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Kudo Shinichi realized that he had lost his composure.

It's just too bad.

If he didn't think wrongly, he was really unhappy because Xue Chuanlin didn't watch his game, but after careful study, he felt absurd.

Why should I be angry because others don't watch my game? That is obviously personal freedom, and it is completely reasonable for Yukikawa Rin, who is not close to him.

Now this inexplicable questioning is his fault.

He became a little embarrassed, and changed the subject with a dry smile in the next second.

"Iced coffee? Iced coffee is fine. I like it quite a bit. Do you have any dessert recommendations in your shop? Ah, it doesn't have to be very sweet, it's a little sour."

"Perhaps, lemon pie?"

This was an obvious and blunt change of subject, but the girl had a clear and soft voice, raised her eyes and asked him seriously, completely following his topic, and she still had such a candid appearance.

This sentence is familiar.

It's the lemon pie related to Yukikawa Rin's friend, and it's the lemon pie that I once asked him if he liked it because he looked like that friend.

Kudo Shinichi frowned, his face darkened again, and the uneasiness of questioning in his heart turned into another kind of oppressive dullness.

Another perceived resemblance to that friend of hers?

Helplessness, unwillingness, jealousy, all negative emotions were quietly growing. The detective boy with strong self-control lowered his eyes and drowned them silently. He answered with a suppressed smile.

"can."

After ordering, Kudo Shinichi also turned around and walked towards the football team. At this moment, Yukikawa Rin slowly let go of the hand he had been clenched all along, and looked down at the palm that was scratching because of restraint. bloodstains.

Almost.

It's almost confusing again.

When the young man questioned those words, she felt as if her heart had fallen from the sky, but landed steadily on the extremely soft cloud below.

I went to see it.

She responded like this in her heart, because she instinctively wanted to tell him, and even more wanted to let him know the emotions that she didn't even know clearly.

She wanted to be honest and serious, but she was extremely careful, she clenched her hands and restrained herself, swallowing her words.

but.

If it is confusing, is there something wrong with it?

That friend of hers is always warm and reliable, and will not show such childish unwillingness and grievance.

Yes, it is more appropriate to say that it is a kind of grievance than a questioning.

The next second, she felt that her idea was a little too ridiculous, how could he be wronged, and how could she be wronged because of herself.

He is clearly such a dazzling existence, just like that friend.

When the waiter brought the lemon pie, Kudo Shinichi actually didn't want to eat it, not because he didn't like it, but because he felt that eating it meant some kind of submission, and he was similar to Yukikawa Rin's friend.

It must be because of self-esteem, for things similar to Yukikawa Rin's friend, it always sticks in his heart like a thorn, and then it grows bitter stems and leaves.

"Kudou, if you don't want to eat this, I will eat it?" Kanou Nomura who was sitting next to him said.

Kudo Shinichi hesitated for a while but before he had time to respond, Nomura Kanade scooped up half of it with a fork and put it in his mouth, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Oh, this is the taste of delicious lemon pie. It's really Rin's craftsmanship."

Kudo Shinichi was taken aback for a moment, looked at the sweet and attractive lemon pie, and asked in a low voice, "Made by Xuechuan?"

"That's right, Rin used to make some simple desserts in this coffee shop. Recently, the dessert chef in the shop was injured and asked for leave, so she made the desserts for her." Nomura Kanade raised his eyebrows and smiled, and stretched out his hands thinking Take another spoonful.

Kudo Shinichi immediately bent down to remove the lemon pie, looked sideways at Nomura Kou, his raised blue pupils flashed a bit cold, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"I'm sorry senior, I can eat this myself."

Nomura Kou was a little surprised, he didn't say anything more, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit stiff, and the sweet and greasy fermentation in his mouth made him feel bitter for no reason.

As far as he knew, Rin had never made lemon pie, and when ordering, he would only politely explain what he hadn't made, because the first attempt was accompanied by the risk of unpalatable taste.

From this point of view, Rin is still special to Kudo Shinichi, whether it is attention or needs, he will be special because he is Kudo Shinichi.

Nomura Kanaru looked at Kudo Shinichi who was tasting the lemon pie again, and he was really jealous that the person in front of him was similar to Rin's friend. If the similarity could be imitated, then could he be someone close to her? ?

At this moment, Kudo Shinichi picked up the phone and his expression became serious. He thought he had received some case. After explaining to everyone that he was going to leave first, he took a sip of iced coffee and walked out with a lemon pie .

With a straight posture, he walked straight past the counter, glanced lightly over Xue Chuanlin who bowed his head, and quickly left with the crisp wind chimes.

There seemed to be a sweet and sour smell in the air, the lemon pie was still the boy holding the lemon pie.

Sure enough, lemon pie goes well with him.Yukikawa Rin thought.

In fact, the matter about lemon pie has nothing to do with that friend, it was just because she blurted out after smelling the boy's scent at close range.

It was like a lemon, with a fresh and sour taste, but Yukikawa Rin seemed to feel slightly sweet, just like the lemon pie that the pastry chef would make before. Addictively sweet, that must be right for him.

From the corner of her eye, she saw that the boy was also holding a lemon pie when he left, but he remembered to take the lemon pie before finishing his iced coffee. Sure enough, her guess was right, he really liked lemon pie.

However, I don’t know if the lemon pie I just made is good. Although I have tried it a few times before, it seems that it is not as good as the pastry chef. I don’t know if Kudo-san will be disappointed after eating it, ah, will it be You'll think you're playing tricks on him or something.

"cold."

When Yukikawa Rin was caught in her own guesses, other people's voices pulled her back to reality. She raised her face lightly, looked at Nomura Kanao who always showed her ardent love for her, and smiled politely back.

"Let's go, see you tomorrow." Nomura Kou leaned close to her and said.

Xue Chuanlin backed away the moment the other party approached, nodded and said with a smile:

"Okay, welcome next time."

Nomura Zuo hesitated to speak, but did not leave immediately. The football players next to him urged him to leave without saying anything, leaving Nomura Zuo alone.

"Senior, is there anything else?" Xue Chuanlin raised his eyebrows and looked at Nomura Kou.

Nomura Kanade clenched his fists, and said in a somewhat humble tone:

"Rin, I want to know how Kudo resembles that friend of yours. There are so many similar people in the world. Don't always look at him like that. I'm really afraid that you will fall in love with him."

Xue Chuanlin frowned. Although she looked at a loss on her face, she hated people talking about that friend in her heart. She didn't think those people were qualified to talk about him.

"Rin, if you really like Kudo, then..." Nomura Kanade's eyes were gloomy, and he said the following words slowly, "What is your dead friend?"

He was obviously using aggressive tactics, even a bit oppressive, and precisely stepped on the point Xue Chuanlin cared about.

"To shut up!"

What he confides is only two words, and under the trembling voice, there seems to be a huge depression hidden.

It was Xue Chuanlin's thunder point, and it could even be said to be Ni Lin. She clenched her hand tremblingly, and stretched out her hand to tightly cover her eyes, or grabbed some hair and skin, and used it secretly. Strength has the meaning of self-punishment.

She kept her head down, and Nomura Kano didn't see all those gaffes. In the eyes of Nomura Kano now, she also thinks that she is angry.

He was a little flustered, and explained: "Rin, don't be angry, I just think you may not be able to tell what's in your heart, if you really like Kudo..."

"I won't like Kudo Shinichi."

Yukikawa Rin said these words coldly, quickly and surely, without raising his head, or even giving any extra explanations, just calmly said the answer Nomura Kanade wanted.

Nomura Kou felt that he should be happy, but he only felt that he could not breathe because of the terrible hostility around him. He had no time to think about it, and said goodbye to Yukikawa Rin with an embarrassed smile.

Meeting the football players outside, he walked last, took out the cell phone that had been secretly hidden just now, and sent the recording of the conversation with Rin to Kudo Shinichi.

Yes, he just wanted Kudo Shinichi to know that he was just a stand-in who didn't deserve Rin's liking, no, he wasn't even a stand-in, and didn't deserve Rin's special treatment at all.

A few minutes after sending the message, Nomura Kanaru received a call from Kudo Shinichi. He raised his eyebrows, and he could imagine how outraged Kudo Shinichi should be, but he answered it with a smile and a victorious attitude. Telephone.

On the other end of the phone, the boy said hurriedly:

"Xue Chuan, is she alright?"

Contrary to expectations, instead of questioning why, or venting how it is possible, or even scolding Rin or something, Kudo Shinichi first asked if Rin was okay.

Nomura Kanade seemed to realize something, his face changed slightly, but on the other hand, he felt that it was extremely absurd, trying to maintain the victor's posture with a little trembling, he smiled:

"What can Rin do? Of course she works in a coffee shop. What can happen? You should know what your relationship is with her, right? What right do you have to worry about her?"

"Bastard, can't you hear me!"

On the other end of the phone, the boy's usually clear voice was full of anger, and the curse words were full of irritability, but in the next sentence, he mixed in a little worry and softness.

"Her voice is obviously so sad."