pain of studying the questions all night is still rooted in his soul, and now he has been reawakened.

They also settled the lunch in the bedroom. Toru Amuro brought the food, rubbed his head under A Junsheng's unlovable eyes, and said with a smile: "Yang Xi has worked hard. Keep it up, don't waste it." Kindness from Sakamoto-san."

Mr. A: ...

Easier said than done.

He glared at Toru Amuro, who had graduated.

Sakamoto answered Toru Amuro's various polite words in an unrecognizable tone. After the latter left, he looked down at the pretty good-looking lunch in front of him.

Amuro also cut a plate of fruit.

Mr. A held his face in one hand, propped his elbows on the table, and looked up at Sakamoto, who had an expressionless expression.

"How?" He asked suddenly, a little out of order.

Sakamoto said indifferently: "Not bad."

It seems to be talking about the food in front of him, but Mr. A doesn't think the other party can't understand the direction in his question.

Although this Sakamoto classmate has a clear mind and a high-profile behavior, he is undoubtedly a good person in every sense.

In fact, his invisible pretense is often purposeful, such as preventing school violence and protecting animals.

In the comics, he has helped his classmate Yoshinobu Kubota from being bullied by the bad trio in many incidents, and he has influenced the bad trio, black-bellied female classmates and others.

The reason for this seemingly whimsical learning support plan must be the same. Mr. A also looked at his body in the mirror after returning home that day. Those injuries still looked very bluffing, and they were regarded as punches and kicks. It is not surprising that there are traces of scratches, or marks left by hard objects and binding.There are also various minor but large abrasions.

However, because of the concealment of these conspicuous marks, the scars on his body are not visible, so it is barely a blessing in disguise.

Mr. A was worried that Sakamoto would do something, and now that what he was worried about happened, it was not as shocking as he imagined—waltzing with gangsters on the street is not counted—so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He put down his hand and bent his eyes: "Thank you, Sakamoto-san."

No matter what, the other party was out of concern and help for him.I even asked the class teacher to propose a learning support plan for this...but it was really painful to solve the questions.

He clapped his hands together slowly, quickly finished his sentence, I started, and stretched out his chopsticks to the food in front of him one after another.

Mr. A was already numb when he picked up the pen again in the afternoon. The tip of the pen smoothly wrote down a series of symbols on the paper. When encountering calculations, he directly asked the system in his brain.Although some are overkill, it is a waste to leave them unused anyway.

Instant results, love love love.

Sakamoto stood up.

Mr. A looked up from the ocean of mathematics, "What's wrong?"

His eyes fell on the window, Mr. A looked along, and saw the leafy maple tree in the yard, and a small fluffy group among the branches.

"A raccoon cat?"

"Miss Kitty needs rescue." Sakamoto's glasses refracted white light, he stepped forward to open the door without hesitation, jumped out from the balcony, slid through a beautiful parabola, and landed on the tree as lightly as a bird.

How did you know it was Miss Cat after such a long distance?

Mr. A, who was speechless for a while, put down his pen and came to the balcony. For the second time, he saw the unimpeded communication between Sakamoto and the animals.

Little raccoon cat: "Meow!"

"Please don't be afraid, here are the knights who came to rescue Her Majesty the Princess." Sakamoto knelt down firmly on one knee on a thick branch, raised one hand and stretched forward, just stopping in front of Miss Kitty.

Little raccoon cat: "Meow."

"Don't worry, I will never cause you any harm, just bet on the name of this knight."

Little raccoon cat: "Meow—"

Mr. A: ...

Isn't it shameful to say such things, Sakamoto-san?

In the end, Her Royal Highness was moved by the heroic knight, and raised her front paws to rest on Sakamoto's palm, and the latter carefully reached out to hold the kitten in his palm, and returned to the balcony as before.

Mr. A closed the door when he came in from behind.

The petite cat princess was gently placed on the cushion and lifted onto the table, she sat upright reservedly, "Meow—"

Sakamoto said, "This is Fujita-kun's home."

Mr. A cautiously approached the table, sat down carefully, and stared at the fragile life in front of him with soft and curious eyes.

"This is my home, you are welcome to come here as a guest." He tentatively stretched out his hand and spread it in front of the cat, "What's your name?"

Stepping on the cat's soft paw pads, she took two steps forward and curled up into a ball in Mr. A's hands.

Sakamoto pushed his glasses: "Miss Aoi likes you very much."

Mr. A held the warm and soft kitten, and was silent for a moment: "Is her name called Aoi?"

It always feels like the other party just started.

Sakamoto nodded calmly.

There was a knock on the door, and Toru Amuro pushed it open, bending his eyes under the gaze of the two and the cat: "I happened to see Sakamoto-kun on the tree, so I prepared this without authorization."

"It's goat's milk. Although there is salmon in the kitchen, it should not be eaten raw by young cats."

He put the small dish containing the milky white liquid on the table.

Aoi: "Meow—"

Mr. A carefully carried her to the dinner plate, the kitten left his palm and lowered his head to drink the goat milk.

Amuro also sat down.

The three of them sat around the table watching the kitten drink milk with focused eyes, as if the one on the table was not a raccoon cat that can be seen everywhere, but a dinosaur cub.

"Does Yangxi want to raise a cat?"

Mr. A showed a hesitant expression, and he looked at Sakamoto: "Does Sakamoto-san want to bring Xiaokui home?"

Sakamoto shook his head, "I'm afraid I don't have time to take care of Miss Aoi."

Toru Amuro frowned slightly, and said with worry: "Such a small cat, it will be difficult to live outside the home."

Judging from Mr. A's reaction, he undoubtedly likes it, and raising a cat is not a burden for them.But he hesitated, probably because he felt that he couldn't be responsible for Aoi.

Because they feel that one time they go out in the future, they may never come back.

It's not going to happen.

Toru Amuro gave Mr. A an encouraging smile.

In fact, I just heard that it is not good to raise a cat first and then a dog.So Mr. A, who was worried that Harrow would be bullied by Aoi when he came to Amuro Toru's house in the future: "Let's see what Xiao Aoi means. If she is willing, I really want her to stay."

Harrow wasn't born yet, and he worried too soon.

When he asked, Aoi held the paw pads on his fingers reservedly, and seemed to agree.

As if she agreed.

Mr. A bent his eyes, held the raccoon cat in the palm of his hand, and gently patted her head: "Then from today, you will be called Aoi Amuro."

"Eh? Do you want my last name?"

"Because it sounds better that way." Mr. A smiled brightly.

If possible, it would be better to call it Jianggukui.