Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

A new email was received in the mailbox of the mobile phone.

Qian Mu has to train throughout the day, and has to deal with emergencies that may come in at any time at night. Only before going to bed can he read the routine reports sent by his subordinates as usual.

In the past, he basically didn't look at it, or only glanced at it every ten days and a half months.

Ever since I met Gin last time, I was forced to face the heavy pressure of my subordinates on his complexion and dark circles under his eyes. Qianmu... It can't be said that he immediately felt a sense of responsibility after being ashamed, but his attitude was more or less serious. , I insisted on clearing the mailbox every night.

Because the BOSS has greatly delegated power, it has rarely contacted internal personnel over the years, and members of the organization will not send him emails directly. Belmode, who knows the information, would rather come to him directly than send emails. Not surprisingly, Qianmu can receive Only Gin's mail.

Qian Mu was lying on the bed, a little tired holding the phone with his sore arms after training, so he simply pulled up the quilt and covered the top of his head together. Putting it on the pillow, the self-contained fluorescent light illuminated his suddenly slightly frowning face.

Gin's report this time, really listened to the opinions he gave last time, from the original email with at least [-] characters, to an email with a minimum of [-] characters and a maximum of [-] characters, which seems to be a lot more convenient.

The key is this concise content.

【Cutting weeds and roots has reached the final step, and we plan to clean up the headquarters of the Miserable Society. 】

Add time and place after.

The time happened to be tomorrow, and the location was unfamiliar to Qian Mu, so it should be some remote corner of Tokyo.

However, after reading this report, Qianmu was stunned for two seconds, his thoughts a little out of step with Gin's rhythm.

Don't remember wrongly, didn't Gin still conduct a huge amount of transactions with Ni Canhui not long ago, the transaction was successful, both parties benefited a lot, and the false trading partnership should be maintained for a while.

The succinct report exposed its drawbacks again.

Qian Mu had no idea what ins and outs Gin had omitted. It was probably because the man felt that taking down an organization's lair was like pinching out a weed, and there was no need to report it.

The Miserable Society... should be the most powerful underworld organization in the island country at present, so easy to deal with?

Oh, he is the boss of a world-class huge organization, then it will be fine.

Qian Mu spent half a minute before going to bed to roughly guess what Gin was doing. He had to say that the sleep aid effect was very good. The irresponsible BOSS quickly fell into a perfect sleep, and continued to leave the staying up late and work to his conscientious subordinates.

Today is the turn of the weekend holiday.

Qian Mu's original plan was to rest, lying in the dormitory and not going anywhere.

Yes, he looks forward to every vacation in this way. He is tired enough at ordinary times, so why force himself to run around on precious rest days.

However, the reason why expectation can only be called "expectation" is because expectations will always be shattered.

Early in the morning, the visual time does not exceed 07:30.

"Boom boom boom!"

Qian Mu lay flat on his back with a blank expression, and folded his hands on the quilt: "..."

"Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong!"

Qian Mu still remained motionless, without even opening his mouth to ask who was knocking on the door: "..."

"Yuan——Yuan—Qian~~~Mu~~~~"

"Qianmu, don't fall asleep and get up quickly! Even if you are on holiday, you must eat breakfast on time!"

"Don't pretend to be asleep, Xiao Qianmu. Xiao Zhufu is cooking for us today. Hurry up, we have to go to the supermarket to buy some food. What a great opportunity, don't miss it, get up!"

"It's useless to just bark. This guy is deliberately pretending to be dead asleep so he can't hear him. I'll keep knocking on the door."

"Ahem, keep your voice down, the bedroom next door is still sleeping, so don't disturb anyone."

bang bang bang bang-

The knocking on the door was lightened to a negligible level, but combined with the demonic call in the early morning = the voice fluctuated from high to low, it really lingered, and the effect of disturbing the people was full.

Who can continue to fall asleep as motionless as a mountain in such an environment—he is amazing.

"Huh? Why hasn't there been any movement for a long time, he won't really sleep to death?"

"Or very determined not to talk to us?"

"But didn't you already make an appointment yesterday, and I'm going to Mr. Fujiwara's house for dinner today."

"But I felt that he was reluctant yesterday. It's strange. Isn't he and Fujiwara-sensei on good terms? Could it be because it's the first time I brought my friends to an acquaintance's house, and I feel embarrassed... Hey, why do I feel better?" It's like visiting a friend's house directly, and suddenly I feel a little embarrassed."

Qian Mu: "..."

In the past, at this time, he would throw off the quilt abruptly, and get out of bed with a murderous aura that could condense into a solid body. When he opened the door and faced the person who harassed him, he would definitely have a face that was so cold that it was scum.

But now, he just opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling occupied by gray and black shadows for a while.

Then, lift the quilt, get up, dress, wash, and carry the shoulder bag for going out.

The last step was to slowly open the door, and at a glance, the five big men who were muttering and squeezing in front of his door were clearly seen. At this time, they all changed their uniforms and wore their own regular clothes. They looked like ordinary college students with tender faces. Some people believed those two who said they were high school students.

"Morning, I'm very energetic, much better than when I called you before."

"I said that Yuan didn't answer for a long time because he got up and cleaned up. Look, I know him too well. By the way, Qianmu, remember to answer when you get up next time. Matsuda almost wanted to tear down your door."

"It's just talking, you really take it seriously!"

Qian Mu sighed silently: "It's only 25:[-], do you need to be so anxious?"

"It's not too early. We have to have breakfast before we start. It's also a battle to compete with aunts and aunts for cheap fresh vegetables in the supermarket. It can't be taken lightly." After finishing his seriousness, Datehang suddenly scratched his head, "Qianmu, you're just like this Do you like wearing it so thick, it seems like the one you wore last time, uh, or the black one?"

"It's black and fleece. I remember it very clearly. He didn't wear his coat twice, only that one has a pattern on it."

"It's better to go to dinner first than worry about my clothes, thank you."

"Hahahaha let's go!"

The five of them chatted and laughed. They were anxious through the door, but they were not in a hurry.

After forming a team for so long, even the titles have naturally become intimate, and everyone still doesn't know who.

Yuan Qianmu, who is recognized as the most difficult to get along with, has long been familiar with them. At first, he really didn't like to talk to them. Later, after going through this and that... In short, it was very hard work. He never acted with them and escalated to occasionally Take the initiative to wait for them to act, and then it will become what it is now.

Usually, no matter who wants to do something on a whim, it is a bit difficult to call him at the beginning, and he still looks reluctant-but when he thought he really didn't want to come, in a blink of an eye, his face was expressionless The ground followed, talking a lot more, expressing a lot more, and inadvertently leaking a lot of emotions.

To sum it up in one sentence: In front of them, Qianmu [reality] is a lot.

Everyone's thoughts are relatively delicate, and there are quite sensitive people like Hagiwara Kenji and Furutani Rei, and these extremely subtle changes cannot escape their eyes.

No one likes a hot face and a cold ass. Only a relationship of mutual affection can be long-lasting and sincere, and friendship is of course no exception.

To be friends with Yuan Qianmu, they took the initiative at the beginning. If Yuan Qianmu is really an indifferent, indifferent, and unintentional weirdo, they are not without temper, not to mention fighting. Becoming a stranger is certain.

So far, the results look pretty good.

Everyone speculates that Yuan Qianmu may not have gotten along with his peers like this before, and he is very uncomfortable with the enthusiasm released by others, but when he is really wrapped up in enthusiasm, he does not mention it in his mouth, but he is still inevitably moved in his heart.

Although he has some "habits" that are incomprehensible to normal people, such as never disclosing his privacy other than superficial information, such as not fond of activities other than training, such as being very sensitive to "danger", and such as the last time Kenji Hagiwara After taking him on a speeding car, he almost got mad and beat him...

None of this matters!

The important thing is the feeling of actually getting along. No matter how many secrets someone hides in private, as long as everyone is happy when hooking up and no one is left behind, that is enough. There is no need to touch the past of a friend's heart.

——Well, it's perfect. I will definitely cooperate with Jing Guang later and feed Qian Mu who always has a bad meal.

Seeing that several people are engaged in rich psychological activities, Qian Mu: "..."

Forget it, don't bother.

Does he have to explain it again?

It's useless to explain.

In the final analysis, it was his fault—it was a mistake to allow Belmode to infiltrate the police academy in disguise.

Relying on his innately superior status as a "deputy squad", Belmode was like a fish in water in the police academy. As a criminal member of the black organization, he got mixed up with the enthusiastic praise of the righteous policemen, and even worsened, quickly gaining the trust of the protagonist group.

Her methods of getting closer to people are much better than Qian Mu's. Before chatting with the protagonist group, she got the important information that Zhu Fu Jingguang can cook, and his cooking skills are also very good.

Qian Mu couldn't stop him at all, his "little friends" on the surface just said one by one, saying that there were not many meals in the cafeteria that he could eat, so he ate very little every meal, which was very difficult, and stabbed him mercilessly. to Belmode.

Under Belmode's implicitly condemning and distressed eyes, Qian Mu was speechless.

And his pause was immediately taken advantage of by Belmode.

Bellmode immediately told the protagonist group as Fujiwara that she has an idle house near the school with complete kitchen facilities. If they don’t want to eat in the cafeteria when they are free, they can buy some food and cook in her kitchen. Cheaper and healthier than outside restaurants.

I didn't expect "Fujiwara" to be so generous. The protagonist group was surprised and before they had time to refuse, Belmode directly gave them the key, saying that she usually lives in the instructor's dormitory and doesn't go back very much, which is also considered their usual care for Minamoto. A thank you gift from Mr. Mu.

Qian Mu didn't feel that he was being taken care of - if taking care of him and shortening his life by a few years counted, then so be it.

But those guys were extremely moved by this episode, and Fujiwara's deputy Banyo represented Qianmu's close elders, and he greatly recognized these friends.

They were immediately flattered, and decided that it would be better to hit the sun than to choose a day. On weekends, they abandoned the canteen that they were tired of eating. Chef Zhu Fu Jingguang and other people helped to cook a nutritious meal with complete color, fragrance and taste.

Boys seldom get together to cook. It’s rare to have a chance to try it. Everyone thinks it’s quite interesting. On the way, they actively report the names of their favorite dishes and plan in advance what to cook and what to buy later.

The house didn't know where Belmode got it, but it was indeed not far from the police academy, and it took no more than 15 minutes to walk.

The six young people were divided into two rows, pressing the road with back hooks, front hooks, left hooks, and right hooks. It's more conspicuous when you get into the supermarket, and your mobility is super high when you buy vegetables.

Fortunately, Chef Zhu Fu Jingguang has the power in his hands, waving his hands and directing the friends to choose ingredients, and the shopping cart was quickly filled.

Because everyone clamored that there were too many dishes that they wanted to eat, and it was impossible to cook them one by one. In the end, the chef made a final decision: stop arguing, ignore simple side dishes, only choose ingredients and not order, and cook hot pot directly at noon.

Finally, a few people rushed out of the supermarket with big bags and small bags. According to the address given by Belmode, they entered a residential area that seemed not cheap. The location of the address was the highest floor of the building in the atrium.

As soon as they opened the door, they were deeply mobbed by the "Fujiwara deputy class".

Four bedrooms and two halls with a jumping floor. From the second floor, you can go directly to the small garden on the top floor. Belmode even said hello in advance. If they don't want to sit and eat in the restaurant, they can move the pot to the open-air garden later , the dinner party has more atmosphere.

"The deputy class is so rich... I didn't notice it at all."

"Uh, after the shock, I'm not very surprised. After all, I'm an acquaintance of Qianmu, who looks like a relative or something...?"

Qian Mu seems to be a young master. Everyone has known about it for a long time. He usually doesn’t spend money, but when he spends money—including but not limited to paying traffic violation fines for Yan Er—he is simply extravagant. Astonishing, it can explain the problem.

"Can you not talk about how many billions of dollars of property he has to inherit in front of me?" Qian Mu took a glance and knew that the decoration of the house has basically returned to his habits. The furniture and furnishings are intact, with sharp corners Not at all, it was indeed Belmode's handwriting.

He opened the shoe cabinet with ease, brought slippers for the five people who were still stiff at the door, and turned on the lights, because it was not his own home, so he skipped the steps of greeting guests dryly, so as not to worry.

With Qian Mu leading the way, the others immediately let go and swarmed in.

They were also vigorous and resolute, or they ate less breakfast on purpose, and they were already hungry by now, and they rushed into the kitchen after sitting on the sofa for a long time.

Except for Zhu Fu Jingguang, no one here is serious about cooking, probably hot rice and noodles at most, and now they are standing in front of the counter together in a hurry.

Five people were busy in the kitchen, Qian Mu leaned against the sliding door and watched.

Originally, he really just "looked", but after looking at it, he somehow started to move.

"Where did you see the apron?"

"Here, do you want to tie it for you?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was holding things in both hands, smiled: "Okay, thank you Qianmu."

"Oh, Jing Guang, what should I do? Oh, yes, wash your hands first...Where is the hand sanitizer? There are so many cabinets."

"The unopened ones are in the drawer by your feet."

"Oh, Xiaoqianmu came here before? It's so convenient, and help me think about the dishcloth... Aww!! Xiaozhenping!!!!"

Directly above, Matsuda Jinhei frowned and searched for seasonings. When he opened the cabinet, the overstuffed oil-absorbing paper fell out, smashing Hagiwara Kenji who was bending over to pick up the hand sanitizer.

So this group of people was only serious for 3 minutes, and from this moment on, the scene became chaotic again.

Kenji Hagiwara jumped up clutching the oil-absorbing paper. At this time, Date Ko was passing cautiously with a basin full of washed vegetables. He was hit on the head by him, and the vegetable basin flew straight up. His waist, celery and half-drained water were sacrificed under him.

Jiang Guling, who was being taught by Zhu Fu Jingguang how to heat the pot: "???"

"Zero celery?!"

"It's not mine, it's what I like... Uh, it doesn't matter! The question is what are you doing!"

"We didn't do anything?? No, it's Xiaozhenping's clumsy fault, he's the only one who keeps making trouble!"

"I'll just open a cabinet, okay?"

"Be honest, who hit me just now? This is carefully cleaned celery—"

"..."

Someone is angry.

Anyway, it wasn't Qian Mu who managed to dodge the first time before the quarrel broke out.

"Everyone... you guys..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang has a good temper.

He is not competitive or competitive, he treats people kindly, and he specializes in smoothing out fights for his prickly friends, but he himself has never been very angry.

Well, generally not angry, unless?Unless it's unbearable.

"If it can only help you, why don't you just go out and wait?" Zhu Fu Jingguang raised the spatula with a threatening smile, "If you don't want to sit still, do some physical work, first move the tables and chairs upstairs. Go up, can you, Hagiwara, Matsuda?"

"... oh." x2

After driving away the two troublemakers, the kitchen was much empty.

The Qianmu cat is on the side, if it needs to be moved, it will stay by the side if it doesn't need it, and subconsciously has no idea of ​​doing it by itself.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the kitchen was much more normal, Qian Mu was about to leave without a sound, when Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly called him: "Qian Mu, do you want to learn how to cook?"

Qian Mu: "I don't want to."

"What did you answer in seconds?"

Zhu Fujingguang's tone was not lost at all, he still smiled and said to Qianmu: "Let's think about it, after graduation, there should be very few opportunities to get together like this, no one is watching, you It will definitely be like before, looking rigorous but actually perfunctory to solve the three meals...so the most suitable thing is to cook by yourself."

"You see, cooking is very practical as a skill. It can perfectly take care of your appetite and ensure your health and hygiene. It's just that Zero is eager to try to learn it, so why don't you come along?"

Qian Mu met his sincere eyes, and his heart suddenly moved slightly when he wanted to get away.

Those two words - health, seemed to have moved him...

But that little bit of temptation is not worth mentioning in front of the ever-filling sense of crisis.

"No, it's dangerous. I'm not interested. I'd rather hire someone to cook for me every day."

"Hey, is this the capriciousness of rich people? It seems that I don't need to worry about you—it's no wonder. At least learn to cook something. If you're fine, you can make up for yourself. I'll send you the recipe when I get back!"

"No—Okay. So, Zhu Fu, can you put the pot down first?"

"Oh, when did you lift it up? It's so easy, I'm sorry."

Zhu Fu Jingguang had no bad intentions, but after assuming the identity of the cat feeder, he suddenly thought of their future after graduation, and felt a little melancholy.

Under his threat—invitation, Qian Mu reluctantly stayed in the kitchen for a while, watching Zhu Fu Jingguang pointing Jiang Gu Ling and Yi Dahang to fry a few dishes, and then pointing him to the pot of the hot pot. The bottom tone is good.

Frowning as he considered how much soy sauce to put in, Qian Mu forgot to be alert to the changes around him for the first time, so he didn't notice that Zhu Fu Jingguang and the other two looked at each other quietly, with warm smiles in each other's eyes.

After there was no disturbance, lunch was quickly settled, and the four of them went up to the top floor with side dishes and an electric hot pot.

Upstairs, there are two old men wearing pure black sunglasses, lying on the beach chairs side by side basking in the sun, very lazy and contented.

Four people: "..."

Qian Mu: "I suggest throwing the pot on their faces."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "Support."

Jiang Gu Ling: "Second, smash it now."

Date Hang: "Although I really want to support it, hot pot is more important. I suggest not to share a piece of meat with them."

"Unanimous vote."

The duo of sunglasses immediately took off their sunglasses when they heard the words, and rushed to grab the bowl in dissatisfaction: "We have nothing to do after the tables and chairs are set up, what's wrong with basking in the sun, no, today's beef rolls must be mine!"

The six top students in the police academy—the so-called hope of the future of the island nation and the executors of justice—are now just young people who can fight immediately after eating hot pot.

Qian Mu didn't know when he blended in.

In order to concentrate on eating, he learned to ignore Matsuda Jinhei and quarrel with Furutani Rei, shielded Hagiwara Kenji from talking while eating, and also mastered the skill of subconsciously responding when Zhu Fu Jingguang and Date Kou talked to him .

"Try the shiitake mushrooms, they taste so delicious after soaking in the soup."

"Ah."

"How do you feel after eating the cabbage? Is it a bit raw? Do you want to cook it again?"

"good."

"Huhu——It's so hot, I'm still eating hot pot under the sun at noon, and I'm starting to sweat all over. What do you think of Xiao Qianmu? Compare it with the ones sold outside. I personally feel that Jing's cooking skills..."

"..."

"Actually, I've never eaten this kind of hot pot before."

The five people who were arguing suddenly fell silent, as if subconsciously wanting to listen carefully.

In the last second, the vermicelli that Matsuda Jinpei barely lifted with the root of the spoon just broke off and smashed back into the bubbling clear soup. The side of the pot was sprinkled with vegetables that fell halfway, all because they stubbornly refused the chopsticks with the spoon end.

What a few self-inflicted fools.

Qian Mu's red pupils seemed to be blank for a moment, but soon became clear again.

As he recalled, he said slowly: "The most common hot pot is the bottom of the butter pot... Well, you can also understand it as spicy oil, first turn on the fire to melt the solidified fat, cook it into a red-black color, and the whole thing that floats It's a whole whole red chili pepper and various spices..."

"—Hiss, it sounds so spicy!"

Based on his description, the five islanders with low combat effectiveness imagined for a few seconds, and took a breath, as if they had been slurred by the heat.

"Huh, what you're talking about seems to be Huaguo hot pot? Just listening to it feels too greasy, Qianmu, you actually eat it like this—"

"I just know, I've never eaten it."

Qian Mu suddenly raised the corners of his lips: "I didn't grow up in an island country, you won't know it until now."

Five people:"…………"

The scene was very embarrassing for a while.

"You never said, how could we know!!!"

"Huh? Huh?? Could it be... Huaguo?!"

"Yuan Qianmu... You said it on purpose, just to see our expressions now! What secrets are you hiding, tell me all the truth!"

"Don't you want to dig by yourself? Come on, I'm looking forward to it."

Qian Mu remained motionless, leisurely picking up the green vegetables that had been whipped countless times in the pot...

Perhaps the sun is warm and there are no more accidents, and Zhu Fu Jingguang's cooking skills are indeed very good.

He is in a good mood.

Even if he got the celery that he hated the most but Jiang Gu Ling liked the most, he swallowed it without changing his face.

——Sure enough, it was unpalatable.