How to file a resignation with Gin

[Hojo Natsuki] stood on the roof, ready to jump off the building.

He is very repulsive to suicide, and just thinking of this word will make him feel tired for no reason.

But Xiao Xiashu took a mouthful of "gin sauce", and the gin still responded silently. This fact really impacted the world view.

【Hojo Natsuki】Accept incompetence and decide to die.

If you die in a dream, you should wake up, right?

Thinking of this, he jumped down without any burden, but immediately fell into a colorful tunnel with mottled light and shadow.

The film image was like running water, gurgling past his pupils.

Time goes back to the first time Xiao Xiashu saw Gin.

The silver-haired boy raised his jaw slightly: "The Kurosawa formation."

Xia Shu was fiddling with the programming four-wheel drive, nodded and said, "Hmm... Ah Zhen?"

"...Don't call me that, disgusting."

Xia Shu was not annoyed, he lowered his head to the tablet and operated it cracklingly. The track of the four-wheel-drive vehicle in the shape of a tank gurgled and turned, and stopped automatically when it hit Jin Kurosawa's leather boots.

The top turret door moved away, and a black barrel extended, aiming at his eyes.

Kurosawa was expressionless.

"boom."

A small white daisy bloomed from the muzzle of the gun.

"Finally someone is playing with me." Xiao Xia Shu held her face happily and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you."

But their relationship is still stiff. Most likely, Xia Shu approached Kurosawa Jin unilaterally and invited him to experience his new black technology; he is very good at making some products that seem useful but are useless, such as an automatic hair dryer that frees hands.

Jin Kurosawa refused to put his head in the eggshell dryer with the smiley face on it.

"I'll dry it myself," he said. "Get out."

"Come and try." Xia Shu invited graciously, "It's really fast and convenient, and further thinking, in case Ah Zhen grows long hair in the future—"

The other party's response was to decisively close the door.

Xia Shu dropped his smile, showing a slightly frustrated expression, even the expression painted with Gundam paint on the shell seemed to be mocking him.

He knocked on the alloy shell with his fingers, and said dejectedly, "...that's fine."

Xia Shu hugged it and left. After a while, he turned back as if he was competing with someone, and left the big round eggshell at the door of Kuisawazhen's room.

The screen stops outside the gate of Kurosawa Array.

After a few minutes, [Hojo Natsuki] saw the door was gently pushed open a small crack.

Kurosawa glanced at the ugly eggshell on the ground with distaste, bent down and took it into the house.

Besides, they chat a lot.

Of course, it was Xia Shu who was unilaterally looking for topics, and Kurosawa Jin was perfunctory, never taking the initiative to say anything to him, listening silently most of the time, and only interrupting when the other party made things too outrageous .

The relationship shift begins when Natsuki gives him something.

"A gift for you." He pushed the box in front of the other party, "Guess."

Kurosawa: "...what?"

Xia Shu didn't show off, and lifted the lid directly: "——It's a gun!"

Beretta M92F.

The metal shell quietly reflects the cold light under the ceiling light.

Kurosawa immediately held his breath, opened his eyes slightly, and showed a rare hint of surprise and confusion.

His blank expression stunned [Hojo Natsuki] who was watching for a while—he suddenly realized that Kurosawa Jin seems to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.

The [A Zhen] that Xia Shu knew this year was not the indistinguishable, decisive Qinjiu.

Kurosawa rolled his Adam's apple lightly, and took out the gun from the box.

It was a new-generation standard pistol launched by the US military that year, and it was not very special.

"Ah Zhen has always wanted a gun of his own." Xia Shu observed his reaction, "But there are no bullets, and the base doesn't allow it, you know."

Kurosawa Jin glued his eyes to the gun, laughed casually, and said in a steady tone, "Sooner or later."

Xia Shu stared at him, blinking quickly.

Kurosawa: "What's wrong?"

Xia Shu clenched his fists and tapped his palms, as if he had discovered something serious, he nodded to himself and said, "It turns out that Ah Zhen also laughs fiercely, so scary."

Kurosawa: "...Get lost."

He fiddled with the gun for a while, seemingly unintentionally asking, "Where did you get it?"

"Chivas asked me to help with a demo, and I did a good job. He promised to give me something, and I didn't have anything in particular."

But thinking of Kurosawa Jin's focused and eager expression when he stared at the picture of the gun, Xia Shu swallowed the "I don't need" that had reached his throat, and changed his words to say that he wanted the best pistol available at the moment.

Chivas Regal thought that he had become interested in the structure of firearms, and without asking further, gave him a brand new Beretta on the spot.

Kurosawa was alert: "What kind of demo?"

Xia Shu thought for a while, and explained as simply as possible: "It's almost an intelligent program that predicts the future, and it has something to do with my parents' research."

After the brief explanation, Kurosawa Jin, who was in a good mood, fell silent.

After a while, he stared at Xia Shu with sharp green eyes, and said seriously but softly: "Don't continue."

"What?" Xia Shu paused, "...you mean, that program?"

"Ah."

"Theoretically, it's impossible." Xia Shu said, "Existing algorithms can only simulate thousands of possibilities based on the existing situation and conditions, including accidents; but even if some accidents are observed in advance, the ensuing The butterfly effect will overturn all the rest. I tend to infer that such a program can only exist in the concept of physics to infer cosmic events from the position and momentum of each atom..."

Kurosawa listened patiently to his analysis on physics, science and theology, and repeated that sentence again.

"Don't go on."

Xia Shu choked up suddenly: "...Okay, okay."

Half a year later, Xia Shu and Kurosawa Jin moved to California together.

The organization invites top talents in different fields to teach the reserve researchers in the base. A group of teenagers with high IQ are either orphans or the second generation of the organization.

Geniuses are somewhat eccentric, but Xia Shu has a rare good temper and quickly made friends.

"Xia Shu, Kurosawa looks so gloomy." The new friend asked in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid of him?"

Xia Shu: "It's okay."

"Do you communicate?"

"of course."

"He won't take the initiative to chat with you."

"Will do."

"……Really?"

Kurosawa Zhen happened to appear at the entrance of the corridor.

Xia Shu, who brags and doesn't write drafts, suddenly feels guilty: "...D-of course it's true."

Fortunately, Kurosawa Jin didn't seem to notice him, and Xia Shu quickly regained his confidence.

"Ah Zhen is easy to understand." He analyzed it logically, "For example, when he purses his lips, if he frowns at the same time, it is pretending to be unhappy. Usually, he is in a good mood and just doesn't want me to find out that he is still satisfied. ..."

My friend was full of question marks when he heard it, and thought that Kurosawa Jin's expression was not only about wanting to kill, but also preparing to kill, how could there be such a variety of changes?

But he couldn't bear to interrupt the eloquent Xia Shu, so he could only deal with it face to face.

"Uh, as for Ah Zhen's anger." Xia Shu frowned, and gestured rather abstractly, "It's just..."

Half the aisle away, Kurosawa caught a glimpse of Xia Shu and his friends when he turned a corner, and his eyes stopped for a moment, showing no emotion.

Xia Shu was terrified: "...that's the expression! He's angry."

His friend was more terrified than him: "...!!!"

Xia Shu wondered: "Why?"

[Hojo Natsuki] looked at the back of the two leaving side by side expressionlessly, digesting the huge amount of information alone.

It was clearly a dream, but it was no different from going to jail.

He began to be thankful that he would forget all this when he woke up.

Like the ink smudged on the rice paper, the picture freezes in an instant, with waves and darkness.

When his vision was restored, the location in front of him had shifted to Japan.

A medium-sized orphanage, with a newly engraved bronze plaque hanging at the door, the courtyard is full of laughter.

Welfare homes invested by organizations. 【Hojo Natsuki】Searching for relevant memories in the brain.In order to select smart children with a clean background, the organization has funded many orphans and made real efforts in charity.

Probably for a certain task, Xiao Xiashu pretended to be a young volunteer who regularly came to the orphanage to send love for social practice credits.

At this time, Xia Shu should be fourteen or fifteen years old, and his stature is starting to twitch. The children compete with each other for "who will play hide-and-seek with brother Xia Shu".

He smiled helplessly, and turned his help-seeking gaze to the dean who was hunched over and watching all this with a smile.

The dean joked: "Will you feel troubled if you are too popular? Who would Xia Shu want to play with more?"

The children suddenly shouted more happily.

"Of course it is me!"

"That's not right—Yumi is a girl, no matter how you look at it, I'm the better one!"

"What's wrong with the girls!"

"That's it!"

Xia Shu sighed: "... Mr. Nohara."

Seeing that he was really embarrassed, the dean clapped his hands, and the classroom finally became quiet.

"Children, there will be other volunteers coming to play with everyone in the afternoon."

The children were immediately attracted by this incident, and Xia Shu was able to escape.

He approached the dean and asked casually, "How many people are coming this afternoon?"

"Two." The dean handed him two application forms, "Both are boys, about the same age as you, thank you Xia Shu for guiding them."

Xia Shu struggled to decipher the handwriting that looked like a dog crawling, and read the name of the person on the first one: "...Matsuda Jinpei?"