Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

Nagai Mitsuru hugged his knees and waited at the convenience store door until dark.

Mao Lilan and Conan couldn't bear it any longer, so they walked over to Nagai Hikaru and said, "Ms. Nagai, how about we take you to the hospital, or help you contact Fukuda's agent?"

"No! I won't go back." Nagai Hikaru's voice was a little muffled through the mask.

"Where do you live now? We can take you there." Mao Lilan squatted down beside Nagai Guang and said softly, "It's too late. You will catch a cold if you stay here alone. By the way, do you want to eat something? I'm a little hungry. How about we go eat something together?"

"No." Nagai shrank his bare feet. Perhaps the injury on his ankle hurt again. He groaned, "Someone will come to pick me up."

Mao Lilan had no choice but to go to the convenience store with Conan to buy some drinks and sandwiches, and put them next to Nagai Guang: "Well, you should eat something first, your friend may be delayed by something."

Nagai Mitsuru ignored him, tilted his head slightly, put his face on his knees, and took off his sunglasses. It was already dark, and his blue pupils were no longer so conspicuous.

It was too late. Maori Kogoro called to ask about it. Maori Ran stood up to answer the phone. Conan squatted next to Nagai Hikaru obediently: "Ms. Nagai, you have been waiting for almost six hours."

Nagai Hikaru still ignored him, but turned his face to the other side and didn't look at Conan.

"Well, did agent Fukuda do something that made you run away from home?" Conan asked.

"……no."

"He was kidnapped? And then he escaped on his own?"

Nagai Hikaru shook his head slightly.

At this time, Conan heard the sound of brakes, and the black Porsche made Conan's face turn pale instantly.

Two people got out of the car.

Gin walked in front of Nagai Hikaru with a cigarette in his mouth, not saying anything. Vodka next to him looked around and muttered, "There seemed to be a child just now? Is he gone?"

After saying that, he squatted down and sighed, "You just sprained your ankle, why do you have to ask us to pick you up?"

Nagai Hikaru raised his head: "But I can't walk."

"...You can walk slower, or let someone..."

"My feet hurt." Nagai Hikaru raised his head and looked at Gin, "My feet hurt, it hurts more than last time."

Gin held the cigarette between his fingers and exhaled white smoke: "We are not your babysitters, there is no point in acting like a spoiled child like this."

Vodka turned his head to look at Gin, then turned back and said: "We are only free at this time today, I will carry you back?"

At this time, Mao Lilan, who had just finished her phone call, came over. Conan, who was hiding behind the shelf in the convenience store, turned pale and wanted to rush out very much.

Mao Lilan looked at Vodka and Gin, then said carefully: "Are you Miss Nagai's friends here to pick her up? Sorry, she sprained her ankle today because of us..."

Gin frowned, and Vodka stood up and looked at Mao Lilan: "Did you bump into him?"

"Ah, almost." Mao Lilan bowed and apologized, "I'm so sorry."

Nagai Hikaru didn't look at Mouri Ran, but still stared at Gin.

Mao Lilan looked at the untouched sandwich and water next to Nagai Hikaru and said hurriedly, "Ms. Nagai has not eaten anything until now."

Vodka was surprised: "Ah, that's several hours?"

Mao Lilan nodded: "Um, do you need my phone number so that we can keep in touch? We are also willing to take responsibility for any problems Ms. Nagai has in the future."

"No need." Gin put out the cigarette in his hand with two fingers, put it in his windbreaker bag, took a step forward, bent down, picked up Nagai Hikaru and looked at Mouri Ran, "Be careful next time." After saying that, he carried the person to the car.

Vodka glared at Mao Lilan impatiently, turned around and got into the driver's seat of the Porsche.

Mao Lilan held her cell phone and watched the black Porsche speed away, her face still full of worry.

Conan, who was in the convenience store, poked his head out and ran out: "Sister Xiaolan."

Mao Lilan lowered her head and smiled at Conan: "It's okay, it seems that my friend was too busy before, so he only has time to come now."

Conan nodded nervously and turned to pick up the sandwich and water on the ground. Looking at the bugging and tracking device attached to the sandwich, cold sweat broke out on his head. He had previously placed the tracker under the sleeve of Nagai Hikaru's sweatshirt.

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Nagai Hikaru, who had been missing for nearly four months, has reappeared.

This deserves an entertainment headline.

Maori Kogoro yawned while watching TV: "That idol star has gone back."

Mao Lilan looked at Nagai Hikaru who was being interviewed on TV with a smile, and finally let out a long sigh: "That's great, I have been worried since the night before last."

Conan watched on TV as Nagai Mitsuru explained that he had accidentally suffered a concussion and lost his memory for a while. Fortunately, he slowly recovered after more than two months, and was picked up and taken care of during that time.

And he took out a photo of the medical report.

The interviewer lamented that maybe it was this amnesia that allowed Nagai Mitsuru to avoid the fire in his house, which was also a kind of luck.

Nagai Hikaru didn't know what the organization had done, as they didn't even ask him for liquidated damages for the several notices he had issued for breach of contract due to his disappearance.

Because of the huge exposure after his return, the company quickly arranged for Nagai Hikaru to appear on the covers of two magazines and shoot the inside pages of four or five magazines. Because of his model-like face, he helped boost sales of these magazines in the past month.

Conan was standing on the magazine shelf in the convenience store, looking at the cover of a girl named Hikaru Nagai wearing a pink lolita dress and holding a guitar. He recalled how Gin held her in his arms that day, and some thoughts suddenly came to his mind.

Mitsuhiko, who was leaving school together, came over and said, "So Conan likes someone like Hikaru?"

Yuan Tai stared at the cover and stroked his chin: "She is very beautiful, but I still prefer pure Japanese girls. The one with black hair is more gentle."

"Mixed-bloods are much more gorgeous. And Huibara is also mixed-blood."

"Haibara...well, Haibara is pretty." Genta touched the back of his head and smiled foolishly.

"There was a gender vote online about who likes Nagai Hikaru, and the percentage of women who like her was quite high. Some people said that she looks very aggressive, but I don't really understand." Mitsuhiko recalled with his eyes looking up at the sky.

Conan put the magazine in his hand back on the shelf: "I don't like her, but Uncle Maori received a commission to find her before. And I saw her once a month ago."

"Oh! Have you seen the real person?" Yuan Tai said in surprise.

Mitsuhiko was excited: "Is it as beautiful as in the photo?"

Conan thought about it for a while and nodded. He vaguely remembered the tracker: Could she be Cointreau?

When Nagai Hikaru returned home after finishing his announcement today, he noticed that the position of the hair clipped at the door had changed.

When I walked into the apartment, I saw a blonde woman sitting gracefully on the sofa in the living room with her legs crossed.

"Winyard?" Nagai Mitsuru looked surprised.

"Belmode, my code name." The woman raised her hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Then let me take a look at you and see if you have the potential to become a world-class star."

Nagai Mitsuru tilted his head, confused: "Do you need me to make money?"

"Of course not. Before I retired from the entertainment industry, although I still received invitations to banquets from many prestigious families, the new generation replaced me quickly and I lost the threshold to enter some places. This means losing some intelligence and opportunities for action. What that person means now is that if you have the potential, you can replace me to carry out those tasks." Vermouth watched as Nagai Hikaru sat on the single sofa next to him.

"Do you want to?"

Nagai Mitsuru supported his face with his hands: "But... you should also know my real gender. Now I just take photos and play supporting roles and appear on variety shows, which is fine, but I want a bigger stage..."

"I will teach you how to change your body shape."

“……” Nagai Hikaru wanted to refuse.

"This way, your importance in the action team will be greatly improved, at least surpassing Kiel."

Nagai Hikaru nodded.

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Gin regretted not blocking Nagai Hikaru. For the past month, he would report his schedule to him every day between 10 and 12 o'clock, just like clocking in at work.

Vodka was quite happy, especially after learning that Nagai Hikaru and Okino Yoko would be collaborating on a variety show. He called Nagai Hikaru directly to ask for an autograph for him.

But it's already past twelve o'clock today, and Nagai Hikaru hasn't sent any message to Gin.

Gin was driving back to the safe house with a frown on his brow. Vodka complained that the contact he met today actually asked to change the meeting time and place at the last minute. This kind of unruly guy should be dealt with after the transaction is completed.

After saying that, he checked his phone and found that it was already past twelve o'clock: "Brother, what did Cointreau do today?" Maybe the daily work was too boring, and listening to the schedule of his favorite star was a rare leisure time.

“No.”

Vodka was surprised: "No post? Are you staying up late tonight to do some work? ... No, that's not right. If he was staying up late, he would post it earlier, complaining about the work arrangement."

"I don't know."

Gin was holding a cigarette impatiently, while Vodka took out his cell phone and dialed the number directly.

No one heard.

Vodka dialed the number twice more, but still no one answered: "Maybe they're at work?"

Gin calmly turned the car around, and Vodka asked in surprise: "Brother, aren't we going back to the safe house?"

"Go take a look." Gin didn't care much about Nagai Hikaru's safety, but all the uncertainty made him feel irritated.

The Porsche went directly to Nagai Hikaru's new apartment and it was already past one in the morning when it arrived at the destination.

Gin got out of the Porsche, but suddenly he felt a chill in his head and turned to look in one direction.

"Brother? What's wrong?" Vodka, who got out of the car on the other side, looked in the direction Gin was looking. It was another apartment building, right opposite Nagai Hikaru's high-rise apartment.

"Someone... is watching this place."

"Cointreau is being monitored?" Vodka was surprised.

Gin snorted coldly, turned around and got back into the car: "Let's go, his identity may have been suspected."

After returning to the safe house, it was around four in the morning when Gin received a text message from Mitsuru Nagai, saying that Vermouth had come to teach him some basic male and female body disguise and makeup techniques, as well as some random complaints.

You are being monitored. Suspect the FBI. Recall the people you have been in contact with recently. ————Gin

Nagai Hikaru curled his lips as he looked at the screen of his mobile phone, thinking of the chance encounter with Conan.

So I can't be an idol anymore, I think you should take me back to the safe house. ————Cointreau

Work hard. ————Gin