How to file a resignation with Gin

"It's not very similar." The doctor propped his chin and looked at Shuichi Akai's new image with great interest. "Mr. Akai has natural curly hair. It will be more similar if you straighten it."

Akai Hideichi asked, "What does that person look like?"

"I can't say." The doctor said, "It is estimated that there are no photos left, and all of them have been destroyed."

Then, it is a very important person, and there is a high probability that he has died now.Akai thought.After all, he is Hojo Natsuki's "ex-lover", and may also be a key figure wandering in the other world and the gray area.

Akai was fooled by the doctor to cut off his hair and bought some clothes and hats that did not match his usual style. The other party insisted on "medical ethics" and refused to disclose more information.

If it weren't for the prestige the doctor had accumulated at BSU, Akai would have already ignored the other party's advice and adopted other plans on his own.

"But it's almost the same, so let's leave it at that." The doctor was keenly aware of his low air pressure, so he didn't continue to pick and choose, "Next, wait."

"Wait?"

He nodded: "Wait for Mr. Xia Shu to find me."

The doctor folded the light purple receipt from the shopping just now and turned it into a paper crane. Even though the fingers were covered with bandages, their flexibility was not affected at all.

He stood the paper crane on the back of the chair.

"He will come."

……

Natsuki Hojo had a dream.

He often realizes that he is dreaming in a dream, but he can't wake up. He can only wait for the alarm clock to wake him up;

[Hojo Natsuki] in the dream often has no entity, and others can't see him, so he doesn't have the slightest sense of participation in what happens, like watching a movie.

Opening his eyes, he saw the familiar decoration style, and he immediately recognized it as the organization's training base.

【Hojo Natsuki】Standing by the window for a while, watching people walking around with cold eyes, and then went up to the second floor.

The door of the room is 212. A simple-designed storage box is nailed under the nameplate, and a beautiful dried flower is inserted in it.

He couldn't remember the origin of the dried flowers at all, but this should be a training camp in California.

Two adult males came from the entrance of the corridor, ignored [Hojo Natsuki] who was in a state of soul, and knocked on the door of room 212.

Ten seconds later, Xiao Xiashu opened the door.

At the age of twelve or thirteen, he had begun to have a handsome boyish outline, but there was still baby fat on his cheeks.

He was wearing transparent goggles, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he was not at all shy to the burly adult. He said dissatisfiedly: "Now is not study time, I have my own things to do."

"Riccard told us to take you away." One of them said, "It's a mission."

Rickard, the general manager of the youth training camp.

Xiao Xiashu was discouraged, took off the goggles and gloves, and obediently followed behind them.

The scene switched, and in the blink of an eye, Xiao Xiashu had already moved to the shooting range, standing with several young people and the trainers who managed the order.

At the other end stood a group of teenagers in shooting suits.

Xiao Xiashu developed late and was not tall, so he kept stepping on his feet and looking into the distance.

He seemed to see someone, his eyes froze for a moment, he bent his eyes and smiled... Then he stood obediently, turned his head and started to focus on the window.

[Hojo Natsuki] noticed that he was wearing a pair of earrings, with a square black zircon hanging under the silver ring.

Thoughtful, he touched his earlobe—the skin there had long since healed, leaving only dark dots, and he could feel fine lumps when he pinched it.

"The last training in the morning." Rickard turned slightly, out of sight, and said to a dozen teenagers in shooting suits, "For the benefit of the organization, you will meet your former comrades one day. Maybe a traitor, that's the worst thing to do; or maybe something else."

"In short, as long as the organization needs it, you must do it mercilessly, even with the best friends."

"—now, hit 'em."

"They" naturally refers to the group of people standing with Xiao Xiashu.

That's the boys' friend.

Another woman came to Rickard's side, her expression was cold, and she lowered her voice: "Forget about the others, you shouldn't involve Natsuki Hojo."

"It's ok."

"It doesn't matter?" The woman frowned, "How dare you call the person whom the gentleman asked for?"

"Don't worry, I'm fully responsible for the person I choose." Rickard stared at a silver-haired figure in the crowd, "That's already a pretty good sniper, there won't be any accidents."

The woman is just afraid of taking responsibility, and when she hears the other party say that, she no longer discourages her.

Who can get such an evaluation?

Following Rickard's gaze, [Hojo Natsuki] looked, and he saw——

Gin.

Wait...how could it be him? !

To be precise, it was fifteen or sixteen-year-old gin.

Juvenile Gin has short silver hair, which hides deep green eyes.He was tall and thin, with tight lips and a cautious expression.

[Natsuki Hojo] His pupils trembled, and he stared at the other party firmly, hoping to use this method to make more impressions on himself after waking up.

No one took the initiative to step forward, Ricard pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a malicious smile: "Either you shoot, or I will do it myself."

Silent.

A few minutes later, the teenagers in shooting suits were whispering.

"Quiet." Rickard showed dissatisfaction, his eyes wandered around among them, "You come first, Anthony."

The trainer at the other end of the shooting range responded and pushed a red-haired boy with small freckles to the white line in the center of the field.

The red-haired boy stood tremblingly, not daring to make a sound, but his lips were pale.

Anthony set up the gun without changing his face, aimed, and a series of movements were smooth and smooth, without even shaking his eyelids.

"boom--"

After the gunshot rang out, the red-haired boy also wailed while clutching the back of his hands.

"I, my wrist...!"

Anthony only smashed his watch, but the impact of the bullet also shattered his wrist bones.

The wailing red-haired boy next to the trainer carried away and pushed another person into the middle of the field.

This group of snipers should be the best in the same period, with very high psychological quality and shooting level; because the training requirement is only to "hit", the companions who were shooting targets basically suffered only minor injuries.

[Hojo Natsuki] has recovered from the short-term shock, quickly analyzed the current situation, and quietly lamented that it is an organization that can confidently come up with such inappropriate methods to train minors.

Rickard: "The Kurosawa Formation."

Finally, it was Xiao Xiashu's turn.

Compared with other trembling companions who were forced to be carried by the trainer, his posture can be called a walk in the garden.

Xiao Xiashu walked towards the white line, and smiled heartlessly at Kurosawa who was holding a gun, with deep dimples on his cheeks.

Before the others could stand still, Kurosawa had already fired.

"boom--"

The zircon earrings shattered.

And Xiao Xiashu himself was not damaged at all.

Rickard showed approval, and cast a slightly smug look at the woman.

The woman with a tense face and closely observing the scene was finally relieved, and warned in a low voice: "There will be no next time."

This concludes the morning training.

【Hojo Natsuki】Following the crowd to the door, I saw Xiao Natsuki and Kurosawa Jin sitting side by side on the edge of the flower bed.

He covered his earlobe with one hand, and held the remains of the shattered earring in the palm of the other.

"Ah Zhen." He blinked and complained, "My skin is scratched."

Kurosawa lowered his eyes and said softly, "Sorry."

"I'm not angry."

"……Oh."

[Hojo Natsuki] Still shaking his pupils... He knew Gin before, but he could accept it, but did he dare to call him "Gin-chan"?

Kurosawa paused, and asked, "It hurts?"

Xiao Xiashu nodded seriously, dragging out her voice, as if she was being coquettish: "Yes, it hurts so much——"

So Kurosawa fell silent, with an imperceptible tension on his expression.

"Don't worry, the bleeding is gone, but I still feel a little burnt." Xiao Xiashu stuffed a tissue into his pocket, turned his head to take off the other earring, and said with a smile, "Ah Zhen, come here. "

Kurosawa followed suit, moved his lower body slightly, and moved closer.

He and Xiao Xia Shu looked at each other for a few seconds, then quickly looked away.

In the dream, the sun was shining brightly, illuminating his gloomy green eyes into the luxuriant spring.

Xiao Xiashu pinched the earring, and with a little force, nailed the earpin to his earlobe.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Kurosawa's expression remained motionless, and he looked back at him for no reason, as if asking silently.

"Now we're even." Xia Shu smiled, "This is for Ah Zhen."

Kurosawa lowered his eyes: "...Oh."

"Do you know what I was thinking just now?" Natsuki asked, "When Ricard just said 'shoot them' request."

Kurosawa returned a cold look and did not speak.

"I thought he wanted you to kill your friends. So I thought at first, then I might have a chance to survive, because my heart is a circle smaller than normal people, and it is more to the left, which is aligned with the position of ordinary people's hearts. A gun can't kill me."

Xia Shu shook her white calf and smiled like a triumphant puppy.

"The scientific name is small heart syndrome."

Kurosawa Jin's usual indifferent expression revealed a bit of nervousness: "...what will happen?"

"Don't worry, there are no sequelae except that the amount of blood transfusion cannot keep up and the exercise ability will be poor."

Xia Shu blinked at him, stretched out his arm to catch his hand, and pressed it on his left chest without any explanation, "Do you want to touch it?... Except for the position to the left and the smaller shape, it is similar to Just like normal people."

Kurosawa was expressionless: "I don't want to touch it."

But he didn't withdraw his hand.

Under his palm, Xia Shu's heartbeat was transmitted through the flesh and ribs.

Boom, boom.

It's getting faster.

"Now you know." Xia Shu is still joking with interest, "If you have this kind of training next time, remember to miss it a bit. I want to live to be 80 years old and sit in a Gundam wheelchair. If I die, I will have nothing La."

Kurosawa's eyes were fixed on him, his pupils were cold green, cold and silent.

"It won't happen again."

He lowered his voice, the second half of the sentence was inaudible, and it was blown in the wind as soon as he spoke.

"……I promise."