How to file a resignation with Gin

Hojo Natsuki turned off the old mobile phone expressionlessly, he would never admit that he was a dog licker.

Looking at the remark he had given to Ginjiu [Injustice Boss], he immediately felt that his spirit had won, and his mood calmed down.

Very well, 15-year-old Natsuki Hojo is Kurosawa Jin's little licking dog, what does it have to do with him?A person grows, he has been reborn.

When he was about to close the interface, Natsuki Hojo suddenly thought of something and opened the forum.

Sure enough, the different-dimensional products can also be used without networking, which can pass some time.

[Soap Bubbles]: What's the matter, I haven't heard from you all day (maomao probe)

[Soap Bubbles]: Did you sleep him?How does it feel?

[Soap Bubbles]: Wow, no news for three days, I understand, it’s because you couldn’t get out of bed

[Soap Bubbles]: It’s okay, it’s great if you fail at 1 and get killed... Poof

Xia Shu: "..."

This man really can't open the pot and lift the pot.

He typed ruthlessly: [something happened a few days ago, not online]

Just as he was about to brag about himself against his conscience, the news of [Soap Bubbles] came back in seconds.

[Soap Bubbles]: Ah, ah, treasure, you are here!Can you and your friend make a love letter boy group qwq (kneel down)

[Soap Bubbles]: As soon as the new main story line comes out, the front page is full of young tame dyed food, but there are no high-quality cosplays. hang us for a long time

[Soap Bubbles]: Let me share with you some of my most recent meals

[Soap Bubbles]: [(Love Letter/Output) He came to listen to my concert, a young tame paro in the entertainment circle]

[Soap Bubbles]: [(Love Letter/Output) Because you fell in love with the whole late summer/young tame paro]

Hojo Natsuki smelled the experience of rubbing heat and water. Looking at the experience bar halfway through, he couldn't help being moved, and his sinful hand immediately reached out to the old mobile phone.Of course, he has made magical changes to all the smart products he uses. Although there is no internet, he can share photos to this new phone via Bluetooth with just one click.

But she said: "No one has seen the big brother in his teenage years"...and the schoolbag.

As if being forced to share the treasured and unique things with others, Hojo Natsuki felt inexplicably reluctant, and his fingers hovered over the buttons, unable to let go.

He hesitated for a long time, until the screen turned off automatically, but he didn't realize it, and finally chose a compromise method - posting photos of himself from the past.

As a homo who considers himself a straight man, he naturally didn't take selfies of posing, only some photos taken by others, and a few ID photos.

It was taken before the application season. The young man looked at the camera with ease, smiling at the end of his eyes, and his youthful spirit overflowed from the boxy corners.

[Love Letter/Output] Natsuki Hojo is 15 years old

【The original poster | Ice American Righteous Way: (Photo.jpg)】

[1L: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah]

[2L: wife wife wife qwq]

[3L: Ice American teacher really... The schoolbag of the love letter and tame literature suddenly has a face...]

[4L: I'm dead, help me]

[5L: @琴酒, big brother, your wife is really great]

【6L: @Brother, you are really punished】

[7L: Another day when I suspect that the American-style teacher is the schoolbag himself]

Because of boredom, Natsuki Hojo went down one by one, the floor went up, and the familiar madness came again...

[153L: I can, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’ve got social insurance, I really don’t have a single drop of it, the glass of the whole building was shattered by myself, and the sound of my chicken crowing was so loud that the aunt next door thought it was my mother who ran a chicken farm. Looking at me, I deeply felt that I had broken my brain and forced me into the hospital. Even more than a dozen security guards in the hospital could not hold my trembling body. Five or six sister nurses covered my mouth so that my voice would not disturb the hospital. The glass is also shattered]

Xia Shu: "..."

[208L: Seeing this picture is not stupid, it's just a bunch of lazy dogs, trash, rotten fish and rotten shrimps, evaders sleeping in the empty space, flatterers half-drunk in the reality of life He is a low-headed family who does not look up when the pie falls in the sky, a dude who sings and sings every night, a playful dog who loses his mind, and a cockroach that exists like a mouse crossing the street. 】

Xia Shu: "..."

Forget it, watching these people go crazy is better than chatting with soap bubbles...

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Xia Shu: "?"

It's only been 5 minutes, right?

He closed the phone expressionlessly, completely losing the desire to check the forum; but judging by the reply speed, it should be upgraded in a few days.

American Airlines’ meals were not too bad. The spinach cheese cake tasted a bit weird. Xia Shu took a few bites and went to sleep. When he woke up again, he had already returned to the territory.

He went back to the safe room to store his luggage, and then dealt with work all night, and the next day came soon.

The doctor's private clinic is on the second floor of a small building, and the outer edge of the wall is covered with green vines, which adds a bit of rustic charm to this old building.It stands among the high-end buildings in the CBD, which seems somewhat out of place.

The front desk assistant was not there, Hojo Natsuki pushed the door in, and there were already two cups of coffee on the table.

"Sit down, please," said the doctor.

He slid the chair, moved himself back from the window, crossed his hands on his chin, and asked, "How have you been?"

Before boarding the plane, Hojo Natsuki felt that he must tie up this man and tie him to a cross for interrogation.

However, at this moment, he slightly raised his eyebrows, stared at the other party's unwavering face, and sat down with a black thin windbreaker coat, smiling and saying, "Not bad."

The fact that Shuji Tsushima is a doctor has already been settled in Xia Shu's mind, and there is basically no room for reversal.

It's not like he hasn't interrogated doctors in the past, and the other party would just say "no comment" with a playful face, or bring it along as a joke.

Partly because he didn't want to talk, and partly because...he couldn't.

Since you are a player, you will definitely be bound by the rules of the game.

Hojo Natsuki looked at his appearance carefully, he actually couldn't remember what Shuji Tsushima looked like - for his extraordinary memory, this in itself was abnormal enough.The doctor looks very ordinary, and if you throw it in the crowd, you will not be able to recognize the general appearance for a second.

The pair of iris-colored eyes hanging on the face is worthy of a look of eagerness.

"Doctor," he said, "do you like playing games?"

The doctor tilted his head, leaning his face against the back of his palm: "Occasionally."

"For example, what genre, role-playing?"

"Wow, that sounds lecherous. I didn't expect you to be such a Natsuki-kun."

Xia Shu: "?"

"Just kidding." The doctor laughed, "I'm not interested in most of the games, they're boring, aren't they?"

Yep, Natsuki thought, most of the games on the market are that boring.

How many variants can be simulated by the established procedures and rules can be known after a little calculation of this kind of thing.

In this regard, Natsuki thinks that he and the doctor—that is, Tsushima—are coherent.He hates Tsushima always telling riddles, and also hates the trouble he caused by committing suicide when he has nothing to do, and destroys his original plan without authorization when he acts, but they can become friends, there are always some similarities in thought.

So on the plane, he thought about why Tsushima died for a long time. Hundreds of possible permutations and combinations of conspiracy theories disturbed him.

Xia Shu lay down, covered with the blanket handed by the stewardess, and suddenly thought: Maybe that guy just thought it was fun.

For a wise man, "fun" is the highest toy.

【The way Natsuki-kun wants to prove that I'm not undercover is fun, and the way he hesitates before shooting me is super funny. 】

Most importantly, when 'Shuji Tsushima' died, Natsuki Hojo would have an uncontrollable fear of gin.This is unavoidable. The disparity in strength between the two sides made Xia Shu have to be a little jealous of Gin, and it was inevitable that a rift would appear in their relationship after Tsushima died at the hands of Gin.

Shuji Tsushima just wants to play.

So, what was the reason for tearing off the last ID card and approaching him again as a psychiatrist?

The same trick doesn't work a second time.

"Yes, it's boring." Hojo Natsuki affirmed his statement, and then stated calmly, "I have a boyfriend now."

The doctor showed a gentle and routine smile, as if he had guessed that he would say: "Congratulations. What kind of person?"

"It's Gin." Xia Shu didn't intend to hide the well-known answer from each other, "I haven't remembered the past, but I'm sure that person is him."

The doctor's smile remained the same: "Congratulations, then, it will be just around the corner to retrieve my memory. Recently, I participated in an international brain science..."

Hojo Natsuki interrupted him: "No."

Doctor: "What's wrong?"

"I don't think I lost my memory for some reason." He stared at the doctor closely, trying to see something from his calm face, "It's the active stripping."

The doctor paused, his expression unchanged: "It's a good idea, why do you think so?"

Hojo Natsuki leaned back, curling the corners of his mouth leisurely: "Because I know too much."

He looked through the previous news records, and the last one he gave to Kuisawa Zhen was: [Ah Zhen!I seem to know a very, very important event! ! ! 】

Thinking about it a little more, it is nothing more than the semi-finished product of the [Laplace Demon]—or the complete body, by the young Xia Shu, who discovered something beyond the rules, and then was forced or voluntarily lost his memory.

If the world is really a game, Hojo Natsuki thought, it would trade with himself.

Because the rules are a relative matter, the game serves the players, and at the same time takes care of the NPCs who maintain the normal operation of the game; game players cannot dominate everything beyond life and death, and NPCs are not completely tool people.

This was just Hojo Natsuki's guess, looking at the doctor's expression, he couldn't find out more... Perhaps, the doctor didn't know much about this matter.

"Xia Shu-kun." The doctor started another topic, "If you get something very precious and important, and many people want to take it from you, how will you protect it?"

"Something in the physical sense?"

"Ah."

Hojo Natsuki really didn't expect the other party to ask such a strange question, he was stunned for a moment, and then twitched the corner of his mouth: "Hmm... find a box to put it in first?"

He wanted to laugh a little after he finished speaking, what kind of nonsense is this talking about?

However, the doctor affirmed him in the next second.

"Bingo." The doctor applauded slowly, "Of course I found a safe box to put it in. As for how big or beautiful the box is, it depends on the importance of the things. Well, I also understand Xia Shu-jun's question, here you go a suggestion."

He said: "Things that often appear around you, but you have rarely tried, go try it, maybe you will be pleasantly surprised."

Xia Shu: "...?"

After saying this, the doctor refused to reveal another word, and answered all of Xia Shu's confusions with an impeccable smile.

Hojo Natsuki could only walk out of the gate with this riddle in his mouth, wandering in the street with a blank face; the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he really hated riddlers who spoke in secret.

"Drip-"

You got news.

Before Xia Shu left, he sent a text message to Matsuda, asking him when he would be free to have a meal together. The other party may have just finished a phase of work and did not reply until two hours later.

【Matsuda: Are you back?Do you want to go out for a drink at night, there is a new bar in Shibuya, the environment is very good]

【Matsuda: Oh no, you are allergic to alcohol】

Xia Shu stared at the text message and suddenly realized.

... It's wine!

He immediately set off to buy, and decisively chose the latter among low-alcohol fruit wine and spirits, and bought soft drinks such as Coke and orange juice at a nearby convenience store.

Back in the safe room, Xia Shu took out the allergy medicine, quick alarm and measuring cup, put them neatly on the coffee table, and calculated the alcohol content with a scientific attitude... As for why not just buy industrial alcohol, it is because since you need It's better to find something with a better taste after drinking such a nasty thing.

Hojo Natsuki is quite sensitive to alcohol. At a certain party, a quarter of a can of beer could cause him to have a moderate allergic reaction.

Roughly calculated, whiskey mixed with soft drinks, a small glass has the alcohol content of a can of 500ml beer.

He pinched his nose and swallowed it in one gulp.

The wine rolled down his throat, and the pungent feeling rushed straight to the top of the sky, and Hojo Natsuki coughed a few mouthfuls due to choking.

Stomach starts to get hot.

He opened the tin foil medicine board, squeezed the alarm, and waited for the alcohol to take effect.

It didn't take long for the heat to spread from the stomach to the limbs.The brain began to be inexplicably excited, but the retina was a little blurred, and the imaging speed slowed down.

Nausea, nausea, shortness of breath, itchy skin...

The pain is still within tolerable range.

Hojo Natsuki drank another cup, praying that he would not die like this.

He sucked in the air like a fish.

The heart is overloaded, the chest is throbbing, and the world I see begins to blur...

"—just an allergy."

Kurosawa Jin's expressionless face appeared in front of his eyes, and his lips opened and closed, speaking harsh words.

"It's not dead."

[But, it's really hard.itchy. 】

"Just wait, don't catch me." He said lightly, "Don't touch alcohol in the future, no one is allowed to drink."

[I just felt like I couldn't breathe. 】

"Ah."

[Throat, uncomfortable.It takes a lot of effort to speak.You talk to me. 】

Kurosawa glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Then shut up."

【…】

"Don't look at me, close your eyes."

Fierce, totally unreasonable.

[...Too much. 】

……

Hojo Natsuki pinched his palm with his fingertips and woke up - just now, some memory fragments belonging to him suddenly came back.This flash of thought made him ecstatic, and he mixed some wine and took a deep breath.

It turned out to be wine.

He endured the discomfort, drank another half cup, and took a short rest.

At that time, he thought that Gin was Kurosawa, part of the reason was that the other party would help him block the wine quietly.

He would also stop the cup that he pretended to put on his lips, and said in a low tone: "If you miss, drink it."

...is as awkward as ever.

Hojo Natsuki smiled, and was about to drink the remaining half of the glass when a voice suddenly came from the entrance.

"--What are you doing?"

As low as a cello, but with unrefined anger.

Xia Shu was startled and raised his eyes.

"Drink." He suddenly felt guilty, and quickly explained in a low voice, "But it's not for death..."

The silver-haired man walked towards him, snatched the wine glass, and poured it on the floor—it looked more like he wanted to splash it in Natsuki's face, but he held back.

Qin Jiu's brows and eyes seemed to have condensed a layer of frost, and his mouth was also cold: "It's faster to jump down here if you want to die."

He got up, and swept the wine bottles on the table to the ground with his hand, and the crystal liquid gurgled out from the mouth of the bottles; when he turned back, he had an extra glass of water in his hand.

Gin squeezed his jaw, forcing him to look up, then poured water and allergy medicine into his mouth.

Xia Shu: "Cough...cough cough..."

Because of this rough action, he coughed earth-shatteringly.

Appreciating his embarrassment, the other party seemed to have calmed down a little, and asked in a cold voice: "Explain."

Hojo Natsuki hugged his knees and curled himself up, feeling somewhat wronged in his heart: "I tried it, drinking can remind me of some forgotten things."

Qin Jiu naturally knew what he was referring to, and said blankly: "If you forget it, forget it."

"I want to remember," he said.

"You haven't died after forgetting it for so long." Qin Jiu sneered, shaking out a newspaper casually, "I'll come back later, but I'll find a dead body."

"No." Xia Shu retorted, lowering his head, "...Only you remember, isn't it fair to you?"

Gin's fingers holding the newspaper slowly tightened, forming a few wrinkles, noncommittal.

He didn't speak, so Hojo Natsuki didn't dare to continue to argue.

After a while, the medicine took effect and gradually eased the pain caused by the allergy.

However, the brain became more and more dizzy due to the belated alcohol, and he had a headache, and his whole body felt light, as if he was about to fly.

Xia Shu still hugged his knees, quietly observing Qin Jiu's expression, trying to judge the other party's affairs, but immediately noticed something else.

The other party took off his coat, and put on a thin shirt to outline the muscle lines, his fingers were clearly knuckles, and blue blood vessels were hidden on the back of his pale palms.

Xia Shu's heart beat faster, and finally An Sheng's wisdom teeth began to hurt.

It really is a ghost.

He patted his cheek.No pain.

Gin raised his eyes and glanced at him casually.

Xia Shu's eyes drifted wildly in the air, and he didn't dare to meet his eyes.

So the other party came over, stared at him for a while, and laughed playfully, "...huh?"

Xia Shu: "..."

"Don't dare to look at me."

He came to this conclusion, and approached it a little closer, rubbed the bridge of his clear nose against Xia Shu's cheek, and said in an intimate tone, "Why, do you want me to hug you?"